Fanfiction: The Way We Met (Part I)
Title: The Way We Met
Fandom: Sadie
Pairings: AkixKei, MaoxMizuki
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Smex and romance
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, I’m not implying any of this is true, God isn’t that nice to me. And Mizuki’s favourite jumper is just too ugly for me to stare at it 24/7.
Summary: How did Aki and Kei actually hook up? It’s a question that has been on Mizuki’s mind for the longest time. However, when he asks, both the bassist and the drummer seem to give distinctively different answers….
A/N:I've been wanting to write an AkixKei for a while, and plus after seeing the boys live and meeting them in person, I've just completely fallen head over heels for the entire band. Please enjoy, comments are love and the next part will be posted Thursday. Have a good week everyone ^^
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The Way We Met
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One of the most distinctive things about Mizuki, was his smile. It was broad, it was goofy and above all extremely infectious. Kei could understand why so many were taken in by it from the moment they met the guitarist.
However, today Mizuki seemed to be smiling even more than usual, so much so that his smirk threatened to crack his face.
“You do realise that you are grinning like an idiot, don't you Mi?” said Kei as he shook a cigarette from its packet and lit it up. His words startled Mizuki a little, who then sheepishly put away his phone.
“Sorry, Mao just messaged something cute,” Mizuki replied, bumming a cigarette from Kei’s pack and putting it between his lips. Kei shot him a wry look.
“You really do have it bad don't you?” Kei said. “But I guess, I can’t really blame you. You and him have been exclusive for what? A month now? You both are still flush with ‘lurrve’ hormones.”
Mizuki pursed his lips around his now, lit cigarette and glared at the drummer who was currently making air kissy kissy faces.
He was glad that they were alone in the recording studio, where no staff could accidentally eavesdrop on their conversation. It was one of those days where the band was split up, with Mao and Tsurugi off doing interviews while Aki was at the office settling things.
He and Kei were actually here to look over one of Mizuki’s compositions, trying to get the drum sequence right. Of course, being the partners-in-crime they were, after about an hour they decided to take an extended smoke break around the small round table in the lounge outside the recording booth.
“Hey, I bet when you and Aki first got together you were like this,” Mizuki shot back, before sticking his tongue out at the older man. “Although I have to admit, you both hid it really well,” he added begrudgingly.
Kei shrugged as he took another drag.
“That is what happens when you date someone as reserved as chain-boy I guess. The fact that homosexual relationships are still taboo aside,” Kei said. Mizuki had to be amused at Kei’s nickname for the bassist, but smiled at the affection that edged his words.
“Plus, since you and Mao are front and center it’s easier for the both of you to do fanservice. Aki would have to break his usual ‘I am a statue’ routine to come around to my side,” Kei added, with only the faintest trace of envy.
He wouldn't deny that he felt an occasional pang when he saw Mao and Mizuki being particularly playful with each other. The feeling went as quickly as it came though, and Kei took his drumming extremely seriously, so the lack of any additional distraction was no biggie.
Kei wasn't as forgiving though whenever he saw Aki and Mao brush up against each other. But then he reasoned that they had been friends for the longest time, and thus were comfortable with each other, a fact that blunted his jealousy.
“Actually, I am curious. How did the both of you get together?” Mizuki said with sudden interest, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked at the drummer quizzically.
Kei blew out his smoke in a thin stream as he raised his eyebrow at the younger man.
“What do you mean, how did we both get together? It’s not as if some divine being came down and showed us the error of our ways. I liked him, he liked me, end of story,” Kei said.
Mizuki shook his head in exasperation.
“Look, Kei, knowing Aki it’s not that simple. Hell, I had never seen him with a girl even before you joined, so you can imagine how shocking it was to find out the man was gay.”
“Bi, Mi. We both are, and it’s not a particularly interesting story,” Kei replied.
“Oh come on, please Kei. Please,” Mizuki said, shooting the drummer his best kicked puppy look, his brown eyes wide and soulful with just the faintest flutter of his eyelashes. Kei rolled his eyes at the guitarist but continued on anyway.
“Well, I always knew that he had a thing for me. Even though he tried to hide it, I could always see him out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought he was evaluating me and my drumming skills. But soon I got the distinct feeling that he was mentally undressing me,” Kei said with a haughty flip of his hair.
Mizuki gave Kei a disbelieving pout.
“Oh come on Kei…”
“No, no I’m being serious Mi. It was like, no matter where I went he was always underfoot, giving me this yearning look. At first I was flattered, but then I was creeped out when it started happening too often.”
“Aki? Really?” Mizuki said wide-eyed. He reached into his bag for the packet of rice crackers he always carried around with him and tore it open with his teeth before offering Kei one.
“And I swear every time I turned him down when he asked me for lunch or a drink, he would get this hurt look. As if I had broken his heart or something. It was cute though, in a kind of pathetic way,” Kei sighed woundedly as he bit into his cracker, in a manner that was a tad overdramatic for Mizuki’s tastes.
The guitarist scrunched his forehead as he tried to picture stoic Aki as a simpering longing mess, only to find that embarking on such strenuous mental gymnastics actually made him feel a little dizzy.
In fact, the very thought of the bassist as some Harlequin romance damsel-in-distress type was enough to turn his mind inside out. But the earnest expression on Kei’s face made it hard to doubt him.
But then the drummer’s habitual deadpan mask always made it hard to figure out whether he was dead serious or royally taking the piss.
“Wow…Aki. Just when you think you know someone. I would have never figured him for the lovelorn type,” Mizuki said in a clearly surprised tone with a shake of his head. “And then?” he prodded Kei to continue.
“Well,” Kei hesitated at revealing the next part, but decided to soldier on. “Well…it all came to a head about three months ago…”
~Three Months Previously~
Probably one of the worst things about being a drummer was that you could rarely ever practice at home. You couldn't really drag your kit home the way a guitarist or bassist could. Well, not without annoying the shit out of your neighbours.
And since Kei still couldn't afford to soundproof his room yet, hence why management had booked him a practice room at one of the studios.
Hoisting his bag over his shoulder Kei took the stairs two at a time as he made the climb to the second floor. He sneezed as he took in the smell of slightly musty carpeting and ceramic motherboards. But it was a comforting scent nonetheless, because as social as he was, Kei always did love time alone with his drums.
Hence why he wasn't that pleased to find someone else in the studio. His annoyance turned into surprise however, when he realised that it was Aki in the neighbouring room. The bassist was tinkering away at the piano, oblivious as always to the world around him.
Surprising because Kei was sure that he had heard Aki tell Mao that he would be out of town today, dealing with family issues. In a small way it made Kei feel relieved as it lessened the chance of him running into Aki at the office.
Aki’s laser beam stare made even the strongest of men squirm, which Kei never claimed to be. But to be at the almost constant receiving end of it made the younger man wonder whether he needed to spend some money on an evil eye charm of some sort.
But at the moment Aki’s focus was solely on the keyboard in front of him, his fingers deftly dancing over the black and white keys, playing a classical piece that sounded extremely familiar to Kei but which for the life of him he couldn't remember the name.
For a few minutes Kei just watched him, his playing speed increasing as the notes became more complex. The drummer secretly always enjoyed watching Aki play piano, although he would never admit it to anyone.
He made a beautiful picture with the delicate arch of his back as he bent over the keys, his ebony hair like a curtain obscuring his face, revealing a shimmer of silver between the strands when he moved his head as his surprisingly slender fingers coaxed music from the ivories.
Suddenly the music stopped and Kei saw Aki’s spine stiffen.
“I was hoping to run into you today Kei,” Aki said, and the drummer felt all the hair on the back of his neck stand. Aki always spoke with a particular type of drawl, which made his words carry a low, sensuous purr.
But this time, there was this hint of desperation underlying his usual calm tone that made a part of Kei go ‘erk’. The feeling gripped him even harder when Aki turned around to face him, his dark eyes even more intense than usual.
“Run into me? We see each other almost every day Aki. You hardly need to tell a lie to talk to me,” Kei said knowingly. He smirked when he saw an uncharacteristic blush spread across Aki’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry Kei, but every time I tried to talk to you, something always came up. I knew that management had slotted you in for practice today so I figured that this was a good time as any.”
Kei instinctively took a step backwards when Aki stood up to approach him. His body language was enough to make Kei want to head for the hills, his usual slouch gone only to be replaced to a purposeful set to his shoulders.
The drummer was fully expecting to be slammed against the wall, hence why he was surprised again when Aki stopped short and just fidgeted in front of him, like a schoolgirl approaching her first crush, anxiously shifting his weight between the balls of his feet.
“Aki, you know…if you want to say something, say it. You are seriously starting to freak me out,” Kei said as he crossed his arms. Aki’s head snapped up and Kei could see him nervously chewing the ring through his lip that connected the thin chain to his ear.
“Why have you been avoiding me Kei?” Aki said softly. “I don't think you realise how much it hurts me when you do. It’s like a million thorns stabbing my heart and splitting it open.”
Kei’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by Aki’s sudden confession.
“You think I like lying, Kei, so I can find time with you? You think I like doing it this way to be with the man that I love?” Aki said, finally stepping closer so that their bodies were only inches apart. Kei’s urge to bolt was getting stronger, but it was outweighed by his curiousity as to what the bassist would do next.
“You…love me? Aki that’s…nuts!” Kei exclaimed. “I mean, I know we are bandmates but we hardly know each other, not the way that you and Mao do. I always thought that you and him…”
“Mao doesn't hold a candle to you Kei. Maybe I did have some feelings for him, but they pale in comparison for what I feel for you,” Aki said, his right hand twitching a little in mid-air before tentatively reaching for Kei’s.
“Please, be my boyfriend and make me the happiest man alive,” Aki pleaded, as he took Kei’s hand and lovingly ran his thumb over the younger man’s knuckles.
Kei could hardly believe his ears, but he couldn't deny how nice it was to have someone touch him so lovingly, so reverently. It was undoubtly flattering, but Kei decided that if Aki did want to be with him, he would have to lay some ground rules.
“Well, you do realise that if you want to be my boyfriend, you have to grow a backbone. I won’t have you fussing over me in public. I’m not against dating men, but I want my partner to be a man…if you know what I’m saying,” Kei said firmly.
Aki blushed again as he dropped Kei’s hand and sheepishly ran both his hands through his hair.
“The way you are behaving, certainly doesn't endear yourself to me Aki,” Kei mercilessly drilled the point home, the cruel part of him liking shattering Aki’s cool façade.
“I know, I know Kei. It’s just that being around you drives me so crazy that I forget myself. You know that sometimes I want to touch you so badly, you make me fumble at my bass,” Aki said softly.
“Aki….”
“Yes, yes Kei I know,” Aki said with a resigned sigh. “So…will you be my boyfriend…please?”
Instead of answering, Kei instead reached out to cup Aki’s jaw in the palm of his hand, tipped up his chin and then kissed him gently.
~Present Day~
“And that is how it happened,” Kei said triumphantly as he leaned back into his chair.
For a few minutes, Mizuki just stared at him with his mouth agape.
“Wow…Aki…I would have never….”
“Yup, hard to believe isn’t it. But that is what happened,” Kei said with a grin. “But of course, since I don’t want you embarrassing my baby, this just stays between us okay, Mi?” Kei added hurriedly.
All Mizuki could do in response was nod his head, which was hard to do admittedly since his jaw was still on the floor.
“In the end, I made the right choice though. I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend than Aki,” Kei added, his brown eyes suddenly carrying a hint of softness.
“Right, back to work? Before we get yelled at for wasting expensive studio time,” Kei said as he bounced to his feet and heading back to his drumkit.
Nodding dumbly, Mizuki was still processing what he had just heard as he absently threw the now empty rice crisp packet into the bin.
“Wow…”
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“Wow…Mizuki..”
Mao threw his head back as the exclamation passed his lips when Mizuki started sucking on one of the silver balls that decorated the head of his cock. The guitarist cleverly twirled the piercing with his teeth, the smooth edges rubbing against sensitive skin.
In a way, it was pretty much a perfect evening for Mao. There was nothing he liked better than coming home from a long day of interviews to find his boyfriend sprawled in bed in nothing but his bum shorts holding one of their favourite toys.
“So, what do you think Mao? Quite amazing huh?” Mizuki ask cheekily as he lapped at Mao’s prick, the tip of his tongue tracing a big letter C across the turgid shaft.
It was one of the guitarist’s patented tricks that he liked to use when blowing his boyfriend, where he ‘wrote’ every letter of the alphabet on Mao’s cock in between sucking him.
Usually it only took Mizuki to the letter O before Mao would spurt all over his face.
“Think…what?” Mao said as he desperately tried to utilise his remaining brain cells that weren’t concentrated on what was happening around his groin. Mizuki glared at the older man before harshly squeezing his thigh.
“You know…about Aki! I didn't know that he had been so madly in love with Kei that he actually manufactured a situation where he would be alone with him. I swear Mao you never listen to me,” Mizuki pouted as he scratched the slit at the tip of Mao’s cock with his fingernail.
Mao loved Mizuki, he did honestly. Loved him so much that he would give the world to him on a silver platter if he asked. But there were times when he cursed Mizuki’s bouncy-castle personality and rapid-fire mind that always seemed to be focused on two things at once.
And above all he cursed Mizuki’s habit of bringing up semi-serious subjects at the most inopportune times. Like now when the guitarist had one hand on his cock as a slim gold-plated dildo was vibrating up his ass.
Mizuki was hardly helping either, being completely naked as he was kneeling between Mao’s spread legs with his own ass in the air, allowing the vocalist just a glimpse of the anal plug he was wearing.
“I do listen Mi! It’s just a little hard to think straight now you know,” Mao defended himself. Mizuki simply chuckled as he moved the base of the vibrator in small circles so that it would stretch the tight opening.
Pleasure lanced through Mao at Mizuki’s actions, making him grip the sheets harder. Mao rarely played bottom, but Mizuki didn’t ask of it him that often, which made it hard for him to refuse the younger man.
“Then maybe I should stop so you can comprehend what I told you about Aki. I mean, you've known him the longest. It must be a surprise to know that he had that side to him,” Mizuki, even as his actions belied his words as he was currently placing feather-light kisses on the head of his lover’s cock.
But as the earlier parts of Mizuki’s story started to filter through, Mao could not stop a frown from creasing his forehead.
“I have to admit that doesn't sound like Aki at all Mi. I mean, I’ve seen him with girlfriends and the occasional boyfriend. In all those cases, he is the one being chased, not the one doing the chasing,” Mao said, even as bliss flooded his veins when Mizuki started to move the vibrator back and forth, slowly reaming him.
“Yeah I agree but Kei seemed so serious, so I wonder,” Mizuki sighed as he went back to the task at hand, namely taking Mao’s shaft back into his mouth.
“Believe me, Aki’s a lady-killer…if you don’t mind the term. Boys, girls, eventually everybody falls for that brooding Johnny Depp-like persona he has,” Mao chuckled, even as Mizuki made his toes curl, when he added a finger alongside the vibrator.
“But saying that….” Mizuki looked up as Mao started, and then stopped with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I’ve never seen him as taken with someone as he is with Kei. You could almost say that he is smitten. So maybe, who knows,” Mao said as he lovingly wound a lock of Mizuki’s hair around his finger. He hissed low however when Mizuki’s lip ring caught on Mao’s cock piercing.
“But yeah, Aki can be quite a charmer, even if he doesn't realise it,” Mao said with a half smile. The wistful way that he said it made something inside Mizuki suddenly hurt, like he had received an unexpected strike to his solar plexus.
Suddenly, possessively Mizuki pushed Mao back against their pillows, placing his palms flat against the vocalist’s thighs so that he could comfortably rest between them. If Mao’s was surprised by Mizuki’s burst of aggression, he didn't show it as he complied and leaned back.
He licked his lips when he felt Mizuki pull the vibrator out of him and felt the head of the younger man’s cock at his back entrance. Then there was that familiar pull and suck as Mizuki slid his dick into his lover, slowly inch-by-inch until he was fully sheathed.
“So yeah, Aki….I mean…Aki,” Mao rapidly was losing his grasp on his thoughts again when Mizuki started to move.
“So you are thinking of Aki while I fuck you is it?” Mizuki said absently, but there was a ghost of something in his eyes that made Mao realise that he was half joking. Mao smiled as he ran a thumb over Mizuki’s mouth.
“Idiot, how could I possibly think of anyone else, of letting anybody else do this to me except you? Especially when I’ve got your cock inside me, so deep, so thick…”
Mao viciously dug his nails into Mizuki’s ribs making him gasp.
“So…fucking…big,” Mao hissed as he bit down on the lobe of Mizuki’s ear. Mizuki grinned wickedly as he started to move his hips again. But he never really picked up his pace, which Mao knew was more due to his own needs than wanting to be easy on vocalist.
The way Mizuki’s body quaked and shuddered every time he pushed in always told Mao how much he enjoyed the novelty of being top. How tension radiated off his body as Mizuki worked hard to hold himself back.
But soon Mizuki was fucking him almost desperately when it all got too much. Mao could feel his own climax almost crashing on top of him, but masochistically gripped the base of his dick so he wouldn’t come. He almost lost it though when Mizuki bit down at the hollow of his neck, where his piercings used to be, abusing the perpetually tender skin.
“Yes…Mao!” Mizuki groaned as he came, and Mao felt a warmth spread from inside him. Gritting his teeth, Mao waited for Mizuki to stop shaking before turning the tables on the younger man.
Fueled by pure frustration, Mao pushed Mizuki backwards so he was flat on his back with his head hanging off the foot of their bed, causing the younger man’s cock to slip out.
Mao didn't waste any time pulling out the anal plug from Mizuki’s ass, and sinking his own neglected cock into the tight, welcoming heat. It almost burned him as he started to thrust frantically, repeating his lover’s name over and over again as he banged him senseless.
Although weak, Mizuki helped his lover along by rhythmically clenching around Mao’s cock, the motion making the younger man moan softly under his breath.
It didn't take for Mao to come and collapse heaving on the guitarist’s chest. Mao had to physically force himself to take deep breaths so he wouldn't pass out.
“Fuck, that was good baby,” Mao breathed as he kissed the underside of Mizuki’s jaw, sighing a little that he wasn't as tall as his gawky lover. But Mizuki mitigated the feeling by affectionately rubbing circles on Mao’s back.
But before they could fall asleep completely, their conversation about Aki and Kei suddenly came back to Mao, which left him with the curious niggling urge to ask the bassist about it when he saw him later.
A thought that he unwisely kept to himself.
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“Kei…said….WHAT?”
In all the years that Mao knew Aki, he had never known the bassist to raise his voice. Get angry yes, when things didn't go his way at work or when someone screwed up the tuning on his bass. But even then, his anger was the distinct slow simmer type, where he just gave you a look that made you feel two inches tall.
Hence why Mao’s blood curdled when Aki’s head suddenly snapped up, his fingers clenched so hard it almost crushed his cigarette. The two of them had been having a smoke behind the office when Mao brought up Kei’s story.
“Are you actually telling me that you think I chased Kei like some dog in heat?” Aki said, his words practically seething even as his face bore his usual disinterested expression.
“Well….it’s true that it doesn't sound like you Aki. But then, in all the years I’ve known you, I would have never pegged Kei as your type of guy. He’s good looking sure, but hardly gorgeous. He has a great personality but goes off-kilter quite a bit as well.”
Mao grinned wryly as he took another drag.
“I guess I can understand why he and Mizuki get along so well. Thick as thieves, those two.”
Aki fell silent as he rolled his black cigarette between his third and fourth fingers, which Mao knew was an indication that he was thinking.
“Well, at least he doesn't seem to be so mad any more,” Mao thought gratefully.
“What I feel for Kei, goes beyond just looks or personality Mao,” Aki finally said quietly.
“But that doesn't mean that I like it when the little bastard embellishes and takes liberties with the truth,” Aki added, a hard edge to his voice. Mao looked at Aki with a questioning tilt to his head.
“So you mean, that’s not the real story?” Mao asked, his curiousity piqued once more.
“Well, it did happen when he said it did. In the piano room at the studio, but the flow of conversation went more like this…”
~Three Months Previously~
Aki sighed as he finished the last strains of Clair de Lune. He was supposed to be practicing the piano for their upcoming album but was finding it hard to concentrate.
He wasn't even supposed to be here technically. His mother had actually called him about a week ago, asking him to come and visit. So he had purposefully cleared his schedule so he could make the trip back home only to have his own mother cancel on him because something with her friends came up.
It was enough to give a guy a complex almost, but thankfully Aki wasn't the type to let it bother him for long. So he decided to turn the situation around and get some work in.
But today the notes didn't seem to flow from his fingers as easy as it used to. Usually the piano parts were the easiest for him given that Sadie didn't use it that often. Something that he was working hard to change.
Even though at the beginning he got a lot of shit for putting piano strains in a rock song, his detractors were soon eating their words admitting that it added a lovely subtle softness to their music, another layer to the underbelly.
No, there was a special reason why he couldn't concentrate today. Namely, because Kei had been staring at him for the past ten minutes, which made his skin itch. Usually Aki was the one that liked to be doing the staring, not the other way around.
“You know Kei, it’s rude to sneak up on people,” Aki finally spoke, unable to take the feeling of eyes boring into the back of his head. He slowly turned to see Kei still leaning against the doorjamb, apprehensively massaging his palm with his thumb, his eyes downcast.
When he moved his head up, it stirred something inside Aki to see his cheeks so flushed. Kei would never be beautiful even if you made him up to the nines and put him in a designer dress. Even now, with his blond hair all softly feathered against his sharp cheekbones, he would never be more than just an averagely good-looking guy.
Except his mouth, and those naturally bee-stung lips that seemed made to whisper dirty sticky sweet nothings. A mouth that on occasion Aki dreamed about having wrapped around his cock.
A mouth that now seemed even more swollen with blood given that Kei had been biting down on it repeatedly.
“Sorry, Aki. I guess, I couldn't help myself when I saw you playing. I love seeing you play piano, you know that,” Kei said softly, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his knee-length shorts.
The way he was acting made something click in Aki. The thought that Kei actually wanted him had been swirling in his mind for quite a while. The drummer was so obvious about it that it was a little sad actually, how he always wanted to touch him, even accidentally. How hard he worked to gain his approval.
But Aki being Aki, didn't actually act on it. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Kei came to him. Patience was something that Aki had in abundance.
But that didn't mean that he was above hurrying the inevitable along a little.
“Are you sure that is all about me that you love Kei?” Aki said as he pushed himself off the bench and walked towards the younger man. His movement forced Kei to take one step back, then another, and another, until his back was flush against the wall.
Aki braced his arm alongside Kei’s head so he could lean in closer so that he was practically kissing his ear.
“I’ve seen you looking at me Kei. I can almost taste how much you desire me, how badly you want to be with me,” Aki damn near purred, and smiled inwardly when he saw Kei swallow hard.
“Are you sure, you don't love..me?” Aki asked, as he traced an idle finger along Kei’s jawbone before turning his head so that they were face to face. Aki loved watching Kei’s pupils dilate under his ministrations.
“I do love you Aki, probably longer than you’ve realised,” Kei finally spoke, his tone soft but sure. It actually made Aki happy to see Kei so steady, his quiet strength was what drawn him to the drummer in the first place.
“You drive me out of my mind Aki. No other man has done that to me before,” Kei whispered, each word a puff of air on the older man’s lips that sent a shiver through his skin.
“But I don't know, whether you will ever love me. I mean, you are gorgeous, and talented and just so…amazing. Could you ever love someone like me?” Kei said, uncertainty colouring every facet of his facial expression.
But he needn’t have worried really, Aki had already decided that he wouldn't mind giving it a go with the younger man, something that Kei didn't really need to know.
Aki always did love making his potential partners squirm.
“You are so sweet Kei. I like my boys like that, sweet and willing,” Aki gave a dark chuckle as he brushed back a stray lock of blond hair from Kei’s forehead.
“However, you know I don't do one night stands with friends right. And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at Mizuki, and I warn you I don’t like to share,” Aki said, almost growling out the last part.
Kei closed his eyes briefly before opening them again.
“Mizuki…I don't feel about him the way you do Aki. You, complete me…truly,” Kei confessed before slowly drawing his hand up the arm that was still by the bassist’s side.
“And I don't do one night stands with friends either. If you are willing to give this, us, a shot, then I am in all the way,” Kei said, looking Aki straight in the eye.
It was all the assurance that Aki needed.
“I’m in…”
That was all Aki said before leaning in closer to kiss Kei full on the mouth.
~Present Day..a few hours later~
“Really….so that is what really happened?”
“I swear to you Mi, this is what Aki told me. And Aki is not the type to exaggerate about this kind of thing,” Mao said affirmatively as he folded his arms across his chest.
Mizuki bit down on the straw of his milk drink and started sucking thoughtfully. It was late, he was tired and about to head home from the office when Mao caught him, pulled him aside into one of the meeting rooms and told him Aki’s side of the story.
He had to admit, that knowing Aki the way he did, the story did sound more plausible. Aki was mister cool-as-a-cucumber, who wouldn't blink twice if the grim reaper himself came knocking at his door, let alone debase himself for love.
But then he knew Kei as well. Kei was hardly a bleeding heart, his easygoing nature hiding a tough-as-nails core. And given that he had personal knowledge of Kei’s rocky romantic past, Mizuki knew the drummer wasn't the type to let someone in so easily, especially someone as indrawn as Aki.
“No Mao, I can’t believe Kei would bare his heart so easily. Aki’s account can’t be what really happened either,” Mizuki argued stubbornly. But his boyfriend could be just as stubborn as he frowned at the guitarist and leaned back into his chair.
“Well I don’t think Kei’s version is sailing that close to the wind either. So which one is it Mi?” Mao replied, suddenly more confused than ever. A feeling that was clearly mirrored in his lover’s face.
Mizuki muttered under his breath as he reached for his phone and sent off a text to Kei, basically condensing what Aki had told Mao and asking whether it was true. He knew the drummer wouldn't appreciate knowing that Aki basically had him spouting lines from Jerry Maguire.
“There! That will get a rise out of him,” Mizuki said, closing his phone with a loud ‘snap’. “Which story do you think is true Mao? The one that got told to me? Or the one that got told to you?”
Mao opened his mouth to answer when a voice from behind made them both jump.
“Neither of you have the right story.”
Mao spun around and Mizuki looked up to see Tsurugi in the doorway, a perceptive smile on his face. Once he knew he had both their attention, the guitarist slowly walked towards the two lovers, before leaning against the meeting table.
“You…know what really happened?” Mao said quietly. Tsurugi nodded and pulled up a chair before sitting down across from his bandmates.
“This is what actually happened….”
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Two
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Fandom: Sadie
Pairings: AkixKei, MaoxMizuki
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Smex and romance
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, I’m not implying any of this is true, God isn’t that nice to me. And Mizuki’s favourite jumper is just too ugly for me to stare at it 24/7.
Summary: How did Aki and Kei actually hook up? It’s a question that has been on Mizuki’s mind for the longest time. However, when he asks, both the bassist and the drummer seem to give distinctively different answers….
A/N:I've been wanting to write an AkixKei for a while, and plus after seeing the boys live and meeting them in person, I've just completely fallen head over heels for the entire band. Please enjoy, comments are love and the next part will be posted Thursday. Have a good week everyone ^^
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The Way We Met
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One of the most distinctive things about Mizuki, was his smile. It was broad, it was goofy and above all extremely infectious. Kei could understand why so many were taken in by it from the moment they met the guitarist.
However, today Mizuki seemed to be smiling even more than usual, so much so that his smirk threatened to crack his face.
“You do realise that you are grinning like an idiot, don't you Mi?” said Kei as he shook a cigarette from its packet and lit it up. His words startled Mizuki a little, who then sheepishly put away his phone.
“Sorry, Mao just messaged something cute,” Mizuki replied, bumming a cigarette from Kei’s pack and putting it between his lips. Kei shot him a wry look.
“You really do have it bad don't you?” Kei said. “But I guess, I can’t really blame you. You and him have been exclusive for what? A month now? You both are still flush with ‘lurrve’ hormones.”
Mizuki pursed his lips around his now, lit cigarette and glared at the drummer who was currently making air kissy kissy faces.
He was glad that they were alone in the recording studio, where no staff could accidentally eavesdrop on their conversation. It was one of those days where the band was split up, with Mao and Tsurugi off doing interviews while Aki was at the office settling things.
He and Kei were actually here to look over one of Mizuki’s compositions, trying to get the drum sequence right. Of course, being the partners-in-crime they were, after about an hour they decided to take an extended smoke break around the small round table in the lounge outside the recording booth.
“Hey, I bet when you and Aki first got together you were like this,” Mizuki shot back, before sticking his tongue out at the older man. “Although I have to admit, you both hid it really well,” he added begrudgingly.
Kei shrugged as he took another drag.
“That is what happens when you date someone as reserved as chain-boy I guess. The fact that homosexual relationships are still taboo aside,” Kei said. Mizuki had to be amused at Kei’s nickname for the bassist, but smiled at the affection that edged his words.
“Plus, since you and Mao are front and center it’s easier for the both of you to do fanservice. Aki would have to break his usual ‘I am a statue’ routine to come around to my side,” Kei added, with only the faintest trace of envy.
He wouldn't deny that he felt an occasional pang when he saw Mao and Mizuki being particularly playful with each other. The feeling went as quickly as it came though, and Kei took his drumming extremely seriously, so the lack of any additional distraction was no biggie.
Kei wasn't as forgiving though whenever he saw Aki and Mao brush up against each other. But then he reasoned that they had been friends for the longest time, and thus were comfortable with each other, a fact that blunted his jealousy.
“Actually, I am curious. How did the both of you get together?” Mizuki said with sudden interest, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked at the drummer quizzically.
Kei blew out his smoke in a thin stream as he raised his eyebrow at the younger man.
“What do you mean, how did we both get together? It’s not as if some divine being came down and showed us the error of our ways. I liked him, he liked me, end of story,” Kei said.
Mizuki shook his head in exasperation.
“Look, Kei, knowing Aki it’s not that simple. Hell, I had never seen him with a girl even before you joined, so you can imagine how shocking it was to find out the man was gay.”
“Bi, Mi. We both are, and it’s not a particularly interesting story,” Kei replied.
“Oh come on, please Kei. Please,” Mizuki said, shooting the drummer his best kicked puppy look, his brown eyes wide and soulful with just the faintest flutter of his eyelashes. Kei rolled his eyes at the guitarist but continued on anyway.
“Well, I always knew that he had a thing for me. Even though he tried to hide it, I could always see him out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought he was evaluating me and my drumming skills. But soon I got the distinct feeling that he was mentally undressing me,” Kei said with a haughty flip of his hair.
Mizuki gave Kei a disbelieving pout.
“Oh come on Kei…”
“No, no I’m being serious Mi. It was like, no matter where I went he was always underfoot, giving me this yearning look. At first I was flattered, but then I was creeped out when it started happening too often.”
“Aki? Really?” Mizuki said wide-eyed. He reached into his bag for the packet of rice crackers he always carried around with him and tore it open with his teeth before offering Kei one.
“And I swear every time I turned him down when he asked me for lunch or a drink, he would get this hurt look. As if I had broken his heart or something. It was cute though, in a kind of pathetic way,” Kei sighed woundedly as he bit into his cracker, in a manner that was a tad overdramatic for Mizuki’s tastes.
The guitarist scrunched his forehead as he tried to picture stoic Aki as a simpering longing mess, only to find that embarking on such strenuous mental gymnastics actually made him feel a little dizzy.
In fact, the very thought of the bassist as some Harlequin romance damsel-in-distress type was enough to turn his mind inside out. But the earnest expression on Kei’s face made it hard to doubt him.
But then the drummer’s habitual deadpan mask always made it hard to figure out whether he was dead serious or royally taking the piss.
“Wow…Aki. Just when you think you know someone. I would have never figured him for the lovelorn type,” Mizuki said in a clearly surprised tone with a shake of his head. “And then?” he prodded Kei to continue.
“Well,” Kei hesitated at revealing the next part, but decided to soldier on. “Well…it all came to a head about three months ago…”
~Three Months Previously~
Probably one of the worst things about being a drummer was that you could rarely ever practice at home. You couldn't really drag your kit home the way a guitarist or bassist could. Well, not without annoying the shit out of your neighbours.
And since Kei still couldn't afford to soundproof his room yet, hence why management had booked him a practice room at one of the studios.
Hoisting his bag over his shoulder Kei took the stairs two at a time as he made the climb to the second floor. He sneezed as he took in the smell of slightly musty carpeting and ceramic motherboards. But it was a comforting scent nonetheless, because as social as he was, Kei always did love time alone with his drums.
Hence why he wasn't that pleased to find someone else in the studio. His annoyance turned into surprise however, when he realised that it was Aki in the neighbouring room. The bassist was tinkering away at the piano, oblivious as always to the world around him.
Surprising because Kei was sure that he had heard Aki tell Mao that he would be out of town today, dealing with family issues. In a small way it made Kei feel relieved as it lessened the chance of him running into Aki at the office.
Aki’s laser beam stare made even the strongest of men squirm, which Kei never claimed to be. But to be at the almost constant receiving end of it made the younger man wonder whether he needed to spend some money on an evil eye charm of some sort.
But at the moment Aki’s focus was solely on the keyboard in front of him, his fingers deftly dancing over the black and white keys, playing a classical piece that sounded extremely familiar to Kei but which for the life of him he couldn't remember the name.
For a few minutes Kei just watched him, his playing speed increasing as the notes became more complex. The drummer secretly always enjoyed watching Aki play piano, although he would never admit it to anyone.
He made a beautiful picture with the delicate arch of his back as he bent over the keys, his ebony hair like a curtain obscuring his face, revealing a shimmer of silver between the strands when he moved his head as his surprisingly slender fingers coaxed music from the ivories.
Suddenly the music stopped and Kei saw Aki’s spine stiffen.
“I was hoping to run into you today Kei,” Aki said, and the drummer felt all the hair on the back of his neck stand. Aki always spoke with a particular type of drawl, which made his words carry a low, sensuous purr.
But this time, there was this hint of desperation underlying his usual calm tone that made a part of Kei go ‘erk’. The feeling gripped him even harder when Aki turned around to face him, his dark eyes even more intense than usual.
“Run into me? We see each other almost every day Aki. You hardly need to tell a lie to talk to me,” Kei said knowingly. He smirked when he saw an uncharacteristic blush spread across Aki’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry Kei, but every time I tried to talk to you, something always came up. I knew that management had slotted you in for practice today so I figured that this was a good time as any.”
Kei instinctively took a step backwards when Aki stood up to approach him. His body language was enough to make Kei want to head for the hills, his usual slouch gone only to be replaced to a purposeful set to his shoulders.
The drummer was fully expecting to be slammed against the wall, hence why he was surprised again when Aki stopped short and just fidgeted in front of him, like a schoolgirl approaching her first crush, anxiously shifting his weight between the balls of his feet.
“Aki, you know…if you want to say something, say it. You are seriously starting to freak me out,” Kei said as he crossed his arms. Aki’s head snapped up and Kei could see him nervously chewing the ring through his lip that connected the thin chain to his ear.
“Why have you been avoiding me Kei?” Aki said softly. “I don't think you realise how much it hurts me when you do. It’s like a million thorns stabbing my heart and splitting it open.”
Kei’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by Aki’s sudden confession.
“You think I like lying, Kei, so I can find time with you? You think I like doing it this way to be with the man that I love?” Aki said, finally stepping closer so that their bodies were only inches apart. Kei’s urge to bolt was getting stronger, but it was outweighed by his curiousity as to what the bassist would do next.
“You…love me? Aki that’s…nuts!” Kei exclaimed. “I mean, I know we are bandmates but we hardly know each other, not the way that you and Mao do. I always thought that you and him…”
“Mao doesn't hold a candle to you Kei. Maybe I did have some feelings for him, but they pale in comparison for what I feel for you,” Aki said, his right hand twitching a little in mid-air before tentatively reaching for Kei’s.
“Please, be my boyfriend and make me the happiest man alive,” Aki pleaded, as he took Kei’s hand and lovingly ran his thumb over the younger man’s knuckles.
Kei could hardly believe his ears, but he couldn't deny how nice it was to have someone touch him so lovingly, so reverently. It was undoubtly flattering, but Kei decided that if Aki did want to be with him, he would have to lay some ground rules.
“Well, you do realise that if you want to be my boyfriend, you have to grow a backbone. I won’t have you fussing over me in public. I’m not against dating men, but I want my partner to be a man…if you know what I’m saying,” Kei said firmly.
Aki blushed again as he dropped Kei’s hand and sheepishly ran both his hands through his hair.
“The way you are behaving, certainly doesn't endear yourself to me Aki,” Kei mercilessly drilled the point home, the cruel part of him liking shattering Aki’s cool façade.
“I know, I know Kei. It’s just that being around you drives me so crazy that I forget myself. You know that sometimes I want to touch you so badly, you make me fumble at my bass,” Aki said softly.
“Aki….”
“Yes, yes Kei I know,” Aki said with a resigned sigh. “So…will you be my boyfriend…please?”
Instead of answering, Kei instead reached out to cup Aki’s jaw in the palm of his hand, tipped up his chin and then kissed him gently.
~Present Day~
“And that is how it happened,” Kei said triumphantly as he leaned back into his chair.
For a few minutes, Mizuki just stared at him with his mouth agape.
“Wow…Aki…I would have never….”
“Yup, hard to believe isn’t it. But that is what happened,” Kei said with a grin. “But of course, since I don’t want you embarrassing my baby, this just stays between us okay, Mi?” Kei added hurriedly.
All Mizuki could do in response was nod his head, which was hard to do admittedly since his jaw was still on the floor.
“In the end, I made the right choice though. I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend than Aki,” Kei added, his brown eyes suddenly carrying a hint of softness.
“Right, back to work? Before we get yelled at for wasting expensive studio time,” Kei said as he bounced to his feet and heading back to his drumkit.
Nodding dumbly, Mizuki was still processing what he had just heard as he absently threw the now empty rice crisp packet into the bin.
“Wow…”
**
“Wow…Mizuki..”
Mao threw his head back as the exclamation passed his lips when Mizuki started sucking on one of the silver balls that decorated the head of his cock. The guitarist cleverly twirled the piercing with his teeth, the smooth edges rubbing against sensitive skin.
In a way, it was pretty much a perfect evening for Mao. There was nothing he liked better than coming home from a long day of interviews to find his boyfriend sprawled in bed in nothing but his bum shorts holding one of their favourite toys.
“So, what do you think Mao? Quite amazing huh?” Mizuki ask cheekily as he lapped at Mao’s prick, the tip of his tongue tracing a big letter C across the turgid shaft.
It was one of the guitarist’s patented tricks that he liked to use when blowing his boyfriend, where he ‘wrote’ every letter of the alphabet on Mao’s cock in between sucking him.
Usually it only took Mizuki to the letter O before Mao would spurt all over his face.
“Think…what?” Mao said as he desperately tried to utilise his remaining brain cells that weren’t concentrated on what was happening around his groin. Mizuki glared at the older man before harshly squeezing his thigh.
“You know…about Aki! I didn't know that he had been so madly in love with Kei that he actually manufactured a situation where he would be alone with him. I swear Mao you never listen to me,” Mizuki pouted as he scratched the slit at the tip of Mao’s cock with his fingernail.
Mao loved Mizuki, he did honestly. Loved him so much that he would give the world to him on a silver platter if he asked. But there were times when he cursed Mizuki’s bouncy-castle personality and rapid-fire mind that always seemed to be focused on two things at once.
And above all he cursed Mizuki’s habit of bringing up semi-serious subjects at the most inopportune times. Like now when the guitarist had one hand on his cock as a slim gold-plated dildo was vibrating up his ass.
Mizuki was hardly helping either, being completely naked as he was kneeling between Mao’s spread legs with his own ass in the air, allowing the vocalist just a glimpse of the anal plug he was wearing.
“I do listen Mi! It’s just a little hard to think straight now you know,” Mao defended himself. Mizuki simply chuckled as he moved the base of the vibrator in small circles so that it would stretch the tight opening.
Pleasure lanced through Mao at Mizuki’s actions, making him grip the sheets harder. Mao rarely played bottom, but Mizuki didn’t ask of it him that often, which made it hard for him to refuse the younger man.
“Then maybe I should stop so you can comprehend what I told you about Aki. I mean, you've known him the longest. It must be a surprise to know that he had that side to him,” Mizuki, even as his actions belied his words as he was currently placing feather-light kisses on the head of his lover’s cock.
But as the earlier parts of Mizuki’s story started to filter through, Mao could not stop a frown from creasing his forehead.
“I have to admit that doesn't sound like Aki at all Mi. I mean, I’ve seen him with girlfriends and the occasional boyfriend. In all those cases, he is the one being chased, not the one doing the chasing,” Mao said, even as bliss flooded his veins when Mizuki started to move the vibrator back and forth, slowly reaming him.
“Yeah I agree but Kei seemed so serious, so I wonder,” Mizuki sighed as he went back to the task at hand, namely taking Mao’s shaft back into his mouth.
“Believe me, Aki’s a lady-killer…if you don’t mind the term. Boys, girls, eventually everybody falls for that brooding Johnny Depp-like persona he has,” Mao chuckled, even as Mizuki made his toes curl, when he added a finger alongside the vibrator.
“But saying that….” Mizuki looked up as Mao started, and then stopped with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I’ve never seen him as taken with someone as he is with Kei. You could almost say that he is smitten. So maybe, who knows,” Mao said as he lovingly wound a lock of Mizuki’s hair around his finger. He hissed low however when Mizuki’s lip ring caught on Mao’s cock piercing.
“But yeah, Aki can be quite a charmer, even if he doesn't realise it,” Mao said with a half smile. The wistful way that he said it made something inside Mizuki suddenly hurt, like he had received an unexpected strike to his solar plexus.
Suddenly, possessively Mizuki pushed Mao back against their pillows, placing his palms flat against the vocalist’s thighs so that he could comfortably rest between them. If Mao’s was surprised by Mizuki’s burst of aggression, he didn't show it as he complied and leaned back.
He licked his lips when he felt Mizuki pull the vibrator out of him and felt the head of the younger man’s cock at his back entrance. Then there was that familiar pull and suck as Mizuki slid his dick into his lover, slowly inch-by-inch until he was fully sheathed.
“So yeah, Aki….I mean…Aki,” Mao rapidly was losing his grasp on his thoughts again when Mizuki started to move.
“So you are thinking of Aki while I fuck you is it?” Mizuki said absently, but there was a ghost of something in his eyes that made Mao realise that he was half joking. Mao smiled as he ran a thumb over Mizuki’s mouth.
“Idiot, how could I possibly think of anyone else, of letting anybody else do this to me except you? Especially when I’ve got your cock inside me, so deep, so thick…”
Mao viciously dug his nails into Mizuki’s ribs making him gasp.
“So…fucking…big,” Mao hissed as he bit down on the lobe of Mizuki’s ear. Mizuki grinned wickedly as he started to move his hips again. But he never really picked up his pace, which Mao knew was more due to his own needs than wanting to be easy on vocalist.
The way Mizuki’s body quaked and shuddered every time he pushed in always told Mao how much he enjoyed the novelty of being top. How tension radiated off his body as Mizuki worked hard to hold himself back.
But soon Mizuki was fucking him almost desperately when it all got too much. Mao could feel his own climax almost crashing on top of him, but masochistically gripped the base of his dick so he wouldn’t come. He almost lost it though when Mizuki bit down at the hollow of his neck, where his piercings used to be, abusing the perpetually tender skin.
“Yes…Mao!” Mizuki groaned as he came, and Mao felt a warmth spread from inside him. Gritting his teeth, Mao waited for Mizuki to stop shaking before turning the tables on the younger man.
Fueled by pure frustration, Mao pushed Mizuki backwards so he was flat on his back with his head hanging off the foot of their bed, causing the younger man’s cock to slip out.
Mao didn't waste any time pulling out the anal plug from Mizuki’s ass, and sinking his own neglected cock into the tight, welcoming heat. It almost burned him as he started to thrust frantically, repeating his lover’s name over and over again as he banged him senseless.
Although weak, Mizuki helped his lover along by rhythmically clenching around Mao’s cock, the motion making the younger man moan softly under his breath.
It didn't take for Mao to come and collapse heaving on the guitarist’s chest. Mao had to physically force himself to take deep breaths so he wouldn't pass out.
“Fuck, that was good baby,” Mao breathed as he kissed the underside of Mizuki’s jaw, sighing a little that he wasn't as tall as his gawky lover. But Mizuki mitigated the feeling by affectionately rubbing circles on Mao’s back.
But before they could fall asleep completely, their conversation about Aki and Kei suddenly came back to Mao, which left him with the curious niggling urge to ask the bassist about it when he saw him later.
A thought that he unwisely kept to himself.
**
“Kei…said….WHAT?”
In all the years that Mao knew Aki, he had never known the bassist to raise his voice. Get angry yes, when things didn't go his way at work or when someone screwed up the tuning on his bass. But even then, his anger was the distinct slow simmer type, where he just gave you a look that made you feel two inches tall.
Hence why Mao’s blood curdled when Aki’s head suddenly snapped up, his fingers clenched so hard it almost crushed his cigarette. The two of them had been having a smoke behind the office when Mao brought up Kei’s story.
“Are you actually telling me that you think I chased Kei like some dog in heat?” Aki said, his words practically seething even as his face bore his usual disinterested expression.
“Well….it’s true that it doesn't sound like you Aki. But then, in all the years I’ve known you, I would have never pegged Kei as your type of guy. He’s good looking sure, but hardly gorgeous. He has a great personality but goes off-kilter quite a bit as well.”
Mao grinned wryly as he took another drag.
“I guess I can understand why he and Mizuki get along so well. Thick as thieves, those two.”
Aki fell silent as he rolled his black cigarette between his third and fourth fingers, which Mao knew was an indication that he was thinking.
“Well, at least he doesn't seem to be so mad any more,” Mao thought gratefully.
“What I feel for Kei, goes beyond just looks or personality Mao,” Aki finally said quietly.
“But that doesn't mean that I like it when the little bastard embellishes and takes liberties with the truth,” Aki added, a hard edge to his voice. Mao looked at Aki with a questioning tilt to his head.
“So you mean, that’s not the real story?” Mao asked, his curiousity piqued once more.
“Well, it did happen when he said it did. In the piano room at the studio, but the flow of conversation went more like this…”
~Three Months Previously~
Aki sighed as he finished the last strains of Clair de Lune. He was supposed to be practicing the piano for their upcoming album but was finding it hard to concentrate.
He wasn't even supposed to be here technically. His mother had actually called him about a week ago, asking him to come and visit. So he had purposefully cleared his schedule so he could make the trip back home only to have his own mother cancel on him because something with her friends came up.
It was enough to give a guy a complex almost, but thankfully Aki wasn't the type to let it bother him for long. So he decided to turn the situation around and get some work in.
But today the notes didn't seem to flow from his fingers as easy as it used to. Usually the piano parts were the easiest for him given that Sadie didn't use it that often. Something that he was working hard to change.
Even though at the beginning he got a lot of shit for putting piano strains in a rock song, his detractors were soon eating their words admitting that it added a lovely subtle softness to their music, another layer to the underbelly.
No, there was a special reason why he couldn't concentrate today. Namely, because Kei had been staring at him for the past ten minutes, which made his skin itch. Usually Aki was the one that liked to be doing the staring, not the other way around.
“You know Kei, it’s rude to sneak up on people,” Aki finally spoke, unable to take the feeling of eyes boring into the back of his head. He slowly turned to see Kei still leaning against the doorjamb, apprehensively massaging his palm with his thumb, his eyes downcast.
When he moved his head up, it stirred something inside Aki to see his cheeks so flushed. Kei would never be beautiful even if you made him up to the nines and put him in a designer dress. Even now, with his blond hair all softly feathered against his sharp cheekbones, he would never be more than just an averagely good-looking guy.
Except his mouth, and those naturally bee-stung lips that seemed made to whisper dirty sticky sweet nothings. A mouth that on occasion Aki dreamed about having wrapped around his cock.
A mouth that now seemed even more swollen with blood given that Kei had been biting down on it repeatedly.
“Sorry, Aki. I guess, I couldn't help myself when I saw you playing. I love seeing you play piano, you know that,” Kei said softly, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his knee-length shorts.
The way he was acting made something click in Aki. The thought that Kei actually wanted him had been swirling in his mind for quite a while. The drummer was so obvious about it that it was a little sad actually, how he always wanted to touch him, even accidentally. How hard he worked to gain his approval.
But Aki being Aki, didn't actually act on it. He knew that it was only a matter of time before Kei came to him. Patience was something that Aki had in abundance.
But that didn't mean that he was above hurrying the inevitable along a little.
“Are you sure that is all about me that you love Kei?” Aki said as he pushed himself off the bench and walked towards the younger man. His movement forced Kei to take one step back, then another, and another, until his back was flush against the wall.
Aki braced his arm alongside Kei’s head so he could lean in closer so that he was practically kissing his ear.
“I’ve seen you looking at me Kei. I can almost taste how much you desire me, how badly you want to be with me,” Aki damn near purred, and smiled inwardly when he saw Kei swallow hard.
“Are you sure, you don't love..me?” Aki asked, as he traced an idle finger along Kei’s jawbone before turning his head so that they were face to face. Aki loved watching Kei’s pupils dilate under his ministrations.
“I do love you Aki, probably longer than you’ve realised,” Kei finally spoke, his tone soft but sure. It actually made Aki happy to see Kei so steady, his quiet strength was what drawn him to the drummer in the first place.
“You drive me out of my mind Aki. No other man has done that to me before,” Kei whispered, each word a puff of air on the older man’s lips that sent a shiver through his skin.
“But I don't know, whether you will ever love me. I mean, you are gorgeous, and talented and just so…amazing. Could you ever love someone like me?” Kei said, uncertainty colouring every facet of his facial expression.
But he needn’t have worried really, Aki had already decided that he wouldn't mind giving it a go with the younger man, something that Kei didn't really need to know.
Aki always did love making his potential partners squirm.
“You are so sweet Kei. I like my boys like that, sweet and willing,” Aki gave a dark chuckle as he brushed back a stray lock of blond hair from Kei’s forehead.
“However, you know I don't do one night stands with friends right. And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at Mizuki, and I warn you I don’t like to share,” Aki said, almost growling out the last part.
Kei closed his eyes briefly before opening them again.
“Mizuki…I don't feel about him the way you do Aki. You, complete me…truly,” Kei confessed before slowly drawing his hand up the arm that was still by the bassist’s side.
“And I don't do one night stands with friends either. If you are willing to give this, us, a shot, then I am in all the way,” Kei said, looking Aki straight in the eye.
It was all the assurance that Aki needed.
“I’m in…”
That was all Aki said before leaning in closer to kiss Kei full on the mouth.
~Present Day..a few hours later~
“Really….so that is what really happened?”
“I swear to you Mi, this is what Aki told me. And Aki is not the type to exaggerate about this kind of thing,” Mao said affirmatively as he folded his arms across his chest.
Mizuki bit down on the straw of his milk drink and started sucking thoughtfully. It was late, he was tired and about to head home from the office when Mao caught him, pulled him aside into one of the meeting rooms and told him Aki’s side of the story.
He had to admit, that knowing Aki the way he did, the story did sound more plausible. Aki was mister cool-as-a-cucumber, who wouldn't blink twice if the grim reaper himself came knocking at his door, let alone debase himself for love.
But then he knew Kei as well. Kei was hardly a bleeding heart, his easygoing nature hiding a tough-as-nails core. And given that he had personal knowledge of Kei’s rocky romantic past, Mizuki knew the drummer wasn't the type to let someone in so easily, especially someone as indrawn as Aki.
“No Mao, I can’t believe Kei would bare his heart so easily. Aki’s account can’t be what really happened either,” Mizuki argued stubbornly. But his boyfriend could be just as stubborn as he frowned at the guitarist and leaned back into his chair.
“Well I don’t think Kei’s version is sailing that close to the wind either. So which one is it Mi?” Mao replied, suddenly more confused than ever. A feeling that was clearly mirrored in his lover’s face.
Mizuki muttered under his breath as he reached for his phone and sent off a text to Kei, basically condensing what Aki had told Mao and asking whether it was true. He knew the drummer wouldn't appreciate knowing that Aki basically had him spouting lines from Jerry Maguire.
“There! That will get a rise out of him,” Mizuki said, closing his phone with a loud ‘snap’. “Which story do you think is true Mao? The one that got told to me? Or the one that got told to you?”
Mao opened his mouth to answer when a voice from behind made them both jump.
“Neither of you have the right story.”
Mao spun around and Mizuki looked up to see Tsurugi in the doorway, a perceptive smile on his face. Once he knew he had both their attention, the guitarist slowly walked towards the two lovers, before leaning against the meeting table.
“You…know what really happened?” Mao said quietly. Tsurugi nodded and pulled up a chair before sitting down across from his bandmates.
“This is what actually happened….”
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