Part One
[ How I'm feeling|
Sleepy D:<]
[ What I'm listening to| The devil wears prada- Louder than thunder
Title: Don't Hesitate & Go (1/4)
Pairings: Reita/Ruki,Reita/Miyavi
Warnings: Crack pairing? :D
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Reita gave Ruki another critical once over and shook his head as he took another long drink from the bottle and wondered at how one person could drive him bat-shit crazy half of the time, but always on his toes in the most exhilarating of ways the rest of the time, waiting for that next high....that next bit of delusional hope.
The hall was crowded as Reita pushed his way through, accepting the congratulatory pats on the back, the handshakes, the shouts and catcalls from the other bands milling around. He caught the towel thrown at him by someone he couldn't see in the thick crowd and draped it over his head. The door to his band's dressing room stood open and Ruki leaned in the door-frame, cigarette caught between his fingers as he surveyed the hall. Reita had been the last one to leave the stage after throwing out a few personal items to the wild audience. Reita patted Ruki on the shoulder as he came in through the door and found the rest of the band members draped over couches, tables, and even the floor. Kai groaned from his sprawled position on the floor and reached up weakly for the water bottles being handed around by their staff. Reita draped himself across the couch next to Uruha who seemed dead to the world with a towel over his face. He remembered the towel thrown to him and took it from his head so that he could wipe the sweat from his face.
"Look at him," Ruki snorted. Reita glanced over and noticed that Ruki was still leaning in the doorway, shaking his head and drawing in lungfuls of an addiction Reita wished he himself could kick. Loud shouts and laughter poured in through the open door and Reita faintly wondered how the other bands had any energy left in them to play around.
"Who exactly?" Reita asked after a long moment of silence. It seemed everyone else in the room was too preoccupied with recuperating from the live to be curious over Ruki's comment, and Ruki was too smug and obviously annoyed to elaborate.
"The one that acts like he's on drugs or mentally disabled." Ruki chuckled darkly and flicked cigarette ashes out into the hallway floor before slipping back into the room and shutting the door firmly behind him.
"That was harsh," Reita muttered and leaned further back into the couch, his foot pressing insistently into Uruha's side in an attempt to move him over, but the attempt was futile as Uruha merely pushed his foot away stubbornly and then went back to being dead weight. Reita knew exactly who Ruki had been referring to, and he knew the dislike Ruki held for their neighbor down the hall for no other reason than that he was somewhat hyper and annoyed Ruki to no end.
"That was the truth." Ruki tched and sat down on the couch opposite Reita with an aggravated huff. "Oh fuck, I forgot to lock the door." Ruki began to stand up but as if on cue, there was a quick rapping on the door.
"Lock the door for what?" Reita asked with an amused laugh as Ruki sat back down on the couch and looked away from the door with a disgusted curl of his lip. When Ruki was in one of "those" moods, Reita had learned to steer clear of him, but since the entire band was trapped in a room together for at least another hour or so, Reita sighed and steeled himself for an evening of turmoil. The door suddenly swung open and random members of the other bands they were touring with began to trickle in, led by Miyavi, the sole reason for Ruki's annoyance at that moment.
"Against that," Ruki muttered beneath his breath. Reita barely caught the utterance as their room was suddenly filled with the noise and laughter that had previously just been outside their door.
"Great live!" Shou congratulated, clasping hands with Aoi who was still sitting on one of the dressing room tables, his head resting on the lighted mirror in exhaustion. Shou and the rest of the bands filing into the room were fully dressed and made up to go back out on stage. Luckily they were nearing the end of the evening and they'd be on the bus heading back to their hotel in a couple of hours for some much needed rest and relaxation. Reita decided to sneak a look at Ruki as he shook hands with an unsurprisingly exuberant Saga and Reita playfully kicked Uruha in the side again to make room for the bassist on the couch. Uruha grunted but let Saga slide into the space between them.
Saga patted one of Uruha's thighs and gave him a charming smile which seemed to disarm some of Uruha's irritation at being disturbed. Reita was in mild amazement when Uruha even went so far as to sit up, pull the towel from his face, and engage Saga in some form of conversation. Reita knew well by now that if Ruki needed to be avoided when he was irritated, Uruha needed to be left alone when he was tired because Uruha's bite was even more vicious than Ruki's claws. Reita had to admit that Saga had a certain disarming charm when he smiled, and couldn't imagine him being sniped at, even by Uruha.
Ruki on the other hand was sitting with his chin in his hand, eyes warily following Miyavi who was picking on random people in the room to tease. Reita knew without a doubt, from previous experience that Miyavi was going to make his way around the room until he finally got to Ruki and he would spend more time on him than anyone else. Miyavi seemed to get off on playing around with Ruki, as if he knew how much it irked Ruki. Ruki would grin and bear the other man's attention until they were back at the hotel room where Reita would have to sit and listen to Ruki rant and rave. Ruki was ever the gentleman until he was alone in the company of the ones that knew him best.
These were the times, Reita wished Uruha and Aoi would trade roommates with him, or Kai would share his space with him. But of course, Kai reveled in the fact that he was the only one out of the five of them that had a whole room to himself. Once Reita had crept over to Kai's room, but the door had been locked against him, and when he had pressed his ear to the door, he could hear pulsing music coming from the other side of it. He had imagined, Kai lounging around naked, throwing back drinks from his personal mini-bar, and basking in the luxury of an empty room. Reita had never been more envious of someone. But then, out of them all, Kai probably deserved a little extra space, since management piled a little extra work and responsibility on him.
"Ruki!" The vocalist's name, yelled from across the room, jolted Reita out of his jealous musing and he had to hide his grin against his arm as Ruki's scowl was instantly forced into a wavering smile as Miyavi practically threw himself down next to Ruki on the couch. Reita let his gaze linger a moment as Miyavi settled against the couch and propped his feet on the low table between them, his arm sliding around the back of the couch behind Ruki. His whole attitude was almost arrogant...in a charming way.
"Miyavi," Ruki acknowledged, his tone just short of stiff, his smile just a little too forged and fake. Reita could imagine the monologue inside of Ruki's head at that moment, something with a lot of harsh curses and a need to flee. Strangely, Reita held no sympathy for his friend. Even on Ruki's best days, Reita was the blunt of a lot of his teasing, and at least Ruki's presence was acknowledged by the bundle of confusing energy sitting next to him. Reita was somewhat of an invisible bystander, as if his band merely consisted of Ruki, Kai, Aoi, and Uruha, and Reita was the person Miyavi had waved at once at the company building, but probably by accident. Miyavi probably mistook Reita for a staff-hand, especially during moments like this when he discarded his nose-band for fresh air and was therefore even less distinguishable.
At times, Reita almost felt like waving his arms in the air and yelling his presence so that the other man would at least look at him. Maybe it was merely a small discrepancy, but Reita had always thought it weird that all the years he and Miyavi had been on the same label, Miyavi had barely ever looked at him, and the other man was anything but frosty. Miyavi bounded from one person to the next when all the bands were together, hugging and kissing everyone like some overly affectionate maniac. Reita chuckled to himself at his personal definition of the man who was now playing with Ruki's hair, tugging at the spiked ends until Reita was sure Ruki was going to lose that fragile composure and bite off Miyavi's wandering hand. Miyavi was going on about something or other, and the more Miyavi talked while pulling on his hair, the more Ruki's smile seemed to tighten and tremble.
The scene was almost painful, but when Reita looked off in search of something easier to stare at, his eyes caught something just as painful. He'd seen it too many times, and though he knew exactly what it meant, it didn't make it any easier to watch. Aoi had slid from the dressing table and had begun to pace the room, his eyes catching on Uruha and Saga and then glancing away nervously. It was the movements of a territorial male, itching to defend his space, but knowing the time and place wasn't right at all....not with everyone from their label crowded into this tiny room. The noise level was now horrendous and the noise, coupled with the separate disasters Reita could see unfolding around him, was starting up a pounding headache in his temple.
Reita was almost glad when a bassist from another band, Reita knew as Nao clasped Aoi's shoulder and stopped him from his pacing to talk. Nao was a man who always looked to be scheming and probably was, but he was a laid back, mellow, and even humorous guy that Reita had met with and talked to when their bands had gone out for lunch a few times.
Aoi laughed at something Nao was telling him. Nao's hands gesticulated in the air dramatically, and whatever it was he was telling Aoi had luckily taken his attention away from Uruha who was enjoying Saga's company just a little too much. Every time the blonde next to him smiled, dimples and all, Uruha would bite into the corner of his mouth and smirk in return. If he'd ever seen Uruha predatory, this was it. No wonder Aoi had been pacing like a caged lion. He'd hate to see the man next to Uruha fall into a web Reita knew well by now. It was a web not easily disentangled, and Saga, from what little Reita knew of him, would never be ready for what Aoi solely claimed as his.
He could have easily just imagined all of this going on around him, but being just a little reserved and quieter than the rest of his band-mates and friends, he'd learned to sit back and observe, and he had learned a lot from doing this over the years. A person's gestures were an open book most of the time. You could read a person's entire story by the way they carried themselves, the way they reacted to certain things, the way their hands and eyes moved, the way they smiled....
Miyavi was smiling widely as Kai came up behind the couch and slapped his towel against Miyavi's shoulder. Miyavi grabbed the towel and used it as leverage to pull Kai's face down next to him so that he could lay a big kiss on Kai's cheek. That was the sort of affection Reita was used to seeing the other man give, and it came as easy as laughing to Miyavi.
"That's disgusting, your towel is full of sweat," Miyavi chuckled, letting Kai and his damp towel go. Kai stumbled as he was released but went in for another assault anyway, hitting Miyavi on the side of his face with the towel before retreating to the other side of the room laughing.
"What a bastard. Is this what's managing your band?" Miyavi asked Ruki who merely shrugged carelessly and then slid out of the way as Miyavi turned and climbed over the back of the couch in pursuit of Kai. The couch wobbled the slightest bit as Miyavi jumped off the back of it and Ruki held onto the edges of it in a death grip, his face a comical mixture of annoyance and fear.
"Thank goodness, it's gone," Ruki growled as he shuddered and settled himself comfortably on the couch once more, obviously relieved at Miyavi's timely exit.
"'It'? You're so harsh sometimes, Ruki." Reita tched and shook his head. He couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped as Ruki raked his hands through his hair, an attempt at replacing the mused strands of hair that remained obstinate and in wild disarray from Miyavi's assault.
"I only speak the truth, as I said," Ruki muttered and gave up on rearranging his hair. Reita leaned over the table between them and swept aside the remaining flyaway strands of hair from Ruki's face for him, and earned a tiny smirk he knew well by now. He let his hand linger just a bit, taking a little longer than necessary in replacing the mused strands of hair that were almost too soft and pliant, and letting Ruki's smirk widen by the second. He was surprised and just a little wary that Ruki was allowing this. But Reita let his hand drop quickly as Aoi walked by and mused Ruki's hair all over again with a quick, playful swipe at his head.
"Well, shit," Ruki growled, his face instantly reanimated into a surly expression. He flipped Aoi off as the guitarist did a flashy turn and shrugged at Ruki in a way that let Ruki know that there was nothing he could do about his teasing gesture and they both knew it. Ruki would be the gentleman until they were behind closed doors and then that would be Aoi's cue to make a run for it. But for the time being, Aoi could keep flaunting his little victory and so could Miyavi, but they were both going to eventually see the side of Ruki that Reita was an unfortunate confidante to when the cameras and media were away. It was definitely going to be a long evening on tour.
******
"Hello bed," Reita groaned and buried his face deeper into the plush pillows he'd thrown himself into as soon as he'd come through the doorway of their hotel room.
"Hello jacuzzi'," He heard Ruki whistle behind him and somehow found the energy to turn over and watch Ruki making an appraising inspection of the marble jacuzzi at the far side of their surprisingly spacious hotel room. They were never afforded much luxury on these little cramped tours with the company's bands, but it seemed management had decided to gift them with style and comfort on the last day of the tour's run for whatever reason. Reita had just been glad to have a bed he could sink into after sweating out all his energy on stage that night, but the deep set jacuzzi with the built in power jets was definitely a thumbs up. Management was going to get a nice fruit basket from the band for that one.
"Finally, some class!" Ruki propped himself on the edge of the jacuzzi and flashed Reita another of those familiar smirks. Reita felt something tighten within his body and he rolled himself back onto his stomach, reburying his face into the mound of pillows he was claiming as his for the night. That something tightened further unconsciously and he waited.......wondering if he had interpreted Ruki's volatile mood that evening, or actually, the entire day. Ruki had been swinging back and forth like a pendulum and Miyavi and Aoi had managed to push that pendulum over. Reita knew exactly what that meant, but for some reason.....all he wanted to do was pull the pillows over his head and sink into a coma for the rest of the night. He even hoped he'd become the invisible member of the band again somehow and the entire tour would just forget him there so that he could sleep in this five star hotel bed for the rest of the week.
"Hey Reita...." Ruki's voice sounded closer and that something that was tightening itself, slid down his back and spread around to the pit of his stomach. Nervousness. Expectation. Heat.
"Do you think I over-reacted? He really is an asshole isn't he?" The bed dipped and Reita tightened his fingers against the pillows he was gripping underneath his head.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He muttered, his voice muffled, and he hoped the exhaustion somehow bled through, so that Ruki would understand that his "services" were out of order for the night.
"It's like he waits until he's surrounded by all his minions before he starts poking me in the side. And he just keeps poking. Don't you see what he does?" Ruki continued and the bed dipped lower as Ruki crawled closer and then sat down beside him. Reita sighed heavily and turned his head from the pillows so that he could look up at Ruki through a mess of blonde hair.
"It's just Miyavi. Put up with it like everyone else does. He picks on you because it's pretty damn obvious it annoys the hell out of you. Don't you get it by now? The more you act like a stuck up bitch around him, the more he's going to play with you. Common sense." Reita's comment came off a little harsher than he intended, and he knew Ruki could feel the bite beneath his words because Ruki suddenly pulled a frown that was half hurt child, half pissed off brat. Ruki liked to prattle off to Reita and sing his woes when the day was through on occasion, and so did the rest of the band, because they knew Reita would just listen and offer a shoulder to lean on, but tonight, Reita was exhausted and he didn't think he could stand another night of someone else's problems. He had thorns tonight.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Ruki asked, genuine hurt oozing from his entire being as if Reita had just reached over and slapped him hard across the face. Obviously Ruki was the only one allowed to yell around here.
"I'm just....I'm tired Ruki, that's all," Reita muttered and turned back over so that he was facing away from Ruki, but his tone of voice was softer, less aggressive, and more what everyone expected of him. Submissive. "Sorry," He mumbled beneath his breath. That hand found it's way to the middle of his back again, but this time, it slid lower, caressingly. What it wanted was too obvious, but he wasn't sure it was what he wanted at that moment.
He knew he was being a prude, but at times, he almost felt like a lapdog that heeled every time someone snapped their fingers, namely Ruki, and the game was wearing thin quickly. If he'd been someone else, perhaps someone with more of a spine, and what Ruki had to give him behind closed doors wasn't so incredibly good, he'd square his shoulders more and bite back. But as it was, Ruki's bite was more of a shark bite. He could tear you limb to limb, or completely devour you, but either way, damage was inevitable.
"I know exactly what can get you out of this bitchy mood." Ruki's low voice against his ear sent a shiver of expectation down his spine and he felt that carefully placed resentment dissolving by the minute. "Since you never tell me what's wrong, we'll have to settle this the only way we know how...."
'It isn't like you ask,' Reita almost retorted moodily but the hand winding it's way over his hips and down the front of his stomach under his shirt had any and all excuses, remarks, or protests dissolving with the unwarranted anger he'd been feeling for half the evening. He hissed as deft fingers slid over a noticeable growing hardness between his legs. Ruki smiled against the skin of his neck and an accompanying squeeze affirmed Ruki's haughty victory over him. He almost expected Ruki to laugh out loud and exclaim "Gotcha" in that self-satisfied tone of voice he took on when he had Reita on his knees in front of him, too weak to say no, and too damn horny to do anything but beg for more.
"I want you to fuck me into the bed," Ruki murmured, his voice hard, determined. A moan slipped from between Reita's lips as Ruki's full lips parted against his neck and the sting of teeth had him gripping the hand between his legs and gasping.
"I want you to fuck me until I'm screaming and that asshole down the hall comes running and has a heart attack seeing you fucking me into the headboard." Ruki's morbidly dirty monologue was something Reita was used to by now. Ruki had the tendency to spew curses at the mouth when they slept together, and Reita almost laughed to think how surprised people would be if they knew how aggressive and wild Ruki was behind closed doors . It wasn't all just a stage act, that hard edged energy bled into the bedroom, though Reita often wondered if Ruki was like this with everyone he had ever slept with or just fed on his submissive nature. Even if Reita was the one above Ruki, working up a sweat while Ruki writhed against the sheets, it was Ruki who called the shots, Ruki who dragged nails down his back, holding him in an iron grip until he wanted them both to come.
Reita's entire body shuddered as Ruki pressed on his shoulders to lay him flat on his back and then Ruki swung a leg over his waist and lowered himself slowly down into Reita's lap, his movements fluid and confident. Reita's hands automatically slid around Ruki's waist and he groaned as Ruki leaned over him, his breath ghosting across Reita's lips teasingly.
"I've been waiting all night for this," Ruki growled before pressing his mouth to Reita's lips in a hard, demanding kiss. Reita let his body relax beneath Ruki's pulsing energy, intoxicated by Ruki's need. Ruki hadn't taken off his makeup in the dressing room as the others usually did and when Ruki finally pulled away from the kiss, dark lipstick had smeared against his full lips and Reita could feel it against his own mouth. It left a taste on his tongue that was dangerous, and it only made him want more.
Reita could resist until he was blue in the face, but when Ruki wanted him, Ruki would ultimately come out victorious and keep him as long as he wanted him. Reita dared to let his fingers tug their way through Ruki's hair, mussing it even further than everyone else already had, but he knew Ruki was beyond the point of caring now. He was feral and needy and Reita was only prey at the moment. Reita could have cut his hair and Ruki would have only laughed at him and told him to fuck him harder. Reita smiled at the thought and let his fingers pull harder, forcing Ruki's mouth back onto him. It was rare he ever initiated the rough contact Ruki craved, but tonight, something inside of him felt fed up with being the run-to man when someone needed to cry and rant or in Ruki's case, fuck the daylights out of when he was in a bad mood. And if Reita couldn't resist, he could definitely inflict a little pain.
"That's it," Ruki moaned into his mouth, his teeth scraping, his tongue curling around Reita's own in a messy dance, a dance their bodies were mimicking sensually. Reita could feel Ruki against him, hard and needy, rubbing against his thigh through too many layers of clothing. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Ruki's pants and tugged insistently until Ruki finally relented and sat up in his lap.
"I knew you'd give in....you always do." Ruki rose a haughty eyebrow as he unbuttoned his shirt and then slid it off, his movements sensual, that animalistic fire burning in his face and those eyes that begged Reita to turn him over and fuck the frustration out of both of them. Ruki stood up above him and slipped his pants off as well and then he was back against Reita, his tongue running up the side of his neck lewdly, and Reita felt himself grow harder against Ruki's hip.
"Get this shirt off," Ruki growled against his neck, but before Reita could follow through with the demand, Ruki grabbed the opening of the nice button up shirt near his collar and he tore it down the center, sending buttons flying. Reita's eyes widened slightly as he stared up at Ruki's pleased face, his wicked grin. He couldn't say he was surprised by Ruki's raw tactics, but fine clothes were sacred to Ruki and their covert hookups had never warranted clothes ripping. Ruki was definitely over-stressed, over-worked, and frustrated to the point of madness.
"Ruki-" Reita muttered, fingers digging into Ruki's thighs as Ruki ran his hands slowly down his chest to his stomach.
"Shut up," Ruki hissed. "Don't talk........just touch me...." Ruki smiled and slid down Reita's body, his lips pressing lingering kisses down his chest as he went. Reita closed his eyes and pushed his head back into the bed and let his body feel as it hadn't for weeks. There was so much frustration and sexual need pent up, tight as a wire, that he was afraid that when Ruki finally touched him where he needed to be touched, he would end it too soon. He groaned when Ruki's tongue slid along the waistband of his pants, his fingers dancing beneath the rim teasingly. When he opened his eyes, Ruki was looking up at him as he unbuttoned his pants.Reita's breath caught in his throat as he watched Ruki taking the zipper of his pants between perfect teeth and pulling it down.
"You look so hot...." Ruki murmured, his voice low and heavy with arousal as he pushed Reita's boxers down and out of the way. Reita's cock was hard against his stomach and when Ruki touched it with hands that were small but beautifully made and completely skilled, his cock twitched in response. He hissed beneath his breath as Ruki stroked him languidly, all the while, keeping his eyes trained to Reita's face. Ruki was a voyeur of the highest caliber, and Reita's face heated thinking of all the things he had done for Ruki beneath watchful, demanding eyes.
Ruki stroked him for a long agonizing while before he finally let his tongue touch the head of his cock, where he swirled his tongue teasingly before sucking the head into his mouth. Reita couldn't hold himself back any longer from moaning, and he allowed his hands to bury themselves in Ruki's hair as Ruki's mouth slid down his cock. Ruki's mouth was small like his hands but so perfectly formed like every other part of his body, and he knew how to use his mouth to the best of his....and Reita's advantage. Reita allowed his head to fall back against the headboard of the bed with a small knock that sent a shock of pain down his neck. It merely heightened the pleasure as Ruki's mouth slid down to the hilt of his cock.
"Ruki....." Reita gasped as Ruki slowly drew his mouth away from his cock with a lewd grin.
"You'll never be able to resist me." Ruki chuckled and crawled back over Reita and settled down against him. The warmth of Ruki's body against him, the damp slickness as skin slid against skin, chased away the last of Reita's futile resistance against Ruki's charm. What was the use of resisting? He had been asking himself this for as long as he had been sleeping with the vocalist of his band. He smoothed a hand down the middle of Ruki's back and shivered as Ruki kissed his way from his neck to his clenched jawline, his teeth nipping and biting down until Reita shifted beneath him, hissing and groaning at the sting and the pure pleasure those teeth always elicited.
His arm around Ruki's waist unconsciously pulled Ruki's body closer against him, his fingers curling against the middle of his back. Ruki's skin was so soft and pale, beautiful to Reita even though Ruki had confided in him once that the reason he hated showing much skin on a daily basis was because of how pale and slight he was. He had never been completely comfortable in his skin though most people would be fooled with how confident and sexually aggressive he was on stage and behind closed doors with Reita. Reita knew a lot that he was sure Ruki wished he didn't know.
Reita let his free hand reach for Ruki's face and without thinking, he had clasped Ruki's chin and pulled Ruki's face up to meet his own, but before he could kiss him, Ruki pulled away sharply and stared at him. The stare was hard and calculating, searching, and it nearly made Reita squirm beneath the force of it, but in the next moment, the look had slipped away and Ruki was laughing as he always did during these accidental moments...these painful slip ups.... If Reita hadn't been so used to this, to the humiliation and rejection, and didn't expect it, he would have cringed or possibly even pushed Ruki away in an angry fit, but they had been down this road before, and Reita had always come out on the losing side.
And so, he merely slid out from under Ruki's body and without so much as a protest, Ruki allowed Reita to turn him over onto his stomach and then Ruki buried his face into the pillows silently. Gone were the biting remarks and the stinging laughter. Perhaps Ruki felt the slightest bit of guilt as he allowed Reita some leeway to do as he pleased. They both knew where they stood with one another and Reita had fucked up and let his passions run away with themselves as they did on occasion in Ruki's bed. It was part of the reason that these sessions had almost become a chore....a pleasurable chore, but something Reita knew was going to weigh on him and keep him awake for nights to come.
Reita held down the caustic feeling eating away at the pit of his stomach just as he held Ruki down now with the heel of his palm pushed between his shoulder blades. Even then....he wasn't really holding Ruki down, not truly, because Ruki was in charge of this whole thing, had always been the one holding the reigns and could just as well push Reita away and deny him as easily as he bent over for Reita and allowed him to play with his body. It had been that way from the very beginning.
Reita would have never approached Ruki first. They would have gone on circling one another silently, eyeing one another when no one else was looking, allowing accidental touches and blaming slip ups on alcohol or some other inane thing. Reita would have let that little game go on forever and ignored the sexual attraction he'd always held for Ruki. He would have gone to bed every night until the day he died, touching himself, wondering what it would have been like to sink between Ruki's thighs and take what he had desired from the moment he had laid eyes on Ruki.
That was the sort of person Reita was. It wasn't in him to force things to go his way, to dive off the cliff-side for the sake of adventure, hoping he wouldn't break his neck in the process. That had always been Uruha's sort of thing, and if it hadn't been for Uruha pushing at his back with insistent hands, he wouldn't have run away to Tokyo to help start a band that had brought him fame like he had never dreamed of. Without another person's hands guiding him...or rather, tugging him along, he would have still been working at some dead end job, or ended up like his father, slaving away night and day for money he never would have time to spend.
"Reita." His name was drawn out in a soft hiss and he suddenly realized he had been holding Ruki down, eyes, roving over the dip and curve of his back, trapped on a merry-go-round of thoughts he was usually a master at pretending didn't exist.
"What's taking so long? Come here..." Ruki turned over, his movements sensual, predatory once more as he reached for Reita and pulled him down on top of him. Reita groaned softly as his hips settled naturally between Ruki's legs. It was always this way, too perfect to be wrong, their bodies melding together as if they'd been made that way, inseparable, and completely right. Ruki's hand had wound it's way between the perfect mold of their bodies, separating them again and Reita didn't have to glance down to know what that hand was doing. Reita watched as Ruki's eyes slipped closed and his full lips parted just the slightest bit to release a pant, a low moan, and finally, his brow furrowed and he grimaced as if in pain, or maybe he was feeling that sensation where pleasure becomes pain.....that questionable area they had both explored time and again.
Reita's arms trembled with the effort of holding himself above Ruki as Ruki touched himself, slipping his fingers inside of his body so that Reita could fill it, debauch it more than it already was. He wanted to devour it completely. Ruki's face always colored during sex, flushing beautifully, and there was always such a myriad of expression that passed across Ruki's face as he writhed beneath Reita.
"Ah...." Ruki gasped and the frown turned into open mouthed bliss. "I'm ready....Reita, fuck me, Reita..." Ruki murmured, his eyes still closed, his head pressed back into the pillows so that the long line of his neck was bared to Reita, the skin taut....tensed in expectation. Reita could bite, he could break skin, but what his lips really yearned to do was kiss.....and yet he wouldn't.
Reita shifted his hips and pressed against Ruki insistently. Ruki's hand had slipped back down between them and he guided Reita so that he slid inside of his body smoothly. Reita shuddered and forced himself to hold back from pushing into Ruki roughly, but eventually, his cock took the reigns and he found his hands holding Ruki's hips in a bruising grip and he was thrusting in to the hilt in one hard, fast motion. Ruki gasped, the sound loud and harsh and he looked up at Reita in slight admonishment, but the look was teasing, and it was soon replaced by that knowing grin Reita knew so well, the grin that told him he'd once again done exactly what Ruki wanted him to do.
Ruki's eyes said what Ruki's mouth was too busy to utter as Ruki bit into his bottom lip and groaned low. 'Fuck me. Use me.' And it was all that Reita had ever known to do. Even if he wanted to, he wasn't sure he knew how to handle Ruki gently, to kiss the throat he worshiped without biting down and growling, to lay Ruki down without pushing him down hard enough to bruise. He wasn't even sure that Ruki knew anything other than pulling his hair between harsh fingers and urging him on faster, rougher. Reita could never be hard enough on him, that was something Reita knew without a doubt. Nothing was ever rough enough to chase away any fleeting feelings of wanting something more than this. Reita's hand moved of it's own accord to tangle in the sweaty strands of Ruki's hair, pulling hard, exposing more of that long throat to harsh teeth. Ruki's hips bucked against him as Reita bit down into pliant flesh, sucking the blood to the surface in a moment of pure frustration and anger. It was a selfish act, deliberately rebellious. It felt too good to step out of line, to break one of Ruki's steadfast rules.
'You can fuck me, scratch me, bite me, tear me to pieces if you want. But do it where no one can see. This is between you and me.' Reita could still hear that haughty, demanding voice Ruki had used while pinning him to the wall of a dingy bathroom in a downtown bar. Reita might as well have been three feet tall with Ruki's fist curled in the fabric of his shirt, his eyes looking up at Reita as if he knew he'd already caught Reita. They hadn't even slept with one another at that point, but Ruki had known that Reita was under his thumb, had been holding that torch high for him, and would continue to do so as long as Ruki showed an ounce of interest in him. The warm shock of Ruki's ring against his neck still burned to this day, and that dark bathroom had only been the beginning....something he found himself treading back to time and again in the hopes of understanding where he stood now. He had only ever found more questions and he continued to quietly pile them beneath his feet, wondering if he would ever be handed answers to those questions.
Ruki reacted as he knew he would. Ruki pushed the heel of his hand hard into Reita's chest, but Reita only bit down harder, feeling that rebellious streak flare just a bit stronger beneath Ruki's anger.
"What the fuck are you-" Ruki began to yell, his body writhing, struggling beneath Reita's weight, his neck straining away from Reita's mouth. But there was no escape, had never been an escape for either of them out of this dance. Reita clamped a hand over Ruki's mouth and shuddered as Ruki's muffled cursing only drove his thrusts on harder, rougher....just the way Ruki preferred. Reita hissed as Ruki sunk his teeth into his palm and in retaliation, Reita drew blood against Ruki's neck, the metallic flavor more an aphrodisiac than a deterrent. His mouth moved from the bruise he'd made against Ruki's neck to a clean slate only inches away so that he could repeat the damage. He could have gone on, marking Ruki, thrusting into his body hard enough to hurt him, loathing and yet enjoying Ruki's struggle with the pain radiating down his hand where Ruki bit down savagely in anger.......all to the tune of Ruki's satisfied moaning. But Reita had never been able to uphold his anger for any amount of time, couldn't immerse himself completely in this ocean of rough affection as Ruki needed to do. He could keep his frustration alive long enough for the live wire between them to pull taut to it's breaking point and then he let it go.....until the next time Ruki cornered him with that smile....
"Oh fuck, oh fuck....." Ruki gasped loudly as soon as Reita moved his hand away from his mouth so that he could brace himself against the bed and headboard to thrust harder. Ruki had always gotten off quickly beneath Reita's rougher treatment, and he had learned over the years, that if he wanted to prolong this, to keep Ruki waiting, all he'd have to do was pull back his irritation and fumble with softer touches. Ruki would squirm beneath the softer touches, push his caressing hand away, growl at him to go faster, but it would always keep him on the brink. And when Reita wanted to end it, all he had to do was bite down, pull the hair between his fingers, bruise.....mark. He wanted it to end quickly today. He needed release from too many things at that moment.
"I'm coming......I'm coming....." Ruki's voice escalated, his hand stroking himself quickly between them, his head thrown back in a fit of ecstasy. Reita nearly slid his hand back over Ruki's mouth to muffle the noise, but he knew it was useless. The whole hotel had probably already heard Ruki being fucked into the bed, which contradicted his fervent need to keep their relationship hidden. Maybe that rule was defunct when it came to Ruki's nemesis down the hall. Reita chuckled at the thought even as Ruki's nails dug into his flexing shoulder blades and Ruki came against him with a loud curse.
The warmth that spread against his stomach and the trembling of Ruki's body beneath him coaxed him toward his own ending. Ruki continued to moan and move against him, his hips weakly meeting Reita's more brutal thrusts in a lazy attempt to please him. That was one thing Ruki had always been good at, making sure that Reita came hard and eventually lay satisfied and spent against him. Reita buried his face into Ruki's neck, knowing Ruki would scorn and tease him for it later, but he couldn't care at that moment as he groaned and let Ruki's body milk every last sensation from him with an expertise Reita was continuously amazed by.
Reita shuddered and then lay against Ruki a moment longer as he let his orgasm ebb and then fade, leaving his body in pulsing waves until he was too exhausted to move. Ruki eventually groaned and pushed him away to lay beside him. Reita rolled onto his back and threw an arm over his face to shield his eyes from the suddenly very annoying bright light over the bed. He heard Ruki sigh heavily and then laugh as if what they had just done was some passing amusement. Reita had gotten used to the careless way Ruki treated their covert liaisons. He used them and then threw them out like tissues, only useful for the moment and then into the garbage it went, forgotten until the next time he needed it.
"We need to get some use out of the hot tub before we leave tomorrow." Ruki's voice after the ringing silence that always followed sex between them startled Reita for a brief second. He let his arm slide away from his face and drop down to the bed between the small space that separated their hot, damp bodies. He turned his head on the pillow and rose a questioning eyebrow at the comment.
"What?" Ruki shrugged and shot Reita a defensive frown. "I want you to fuck me in it later. If that bastard didn't get an earful just now, he definitely will later. I've never had sex in a hot tub before." Ruki grinned at him and sat up lazily. Reita watched him with a wary eye, his body still thrumming with too much sensitivity and excitement...desire. He would always want more and Ruki would always deliver, demand it. Ruki stretched his arms above his head and groaned in pleasure before he slipped out of bed and padded over to the hot tub across the room. Ruki played with the nobs on the jacuzzi randomly which turned the lights and jets on simultaneously. The jets hummed annoyingly without water filling the tub and eventually Ruki switched the entire thing off and just sat on the edge of the tub.
Reita felt as if a hand suddenly grabbed his heart and squeezed tightly for a split second as Ruki lifted his head and their gazes caught each other in the wall mirror surrounding the jacuzzi. He knew that feeling well; guilt. Ruki frequently caught him staring, observing, and he would feel that invisible wall strengthen around Ruki, the minute playfulness flitting away as quickly as it had come, leaving Reita confused and unsure once again, uncomfortable.
"I'm thirsty. I'm sure there's an ice machine somewhere down the hall," Ruki muttered suggestively, his eyes still holding Reita in the mirror. He might as well have told Reita to fuck off, that they were done using each other for the moment and he could disappear for a calculated amount of time to erase the awkward moment Reita never failed to bring up after sex, and he could return when he had decided to be a good boy.
"Yeah," Reita breathed out softly. "Yeah, I'll go see. I'm thirsty too." He wanted nothing more than to flee the scene of the crime and took Ruki's suggestion and threw on the clothes Ruki had literally ripped off of him earlier. His shirt hung open loosely and he left it that way seeing as how most of it's buttons were lost beneath the bed and the carpet. He slipped out of the room to the feeling of Ruki's gaze on his back and headed down the hallway in search of an ice machine.
He followed the arrow on the wall that pointed towards the vending and ice machines and found them hidden in a small nook at the far end of the hall. He set the ice bucket beneath the machine and irritably slammed his fist against the button and held it there until the bucket was filled halfway with ice, and then the machine seemed to breathe it's last breath and quit on him. How appropriate.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Reita growled, slamming his fist back down on the button several times to the mournful droning of an either empty or broken ice machine. He had probably jammed the button by hitting it.
"I'm pretty sure abusing the machine isn't going to make it work." An amused voice sounded behind him and he quickly turned on his heel in complete surprise.
"Shit...." Reita muttered. He tried to calm the pounding of his heart as he looked up into the face of Ruki's 'sworn enemy'. "You scared the hell out of me. Did you materialize out of the wall or something?" Reita shook his head and then let out a shaky breath as his eyes took in a very different Miyavi from the one that had been harassing Ruki earlier that day. Miyavi stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his face wearing that arrogant grin he liked to pull around Ruki just to annoy the hell out of him, but that cocky grin just didn't seem to fit the man standing there in a white tshirt and loose gray sweatpants. Miyavi's hair was flat and pulled harshly back into a pony tail, a very unglamorous style for someone Reita had tagged to never walk out of the house without consulting his hair stylist and makeup artist.
"I just happened to come for ice at the same time you decided to." Miyavi rose a curious eyebrow and then pushed himself away from the wall. "Here, instead of beating the button, just beat the side of the damn thing." With that said, Miyavi brought his foot up in what looked to be some sort of karate move and kicked the side of the machine. The force of the impact had Reita's ears ringing, but the abused machine seemed to start back to life as a whole mountain of ice tumbled out of it and overflowed the cup and spilled to the floor in rivulets. Reita laughed and shook the excess ice from his bucket so that Miyavi could put his own bucket under it.
"You learn a few tricks traveling most of your life. These places always have shitty machines because they spend their money on gold monogrammed towels and those stupid little mints on the pillows. Those mints taste like shit and what am I going to do with a monogrammed towel? I'd rather have ice for my beer." Miyavi grinned and filled his bucket up under the now very cooperative ice machine.
"I never get a chance to taste the shitty mints before Ruki attacks them." Reita chuckled, cradling the ice as he watched Miyavi get his own. It was so strange meeting the man he'd only known from a distance here alone in a deserted hotel hallway filling up ice buckets. It was even stranger seeing him so toned down and....normal dare he say? Or maybe normal wasn't the right word. Reita could still feel Miyavi's crazy energy humming just beneath the surface of that laid back exterior, but he kept it subdued now easily. Reita almost wondered if Miyavi's hyperactivity was like a light switch, turned off and on at will, or if he was just naturally laid back and easy going when the cameras and stage lights were turned off. This was the first time they'd ever cornered each other completely alone. Suddenly Reita was visible and he wasn't sure what to make of that.
"My regards to Ruki and the shitty mints then," Miyavi chuckled. "He's enjoying this nice little retreat management put us up in then?" Miyavi walked back out into the hall and motioned for Reita to follow.
"Jacuzzi. That's all I have to say," Reita laughed, falling into step beside Miyavi as they headed back to their rooms. The thought of the jacuzzi sent a shiver of arousal through his body that he couldn't help. His desire for Ruki had always been like a second skin, something he couldn't just peel away or discard. It seemed to be a permanent fixture whether he wanted it to be or not.
"I've never heard someone so excited over a jacuzzi in my life." Miyavi laughed and then took a small cube of ice and casually stuck it in his mouth to suck on. The habit was familiar and it only made Reita's desire flare hotter. Ruki loved ice. He loved to suck on it, to chew on it.....to let it melt on Reita's warm stomach so that he could lick the moisture off with a torturous slowness that always had Reita writhing beneath him.....Miyavi left his side to walk to the room across the hall from his own where he stood there looking at Reita with that same curious look he'd given him earlier, as if he found Reita amusing, but oh so interesting.
"Wait....what?" Reita suddenly blurted out as the meaning behind Miyavi's words suddenly became clear and struck a cord in him. He'd been so tuned into Miyavi sucking on the ice in the exact way that Ruki liked to that he had completely missed Miyavi's suggestion or pun....whatever he had meant by that....
"The jacuzzi. It seemed like he had a great time," Miyavi repeated slowly and then shrugged as he slid his card into the pad on his door and unlocked his room. "I'll see you around. I'm sure we'll be stuck at the same hotel together tomorrow night too." Reita stood in silence as Miyavi smiled and waggled his fingers at him in a mocking sort of goodbye and then disappeared behind his hotel room door. He should have known Miyavi would hear Ruki screaming next door. They certainly hadn't been quiet at all about it. But the way Miyavi had casually thrown out those comments....he knew Reita was fucking Ruki, that much was obvious. But then, what had he expected? The whole damn hotel probably knew.
He cursed softly under his breath as he unlocked his own door and slipped inside only to stop on the threshold and fall silent. Reita set the ice bucket down on the stand beside the door and smiled to himself. Ruki lay curled in the middle of the bed around a pillow he'd snatched from the headboard and he was snoring the slightest bit. Ruki would have hit him on the side of his head for suggesting he snored, but it was true that even with the barest hint of alcohol in his system, Ruki snored a little.
Reita shook his head and made his way to the edge of the bed. Ruki had already opened the bottle of alcohol they'd received in a flood of gifts from fans and management earlier that evening, and half of the bottle was already gone and Reita had only stepped out for fifteen minutes at the most. Ruki was probably the only one in the band that could challenge Uruha to a drinking duel and have some chance of winning. The filled jacuzzi stood forlorn and forgotten on the other side of the room It seemed like exploring it tonight was out of the question, but he wouldn't doubt being woken up in the morning to Ruki molesting him or dragging him to the jacuzzi.
Reita reached for the bottle on the nightstand and grabbed it up by the neck so that he could take a long swig from it, downing another good portion of the smooth wine. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as his gaze swept over Ruki's sleeping form taking up most of the bed. There was no way he was going to push Ruki over and risk waking him up to a nasty onslaught of cranky attitude, and he wasn't going to try to fit himself into one of the small spaces Ruki's limbs weren't occupying, so he sat down with a huff in the over-sized chair beside the bed and propped his feet up on the footstool in front of it.
He had had enough experience sleeping in uncomfortable chairs in the years they had been touring around, and this chair wasn't half bad if he leaned back into it. Besides, he had half a bottle of wine to finish, and he was sure, that by the end of the bottle, he'd be blissfully passed out like Ruki. Reita gave Ruki another critical once over and shook his head as he took another long drink from the bottle and wondered at how one person could drive him bat-shit crazy half of the time, but always on his toes in the most exhilarating of ways the rest of the time, waiting for that next high....that next bit of delusional hope.
Go to Part Two
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A/N: Oh hai there :D This is a bit of crack, written as a request/special love-filled fic for my friend, Renee. How am I doing so far bb? This was such a challenge o____o I know you wanted MiyaviRei crack, but I just had to throw in beloved Reituki as well and how long have I been working on this??? T__T Too damn long. Forgive me? I think I'm doing decent on the smut and romance at least LOL The story has run away with itself by this point but only has a bit more to go and some tweaking at least. Oldskool Gaze and Miyavi for the win?