Stepbrothers - Chapter 4 [The Gazette: Reita/Ruki]
Title: Stepbrothers
Author: Pelting_Rain
Rating: PG15 for now
Genre: Crack/ Humour/ Slight angst/ Romance
Chapter: Chapter 4/?
Warnings: Extra foul language, evil Reita/Ruki
Band[s]: the GazettE
Pairing[s]: ReitaxRuki/ OC X OFC(minor)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story, nor the movie Stepbrothers and anything that has got to do with it.
Synopsis:
Trouble begins when Akira and Takanori become stepbrothers, but constant arguements starts bringing them together. Would they admit their feelings towards each other? Or leave the family and never come back?
Comments: I am so not supposed to be writing this, but ohh heck. I just felt I had to, and people, here's where the romance comes in. =D Once again, it is really short, and please enjoy and comment!<3
The stone sent ripples across the surface of the water. It was shining brightly, reflecting the light of the setting sun. Everyone was returning home. The husbands droved into the garage and kissed their wives in greeting. The neighborhood children were being called in one by one by their mothers, getting ready for dinner. Even the random birds on the fences flew away back to their nests. The street was silent and soul-less, all except for two. Akira and Takanori was sitting at the edge of the small, wooden bridge. There was a pile of stones gathering at their respective sides, and each threw small pebbles alternately. The atmosphere was tense, and the both of them was solemn; it would have scared the shit out of their parents.
The mentioned couple had reprimanded them seriously for what they did in order to prevent the buyers from purchasing their houses.
“ Nazi?!? What the fuck were you thinking of?!?” Mimiko’s voice sounded piercingly sharp in Takanori’s mind. He remembered how he winced at the use of a curse word- his mum never cursed. He didn’t even want to think of how Usagi delivered a slap to Akira’s face. Takanori took a short glance to his side, noticing that the palm mark was still there. He felt his heart break at how Akira’s face fell in disappointment, and how he ran out of the house with tears barely visible in his eyes. The shorter blonde gave chase to him immediately, and found him brooding by himself. He himself thought that the lake side was a beautiful place, but with the previous pranks Akira and Takanori played on each other, both of them had to keep their guards up, and there was never a chance to appreciate such scenery. Now that he could, he didn’t expect it to be enjoying the sunset with Akira, someone he thought he was destined to hate.
Perhaps, fate just likes to play with people. He was suddenly broken off from his thoughts when Akira stood up abruptly. Takanori stared at him, the older’s face wiped of any anger, an expression Takanori didn’t recognize. He decided that he should be wary of Akira when he was really angry. After all, he was still a bitch.
“ Let’s go.”
Takanori’s eyes widened at the comment. Akira’s voice sounded deep and calming, surprising Takanori quite a little. The younger didn’t had time to think about anything, before he was pulled up by the collar of his shirt. Yelping, he shot Akira a death glare before straightening out his Polo.
“ you didn’t have to do that…” He muttered softly, trying not to anger Akira any further. The other blonde walked away without any other comments, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He was tense, Takanori could see. And he took long strides, as if hurrying for something. The route he was taking was different from the way they reached the lake, and the younger just had to question Akira.
“ Hey! Where’re we going?” He jogged to keep up with Akira, poking him not-so-lightly on the shoulder. He was expecting some kind of strong reaction, but all he received was a small shrug.
“ You either get the fuck home, or shut your trap and follow me.” The statement wasn’t accompanied by poison darts as Takanori liked to address Akira’s sarcasm, and it made him even more frightened. He couldn’t go home alone now, could he? He didn’t feel like seeing his mum in this state; not when Akira’s not with him. Weird, he’s starting to get attatched to the other. Scratching the back of his head, he lowered his head and tried to keep up with Akira.
Takanori stood rooted to the ground when he saw what he was about to enter. A gay club. Just the security guards were enough to intimidate him, the lustful looks they shot his ways. Akira had warned him before hand to act normal, and never let anyone know he was new. He’d thought that it was some kind of gambling den, and it made him swallow hard. But this? It was even worse. He hadn’t been to a pub before, not to mention a gay club. Personally, he was certain he was straight, the porn he read assured him so. Even Akira’s gigantic collection was rid of any gay porn. He noticed, however, that the guards greeted him warmly when he gave them a small nod. It seems that he had been here a lot more times before, allowing Takanori to doubt his sexuality. The other was already entering the gigantic disco room, and Takanori shuffled to keep up with him. He shivered when the guards shot him another lustful glance, one of them winking seductively.
Closing the door gladly, he covered his ears at the sudden barring of loud music. The pitches were way too high, and the beat of the music made his heart pound excitedly. Basically, it was too loud for his liking. He wanted to just turn back and return home, but decided otherwise. If he had to do this, he’d better try to blend in with the crowd. Like one of his favourite idioms, learn to accept it, and learn to love it. All over the dance floor were people, or men to be more exact, dancing in close contact with one another, and some were practically grinding off each other. The fast tempo of the music made them all hot and bothered, plus the gorgeous guys striding around. Takanori was pretty sure he wasn’t interested in them in anyways, even when they shot him looks similar to what the guards entrusted him with. He breathed deeply, calming himself steadily. Ahead of him, Akira was moving fluidly through the crowd, and Takanori tugged the hem of his jacket such that he wouldn’t be lost.
He was pretty sure that it was his worst nightmare to ever be lost in a gay club. The blonde rolled his eyes at Takanori’s childish action, before continuing on his way. The short blonde held his breath as they started moving through a more compact crowd, squeezing and pushing all the way. As soon as he entered the area, he felt hands on his ass and even his crotch. He wasn’t sure if they were intentional, but he was certain that he didn’t like it. Staring at the bar, he was awed by the various lightings and bartenders. All of them were men, of course, and they were all flirting with the customers. Before he knew it, he lost Akira instantly, and panicked rose steadily. Cursing himself mentally, he drifted through the passionate crowd aimlessly. He prayed hard, hoping for any sightings of Akira.
“ Hey. You lost?” He heard a voice behind him and a gentle tap on the shoulder.
“ Aki- Oh, hello.” Takanori turned around swiftly, expecting the person to be Akira. His face fell visibly when it was a stranger. The voice was slightly lower than Akira’s, and he was a brunette. His skin was pale white, and the charming smile he wore revealed sets of perfect teeth.
“ You want to go for a drink? I’m free the entire night.” The stranger added with another cute smile of his, sizing Takanori up. The latter wanted to reject his new acquaintance, but Akira’s words struck him. Never let anyone know that I’m new. Nodding his head reluctantly, he followed the brunette to the nearest bar. Sitting onto the stool nervously, he flinched accidentally when the stranger held out his hand.
“ My name’s Shinya. And yours?” Shinya chuckled at Takanori’s reaction, clearly amused. Takanori cleared his throat nervously, Trying hard to hide his embarrassment.
“ Ruki.” He smiled, shaking Shinya’s outstretched hand. The other’s hand was cold, probably under the air conditioned room. Shinya was staring at Takanori adoringly, and it was giving him the creeps. Not that it was scary, just that Takanori just wasn’t gay. What’s more, is that he hadn’t the slight interest in Shinya. And it brought him to wonder about his actions before Akira.
“ What would you want, beauties?” The bartender approached them with a wide smile, his hands occupied with wiping the glass cups. Shinya sat up straight and turned to look at Takanori questioningly.
“ What would you like?” Takanori didn’t feel like drinking anything at all. Getting drunk in such a place was very dangerous.
“ Plain water, please.” Upon completing the statement, he earned a weird glance from the bartender. After all, who doesn’t get drunk and laid in a gay club?
“ You sure? I could recommend you a drink, its really nice.”
“ Nah, I’ll pass.” Takanori rejected the offer politely, trying not to appear offensive in any way.
“ Come-on…” Shinya tried persuading the blonde. Takanori couldn’t help but doubt his intentions when he was so insistent. He reminded himself to pay careful attention in case the suspicious stranger tried kidnapping him or stuffs.
“ Are you two going to order anytime soon?” The bartender gave him an annoyed look and tapped his feet impatiently. Takanori blushed under the glare and nodded sheepishly at an expectant Shinya.
“ Alright. But I’ll just have one.” He relented reluctantly, not noticing the sudden smile on the brunette’s face. He nodded at the bartender, and the latter scooted off immediately to prepare the drink.
“ So tell me more about yourself.” Shinya questioned Takanori politely.
Takanori cleared his throat nervously once again, trying to register what the other said. No doubt, he was nervous, and even more so when Akira wasn’t around. And his new friend was being a little too, friendly to him.
“ Um I’m 23, single, I like watching the television…” He trailed off when Shinya broke in abruptly.
“ And Takanori, you’re not gay, are you?” The statement made Takanori blink furiously in shock. He couldn’t figure out how Shinya knew he wasn’t. At least, he thinks he isn’t. He assumed it was the constant nervous break out.
“ I guess so…” He flushed bright red, grateful when their drinks arrived. It was light green in colour, and it was a little murky. Takanori didn’t bother to think of the consequences when he gulped down half the glass in a fluster. Instantly, he felt dizzy and the vision blurred. The lights were all flashing brightly in his eyes and all movements were a whir. He steadied himself on the chair, shaking his head as he desperately tried to remain conscious. He thought he saw a grin on Shinya’s lips out of the corner of his eyes, but didn’t bother to confirm.
“ What is this?!?” Takanori spoke in a slight slur on the top of his voice over the blaring music. He was sure that the drink was at least eighty-percent alcoholic.
“ Its called the Lasting Moon. I thought I’d order it for you to loosen up. You seemed tensed!” Shinya explained, increasing his volume such that Takanori could hear him in his almost drunk state. It was true. The drink did made Takanori loosen up a whole lot, and he wasn’t as tense now. But the worst thing was that he became a little too over excited, his mind not being able to think logically.
“ Its so strong! But… its pretty nice.” Takanori admitted, his shyness no longer there, much to the relief of Shinya. He wasn’t thinking about Akira no more while he continued consuming the harmful yet addictive liquid. Shinya wasn’t touching the glass at all, and he only drank a sip when Takanori finished two whole glasses of Lasting Moon.
“ You want to dance?” Shinya asked, dragging a drunken Takanori to the middle of the dance floor. It wasn’t as squeezy now that it was late, and Takanori wondered if Akira went home already. He felt his clouded mind clear for a moment, before the blasting music flooded his ears again.
Shinya started moving his hips seductively in front of Takanori, roaming his hands over the clothed chest of the blonde. Takanori started moving along unconsciously as well, not being able to control the high he felt. His mouth opened in pleasure as Shinya grabbed his crotch teasingly. They were now rubbing off each other, and Takanori felt the heat rising to his face. Biting his lips to hold back a moan, he jerked suddenly when Shinya licked his neck softly. Proceeding to place his hips on Shinya’s hips, Takanori winced when he was pulled back forcefully.
“ The fuck?!” He heard Shinya exclaim as his vision blurred substantially. He saw a familiar blonde delivering a punch square in Shinya’s face, making the other’s nose bleed profusely. The audiences around stopped dancing for a moment, gasping at the sudden change of atmosphere.
“ He’s mine, bitch.” Akira growled lowly, his muscles tensed visibly.
“ Just say so, you asshole!” Shinya retorted angrily, rubbing his bleeding nose gently. Glaring at Akira and shooting a last glance at Takanori regretfully, he took angry strides across the room to the exit.
“ You ruin the fun…” Takanori false glared at Akira when the tall blonde turn to look at him. Bad mistake, Takanori thought. Akira grabbed him by the collar, and his face were inches away. There wasn’t any smell of alcohol, proving the fact that Akira had been searching for Takanori the entire night. The bad thing about extra large pubs and the overcrowded dance floor.
“ You heard me. You’re mine for the night. So don’t even try running off.” Upon finishing his statement, he dragged an overly excited Takanori across the dance floor and towards the exit. The blonde was still feeling sleepy, and his mind barely remembered what Akira said.
“ FUCK!” Takanori exclaimed into the filled basin when water entered his nostrils and stung his eyes slightly. Akira had his firm grip on Takanori’s nack, submerging the entire head down into the glass basin filled with water. Akira didn’t want Takanori to remain drunk for the night, being irritated by the fact that the other vomited twice on the taxi. He didn’t even try to remember the driver’s wrath.
“ Oh so you can curse, I guess you’re awake enough.” Pulling the now sober Takanori out of the basin, Akira threw a small towel his way. It landed on Takanori’s head, and the shorter blonde glared at his roommate.
“ Dry yourself.” Akira instructed coldly, before heading out into their shared bedroom. He shut the door behind him, turning the lights off outside. Takanori heard his soft footsteps before it stopped suddenly. Takanori supposed he got into bed. He started drying his hair with the towel, and his mind suddenly registered what Akira had said at the bar.
“ You heard me. You’re mine for the night. So don’t even try running off.”
A sparkle of excitement ran down his spine at the statement. He was his? It sounded so possessive, so arousing, and so, unlike Akira. Takanori wondered if there was any special meaning to it, or was it just some nonsense to get Takanori home. Perhaps Akira was just drunk. But no, he didn’t reek of alcohol or anything like that. It brought him to think of the incidents the night. He blushed in embarrassment, remembering how he danced so intimately with a friendly stranger. He reminded himself never to accept any offers of drinks again, especially in a gay pub.
Finishing up his job, he shivered when the cold wind blew through the slightly opened window into the room. He exited the bathroom, shutting the door right behind him. Great. His vision hadn’t completely recovered, and it was pitch dark. Oh well, he just wanted to get to the other side of the room onto his bed. Feeling his way around, he reluctantly let go of the wall as he steered his way towards the left. It wasn’t expected at all when he trodded on something, yelping when he fell. However, there was no “ thump”, or hard contact with the ground. It felt soft against his cheeks, and there was a steady heartbeat rhythm. Akira. Turning his head up slowly, he could only stare at the round shape of a head, with spiked hair. It was too dark for him to decipher Akira’s expression, and Takanori struggled to get up.
“ Sorr- Oomph!” He felt strong hands tugging him down back onto the chest of Akira, who was once his enemy. He was sure Akira wasn’t his enemy anymore, but then what was he now? A friend? An acquaintance?
“ Shut up and just lay here.” Akira commanded firmly, but his voice was soft. Takanori opened his mouth to try to protest, but knew better than to disrupt. Getting into a more comfortable position, he couldn’t help but wonder why the hell Akira was sleeping on the floor. There was the possibility of purposely tripping Takanori over and making him fall to his death, but logically speaking, Takanori would disagree with it. The rhythm of the steady heartbeat was pleasant to Takanori’s ears, and he barely made a sound when Akira held him even tighter.
His eyes started closing sleepily, but snapped wide shut as he felt something wet on his hair. Tears. He wanted so much to just look up and confirm that the almighty Akira was actually shedding tears, but decided against it when the second tear drop fell. He almost felt the tears welling up in his eyes as his heart wrenched painfully. He couldn’t bear to see Akira like that. He understood that the slap delivered by his father was traumatizing, and Takanori wondered how Akira got them back without facing their parents. Usagi and Mimiko must be dead worried, but it wasn’t the main concern now. Truthfully speaking, Takanori would rather Akira be a complete bitch than now, his tears dropping gently and holding a person he once hated in his arms, tight. Once again, Takanori’s mind wandered back to the words Akira said that night:
You’re mine.
Author: Pelting_Rain
Rating: PG15 for now
Genre: Crack/ Humour/ Slight angst/ Romance
Chapter: Chapter 4/?
Warnings: Extra foul language, evil Reita/Ruki
Band[s]: the GazettE
Pairing[s]: ReitaxRuki/ OC X OFC(minor)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story, nor the movie Stepbrothers and anything that has got to do with it.
Synopsis:
Trouble begins when Akira and Takanori become stepbrothers, but constant arguements starts bringing them together. Would they admit their feelings towards each other? Or leave the family and never come back?
Comments: I am so not supposed to be writing this, but ohh heck. I just felt I had to, and people, here's where the romance comes in. =D Once again, it is really short, and please enjoy and comment!<3
The stone sent ripples across the surface of the water. It was shining brightly, reflecting the light of the setting sun. Everyone was returning home. The husbands droved into the garage and kissed their wives in greeting. The neighborhood children were being called in one by one by their mothers, getting ready for dinner. Even the random birds on the fences flew away back to their nests. The street was silent and soul-less, all except for two. Akira and Takanori was sitting at the edge of the small, wooden bridge. There was a pile of stones gathering at their respective sides, and each threw small pebbles alternately. The atmosphere was tense, and the both of them was solemn; it would have scared the shit out of their parents.
The mentioned couple had reprimanded them seriously for what they did in order to prevent the buyers from purchasing their houses.
“ Nazi?!? What the fuck were you thinking of?!?” Mimiko’s voice sounded piercingly sharp in Takanori’s mind. He remembered how he winced at the use of a curse word- his mum never cursed. He didn’t even want to think of how Usagi delivered a slap to Akira’s face. Takanori took a short glance to his side, noticing that the palm mark was still there. He felt his heart break at how Akira’s face fell in disappointment, and how he ran out of the house with tears barely visible in his eyes. The shorter blonde gave chase to him immediately, and found him brooding by himself. He himself thought that the lake side was a beautiful place, but with the previous pranks Akira and Takanori played on each other, both of them had to keep their guards up, and there was never a chance to appreciate such scenery. Now that he could, he didn’t expect it to be enjoying the sunset with Akira, someone he thought he was destined to hate.
Perhaps, fate just likes to play with people. He was suddenly broken off from his thoughts when Akira stood up abruptly. Takanori stared at him, the older’s face wiped of any anger, an expression Takanori didn’t recognize. He decided that he should be wary of Akira when he was really angry. After all, he was still a bitch.
“ Let’s go.”
Takanori’s eyes widened at the comment. Akira’s voice sounded deep and calming, surprising Takanori quite a little. The younger didn’t had time to think about anything, before he was pulled up by the collar of his shirt. Yelping, he shot Akira a death glare before straightening out his Polo.
“ you didn’t have to do that…” He muttered softly, trying not to anger Akira any further. The other blonde walked away without any other comments, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He was tense, Takanori could see. And he took long strides, as if hurrying for something. The route he was taking was different from the way they reached the lake, and the younger just had to question Akira.
“ Hey! Where’re we going?” He jogged to keep up with Akira, poking him not-so-lightly on the shoulder. He was expecting some kind of strong reaction, but all he received was a small shrug.
“ You either get the fuck home, or shut your trap and follow me.” The statement wasn’t accompanied by poison darts as Takanori liked to address Akira’s sarcasm, and it made him even more frightened. He couldn’t go home alone now, could he? He didn’t feel like seeing his mum in this state; not when Akira’s not with him. Weird, he’s starting to get attatched to the other. Scratching the back of his head, he lowered his head and tried to keep up with Akira.
Takanori stood rooted to the ground when he saw what he was about to enter. A gay club. Just the security guards were enough to intimidate him, the lustful looks they shot his ways. Akira had warned him before hand to act normal, and never let anyone know he was new. He’d thought that it was some kind of gambling den, and it made him swallow hard. But this? It was even worse. He hadn’t been to a pub before, not to mention a gay club. Personally, he was certain he was straight, the porn he read assured him so. Even Akira’s gigantic collection was rid of any gay porn. He noticed, however, that the guards greeted him warmly when he gave them a small nod. It seems that he had been here a lot more times before, allowing Takanori to doubt his sexuality. The other was already entering the gigantic disco room, and Takanori shuffled to keep up with him. He shivered when the guards shot him another lustful glance, one of them winking seductively.
Closing the door gladly, he covered his ears at the sudden barring of loud music. The pitches were way too high, and the beat of the music made his heart pound excitedly. Basically, it was too loud for his liking. He wanted to just turn back and return home, but decided otherwise. If he had to do this, he’d better try to blend in with the crowd. Like one of his favourite idioms, learn to accept it, and learn to love it. All over the dance floor were people, or men to be more exact, dancing in close contact with one another, and some were practically grinding off each other. The fast tempo of the music made them all hot and bothered, plus the gorgeous guys striding around. Takanori was pretty sure he wasn’t interested in them in anyways, even when they shot him looks similar to what the guards entrusted him with. He breathed deeply, calming himself steadily. Ahead of him, Akira was moving fluidly through the crowd, and Takanori tugged the hem of his jacket such that he wouldn’t be lost.
He was pretty sure that it was his worst nightmare to ever be lost in a gay club. The blonde rolled his eyes at Takanori’s childish action, before continuing on his way. The short blonde held his breath as they started moving through a more compact crowd, squeezing and pushing all the way. As soon as he entered the area, he felt hands on his ass and even his crotch. He wasn’t sure if they were intentional, but he was certain that he didn’t like it. Staring at the bar, he was awed by the various lightings and bartenders. All of them were men, of course, and they were all flirting with the customers. Before he knew it, he lost Akira instantly, and panicked rose steadily. Cursing himself mentally, he drifted through the passionate crowd aimlessly. He prayed hard, hoping for any sightings of Akira.
“ Hey. You lost?” He heard a voice behind him and a gentle tap on the shoulder.
“ Aki- Oh, hello.” Takanori turned around swiftly, expecting the person to be Akira. His face fell visibly when it was a stranger. The voice was slightly lower than Akira’s, and he was a brunette. His skin was pale white, and the charming smile he wore revealed sets of perfect teeth.
“ You want to go for a drink? I’m free the entire night.” The stranger added with another cute smile of his, sizing Takanori up. The latter wanted to reject his new acquaintance, but Akira’s words struck him. Never let anyone know that I’m new. Nodding his head reluctantly, he followed the brunette to the nearest bar. Sitting onto the stool nervously, he flinched accidentally when the stranger held out his hand.
“ My name’s Shinya. And yours?” Shinya chuckled at Takanori’s reaction, clearly amused. Takanori cleared his throat nervously, Trying hard to hide his embarrassment.
“ Ruki.” He smiled, shaking Shinya’s outstretched hand. The other’s hand was cold, probably under the air conditioned room. Shinya was staring at Takanori adoringly, and it was giving him the creeps. Not that it was scary, just that Takanori just wasn’t gay. What’s more, is that he hadn’t the slight interest in Shinya. And it brought him to wonder about his actions before Akira.
“ What would you want, beauties?” The bartender approached them with a wide smile, his hands occupied with wiping the glass cups. Shinya sat up straight and turned to look at Takanori questioningly.
“ What would you like?” Takanori didn’t feel like drinking anything at all. Getting drunk in such a place was very dangerous.
“ Plain water, please.” Upon completing the statement, he earned a weird glance from the bartender. After all, who doesn’t get drunk and laid in a gay club?
“ You sure? I could recommend you a drink, its really nice.”
“ Nah, I’ll pass.” Takanori rejected the offer politely, trying not to appear offensive in any way.
“ Come-on…” Shinya tried persuading the blonde. Takanori couldn’t help but doubt his intentions when he was so insistent. He reminded himself to pay careful attention in case the suspicious stranger tried kidnapping him or stuffs.
“ Are you two going to order anytime soon?” The bartender gave him an annoyed look and tapped his feet impatiently. Takanori blushed under the glare and nodded sheepishly at an expectant Shinya.
“ Alright. But I’ll just have one.” He relented reluctantly, not noticing the sudden smile on the brunette’s face. He nodded at the bartender, and the latter scooted off immediately to prepare the drink.
“ So tell me more about yourself.” Shinya questioned Takanori politely.
Takanori cleared his throat nervously once again, trying to register what the other said. No doubt, he was nervous, and even more so when Akira wasn’t around. And his new friend was being a little too, friendly to him.
“ Um I’m 23, single, I like watching the television…” He trailed off when Shinya broke in abruptly.
“ And Takanori, you’re not gay, are you?” The statement made Takanori blink furiously in shock. He couldn’t figure out how Shinya knew he wasn’t. At least, he thinks he isn’t. He assumed it was the constant nervous break out.
“ I guess so…” He flushed bright red, grateful when their drinks arrived. It was light green in colour, and it was a little murky. Takanori didn’t bother to think of the consequences when he gulped down half the glass in a fluster. Instantly, he felt dizzy and the vision blurred. The lights were all flashing brightly in his eyes and all movements were a whir. He steadied himself on the chair, shaking his head as he desperately tried to remain conscious. He thought he saw a grin on Shinya’s lips out of the corner of his eyes, but didn’t bother to confirm.
“ What is this?!?” Takanori spoke in a slight slur on the top of his voice over the blaring music. He was sure that the drink was at least eighty-percent alcoholic.
“ Its called the Lasting Moon. I thought I’d order it for you to loosen up. You seemed tensed!” Shinya explained, increasing his volume such that Takanori could hear him in his almost drunk state. It was true. The drink did made Takanori loosen up a whole lot, and he wasn’t as tense now. But the worst thing was that he became a little too over excited, his mind not being able to think logically.
“ Its so strong! But… its pretty nice.” Takanori admitted, his shyness no longer there, much to the relief of Shinya. He wasn’t thinking about Akira no more while he continued consuming the harmful yet addictive liquid. Shinya wasn’t touching the glass at all, and he only drank a sip when Takanori finished two whole glasses of Lasting Moon.
“ You want to dance?” Shinya asked, dragging a drunken Takanori to the middle of the dance floor. It wasn’t as squeezy now that it was late, and Takanori wondered if Akira went home already. He felt his clouded mind clear for a moment, before the blasting music flooded his ears again.
Shinya started moving his hips seductively in front of Takanori, roaming his hands over the clothed chest of the blonde. Takanori started moving along unconsciously as well, not being able to control the high he felt. His mouth opened in pleasure as Shinya grabbed his crotch teasingly. They were now rubbing off each other, and Takanori felt the heat rising to his face. Biting his lips to hold back a moan, he jerked suddenly when Shinya licked his neck softly. Proceeding to place his hips on Shinya’s hips, Takanori winced when he was pulled back forcefully.
“ The fuck?!” He heard Shinya exclaim as his vision blurred substantially. He saw a familiar blonde delivering a punch square in Shinya’s face, making the other’s nose bleed profusely. The audiences around stopped dancing for a moment, gasping at the sudden change of atmosphere.
“ He’s mine, bitch.” Akira growled lowly, his muscles tensed visibly.
“ Just say so, you asshole!” Shinya retorted angrily, rubbing his bleeding nose gently. Glaring at Akira and shooting a last glance at Takanori regretfully, he took angry strides across the room to the exit.
“ You ruin the fun…” Takanori false glared at Akira when the tall blonde turn to look at him. Bad mistake, Takanori thought. Akira grabbed him by the collar, and his face were inches away. There wasn’t any smell of alcohol, proving the fact that Akira had been searching for Takanori the entire night. The bad thing about extra large pubs and the overcrowded dance floor.
“ You heard me. You’re mine for the night. So don’t even try running off.” Upon finishing his statement, he dragged an overly excited Takanori across the dance floor and towards the exit. The blonde was still feeling sleepy, and his mind barely remembered what Akira said.
“ FUCK!” Takanori exclaimed into the filled basin when water entered his nostrils and stung his eyes slightly. Akira had his firm grip on Takanori’s nack, submerging the entire head down into the glass basin filled with water. Akira didn’t want Takanori to remain drunk for the night, being irritated by the fact that the other vomited twice on the taxi. He didn’t even try to remember the driver’s wrath.
“ Oh so you can curse, I guess you’re awake enough.” Pulling the now sober Takanori out of the basin, Akira threw a small towel his way. It landed on Takanori’s head, and the shorter blonde glared at his roommate.
“ Dry yourself.” Akira instructed coldly, before heading out into their shared bedroom. He shut the door behind him, turning the lights off outside. Takanori heard his soft footsteps before it stopped suddenly. Takanori supposed he got into bed. He started drying his hair with the towel, and his mind suddenly registered what Akira had said at the bar.
“ You heard me. You’re mine for the night. So don’t even try running off.”
A sparkle of excitement ran down his spine at the statement. He was his? It sounded so possessive, so arousing, and so, unlike Akira. Takanori wondered if there was any special meaning to it, or was it just some nonsense to get Takanori home. Perhaps Akira was just drunk. But no, he didn’t reek of alcohol or anything like that. It brought him to think of the incidents the night. He blushed in embarrassment, remembering how he danced so intimately with a friendly stranger. He reminded himself never to accept any offers of drinks again, especially in a gay pub.
Finishing up his job, he shivered when the cold wind blew through the slightly opened window into the room. He exited the bathroom, shutting the door right behind him. Great. His vision hadn’t completely recovered, and it was pitch dark. Oh well, he just wanted to get to the other side of the room onto his bed. Feeling his way around, he reluctantly let go of the wall as he steered his way towards the left. It wasn’t expected at all when he trodded on something, yelping when he fell. However, there was no “ thump”, or hard contact with the ground. It felt soft against his cheeks, and there was a steady heartbeat rhythm. Akira. Turning his head up slowly, he could only stare at the round shape of a head, with spiked hair. It was too dark for him to decipher Akira’s expression, and Takanori struggled to get up.
“ Sorr- Oomph!” He felt strong hands tugging him down back onto the chest of Akira, who was once his enemy. He was sure Akira wasn’t his enemy anymore, but then what was he now? A friend? An acquaintance?
“ Shut up and just lay here.” Akira commanded firmly, but his voice was soft. Takanori opened his mouth to try to protest, but knew better than to disrupt. Getting into a more comfortable position, he couldn’t help but wonder why the hell Akira was sleeping on the floor. There was the possibility of purposely tripping Takanori over and making him fall to his death, but logically speaking, Takanori would disagree with it. The rhythm of the steady heartbeat was pleasant to Takanori’s ears, and he barely made a sound when Akira held him even tighter.
His eyes started closing sleepily, but snapped wide shut as he felt something wet on his hair. Tears. He wanted so much to just look up and confirm that the almighty Akira was actually shedding tears, but decided against it when the second tear drop fell. He almost felt the tears welling up in his eyes as his heart wrenched painfully. He couldn’t bear to see Akira like that. He understood that the slap delivered by his father was traumatizing, and Takanori wondered how Akira got them back without facing their parents. Usagi and Mimiko must be dead worried, but it wasn’t the main concern now. Truthfully speaking, Takanori would rather Akira be a complete bitch than now, his tears dropping gently and holding a person he once hated in his arms, tight. Once again, Takanori’s mind wandered back to the words Akira said that night:
You’re mine.