[Multichapter] Our life is a Dance with Death - Chapter 1, The Temptation Room
Title : Our life is a Dance with Death - Chapter 1, The Temptation Room
Author: rainbowdots888
Pairings: Slight Ryo x Ohkura, others to come...
Rating: PG 15 (swearing, blood)
Length: Multi Chapter ( 1 / ? )
Words: 1981
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Disclaimer: Too bad for me, I don't own these men... just these stories.
Summary: 8UPPERS AU. Expect fights, blood, irreverence, but also romance, I'm a softy. "Yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again."
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The club was surprisingly silent, given their usual nocturnal activities. Ace had spent the night outside, for once skipping the repetitive and annoying chores linked to their business... Recently he had grown tired of the noise, the drunkards and the girls running after him every night. Most people would ask him what there was to complain about in this. Maybe he was finally too old or just bored with this easy and violent kind of life. After a long walk in the darkness of the small streets surrounding the club, he had decided to go back to his room, have a good sleep and be in shape for the day to come. He was nearly thirty two after all, an old man almost.
But before reaching his own door in the central hallway, he noticed that one of the bedrooms' door was opened, which was odd given who lived in there. The guy valued his intimacy and since they had met, almost twenty years ago, he had never been invited inside Johnny's room. It was so strange that he decided to take a peek, just in case, and check if the other was alright... Nothing was wrong at just having a quick look and no one was there anyway.
The room was dark but the neon lights on the streets gave out enough of their trembling red light to see. Everything was tidy and perfectly pristine, as if the master of this place had spent a good deal of his time cleaning and re-arranging the lay out. It was surprisingly cosy if Ace compared it to his own place. Almost like a girl's. The bed was hidden from his sight by the door and he had to push it a bit further to check if Johnny was there or not. And there he was. The view startled him and his first reaction was to jump back into the corridor in a surprised jolt. But soon, curiosity took over his senses and he stepped again in the room, totally bypassing the rules of their community. Being asked why, he would have whispered some void excuse in a defying tone... but no one seemed to be around and the other was fast asleep.
When the lights of the neons flickered strong enough, Ace could see the silhouette lying on the bed. The young man was resting on his side, his hands intertwined under his chin like in a silent prayer. He had gotten rid of the bed sheets that were lying on the floor, at his feet. He was entirely naked. As he took a few silent steps towards the bed, Ace couldn't advert his eyes from the gorgeous being lying there in front of him. He had never thought of Johnny this way before. What was happening to him ? His conscience told him that it was due to the roughly ten beers he had had by himself that night but somehow he felt it could be something different. He was perfectly lucid and did realize that if he were found out, he would be in really deep shit. But an irresistible force attracted him to the bed and made him reach out to the round shoulder in front of him. The pad of his fingers touched lightly the smooth skin, and encouraged by the calm and even breath of the other, he let his hand wander a bit lower, tracing a line along the toned chest, following the curve of the marked waist to reach the top the hip. Johnny didn't move an inch, his eyes hermetically closed. The temptation was incredibly strong and having felt how soft and enthralling the other was, Ace couldn't help but want more. His inner self was debating on the potential outcome of this. Should he wake the other up and try something ? Should he venture a kiss on those plump lips ? Or should he retreat to his room, get off by himself and sleep on this to forget this strange experience ?
As the tip of his fingers were still resting on the tempting hip, the floor creaked loudly in the house. Someone was walking on the wooden flooring towards the room. He jumped back in a second and confirmed that the hallway was clear before stepping into it. He closed the door softly just in time before a familiar silhouette turned around the corner. Gum was walking slowly in his pajamas, holding a glass of fresh milk, sipping occasionally from it. His hair was tousled and his eyes were small, as if he had managed to go to the kitchen without even bothering to open them.
“Ace ? What are you doing here ? I thought you had left for a few days...”
“Sssshhh. You're loud. Everyone is sleeping... I came back a minute ago. Go back to sleep, everything's alright.”
“Ah. Sure... Good night...”
The good thing with Gum was that you could make him buy anything as long as he had a glass of milk in his hand. It sometimes proved helpful. The sudden rise in tension had burst the dreamy bubble and Ace decided that this peculiar whim could definitely be forgotten with a good night and another beer. He checked Johnny's room was definitely closed and left for his own messy place, dreaming of those magnificent curves he had seen inside the bedroom. He told himself in a chuckle that he had found a great nickname for Johnny's bedroom. The Temptation Room.
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When morning came, Ace woke up to the sound of a happy chatter inside the club. It sounded like everyone was up already, having breakfast. Or maybe lunch.
The memories of the previous night had faded into something that felt like a wet dream with a strange Gum-and-milk interruption. Nothing bad enough to keep him from enjoying the good life anyway. He grabbed a pair of jeans and jumping into them, walked up to the noisy part of the house, where he was sure to find food and maybe a drink.
The guys were all sitting at the counter, chatting in small groups. When Ace entered the room, their committed bartender, namely Johnny, got up and grumbled.
“ 'Was about time you woke up. Take my seat and eat something, you look terrible.”
“Sure, Pretty. It's nice to see you so lovely from the morning.” He was flashing his largest smile to his interlocutor, thinking that the young man was for sure way more attractive when he shut up. But he couldn't prevent his eyes to scan the other, redrawing virtually the line he had followed with his hand a few hours before. From the large and curvy shoulder to the perfect torso revealed by a loose tank top, and the voluptuous hip imprisonned in skinny jeans that left nothing to imagination. He felt terribly disappointed when Johnny took a loose checkered shirt from the bar and covered himself with it. The night and its dreams were definitely over, locked behind a tacky piece of garment.
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The warehouse was supposedly empty when Mac had sent them in to get a briefcase that should have been on a table, right in the middle. It contained their pay for a recent work, or at least they thought, before Ace noticed that there wasn't any table in sight. The place was resonating with the sound of their leather shoes crushing pebbles of dust on the dirty floor. Four of them had stayed in the van, thinking that it would be a mere formality. Johnny cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, and taking three slow steps towards the centre of the building he declared :
“I guess we're late. Let's move, I don't like this.”
“Shouldn't we check the surroundings first ? Maybe it's hidden somewhere...” Arsenal sounded bitter but he did not want to undergo Mac's wrath. One bad news per day was enough.
“As you like. Let's...”
The well known noise of a firing gun interrupted his sentence, the whistle of the bullets filling the empty space in the most surprising way. Someone was targeting them from behing the metallic columns of the structure, a person they couldn't see but who had watched them since their arrival.
Johnny threw himself on the floor suddenly, protecting his head with his hands. Both of his friends ran to him, Arsenal emptying his guns loudly towards the attacker. Just when Ace thought it was over, a large and rough hand grabbed the back of Johnny's jacket to lift him from the floor just before his eyes. The other was dragged up by a giant, against whom he didn't stand a chance. The young man kicked and hit as he could, the gigantic hands closing their fingers on his neck. Everything happened so fast that Ace felt helpless for a split second, his fists clenching at a snail-like speed. But as soon as they were locked into position, his hands feeling as hard as iron once again, he jumped on the stranger and hit him without mercy, searching for the most vulnerable points he could damage. He hit more desperately every second, bewildered by the painful hissing coming from Johnny's mouth. The other was running out of air and his limbs were slowly giving up the fight he had led against his aggressor until then. The boxer's knuckles nearly exploded against the massive silhouette, leaving blood stains on the ennemy's garments that looked like an all new Rorschach test. He finally saw an opening and gathering his last forces, aimed at his target's nape, that he smashed in one powerful blow.
The giant fell dead on the floor, releasing his victim like a bag of laundry on the hard and cold concrete.
Attracted by the gun shots, the rest of their group came in running in the warehouse. They took care of the two of them, still lying on the floor as Arsenal wiped off the blood soiling his blade on a handkerchief.
“Fucking suits. Are we going to wear those every single time ? Definitely not convenient when blood is involved.”
“We keep the suits. Come and give a hand here instead of complaining, Johnny's not the lightest among us.” Said Jackie who was trying to lift the passed out man torso off the floor.
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The others had gone to find a doctor who wouldn't be too curious when Johnny eventually opened his eyes. They had left him on the sofa, guarded by the wounded Ace who was in charge of keeping an ear on his hectic breathing.
“Hey. How are you doing Hero ?” said the boxer with one of his mocking lopsided smiles.
“Great...” Johnny's voice was croaky and weak. He lifted his hand to his throat, running along the bruises that ran all around with the tip of his fingers. “How about you ?”
“Oh you know... the usual. I'll have to pass on the dishes for a while.” And he showed his hands to the other. His joints were cut opened and had profusely bled, leaving red threads on his forearms. He obviously couldn't close his hands or even move his fingers, as each movement drew a grimace of pain on his face.
“You're crazy... You shouldn't have done that...” Johnny sat up and took one of Ace's hands to have a look at the serious wounds.
“Oh. So I should have let you die to protect my oh-so-precious hands ?”
“Maybe I'm not worth that much pain.”
The boxer hissed loudly, as if hurt by the delicate fingers that ran over his bare flesh. Johnny looked up with his usual blasé expression. Ace was boiling with anger and his gaze piercing the other's orbs, he growled :
“Don't say that again. Ever. You hear me ? Idiot.”
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Aaaand I started a multi chapter again. Another AU, I hope you'll like this one, and that I'll be able to surprise you a bit ! I don't know how long this will be, the plot is expanding more and more every second in my head. Enjoy !
Author: rainbowdots888
Pairings: Slight Ryo x Ohkura, others to come...
Rating: PG 15 (swearing, blood)
Length: Multi Chapter ( 1 / ? )
Words: 1981
Genre: AU, angst, romance
Disclaimer: Too bad for me, I don't own these men... just these stories.
Summary: 8UPPERS AU. Expect fights, blood, irreverence, but also romance, I'm a softy. "Yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again."
****************
The club was surprisingly silent, given their usual nocturnal activities. Ace had spent the night outside, for once skipping the repetitive and annoying chores linked to their business... Recently he had grown tired of the noise, the drunkards and the girls running after him every night. Most people would ask him what there was to complain about in this. Maybe he was finally too old or just bored with this easy and violent kind of life. After a long walk in the darkness of the small streets surrounding the club, he had decided to go back to his room, have a good sleep and be in shape for the day to come. He was nearly thirty two after all, an old man almost.
But before reaching his own door in the central hallway, he noticed that one of the bedrooms' door was opened, which was odd given who lived in there. The guy valued his intimacy and since they had met, almost twenty years ago, he had never been invited inside Johnny's room. It was so strange that he decided to take a peek, just in case, and check if the other was alright... Nothing was wrong at just having a quick look and no one was there anyway.
The room was dark but the neon lights on the streets gave out enough of their trembling red light to see. Everything was tidy and perfectly pristine, as if the master of this place had spent a good deal of his time cleaning and re-arranging the lay out. It was surprisingly cosy if Ace compared it to his own place. Almost like a girl's. The bed was hidden from his sight by the door and he had to push it a bit further to check if Johnny was there or not. And there he was. The view startled him and his first reaction was to jump back into the corridor in a surprised jolt. But soon, curiosity took over his senses and he stepped again in the room, totally bypassing the rules of their community. Being asked why, he would have whispered some void excuse in a defying tone... but no one seemed to be around and the other was fast asleep.
When the lights of the neons flickered strong enough, Ace could see the silhouette lying on the bed. The young man was resting on his side, his hands intertwined under his chin like in a silent prayer. He had gotten rid of the bed sheets that were lying on the floor, at his feet. He was entirely naked. As he took a few silent steps towards the bed, Ace couldn't advert his eyes from the gorgeous being lying there in front of him. He had never thought of Johnny this way before. What was happening to him ? His conscience told him that it was due to the roughly ten beers he had had by himself that night but somehow he felt it could be something different. He was perfectly lucid and did realize that if he were found out, he would be in really deep shit. But an irresistible force attracted him to the bed and made him reach out to the round shoulder in front of him. The pad of his fingers touched lightly the smooth skin, and encouraged by the calm and even breath of the other, he let his hand wander a bit lower, tracing a line along the toned chest, following the curve of the marked waist to reach the top the hip. Johnny didn't move an inch, his eyes hermetically closed. The temptation was incredibly strong and having felt how soft and enthralling the other was, Ace couldn't help but want more. His inner self was debating on the potential outcome of this. Should he wake the other up and try something ? Should he venture a kiss on those plump lips ? Or should he retreat to his room, get off by himself and sleep on this to forget this strange experience ?
As the tip of his fingers were still resting on the tempting hip, the floor creaked loudly in the house. Someone was walking on the wooden flooring towards the room. He jumped back in a second and confirmed that the hallway was clear before stepping into it. He closed the door softly just in time before a familiar silhouette turned around the corner. Gum was walking slowly in his pajamas, holding a glass of fresh milk, sipping occasionally from it. His hair was tousled and his eyes were small, as if he had managed to go to the kitchen without even bothering to open them.
“Ace ? What are you doing here ? I thought you had left for a few days...”
“Sssshhh. You're loud. Everyone is sleeping... I came back a minute ago. Go back to sleep, everything's alright.”
“Ah. Sure... Good night...”
The good thing with Gum was that you could make him buy anything as long as he had a glass of milk in his hand. It sometimes proved helpful. The sudden rise in tension had burst the dreamy bubble and Ace decided that this peculiar whim could definitely be forgotten with a good night and another beer. He checked Johnny's room was definitely closed and left for his own messy place, dreaming of those magnificent curves he had seen inside the bedroom. He told himself in a chuckle that he had found a great nickname for Johnny's bedroom. The Temptation Room.
****************
When morning came, Ace woke up to the sound of a happy chatter inside the club. It sounded like everyone was up already, having breakfast. Or maybe lunch.
The memories of the previous night had faded into something that felt like a wet dream with a strange Gum-and-milk interruption. Nothing bad enough to keep him from enjoying the good life anyway. He grabbed a pair of jeans and jumping into them, walked up to the noisy part of the house, where he was sure to find food and maybe a drink.
The guys were all sitting at the counter, chatting in small groups. When Ace entered the room, their committed bartender, namely Johnny, got up and grumbled.
“ 'Was about time you woke up. Take my seat and eat something, you look terrible.”
“Sure, Pretty. It's nice to see you so lovely from the morning.” He was flashing his largest smile to his interlocutor, thinking that the young man was for sure way more attractive when he shut up. But he couldn't prevent his eyes to scan the other, redrawing virtually the line he had followed with his hand a few hours before. From the large and curvy shoulder to the perfect torso revealed by a loose tank top, and the voluptuous hip imprisonned in skinny jeans that left nothing to imagination. He felt terribly disappointed when Johnny took a loose checkered shirt from the bar and covered himself with it. The night and its dreams were definitely over, locked behind a tacky piece of garment.
****************
The warehouse was supposedly empty when Mac had sent them in to get a briefcase that should have been on a table, right in the middle. It contained their pay for a recent work, or at least they thought, before Ace noticed that there wasn't any table in sight. The place was resonating with the sound of their leather shoes crushing pebbles of dust on the dirty floor. Four of them had stayed in the van, thinking that it would be a mere formality. Johnny cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, and taking three slow steps towards the centre of the building he declared :
“I guess we're late. Let's move, I don't like this.”
“Shouldn't we check the surroundings first ? Maybe it's hidden somewhere...” Arsenal sounded bitter but he did not want to undergo Mac's wrath. One bad news per day was enough.
“As you like. Let's...”
The well known noise of a firing gun interrupted his sentence, the whistle of the bullets filling the empty space in the most surprising way. Someone was targeting them from behing the metallic columns of the structure, a person they couldn't see but who had watched them since their arrival.
Johnny threw himself on the floor suddenly, protecting his head with his hands. Both of his friends ran to him, Arsenal emptying his guns loudly towards the attacker. Just when Ace thought it was over, a large and rough hand grabbed the back of Johnny's jacket to lift him from the floor just before his eyes. The other was dragged up by a giant, against whom he didn't stand a chance. The young man kicked and hit as he could, the gigantic hands closing their fingers on his neck. Everything happened so fast that Ace felt helpless for a split second, his fists clenching at a snail-like speed. But as soon as they were locked into position, his hands feeling as hard as iron once again, he jumped on the stranger and hit him without mercy, searching for the most vulnerable points he could damage. He hit more desperately every second, bewildered by the painful hissing coming from Johnny's mouth. The other was running out of air and his limbs were slowly giving up the fight he had led against his aggressor until then. The boxer's knuckles nearly exploded against the massive silhouette, leaving blood stains on the ennemy's garments that looked like an all new Rorschach test. He finally saw an opening and gathering his last forces, aimed at his target's nape, that he smashed in one powerful blow.
The giant fell dead on the floor, releasing his victim like a bag of laundry on the hard and cold concrete.
Attracted by the gun shots, the rest of their group came in running in the warehouse. They took care of the two of them, still lying on the floor as Arsenal wiped off the blood soiling his blade on a handkerchief.
“Fucking suits. Are we going to wear those every single time ? Definitely not convenient when blood is involved.”
“We keep the suits. Come and give a hand here instead of complaining, Johnny's not the lightest among us.” Said Jackie who was trying to lift the passed out man torso off the floor.
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The others had gone to find a doctor who wouldn't be too curious when Johnny eventually opened his eyes. They had left him on the sofa, guarded by the wounded Ace who was in charge of keeping an ear on his hectic breathing.
“Hey. How are you doing Hero ?” said the boxer with one of his mocking lopsided smiles.
“Great...” Johnny's voice was croaky and weak. He lifted his hand to his throat, running along the bruises that ran all around with the tip of his fingers. “How about you ?”
“Oh you know... the usual. I'll have to pass on the dishes for a while.” And he showed his hands to the other. His joints were cut opened and had profusely bled, leaving red threads on his forearms. He obviously couldn't close his hands or even move his fingers, as each movement drew a grimace of pain on his face.
“You're crazy... You shouldn't have done that...” Johnny sat up and took one of Ace's hands to have a look at the serious wounds.
“Oh. So I should have let you die to protect my oh-so-precious hands ?”
“Maybe I'm not worth that much pain.”
The boxer hissed loudly, as if hurt by the delicate fingers that ran over his bare flesh. Johnny looked up with his usual blasé expression. Ace was boiling with anger and his gaze piercing the other's orbs, he growled :
“Don't say that again. Ever. You hear me ? Idiot.”
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Aaaand I started a multi chapter again. Another AU, I hope you'll like this one, and that I'll be able to surprise you a bit ! I don't know how long this will be, the plot is expanding more and more every second in my head. Enjoy !