oneshot, TatsurouxDaisuke: FUZZ
Title: FUZZ
Bands: MUCC & the studs/Kagerou
Pairing: TatsurouxDaisuke
Rating: R
Word Count: ~3,870
Disclaimer: Tatsurou and Daisuke do not belong to me. But wouldn’t life be so much funnier if they did? 8D
Summary: It was all Tatsurou’s hair’s fault, really.
Notes: This story is divided in six scenes, which take place at different periods of time and are listed chronologically. I hope Tatsurou’s hair style (when mentioned) will help you follow the passage of time through the story. That said~ Enjoy! XD
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FUZZ
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Daisuke was not sure how it had started or why. He just knew that it had been some years ago, in one of the many boring moments which Tatsurou claimed to go through and which always led him to the crazy vocalist’s apartment, and into one of his games.
He was sure of two things, though.
It had started with a simple and innocent game of Go Fish.
And he didn’t want it to stop.
Scratch that.
There was one more thing of which he was damn sure.
It was all Tatsurou’s hair’s fault.
~
I.
“Do you have any threes?”
Tatsurou groaned, and handed over one card to Daisuke, who grinned. He drew a card from the pack that rested between them and emitted another one of those sounds that were starting to drive the other mad. In a good way. “I’m telling you, this game hates me.”
“It was your idea. And come on, we’ve just started.”
“Hn. Do you have any Kings?”
“Ooops, no. Go fish!”
“Damn it!” Tatsurou drew another card from the pack, but then smirked, for he made a pair of Jacks. “Aha! Finally!”
“It took you long enough.”
“Oh, do shut up.”
“Prat. Do you have any tens?”
“Are you Super-Man or what?” Tatsurou handed over another card, and noticed that Daisuke had already made five pairs. He, on the other hand, still had too many cards to get rid of.
“I’d prefer to be The Joker.”
“Really? Huh. Do you have any fours?”
“Someone’s getting luuuckyyy.”
Tatsurou simply smiled and placed his second pair on the table, while Daisuke drew another card.
“Yay!” he exclaimed, putting yet another book next to his other ones.
“Damn it!”
“Why so serious, Tatsurou?” he joked, receiving a glare from the other vocalist.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” He deadpanned, but a half smile was quick to return to his lips.
“Do you have any Queens?”
“NOOOOO. GO FISH!” Tatsurou raised his arms on the air, celebrating. His cards almost fell, but he didn’t really care.
Daisuke just laughed at his antics, and shook his head in amusement. “Easy, kid.” He drew a card, but this time he didn’t make a pair. “Go on.”
“Hmmm.” Tatsurou’s eyes fixed on his cards and Daisuke watched him rubbing at his mustache, something that the older one had yet to get used to. Though he could admit to himself that the visual from Kokoro No Nai Machi made Tatsurou look-well-sexy, it was sometimes strange. Maybe it was the hair-which always seemed dehydrated and dirty, no matter what Tatsurou did to it or if it had just been washed. And Daisuke, obsessed with his own hair as he was, could not stand the sight.
Wait, wait, wait.
Had he just thought of Tatsurou as sexy?
Daisuke blinked. Oh-oh. Dangerous trail to follow, dangerous trail to follow, dangerous-is that his thumb between his lips? Jesus Fucking Christ!
~
II.
He ignored Tatsurou’s protests and just dragged him to his bathroom, where he shoved him to the floor and straddled him.
“But Daisuke-”
“Just stop moving! It won’t hurt, you know?”
“But I really don’t think this is necessary-”
“Yeah, and that’s why your hair is uglier than-than-than Imai’s!”
Tatsurou frowned, clearly disgruntled. “Imai’s hair looks just fine to me!”
“Oh, but you do prefer Atsushi’s, don’t you?”
His features softened, and he even stopped trying to get rid of Daisuke’s hands, for the latter was trying to pin him to the wall. Although much shorter than him, Daisuke could unexpectedly drive strength from nowhere and beat Tatsurou to anything. “Huh… you’ve got a point, I guess.”
Daisuke nodded, smiling. “Are you letting me wash your hair now?”
“Under one condition.”
“You’re under one already,” Daisuke half joked, half stated, the innuendo clear in his voice.
Tatsurou didn’t seem to get it, though-at least not as something for real. So he just rolled his eyes at Kagerou’s vocalist, grinning mischievously. “We’ll play Scrabble later.”
Daisuke actually moaned, and that seemed to get Tatsurou’s attention. “Again?”
“Well, we could always go to a Karaoke and sing Zangai at the top of our lungs. With fanservice and all.”
“As if the fangirls didn’t have enough of it already.”
“Yup. I can only imagine what they’d say if they saw us in this position.”
Daisuke looked into Tatsurou’s eyes, searching for something, anything, but it was all a storm of too many emotions for him to decipher or lean into any of them. Though he did lean into Tatsurou anyway, almost imperceptibly so, without either of them realizing what was really happening.
Which makes Daisuke (and us) unable to claim that Tatsurou’s next line was killing the mood, for there was no mood at all, right?
“Are you really going to wash my hair or just stare at me as if I were an unknown monkey specimen?”
“Sorry, but you are.”
“WHAT?”
“Shh, shh. No need to disturb my neighbors. They already know you’re here.”
“So, what do we do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not gonna wash my hair with me sitting on the floor, right?”
“Oh. No. Huh… Take off your clothes.”
“WHAT?”
“Tatsurou, I’m right on top of you and I’m not deaf, nor do I want to become one. So quit with the screaming already and don’t be such a drama queen.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“Yeah, love you too.”
Tatsurou blinked, but was quick to let go. “And how am I supposed to get naked with you on top of me?”
“Do you want me to tell you all the ways through which that could happen?”
Tatsurou groaned in slight annoyance-or something else-, and Daisuke felt a part of his body react at the worst time of all.
They stared at each other.
“Huh…”
“I think I’ll get up,” and Daisuke did exactly that, fingers going to his own hair before he could stop himself. Nervous habits die hard.
~
III.
“4F.”
“Water!”
“Shit!”
“Haha. Hmmm… 6A.”
“Water!”
“The start is always harder.”
“Oh yeah. Let’s see… 5E.”
“Damn it!”
“Ha! You’re a sore loser, Dai.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“You just say that because I’m better than you at Naval Battle.”
“Yeah, the only game you’ve managed to beat me at so far.”
“Well, there are many others to come, in case you don’t know.”
“Sorry to spoil your fun, but I don’t think I’m interested.”
“Loooooooseeeeeeer.”
“Fuck off. 8C.”
“Water!”
“Fuck!”
“Later.”
“What?!”
“Nothing, nothing. Hmmm. 5D.”
“Water!”
“But I know I must be getting closer.”
“Whatever. 2A.”
“Shit!”
“Yay!”
“Fuck!”
“Who’s the sore loser now?”
“Shut up or I’ll make you really sore.”
Daisuke arched an eyebrow at him, eyes twinkling madly. “I seriously doubt you’d do that, Sailor.”
“I’m not a Sailor. I’m a Captain.”
“Just like Jack Sparrow.”
“Why, of course. Where’s my rum, by the way?”
“There’s no rum here.”
“Are you trying to kill poor Jackie?”
“Yeah. I’m trying to shoot down your ship, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah. Oh! 6E.”
“Damn it!”
“Aha! Looks like old Jackie is winning, sir!”
“Can we just play and stop picking at each other?”
“But then where’s the fun of it?”
“You’re unbearable.”
“No, my hair is,” and he blew at his bangs, which had not stopped falling over his eyes ever since their first game-one hour ago.
“Why did you have it cut so short, then?”
“You told me to do it.”
“Did I?”
“Aha. Something to do with me not taking care of my hair and blah, blah, blah.”
“Hn. Come here.”
“Gonna show me your board?”
“You wish. Now, move!”
“Ok, boss.” Tatsurou stood up, while Daisuke lay his board face down on the floor.
“Sit in front of me, face back.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And shut up.”
“No, sir.”
Daisuke sighed exasperatedly, but he was smiling-because Tatsurou could always drive him mad-in both ways-and yet he could never stay angry at him for too long. “You’re lucky I’ve got a band in my pocket.”
“A band?”
“To tie your hair, dumbass.”
“Oh. Girly, aren’t we?” he mocked, regretting it as soon as Daisuke pinched his arm. “Ouch!”
“Girly, aren’t we?”
“You’re mean.”
“And you’re whiny.”
“Am not. And you’ve got a thing with my hair.”
“Do I, now?”
“You do. You’ve always got excuses to lay your hands on it.”
“I do not-”
“Do too!”
“What are you, five years old? And it’s not my fault that your hair is as crazy as you are and you only listen to my advice when you shouldn’t do it. Never cut your hair like this again, you hear me?”
Tatsurou chuckled, and Daisuke could feel it vibrating through himself, since he had gotten fairly close to the other vocalist. That was only because he needed the proximity to get a better access to his hair, of course-which was also the reason why he was on his knees; leaning into Tatsurou’s back and thinking of other situations when he could be in a similar position. Or switch places. Or-
“Dai?”
He felt Tatsurou’s head resting on his chest and looked down to see the other looking up at him, awkward as it might have been. “You’re gonna strain your neck if you stay like that.”
“Naaah. Don’t mind.”
Daisuke didn’t know if he wanted to laught or-or kiss him. Awkward as it would have been. “Just be a good boy and let me tie your hair, before I give up.”
Tatsurou’s nod was followed by a bark.
~
IV.
“I think I’ve drunk too much already,” Daisuke stated, feeling slightly dizzy after his third shot in a row. It seemed Tatsurou had never done loads of things that he had. He wasn’t afraid of regretting any confessions made so far, though.
“But it’s your turn,” Tatsurou insisted. He, too, had drunk more than was recommended, but he was still conscious, making jokes and having fun. Thus, he believed there was no point in stopping the game yet.
“Okay…” Daisuke gave in, and frowned as he thought of something to say. Then his frown deepened, and he stared at Tatsurou as if he wanted to punch him. The other just looked back at him, wondering why the hell he suddenly felt as if he had done something terrible.
“Dai…?” he prompted, wondering if that discomfort was due to the alcohol or if it was something else. Something to do with Daisuke’s eyes, maybe.
“I’ve never kissed Ryuutarou in front of over twenty people.”
Tatsurou drank another shot, staring back at Daisuke, whose frown seemed to get even deeper. “Wait. How do you-”
“I wasn’t supposed to know, right? I wondered why you had never told me…”
“No, it’s not-Look, I was excited because the festival had gone really well and-”
“To Ryuu and the others it seemed that you were excited about something else.”
For long seconds, Tatsurou just gaped like a fish. “Daaai! I was drunk, we were partying and everybody was flirting and-I would have kissed anyone, damn it!”
“Oh really? How drunk are you now?”
Tatsurou looked bewildered for a moment. “What’s that got to do with-”
Daisuke crossed the distance between them and crashed their mouths together, shutting Tatsurou up and turning his eyes into big, round sauces. Soon the surprise faded, though, and he was gripping at the other’s arms and bringing him closer and kissing him back with as much fierceness. Daisuke pulled at his hair, loving the way the ends, painted orange, guided his fingers through Tatsurou’s neck and shoulders, and he could feel the other shivering under his touch.
Daisuke decided right then that he liked that hair, and that Tatsurou should dye the ends of it more often, and that he should definitely make that thing with his tongue again.
After lots of snogging and groping and delightfully gasping, they pulled apart. Daisuke realized that he had somehow sat on Tatsurou’s lap during the process, and his shirt was crumpled and his hair was mussed, just like Tatsurou’s. No matter how much he would have liked to stay right where and how he was, Daisuke stood up and went back to his place, taking his time to recover his breath. He noticed that Tatsurou was fumbling with his shirt so that he could cover-uh-evidence of what had just happened. Daisuke smirked, and though he knew they should talk about it, he couldn’t resist the idea of torturing the other just a little bit more.
“It’s your turn.”
“I’ve never fucked a guy.”
Daisuke was silent for some time, recovering from the shock of both the confession and the strange straightforwardness with which Tatsurou had delivered it. As if he were talking about the weather.
Revenge, huh?
Daisuke swallowed his shot at once, not feeling so dizzy this time. Maybe he was getting angry.
“You… You… who?” Tatsurou asked, stuttering again. Daisuke lifted his head and stared as if challenging him.
“You shouldn’t be surprised. Now, I thought you had already done it. You know you’re not supposed to lie in this game, right?” and he arched an eyebrow, knowing he would get at Tatsurou’s nerves for it.
“I didn’t lie! And I haven’t fucked a guy, damn it! But you-you! Why did you never tell me?”
“You wouldn’t like it. Won’t. Wouldn’t. I’m not telling. Nope.”
Tatsurou blinked. He refilled his glass and swallowed the whisky down, burping loudly right afterwards. In spite of everything, Daisuke laughed. Then Tatsurou laughed. And everything was back to normal.
Except it wasn’t.
“Seriously, Dai. Who?”
Daisuke took a deep breath. His right hand moved through his dark bangs and he stared at his fingers, as if they were to blame. “Remember when I introduced you to Gara? And he was all jealous because… well, he thought you were going to… you were going to… steal me away from him…?”
Tatsurou blinked stupidly at him, as if there was a realization right to fall over his head but he wasn’t really willing to let it turn into a thought. “You and Gara…?” he mumbled, and when Daisuke slowly nodded, he grabbed for the bottle of whiskey and drank what little remained of it.
“Tatsu-”
He moved his hand to silence Daisuke, shaking his head.
Silence.
But Daisuke was not one to give up so easily.
“Tatsu-”
“I almost fucked Gara once.”
“WHAT?”
Tatsurou seemed unfazed by his reaction; he just stared blankly at some point on the wall, right next to Daisuke. “I think it was before you two did it. He was angry. Me too. No, not just angry. We were both pissed at each other and there was that tension that can result in a fight or… well… sex,” he shrugged then, getting up (he swayed a bit, but was quick to recover and walk more or less decently) in order to fetch another bottle of whiskey-or so Daisuke hoped, because he damn as hell needed to get pissed right now, in a very alcoholic way.
“When Gara and I fucked,” he continued, not really knowing why he was telling this, “it was to prove a point. According to him, anyway,” Daisuke half shouted, for Tatsurou’s steps had faded into the kitchen.
“Which was?” the other shouted back, louder than was necessary.
“Gara wanted to know if he was jealous of me...as in romantically jealous. Not as a friend or a brother, you know.”
“Uh-huh. And?” Daisuke was startled to hear Tatsurou’s voice much closer right now, and then the vocalist of MUCC sat on the floor, by his side. There were two other glasses in his hand, three ice cubes in each, and he handed one of them to Daisuke, who took it and waited as Tatsurou refilled their shots.
“Well, we’re just friends. We could have turned into fuck-buddies, I guess, because Gara is-” he stopped, as if realizing who he was talking to. Tatsurou just looked at him while he drank, and his eyes told him to go on. “Uh… He’s very passionate, you know? And he was really determined, which was… Um… hot… not that Gara needs to get even hotter than he already is, but…”
“Ok, ok, I get it.”
Daisuke shut up immediately, biting down at his lower lip. He watched as Tatsurou’s gaze dropped to his mouth, and that same tension that was referred to earlier resurfaced now between them.
“There were more, nee?”
Daisuke fidgeted, mentally chastising himself for not being able to keep quiet when he should have. Bringing up that kiss between Tatsurou and Ryuutarou suddenly seemed like a stupid mistake. “Can’t we just go back to the game?” he asked, knowing it was a lame attempt at postponing that discussion.
Tatsurou swallowed the rest of his shot and released a satisfied sigh, though he shuddered almost imperceptibly as the alcohol burned his throat. “It’s my turn, right?”
Astonished was not a strong enough adjective to describe how Daisuke felt right then. Maybe if you could mix it with relieved and gratified… “Yeah,” he agreed, letting their eyes connect for a moment, before Tatsurou ruined it by coughing and staring at the floor.
Daisuke bit his lower lip again as he waited, drink forgotten at his foot.
“I’ve never… wantedtokissyoumorethanIdorightnow.”
He never got to fully understand that sentence-Tatsurou was kissing him within a millisecond, and deciphering words became unnecessary.
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V.
Ring, ring.
“Hello?”
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”
“Um. Daisuke…?”
“DID MIYA BANG YOUR HEAD ON THE WALL? DID HE?”
“Dai, I’m not-”
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? NO, DON’T ANSWER! YOU OBVIOUSLY WEREN’T THINKING AT ALL!”
Tatsurou moved the phone away from his head, otherwise he would be deaf in a minute. He let Daisuke explode for whatever reason and waited until it seemed that he was speaking at a decent volume again.
“Dai…?”
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what-Oh. You don’t like it when I’m screaming either, so it’s only fair.”
“I saw Ageha on TV.”
“I gathered as much.”
“I hate you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Just give me one single reason. Just one.”
“Daisuke, it’s only a video and-”
“There’s going to be a shoot. Many shoots. It’s horrible.”
“I think it’s quite funny.”
“Oh really.”
“Come on, Daisuke. Don’t be so difficult.”
“I hate you.”
“Wanna come over and wash my hair?”
“No. I’m never touching that thing again.”
“Uh-huh. Want me to come over to your place, then?”
“No.”
Tatsurou sighed. “Truth or Dare, Dai?”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Is that a dare?”
“It’s a no. Period.”
“Just pick up one. Come oooon.”
“You’re such a whiny wanker.”
“Just like you.”
“Dare.”
“Oh?”
“Dare. But I still hate you.”
“Yeah, I know. I dare you to come here and try to tame my hair again.”
“Impossible.”
“Giving up already?”
“…”
“Come on, Dai. I know you’re dying to do it.”
“Hn. Okay.”
Tatsurou was not surprised when the other hung up on him without saying anything else. But he smiled knowingly and waited patiently for Daisuke, while distracting himself with Tetchi. The cat was happy to have its owner’s attention and Tatsurou liked to play with her, using a ball of wool as a toy. It didn’t take long before Tetchi got threads all around herself, and he chuckled, but eventually helped the poor cat get rid of it.
Tetchi was ready to take a nap on his lap when Tatsurou heard the door slamming against the wall and then it was Daisuke on his lap and on his mouth and on his hair, all over him.
“Tatsu,” he said between searing kisses that left them both panting, “I’m going to rip your hair off and make you wear fucking caps until your hair grows again.”
Tatsurou laughed jovially, holding him softly by the wrists and shaking his head. “You don’t need to do that, Daisuke. As soon as you wash it, the hairstyle’s gonna be ruined.”
“Thanks God. And it’ll never come back. Ever.”
He laughed again, amused by the other’s paranoia. “Can’t promise that, though.”
Daisuke would have stood up if it were not for Tatsurou’s hands holding him down. Plus, he didn’t really want to. “Truth or dare?” he asked, fingers combing Tatsurou’s hair in a half absent, half tender caress.
Tatsurou smiled wickedly. “Dare.”
“I dare you to leave my hair messier than yours.”
“Deal. But first, I need to make my move.”
Daisuke licked his lips and moved his hips, staring intently into Tatsurou’s eyes. “Like that?”
“Oh yes. Glad to know we think alike.”
Daisuke didn’t answer straight away; he rocked against the other’s body instead, earning a gasp from Tatsurou.
“Truth or Dare?” he managed to ask, releasing Daisuke’s wrists to pull his face down and kiss him-burning, demanding, possessive.
“I…” Daisuke gasped when Tatsurou sucked at his earlobe, before licking his neck and-was he trying to mark his skin?-but it felt so good and- “Truth.”
Tatsurou gave him another bite followed by a slow lick. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
And fuck they did.
~
VI.
“Captain Tatsurou Sparrow?”
“I didn’t start it.”
“Of course not. I mean, who was wearing a moustache and a goatee on stage, and those clothes? Certainly not you.”
“I’d have to be wearing an eye patch. And a hat.”
“Aha.”
“And I’d be drinking rum. Loads of it. On stage.”
“As Atsushi does.”
“He doesn’t drink rum on stage.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Is there a point at all?”
“No.”
“Did you come here because you actually missed me?”
“You’ve watched the third movie again, haven’t you?”
“Couldn’t help it. All these people making jokes about me and Jackie… Did you see the drawings? I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, because you and Depp are like twins, now.”
“Exactly! He’s my long lost brother.”
“Uh-huh. Tatsurou, are you really gonna keep that moustache? And the goatee?”
“What, now it’s not my hair that bothers you anymore?”
“That too.”
“You know, sometimes you really get too bossy.”
“We’re not gonna do that again, are we?”
“Are not.”
“There you go.”
“Do not.”
“Stop it.”
“No, sir.”
Daisuke laughed, because he just couldn’t help it.
“Missed me, didn’t you?”
“You’re getting cheesy.”
“Want a bite?”
“Enough puns already.”
“Don’t think so. Wanna play a game?”
“…I don’t know…”
“Come on, Dai. You know I’ll pester you until you do.”
“Prat.”
“Love you too.”
“So, what game is it?”
“Spin the Bottle.”
“It’s not possible to play it in two, Tatsu.”
“You only say that because you don’t know my version of the game.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Maybe.”
“Hn. Spit it.”
“If it’s my turn, I tell you how and where to kiss me. If it’s your turn, you choose. Simple, isn’t it?”
Daisuke didn’t answer.
“Dai…?”
He licked his lips. “I think I’m gonna like this game.”
“Oh?”
“You know how dirty my mind is.”
“Oh.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh my god, Daisuke!”
“What, I didn’t say anything…” But he smirked. Sinfully.
“I’m gonna grab a bottle. Wait a second.”
“Take your time, Tatsurou.”
“You’re evil.”
“Oh yeah. And you love it.”
XXX
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Bands: MUCC & the studs/Kagerou
Pairing: TatsurouxDaisuke
Rating: R
Word Count: ~3,870
Disclaimer: Tatsurou and Daisuke do not belong to me. But wouldn’t life be so much funnier if they did? 8D
Summary: It was all Tatsurou’s hair’s fault, really.
Notes: This story is divided in six scenes, which take place at different periods of time and are listed chronologically. I hope Tatsurou’s hair style (when mentioned) will help you follow the passage of time through the story. That said~ Enjoy! XD
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FUZZ
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Daisuke was not sure how it had started or why. He just knew that it had been some years ago, in one of the many boring moments which Tatsurou claimed to go through and which always led him to the crazy vocalist’s apartment, and into one of his games.
He was sure of two things, though.
It had started with a simple and innocent game of Go Fish.
And he didn’t want it to stop.
Scratch that.
There was one more thing of which he was damn sure.
It was all Tatsurou’s hair’s fault.
~
I.
“Do you have any threes?”
Tatsurou groaned, and handed over one card to Daisuke, who grinned. He drew a card from the pack that rested between them and emitted another one of those sounds that were starting to drive the other mad. In a good way. “I’m telling you, this game hates me.”
“It was your idea. And come on, we’ve just started.”
“Hn. Do you have any Kings?”
“Ooops, no. Go fish!”
“Damn it!” Tatsurou drew another card from the pack, but then smirked, for he made a pair of Jacks. “Aha! Finally!”
“It took you long enough.”
“Oh, do shut up.”
“Prat. Do you have any tens?”
“Are you Super-Man or what?” Tatsurou handed over another card, and noticed that Daisuke had already made five pairs. He, on the other hand, still had too many cards to get rid of.
“I’d prefer to be The Joker.”
“Really? Huh. Do you have any fours?”
“Someone’s getting luuuckyyy.”
Tatsurou simply smiled and placed his second pair on the table, while Daisuke drew another card.
“Yay!” he exclaimed, putting yet another book next to his other ones.
“Damn it!”
“Why so serious, Tatsurou?” he joked, receiving a glare from the other vocalist.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” He deadpanned, but a half smile was quick to return to his lips.
“Do you have any Queens?”
“NOOOOO. GO FISH!” Tatsurou raised his arms on the air, celebrating. His cards almost fell, but he didn’t really care.
Daisuke just laughed at his antics, and shook his head in amusement. “Easy, kid.” He drew a card, but this time he didn’t make a pair. “Go on.”
“Hmmm.” Tatsurou’s eyes fixed on his cards and Daisuke watched him rubbing at his mustache, something that the older one had yet to get used to. Though he could admit to himself that the visual from Kokoro No Nai Machi made Tatsurou look-well-sexy, it was sometimes strange. Maybe it was the hair-which always seemed dehydrated and dirty, no matter what Tatsurou did to it or if it had just been washed. And Daisuke, obsessed with his own hair as he was, could not stand the sight.
Wait, wait, wait.
Had he just thought of Tatsurou as sexy?
Daisuke blinked. Oh-oh. Dangerous trail to follow, dangerous trail to follow, dangerous-is that his thumb between his lips? Jesus Fucking Christ!
~
II.
He ignored Tatsurou’s protests and just dragged him to his bathroom, where he shoved him to the floor and straddled him.
“But Daisuke-”
“Just stop moving! It won’t hurt, you know?”
“But I really don’t think this is necessary-”
“Yeah, and that’s why your hair is uglier than-than-than Imai’s!”
Tatsurou frowned, clearly disgruntled. “Imai’s hair looks just fine to me!”
“Oh, but you do prefer Atsushi’s, don’t you?”
His features softened, and he even stopped trying to get rid of Daisuke’s hands, for the latter was trying to pin him to the wall. Although much shorter than him, Daisuke could unexpectedly drive strength from nowhere and beat Tatsurou to anything. “Huh… you’ve got a point, I guess.”
Daisuke nodded, smiling. “Are you letting me wash your hair now?”
“Under one condition.”
“You’re under one already,” Daisuke half joked, half stated, the innuendo clear in his voice.
Tatsurou didn’t seem to get it, though-at least not as something for real. So he just rolled his eyes at Kagerou’s vocalist, grinning mischievously. “We’ll play Scrabble later.”
Daisuke actually moaned, and that seemed to get Tatsurou’s attention. “Again?”
“Well, we could always go to a Karaoke and sing Zangai at the top of our lungs. With fanservice and all.”
“As if the fangirls didn’t have enough of it already.”
“Yup. I can only imagine what they’d say if they saw us in this position.”
Daisuke looked into Tatsurou’s eyes, searching for something, anything, but it was all a storm of too many emotions for him to decipher or lean into any of them. Though he did lean into Tatsurou anyway, almost imperceptibly so, without either of them realizing what was really happening.
Which makes Daisuke (and us) unable to claim that Tatsurou’s next line was killing the mood, for there was no mood at all, right?
“Are you really going to wash my hair or just stare at me as if I were an unknown monkey specimen?”
“Sorry, but you are.”
“WHAT?”
“Shh, shh. No need to disturb my neighbors. They already know you’re here.”
“So, what do we do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not gonna wash my hair with me sitting on the floor, right?”
“Oh. No. Huh… Take off your clothes.”
“WHAT?”
“Tatsurou, I’m right on top of you and I’m not deaf, nor do I want to become one. So quit with the screaming already and don’t be such a drama queen.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“Yeah, love you too.”
Tatsurou blinked, but was quick to let go. “And how am I supposed to get naked with you on top of me?”
“Do you want me to tell you all the ways through which that could happen?”
Tatsurou groaned in slight annoyance-or something else-, and Daisuke felt a part of his body react at the worst time of all.
They stared at each other.
“Huh…”
“I think I’ll get up,” and Daisuke did exactly that, fingers going to his own hair before he could stop himself. Nervous habits die hard.
~
III.
“4F.”
“Water!”
“Shit!”
“Haha. Hmmm… 6A.”
“Water!”
“The start is always harder.”
“Oh yeah. Let’s see… 5E.”
“Damn it!”
“Ha! You’re a sore loser, Dai.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“You just say that because I’m better than you at Naval Battle.”
“Yeah, the only game you’ve managed to beat me at so far.”
“Well, there are many others to come, in case you don’t know.”
“Sorry to spoil your fun, but I don’t think I’m interested.”
“Loooooooseeeeeeer.”
“Fuck off. 8C.”
“Water!”
“Fuck!”
“Later.”
“What?!”
“Nothing, nothing. Hmmm. 5D.”
“Water!”
“But I know I must be getting closer.”
“Whatever. 2A.”
“Shit!”
“Yay!”
“Fuck!”
“Who’s the sore loser now?”
“Shut up or I’ll make you really sore.”
Daisuke arched an eyebrow at him, eyes twinkling madly. “I seriously doubt you’d do that, Sailor.”
“I’m not a Sailor. I’m a Captain.”
“Just like Jack Sparrow.”
“Why, of course. Where’s my rum, by the way?”
“There’s no rum here.”
“Are you trying to kill poor Jackie?”
“Yeah. I’m trying to shoot down your ship, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah. Oh! 6E.”
“Damn it!”
“Aha! Looks like old Jackie is winning, sir!”
“Can we just play and stop picking at each other?”
“But then where’s the fun of it?”
“You’re unbearable.”
“No, my hair is,” and he blew at his bangs, which had not stopped falling over his eyes ever since their first game-one hour ago.
“Why did you have it cut so short, then?”
“You told me to do it.”
“Did I?”
“Aha. Something to do with me not taking care of my hair and blah, blah, blah.”
“Hn. Come here.”
“Gonna show me your board?”
“You wish. Now, move!”
“Ok, boss.” Tatsurou stood up, while Daisuke lay his board face down on the floor.
“Sit in front of me, face back.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And shut up.”
“No, sir.”
Daisuke sighed exasperatedly, but he was smiling-because Tatsurou could always drive him mad-in both ways-and yet he could never stay angry at him for too long. “You’re lucky I’ve got a band in my pocket.”
“A band?”
“To tie your hair, dumbass.”
“Oh. Girly, aren’t we?” he mocked, regretting it as soon as Daisuke pinched his arm. “Ouch!”
“Girly, aren’t we?”
“You’re mean.”
“And you’re whiny.”
“Am not. And you’ve got a thing with my hair.”
“Do I, now?”
“You do. You’ve always got excuses to lay your hands on it.”
“I do not-”
“Do too!”
“What are you, five years old? And it’s not my fault that your hair is as crazy as you are and you only listen to my advice when you shouldn’t do it. Never cut your hair like this again, you hear me?”
Tatsurou chuckled, and Daisuke could feel it vibrating through himself, since he had gotten fairly close to the other vocalist. That was only because he needed the proximity to get a better access to his hair, of course-which was also the reason why he was on his knees; leaning into Tatsurou’s back and thinking of other situations when he could be in a similar position. Or switch places. Or-
“Dai?”
He felt Tatsurou’s head resting on his chest and looked down to see the other looking up at him, awkward as it might have been. “You’re gonna strain your neck if you stay like that.”
“Naaah. Don’t mind.”
Daisuke didn’t know if he wanted to laught or-or kiss him. Awkward as it would have been. “Just be a good boy and let me tie your hair, before I give up.”
Tatsurou’s nod was followed by a bark.
~
IV.
“I think I’ve drunk too much already,” Daisuke stated, feeling slightly dizzy after his third shot in a row. It seemed Tatsurou had never done loads of things that he had. He wasn’t afraid of regretting any confessions made so far, though.
“But it’s your turn,” Tatsurou insisted. He, too, had drunk more than was recommended, but he was still conscious, making jokes and having fun. Thus, he believed there was no point in stopping the game yet.
“Okay…” Daisuke gave in, and frowned as he thought of something to say. Then his frown deepened, and he stared at Tatsurou as if he wanted to punch him. The other just looked back at him, wondering why the hell he suddenly felt as if he had done something terrible.
“Dai…?” he prompted, wondering if that discomfort was due to the alcohol or if it was something else. Something to do with Daisuke’s eyes, maybe.
“I’ve never kissed Ryuutarou in front of over twenty people.”
Tatsurou drank another shot, staring back at Daisuke, whose frown seemed to get even deeper. “Wait. How do you-”
“I wasn’t supposed to know, right? I wondered why you had never told me…”
“No, it’s not-Look, I was excited because the festival had gone really well and-”
“To Ryuu and the others it seemed that you were excited about something else.”
For long seconds, Tatsurou just gaped like a fish. “Daaai! I was drunk, we were partying and everybody was flirting and-I would have kissed anyone, damn it!”
“Oh really? How drunk are you now?”
Tatsurou looked bewildered for a moment. “What’s that got to do with-”
Daisuke crossed the distance between them and crashed their mouths together, shutting Tatsurou up and turning his eyes into big, round sauces. Soon the surprise faded, though, and he was gripping at the other’s arms and bringing him closer and kissing him back with as much fierceness. Daisuke pulled at his hair, loving the way the ends, painted orange, guided his fingers through Tatsurou’s neck and shoulders, and he could feel the other shivering under his touch.
Daisuke decided right then that he liked that hair, and that Tatsurou should dye the ends of it more often, and that he should definitely make that thing with his tongue again.
After lots of snogging and groping and delightfully gasping, they pulled apart. Daisuke realized that he had somehow sat on Tatsurou’s lap during the process, and his shirt was crumpled and his hair was mussed, just like Tatsurou’s. No matter how much he would have liked to stay right where and how he was, Daisuke stood up and went back to his place, taking his time to recover his breath. He noticed that Tatsurou was fumbling with his shirt so that he could cover-uh-evidence of what had just happened. Daisuke smirked, and though he knew they should talk about it, he couldn’t resist the idea of torturing the other just a little bit more.
“It’s your turn.”
“I’ve never fucked a guy.”
Daisuke was silent for some time, recovering from the shock of both the confession and the strange straightforwardness with which Tatsurou had delivered it. As if he were talking about the weather.
Revenge, huh?
Daisuke swallowed his shot at once, not feeling so dizzy this time. Maybe he was getting angry.
“You… You… who?” Tatsurou asked, stuttering again. Daisuke lifted his head and stared as if challenging him.
“You shouldn’t be surprised. Now, I thought you had already done it. You know you’re not supposed to lie in this game, right?” and he arched an eyebrow, knowing he would get at Tatsurou’s nerves for it.
“I didn’t lie! And I haven’t fucked a guy, damn it! But you-you! Why did you never tell me?”
“You wouldn’t like it. Won’t. Wouldn’t. I’m not telling. Nope.”
Tatsurou blinked. He refilled his glass and swallowed the whisky down, burping loudly right afterwards. In spite of everything, Daisuke laughed. Then Tatsurou laughed. And everything was back to normal.
Except it wasn’t.
“Seriously, Dai. Who?”
Daisuke took a deep breath. His right hand moved through his dark bangs and he stared at his fingers, as if they were to blame. “Remember when I introduced you to Gara? And he was all jealous because… well, he thought you were going to… you were going to… steal me away from him…?”
Tatsurou blinked stupidly at him, as if there was a realization right to fall over his head but he wasn’t really willing to let it turn into a thought. “You and Gara…?” he mumbled, and when Daisuke slowly nodded, he grabbed for the bottle of whiskey and drank what little remained of it.
“Tatsu-”
He moved his hand to silence Daisuke, shaking his head.
Silence.
But Daisuke was not one to give up so easily.
“Tatsu-”
“I almost fucked Gara once.”
“WHAT?”
Tatsurou seemed unfazed by his reaction; he just stared blankly at some point on the wall, right next to Daisuke. “I think it was before you two did it. He was angry. Me too. No, not just angry. We were both pissed at each other and there was that tension that can result in a fight or… well… sex,” he shrugged then, getting up (he swayed a bit, but was quick to recover and walk more or less decently) in order to fetch another bottle of whiskey-or so Daisuke hoped, because he damn as hell needed to get pissed right now, in a very alcoholic way.
“When Gara and I fucked,” he continued, not really knowing why he was telling this, “it was to prove a point. According to him, anyway,” Daisuke half shouted, for Tatsurou’s steps had faded into the kitchen.
“Which was?” the other shouted back, louder than was necessary.
“Gara wanted to know if he was jealous of me...as in romantically jealous. Not as a friend or a brother, you know.”
“Uh-huh. And?” Daisuke was startled to hear Tatsurou’s voice much closer right now, and then the vocalist of MUCC sat on the floor, by his side. There were two other glasses in his hand, three ice cubes in each, and he handed one of them to Daisuke, who took it and waited as Tatsurou refilled their shots.
“Well, we’re just friends. We could have turned into fuck-buddies, I guess, because Gara is-” he stopped, as if realizing who he was talking to. Tatsurou just looked at him while he drank, and his eyes told him to go on. “Uh… He’s very passionate, you know? And he was really determined, which was… Um… hot… not that Gara needs to get even hotter than he already is, but…”
“Ok, ok, I get it.”
Daisuke shut up immediately, biting down at his lower lip. He watched as Tatsurou’s gaze dropped to his mouth, and that same tension that was referred to earlier resurfaced now between them.
“There were more, nee?”
Daisuke fidgeted, mentally chastising himself for not being able to keep quiet when he should have. Bringing up that kiss between Tatsurou and Ryuutarou suddenly seemed like a stupid mistake. “Can’t we just go back to the game?” he asked, knowing it was a lame attempt at postponing that discussion.
Tatsurou swallowed the rest of his shot and released a satisfied sigh, though he shuddered almost imperceptibly as the alcohol burned his throat. “It’s my turn, right?”
Astonished was not a strong enough adjective to describe how Daisuke felt right then. Maybe if you could mix it with relieved and gratified… “Yeah,” he agreed, letting their eyes connect for a moment, before Tatsurou ruined it by coughing and staring at the floor.
Daisuke bit his lower lip again as he waited, drink forgotten at his foot.
“I’ve never… wantedtokissyoumorethanIdorightnow.”
He never got to fully understand that sentence-Tatsurou was kissing him within a millisecond, and deciphering words became unnecessary.
~
V.
Ring, ring.
“Hello?”
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”
“Um. Daisuke…?”
“DID MIYA BANG YOUR HEAD ON THE WALL? DID HE?”
“Dai, I’m not-”
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? NO, DON’T ANSWER! YOU OBVIOUSLY WEREN’T THINKING AT ALL!”
Tatsurou moved the phone away from his head, otherwise he would be deaf in a minute. He let Daisuke explode for whatever reason and waited until it seemed that he was speaking at a decent volume again.
“Dai…?”
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what-Oh. You don’t like it when I’m screaming either, so it’s only fair.”
“I saw Ageha on TV.”
“I gathered as much.”
“I hate you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Just give me one single reason. Just one.”
“Daisuke, it’s only a video and-”
“There’s going to be a shoot. Many shoots. It’s horrible.”
“I think it’s quite funny.”
“Oh really.”
“Come on, Daisuke. Don’t be so difficult.”
“I hate you.”
“Wanna come over and wash my hair?”
“No. I’m never touching that thing again.”
“Uh-huh. Want me to come over to your place, then?”
“No.”
Tatsurou sighed. “Truth or Dare, Dai?”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Is that a dare?”
“It’s a no. Period.”
“Just pick up one. Come oooon.”
“You’re such a whiny wanker.”
“Just like you.”
“Dare.”
“Oh?”
“Dare. But I still hate you.”
“Yeah, I know. I dare you to come here and try to tame my hair again.”
“Impossible.”
“Giving up already?”
“…”
“Come on, Dai. I know you’re dying to do it.”
“Hn. Okay.”
Tatsurou was not surprised when the other hung up on him without saying anything else. But he smiled knowingly and waited patiently for Daisuke, while distracting himself with Tetchi. The cat was happy to have its owner’s attention and Tatsurou liked to play with her, using a ball of wool as a toy. It didn’t take long before Tetchi got threads all around herself, and he chuckled, but eventually helped the poor cat get rid of it.
Tetchi was ready to take a nap on his lap when Tatsurou heard the door slamming against the wall and then it was Daisuke on his lap and on his mouth and on his hair, all over him.
“Tatsu,” he said between searing kisses that left them both panting, “I’m going to rip your hair off and make you wear fucking caps until your hair grows again.”
Tatsurou laughed jovially, holding him softly by the wrists and shaking his head. “You don’t need to do that, Daisuke. As soon as you wash it, the hairstyle’s gonna be ruined.”
“Thanks God. And it’ll never come back. Ever.”
He laughed again, amused by the other’s paranoia. “Can’t promise that, though.”
Daisuke would have stood up if it were not for Tatsurou’s hands holding him down. Plus, he didn’t really want to. “Truth or dare?” he asked, fingers combing Tatsurou’s hair in a half absent, half tender caress.
Tatsurou smiled wickedly. “Dare.”
“I dare you to leave my hair messier than yours.”
“Deal. But first, I need to make my move.”
Daisuke licked his lips and moved his hips, staring intently into Tatsurou’s eyes. “Like that?”
“Oh yes. Glad to know we think alike.”
Daisuke didn’t answer straight away; he rocked against the other’s body instead, earning a gasp from Tatsurou.
“Truth or Dare?” he managed to ask, releasing Daisuke’s wrists to pull his face down and kiss him-burning, demanding, possessive.
“I…” Daisuke gasped when Tatsurou sucked at his earlobe, before licking his neck and-was he trying to mark his skin?-but it felt so good and- “Truth.”
Tatsurou gave him another bite followed by a slow lick. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
And fuck they did.
~
VI.
“Captain Tatsurou Sparrow?”
“I didn’t start it.”
“Of course not. I mean, who was wearing a moustache and a goatee on stage, and those clothes? Certainly not you.”
“I’d have to be wearing an eye patch. And a hat.”
“Aha.”
“And I’d be drinking rum. Loads of it. On stage.”
“As Atsushi does.”
“He doesn’t drink rum on stage.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Is there a point at all?”
“No.”
“Did you come here because you actually missed me?”
“You’ve watched the third movie again, haven’t you?”
“Couldn’t help it. All these people making jokes about me and Jackie… Did you see the drawings? I’m flattered.”
“Yeah, because you and Depp are like twins, now.”
“Exactly! He’s my long lost brother.”
“Uh-huh. Tatsurou, are you really gonna keep that moustache? And the goatee?”
“What, now it’s not my hair that bothers you anymore?”
“That too.”
“You know, sometimes you really get too bossy.”
“We’re not gonna do that again, are we?”
“Are not.”
“There you go.”
“Do not.”
“Stop it.”
“No, sir.”
Daisuke laughed, because he just couldn’t help it.
“Missed me, didn’t you?”
“You’re getting cheesy.”
“Want a bite?”
“Enough puns already.”
“Don’t think so. Wanna play a game?”
“…I don’t know…”
“Come on, Dai. You know I’ll pester you until you do.”
“Prat.”
“Love you too.”
“So, what game is it?”
“Spin the Bottle.”
“It’s not possible to play it in two, Tatsu.”
“You only say that because you don’t know my version of the game.”
“Should I be scared?”
“Maybe.”
“Hn. Spit it.”
“If it’s my turn, I tell you how and where to kiss me. If it’s your turn, you choose. Simple, isn’t it?”
Daisuke didn’t answer.
“Dai…?”
He licked his lips. “I think I’m gonna like this game.”
“Oh?”
“You know how dirty my mind is.”
“Oh.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh my god, Daisuke!”
“What, I didn’t say anything…” But he smirked. Sinfully.
“I’m gonna grab a bottle. Wait a second.”
“Take your time, Tatsurou.”
“You’re evil.”
“Oh yeah. And you love it.”
XXX
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