China Whites & Angel Dust: VI Ecstasy (Accelerate)
Title: China Whites & Angel Dust (6/?)
Author: Silicon
Pairings: Hakuei x Ruka (hinted/mentioned: Ni~Ya x Sakito, Ruka x Hitsugi, Yomi x Ruka)
Genre: Angst, AU, Yaoi, Fluff, Humor
Rating: NC-17 (smut ahead, you have been warned)
Summary: If Ruka cooks will all hell break loose? Is this the quiet before the storm?
Disclaimer: They're under my bed, but they're a bit busy right now....Ok, no not really. The only thing I own is this piece of literature, sadly.
Feedback: Addictive
Several weeks of the same senseless and mindless days had passed and Ruka could feel his resolve slowly deteriorating. However, he refused to allow it. He wanted it so bad, he knew that, but his stubborn side, the side that always won in the end, refused.
He craved to be wrong.
*****
When I ask myself why I’ve done the things I’ve done. Or when I ask myself why I never seem to learn from the things I’ve done. The answer is always the same. I don’t know, I really have no idea at all. For a while I used to blame the drugs…the PCP, the Fentanyl , the sex. But really, it was never exactly that. Of course it contributed a little, but never as much as one would expect, at least from me. But I can’t tell you the reason, even if I know the answer.
I’m actually surprised that Hakuei hasn’t kicked me out in the five days that have passed since the incident. You know, at the club. I think any sane person would have…but Hakuei has never been… sane. Such a funny word. Who’s to judge whether someone is or isn’t, anyway? Supposedly, even before the heroin, he was reckless and destructive. And now, after it all, he still favors erratic and strange idiosyncrasies... like his obsession with nattou and trying to find the perfect cosplayers.
Anyway, I’m straying again.
I’m shocked that Hakuei hasn’t dumped me outside with the rest of the trash, because obviously that’s where I belong. But he hasn’t, instead he has kept me here even with my ranting and raving, and the fact that I’ve probably made him relive a number of his past nightmares. As well as form new ones.
Of course I feel bad about having to remind him that he’s just as low as I am, and that things will never change, but I don’t care all that much. Guilt has been my only stable in life, the one thing that’s always been there for me…and I prefer it to some innovative way of living. Why should I adjust to a more optimistic outlook when I can live with the worst and most familiar? I don’t like change. I’m perfectly fine and dandy the way I am, even though everyone else says I really shouldn’t be.
Though, admittedly things have gotten out of hand.
I remember one particular instance when I made the poor junkie so upset over the truth that he started crying. I’ve never seen the man cry before, mind you. I never imagined that a man with the looks of Hakuei was even capable of tears, much less ones caused by me. I always assumed he had too much masculine pride. But I should have known that such things were just false façade. Just like that haughty and sluttly gimmick he puts on when he tries to get his way. And believe me, the man is no failure once he sets his mind to things. I had offered a sweet go in his king size bed, as oh, a form of apology. But that only seemed to irritate him further and he nearly beat the crap out of me in the attempt to get me away from him. Eventually I got tired of being a punching bag and went to my room to call Hitsugi. You know what that bastard said? He called me an asshole and demanded that I make amends with Hakuei, whether or not I had to grovel. Well, luckily I didn’t have to do the latter but it was awkward enough trying to apologize. And the shame didn’t end there, oh no. Later that night, a little girl in the form of my sister decided to scare the living hell out of me when I exited the shower. The look of utter disappointment she sported seemed awkward upon her features. Her face was simply too young to express let alone understand such heavy emotion. However, she was always more mature than I could ever hope to be. Though the look from her hurt as much as seeing Hakuei cry.
It was enough to want to beat myself up, to add to the bruises that already marred my body.
Though the nights Hakuei and I did get along…the nights where nothing mattered but this insatiable longing…were enough to make any junkie more than happy to give it up for once.
It’s after one of those particular nights that you’d find me now. Naked and spent, but loving every moment of being entangled in the arms of a longhaired God.
I twist a long strand of the dark brown and blonde stuff in my fingers and tug gently, though persistently enough to make him open his eyes in blurry confusion. Though the smile he gives me, dazed and tired as he is, makes me want to keep him here so we never have to move from this moment. He presses a soft kiss against my lips before nuzzling my shoulder.
“Too early,” a soft murmur.
I figured it would be difficult to wake him when Chisato called minutes beforehand to remind him that he had a conference today. How he expected me to have Hakuei arrive on time is beyond me. The singer is always scheduled last for a reason.
“C’mon love, you have a meeting today,” I remind him, though my hand continues to absently play with his hair. Furthermore, I don’t want him to go because it means I’d have to get up as well. He would never let me stay in the apatto alone. It really is too early. A glance at the clock confirms this statement. Six in the fucking morning.
“Crap,” he moans when it finally dawns upon him. I’m not sure exactly what it’s for, the meeting that is. Only that he had to announce some upcoming live at some expo in Texas. I would have laughed at his choice if I didn’t know he’s such an otaku at heart.
He shoves the covers off unceremoniously while he breaks from my embrace to run an irritated hand in tresses that stick out wildly. At least he didn’t have to do anything about his image; they just needed him to show up. Preferably on time.
“Ruka, I’m going to call Hitsugi and ask him to come over. I’d take you with me but I don’t think you want to stick around for, well, I don’t even know how long,” he casts over his shoulder as he enters the restroom.
“Ok,” was all I could really say. Being the child in a situation never did leave you with many options. True, he’s not much older than I am but it feels that way sometimes. Like now.
I snuggle into the warm covers once more, content with at least the fact that I could go back to sleep. I can hear the ringing of his keitai and his voice through the bathroom walls, muffled as it is. His laughter, that deep and raspy baritone full of joy. Like a child, and so easily amused.
Though my consciousness doesn’t stay with me for long, and besides, the temptation of peaceful slumber keeps whispering my name. When My eyelids begin to droop, I have to fight to stay awake because I at least wanted to say “goodbye”. Ok, so not only am I a kid, but I’m also a housewife. Being the drummer of Nightmare is only a side job. Yeah, if paparazzi ever read that sentence, my career as I know it would be over.
My heart speeds when I feel an added weight over me. Startled more than anything. Though I pretend to go right on sleeping, adding soft snoring sounds for emphasis. Instead of leaving me alone however, it seems to encourage him and he squeezes my cheeks and pulls so hard that my lips are forced into a straight line.
“Kawaii na!*” Hakuei coos, laughing at his own ridiculousness.
I snore louder and pretend to beat at him half-consciously.
“Wakie wakie Nono-chan,” he chuckles. Nono-chan? What the hell? I can’t conceal my own laughter this time so I flip him over to hover above him with what I assume is a big, goofy grin,
“Nono-chan?” I prod him in the chest with my index finger.
“Yeah, from the ‘no’ in ‘Kano’,” he shrugs as if it’s the simplest of logic.
“Oh God, just get out of here,” I roll my eyes in mock annoyance as I move off him. He snickers and I’m awed by this side of him. He’s cuter than Yomi can be, and that’s saying a lot. I lean up and kiss him lightly, gently. An embrace he eagerly deepens though it goes nowhere before he pulls back.
“Gotta go,” he smiles somewhat disappointedly as he rises and moves to where his two territorial kitties guard. He places a kiss on each of their heads before blowing a kiss at me with a flirtatious wink. Long lashes and all. In turn, I throw a pillow at him, causing his laughter to trail him long after he closes the bedroom door. I can’t help but smile to myself.
Yeah. I admit it. Guilty as charged.
I love Hakuei.
It’s not just minor infatuation. It’s not just extreme lust and desire. It’s not an addiction to the way he makes me feel. Although all of that isn’t bad in themselves.
But they weren’t as….substantial.
Maybe it’s only heart gas; because it’s not like I know how to love in the first place. I couldn’t even love my own damn sister enough.
I sigh as I throw myself on the pillows once more and shut my eyes. If it weren’t for my ranting mind this would have been one of the best mornings of my life.
All because of me. And the guilt feels so divine.
The next time I am woken, it is to something furry in my face nearly suffocating me and amused snickering, though not the same as Hakuei’s. I dart up to evade the strange sensation and instead wrap my arms around Chi-chi and Dragon, trying to at least get their fur out of my immediate vision.
As the fog, not to mention cat hair, clears from my eyes, I can make out the figure of Ikari Mitsuo, also known as Hitsugi. His blonde hair is slightly ruffled and his clothes look more like pajamas than something he would be caught outside the house in. It seems the guitarist jumped out of bed the moment Hakuei contacted him, and it wouldn’t be unlikely. He’s always been the type to rush to anyone’s rescue. The true hero. Upon closer inspection, they were pajamas and it only serves to prove my assumption. If everyone were more like him, the world would be full of rainbows and wholesome feelings. Well, perhaps that’s a bit unfair to say.
“Haven’t seen you in a while Kano-chan,” his tone is warm and motherly as a soft smile spreads across his features. Something about the familiarity in the way he calls my name makes me smile. He’s always played the part of the mother hen, and has always seemed content with that. For as long as I’ve known him it’s always been that way. He’s the type of guy that would hold your hair up when you worship the toilet God after a long night of toying with his disciples. Well, I suppose it beat the other roles of the band anyway. The hyperactive midget, the innocent tease, the big shot, and of course…the coked up junkie. Maybe for those reasons I have remained the closest to him.
“What ya staring at?” He cocks a brow at me and I shake my head, smiling.
“Nothing, just forget it. How have you been?” I pat a free spot on the bed next to me, although Dragon takes it as a cue to move forward, eliciting a chuckle from the pierced man.
“Oh shut up pincushion,” I glare mockingly, which only causes him to laugh harder.
“I’m so insulted!” Hitsugi flicks me off before taking the vacated spot next to me. He wraps his slender arm around me and I situate myself within that embrace. A stray hand lifts up to weave itself within my hair and I sigh in contentment. When it had been only Yomi and I, Hitsgui had always been my only source of comfort and peace, having resigned himself from our ways long before it was even a question on my “mind”. And I’ll never forget that. Maybe that’s why I’m so overprotective of him.
*****
When I wake for the third time this morning, I find Hitsugi curled around one of the many pillows on Hakuei’s bed and the two cats resting upon him. It seems that no matter where he is, or whose cats he’s by, the felines are always attracted to him. Maybe because he looks like one himself.
I prod him gently with my finger and he sneezes in response before mumbling something. Did I ever tell you I’m easily amused? I wait for him to wake up but when he doesn’t I poke him again.
That same reaction, the sneeze and mumble. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the snickers as I continue to poke him. Though he must have woken at some point between the prodding and laughter because when my finger moves towards him for probably the billionth time, he grabs my first and glares. My eyes widen comically at being caught and I half expect him to say or do something wicked in retribution. However, he only chuckles and calls me a brat, leaving me somewhat relieved. As only a child would feel.
Although it does take him a while to calm and stop saying things like “you should have seen your face!” and “I should scare you more often!” However, the flush in his face and the squint of his eyes find me not minding so much being the object of his amusement.
“So anyway, what do you want to do today?” he finally breaths.
“Dunno,” I shrug.
He rolls his eyes at me and bops me lightly on the temple, “You should do something nice for Hakuei.”
“But I do something nice for him every night!” I grin devilishly as he makes a mock-disgusted faces and shivers. I open my mouth to say more, but am cut off by his hand over my mouth. I lick his palm and he jumps back, flicking his hand as if it had touched something disturbing…like snot.
“No I mean…cook him a big meal or something.”
Me? Cooking? I’d burn down the house if I even got near a stove. Actually, I have come close to that before, which is why I didn’t refuse when Hakuei offered to cook our meals. Not that his cooking is bad or anything…well at least it wouldn’t be if he didn’t stick that damn nattou in almost everything he makes.
Try eating spaghetti and fermented beans and you’ll see what I mean.
“You’re fucking kidding me right?”
His face is perfectly straight, which worries me a little, “Nope, not at all.” Though I do notice the subtle hint of a smile.
“Do you remember the last time I tried cooking? The fucking microwave caught on fire!” I state, exasperated. It had taken the band a good five minutes to set the flames out, and by that time the entire back white wall became an ashen black. Although I suppose the fact that we were all drunk didn’t help matters either.
“That’s cause you set a metal plate in it. Not only that, Ni~Ya dumped his beer over it,” Hitsugi counters as he smiles widely at the memory of the bassist’s face when the wall had gone up in smoke. Ni~Ya had, of course, believed he was playing the part of the hero when in actuality he made things worse. He had been so shocked by the incident that he had started shaking and only Sakito could calm him down. Finally, Yomi being the only one surprisingly sober, grabbed the sink hose and set out the flame. If it hadn’t been for him, we would have probably all burned with the fire because my alarm never did work properly. I always forgot to put in new batteries.
“Yeah, well who’s to say I won’t make another stupid mistake?”
“Oh c’mon Ruka, live and learn.”
“Well if you want to die then fine!” I huff before throwing the blankets off my body and shrugging on the clothes that had been forgotten the night before. I march towards the kitchen in a flurry of cloth in my irritation. However, I think it just amuses him. In the least, it’s a good thing Hakuei’s fridge is always overstocked, or else I would have had to visit the supermarket and that prospect wasn’t so appealing. Why should I have to do something this ridiculous anyway? I figure it’s a good thing I used to cook with Yomi sometimes, or else I wouldn’t know where to begin. Moreover, Hitsgui’s a horrible teacher.
I hear soft footfalls behind, circling, then halting next to me. I look down to see Hitsugi, though not Hitsugi’s face.
Rather Yomi’s and I nearly gasp.
“What’s wrong?” the…person asks.
“N-nothing,” I lie as I blink repeatedly in attempt to clear my vision. Though it’s about as stubborn as I am and denies me my sanity. What the hell was going on? I make my way towards the fridge and start pulling out random things to make fried rice. I guess I take too long however, because I can feel the figure approaching and I nearly scream when it lightly touches my back.
“You don’t need that many items y’know?” it sounds amused.
I gulp before slowly turning towards him, ready to shut my eyes and run if reality wasn’t righted.
But I sigh in relief when I can finally see Hitsugi’s face once more. Yet it still leaves me with the question of what had triggered something like that in the first place.
“Are you okay Kano-chan? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” his eyes are painfully compassionate.
I shake my head as I smile wearily and move away from him.
That wasn’t the half of it.
*****
By the time we finish cooking the meal I am exhausted to say the least. I never knew cooking could take so much out of a person. But then again I’ve never attempted the task alone either. Hitsugi helped a little here and there, but it was only to correct what he believed were my errors.
I check the wall clock as I se the last plate, a small butterfish cooked in miso and sugar, among other things that he put in while I wasn’t looking, but ultimately made it taste better. Maybe they were things I’d rather not know about, too.
Hakuei should be coming home soon.
And he had better damn well appreciate what I’ve done for him…because Satoru Kano slaves away for no one. Not even if you’re 6’0”, tall, ridiculously sexy with a nice ass, and…
I think the exhaustion was getting to me.
There’s a knock on the door and my guess is that it’s the devil himself. Who else would be showing up anyway? Unless it’s my deceased mother come to tell me how lovely a housewife I make. I mean, I’m even wearing the pink frou frou apron. Don’t ask me why, Hitsugi said I look good in it. I give a final glance over the food left cooling on the table to make sure everything is in order before rushing to the door and throwing it open. I would have pounced too, but I still have too much decency.
“Ruka, why are you wearing my niece’s apron?” Hakuei gives me a questioning glance.
“T-this is your…?” I can’t even finish my sentence. I don’t think being found masturbating could be this embarrassing.
“Yeah,” he grins smugly though I can see the amusement lighting his features. He places two hands on my hips and pulls me close, “Though you look pretty cute in it too.”
Damnit, so this is why Hitsugi wanted me to wear it. I shoot him a look from across the room, only to find him near hysterics. Bastard has it coming!
“Oh shit,” I blush as I reach behind me to try to unknot the garment but he pushes my hands away. I try again, but again he hinders me.
“Hakuei?” I ask vexedly, but he shakes his head. I have to give him credit for being this energetic after a press conference. They always gave me headaches.
“It looks good, Nono-kun. So show me what you made,” he leaves no room for argument as he pulls me towards the table.
“Who’s to say that’s for you anyway, huh? Maybe you just barged in while we were eating,” I sulk.
“I don’t think you’d get dressed up, not to mention dressed, if it weren’t for me,” he states matter-of-factly. Maybe I am too easy to read. He places himself on the chair opposite of me as I slump into mine, my death glare never once lifting.
“Though the no clothes option is definitely appealing,” he smirks as he inspects the food.
I blush and choose to ignore that comment.
“Well I hate to interrupt you two love birds, but I’ve got to go home and tend to my cats,” Hitsugi finally breaks the tension with the excuse he always uses when he really had none. I had almost forgotten he was even there, Hakuei’s fault, not mine.
I stand to give him a departing hug before he waves to Hakuei, who smiles around a mouth stuffed with nattou and rice. Figures that would be the first thing he’d indulge in.
“Have fun,” Hitsugi gives me one of his sweetest smiles and I can’t help but smile back as I watch him walk towards the door, and wave once more while making his exit. Funny how he always knew how to elevate my mood, though I suppose that’s what happens when you’ve been friends with someone for about ten years. But then I met Hakuei, and I realized I still lacked things Hitsugi could never offer me, despite all his graces.
The rest of the meal is spent in relative silence, simply enjoying one another’s company and the food that didn’t taste too bad, despite Hakuei teasing me otherwise. I half wonder that if I could actually be sober and we continued to live together…would life be like this? If we’d always have these comforting moments where words were unnecessary, I wouldn’t mind it at all. It’s enough to make me happy just being around him. I don’t think I would need anything else besides him, if only I were a little different. Maybe I’m getting old.
At the end of the meal he helps me wash the dishes before leading me towards the couch where he flicks on the television and settles me into his arms. The stations are insignificant compared to the comfort I snuggle against as his hands trail lower, near my hips. Warning signs should have gone off when he presses against me just slightly, though remaining discreet. Nevertheless, they don’t because in my state of utter tranquility I’m barely conscious of any other intentions. At least not until slender fingers sneak along the hem of my jeans and I’m jolted into awareness.
I turn slightly to see him, an amused smirk spreading itself on my countenance. “Are you serious?”
Though the only thing I’m answered with is burning lips that leave me flushed. His tongue prods gently on my bottom lip, pleading for the entry he knew I would grant him. And I do, because I want him just as bad. I rotate my hips to brush gently over a very obvious bulge in leather pants and he growls into the kiss, muttering something that sounded akin to “fucking tease”. Hakuei hates not to be the one in control, but I know in this situation he was letting me toy with the prospect. Therefore, I abuse this rare opportunity even further by turning over in order to pin his hands above his head. Lips never parting, not even to breathe. My tongue flicks out to meet his own as I slowly lure the dominance from him. It’s not so much that I wanted him to control me, but bringing out that side of him is so much fun. He becomes more insistent in the kiss as oxygen becomes a myth in our shared world. However, instead of detaching himself from my restraints, he uses it to his advantage to pull me closer. His hips thrust up to cause a pleasurable degree of friction and I gasp in spite of myself.
“Bedroom.”
It wasn’t a question and I was damn pleased with the decision. I rise before offering my hand to him, which he accepts gladly. However, being the master of tricks, he again uses the chance to wrap his arm around my waist. He’s the possessive type, and I love every minute of it.
When we get to his room, he wastes no time in setting about to his goal of devouring me whole. Perhaps literally. I hoped literally. He doesn’t even close the door before I feel myself pinned against the wall and hands slowly pushing the hem of that degradable apron up. I reach behind me to untie it and he pulls it off me, perhaps a little disappointedly. I suppose he does have some strange kinks here and there. My black wife-beater is next, and like the apron, his movements are the least bit slow. Still, the rush is exhilarating and tempting. I raise my hands to push him back slightly and remove his white T-shirt, tracing the pads of my thumbs along his torso until I reach his nipple. He shrugs the garment off but halts halfway when I lean forward and place gentle kisses on the two finches imprinted there.
“You know, I might get a new one,” he whispers as he makes deft work of the buttons on my jeans.
“Yeah?” I ask as I continue to place soft kisses on his smooth skin. A wet trail over hard planes of strong muscle to dusky nipples.
“Yeah,” his breath hitches as I take one of the buds between my teeth, tongue flicking out as if to taste it, “Of you in that apron.”
I bite hard on his nipple and frown at him.
“I’m kidding!” he laughs at my attempt at gravity, though seems to break the humorous moment by dipping his fingers into the waistband of my boxers, teasing the head of my member.
I can’t help but shut my eyes and suck harder to retain the moan that threatens to escape as the surprise attack. I have to pause a moment before I can regain my composure and continue to teasing the bruised nipple. My eyes lock onto his lust-hazed ones and I can read the need slowly tainting his irises a smoldering black. It makes my pulse race knowing I put those emotions there, and that only I can make them burn even brighter. His hand dips lower and lower, to the point where my length is enveloped in his hand and I know it won’t be long until I’m utterly consumed by him. I trail to the other peak as my nails graze down his abdomen to the hem of his leathers, wanting desperately to tear them off and demand he take me. Nevertheless, I love to tease.
I slide the leather down his strong legs, his flushed arousal looking so damn tempting.
“I want you…in me,” I whisper as I trail kisses from his nipple, up to his torso. His hand leaves my cock to tangle itself in my hair, but I don’t mind. It’s about him tonight, and I want to adore him. My teeth bite along slender neck bones and ends at a pale ear to whisper, “Please.”
He closes his eyes and moans, a seductive smirk crossing his handsome face. My tongue teasingly darts out to trace over his lobe, lightly enough to leave him craving more. More touches, more passion, more moans, more everything. I mewl as his fingers brush over my erection one last time before he lifts me into his arms, my legs automatically wrapping themselves around him to secure the position. His lips clamp onto mine as he walks with careful steps towards the bed in attempt to balance a man of equal height in his arms. Teeth tear at velvet flesh as the kiss becomes hard, rough and demanding. However, it’s addicting, because It’s intense, and it’s harsh…yet so fucking good.
I nibble on his plush bottom lip as my hands knead his broad shoulders. If nothing else, drumming has at least given me certain strengths. He moans into the kiss as I work out the knots from his marred flesh the best I can given the arrangement. Unsurprisingly there’s quite a bit of tension there…he’s not only the master of tricks but also of disguises.
However, it doesn’t last long because instead of allowing me to continue pampering him, he sets me gently upon the bed. As though I’m a doll waiting to be played with. Perhaps I am.
“Wait just a moment,” he commands softly before going off. Probably to find condoms, lube, and hopefully cigarettes. It also provides an opportunity for me to situate myself on a bed that I’ve seemed to frequent more than the one he had given me on the first night. I cast away the pillows and slide off the comforter, knowing they would just be ruined in the end anyway. I then lay myself horizontally on the bed and prop my head on my hand, trying to put on my best “come hither” look.
When he returns after what seems like hours to a heated body in the dark making a fool of itself, he places the items on the side table. In a neat row as if such things were important. Well, as important as any memory I suppose.
He doesn’t even look at me and it makes me more impatient, intolerably, so I drag him towards me despite his hesitance at not having completed his task. What was more important here anyway?
I use the grip to push him on the bed and straddle his hips, so that I’m the one staring down into black eyes and he has no alternative other than to return the look.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper into his ear as one finger roams a beeline to the head of his cock, “all over.” With that my nail drags over his erection, causing flesh to rise.
Though I can’t say I wasn’t affected either.
“Do you want me Hakuei?” I groan. I want to desecrate him. This hesitant body that becomes such a slut when met with desire. I want to leave him craving me, even long after I’ve broken him. Yet, I want to take those pieces and make him whole once more. Help him truly live, if only for a moment. One single moment of pure existence.
“Fuck yes,” is the only throaty response I need before I lick the shell of his ear once more, sucking on the soft lobe and making him mewl. The sensual noises he makes is enough to drive me crazy, and it’s the second time this night that I have to regain my breath in order to continue towards my goal. A goal I have wanted to achieve all along…to memorize the map of his body on my tongue. I trail lower, to a slender neck and surprisingly delicate neck bones. Choosing areas to bite and suck until he groans in a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain. I know those marks will be there for a while, and it makes me want him even more, because he’s mine and I don’t want to hide that fact from anyone.
My path leads me down his torso as my fingers dance across his strong arms, tracing the decorations I have practically memorized. I bestow kisses upon the tongues of both birds before continuing to his nipples, the buds almost begging for more attention. I’m not the type to deny temptation, especially when it has Hakuei’s name on it. My right hand comes to claim his nipple as the other eases the death grip he has on the silky sheets in the attempt not to lose control.
Yet I’m looking for more than that.
My mouth trails its way to the other as I lick gently at first, causing him to mewl…to plead. I apply more pressure in turn and he gasps at the sensation. However, it only serves to cause a wave of arousal wash through my own form and I arch upwards instinctively. My hand leaves its ministrations to travel further down to his hip, where I trace lightly, purposefully avoiding the area that needs it the most. He pants and licks his lips eagerly expecting what would only be obvious. The disappointment that creases his face when I opt to graze over the twin sacks is almost amusing. So eager to be pleased, but I like this selfish side of him.
I trace lower, along planes of a taut stomach, as my tongue continues to worship a body that seems to be made of living marble. I leave bite marks across the hard flesh of his hips, loving the strength found there and the fact that somehow they are the same gorgeous tan tone as the rest of his body. The hand that had previously traced across his slim waist moves closer to a shaft already weeping for release. Though I won’t grant him that favor, at least not yet. I dip further to gently caress his balls once more, as at the same time, kisses find themselves further down his figure. He spreads his legs for me and thrusts upwards, trying to call attention to a specific part of his body. But I’m already aware of it; it’s difficult not to notice. But I purposefully make my way elsewhere, up each leg to end at the bend of knee and bite. His cries of frustration nearly make me drunk with sensual heat.
I wonder idly how he’s been able to retain himself all the while. I know if I was him, and he was me, I’d already be fucking him senseless by now. But I enjoy this, I enjoy seeing him writhe in pleasure and know I’m the one causing it. My hand slips higher to touch the base of his cock and his already closed eyes crease harder, his head lolling to the side. Pleased with this reaction, I touch him in the same manner and he bites his lip.
“Fucking Ruka, just let me…”I move over him to place my finger against his lips.
“Shh,” I console as a hand leaves his erection to direct one of his own into my mouth. I lick the calloused padding of his index finger and then the middle, before sucking them both into my mouth. Slowly, my tongue swirls around them as if I was giving a mock blowjob, and his groans are not lost upon me. I close my eyes as I allow sensation to overpower and can feel myself get harder, if that’s possible. My body trembles as I continue to suck on his fingers. Moving to the tips and back again, encouraging desperate moans from the back of his throat. The effects are so easily readable in the way that his hips plunge up occasionally for a friction that just isn’t there, or the tremors that shift recklessly beneath his soft skin. Even the way he consistently bites on his full lips until they became plump, bruised and abused.
Nevertheless, I guess it’s hardly surprising when he finally throws me on my side and restrains both of my hands above us with just one of his. I had it coming all along, didn’t I? His free hand trails lower, lightly touching but just barely. Setting every nerve, every fiber, on fire. They dance and flare over my sides as they reach the mound of my hip, to curve my ass, and…
I nearly yelp when I feel a finger, wet with my saliva, gently prodding for my entrance. I can feel it search for its destination and achingly slowly, enter me. Though he’s gentle and soft and perfect, reckless as we are.
“Hakuei,” I hiss as that foreboding pain slowly spikes its web through me.
“It’s okay,” he coos in my ear as one hand trails down to wrap around my cock. I whimper as another finger penetrates me, scissoring as he tries to prepare me for something much better.
Yet instead of more pain, I can only feel this exquisite friction he creates within my body as he times his pumps to his thrusts. I snake a hand around the base of his neck, beneath the long mane that is beginning to stick to his sweaty body. At the same time, my hips thrust down as his fingers continuously pierce me. Trying to find that trigger that would make me scream.
And upon the revelation, I do exactly that.
“Take me H-Hakuei,” I groan needily as my hand leaves its resting spot on his neck to grip his erection. Though I’m not surprised at my desperation, he always inspires such greed and lust within me.
He leans forward and nips sharply on my ear lobe, “Hasty, are we?”
My grip tightens almost painfully on his cock, “Just do it already.”
“Alright, alright,” even through this fire I can hear the sarcasm lacing his tone, and somehow, in whatever strange way, it only makes me want him more.
I can feel him shift behind me as his face comes close to mine to steal another breathless kiss. Another dizzying, stupefying kiss as addictive as any heroin. So utterly consuming I feel like I’m drowning in it. But it’s hard to wait while he’s busy preparing. Not when I can feel my flesh itch with an overload of sensations.
But then he’s moving…and fuck it feels so good. The way he controls my body, the way we blend together. I want it to last forever. His tongue pleads for entry and I acquiesce, capturing it with my own as they twirl and thrust in an effort to mimic our bodies. Two individual yet inseparable masses that collide together, only to separate and embrace once more. His hand continues to pump me as lips drink in each other’s moans and purrs, craving more of things that can be so toxic.
And I can’t say that this is anywhere near romance, but the primal heat and indulgence in unadulterated desire is far more seductive.
I’m not quite sure how or when he managed it, but he somehow got us in a position where I’m straddling him again, without once breaking contact. He props his weight on his hands as he leans up to kiss my collar bone. Teeth seeking to mar every inch of the area, though I’m given to the sharp pleasure and the hips that are slowly driving me to the brink. However, he doesn’t seem that far himself.
“Deeper,” I plead and he complies, our pelvises making the most erotic of sounds as he closes his eyes and tosses his head back, long hair flying in the most beautiful display. Dark lashes dust over lightly tanned skin, muscles clench and shiver, breathy pants elude from fully parted lips, and long du-tone hair clings to a body that screams femininity and masculinity, the best of both worlds. There has never been anything more voluptuous.
Though I have to keep from crying out when he relentlessly hits that spot in me, the spot that seals my fate.
My fingers dig into his flesh, as his thrusts grow more erratic, wilder, as if sense has left us to simply enjoy something that feels so right. His breath is ragged but I consume it all in another kiss. He wraps his arms around me tightly, his pulse racing…and I know he’s almost there. Almost at the edge of no return. But he doesn’t mind because he knows I’ll be there to catch him. All forgiving, and aching for the things only he can provide.
“Come for me,” I purr into his lips as I lick them, at the same time clenching my innermost muscles around him, “Scream my name.”
Ecstasy has never felt this good. Nor, has my name sounded so fucking sexy.
A/N: *“kawaii na” - “how cute!” because it sounds better in Japanese than it does if Hakuei were to say it in English…and a little bit more teasing too.
Author: Silicon
Pairings: Hakuei x Ruka (hinted/mentioned: Ni~Ya x Sakito, Ruka x Hitsugi, Yomi x Ruka)
Genre: Angst, AU, Yaoi, Fluff, Humor
Rating: NC-17 (smut ahead, you have been warned)
Summary: If Ruka cooks will all hell break loose? Is this the quiet before the storm?
Disclaimer: They're under my bed, but they're a bit busy right now....Ok, no not really. The only thing I own is this piece of literature, sadly.
Feedback: Addictive
Several weeks of the same senseless and mindless days had passed and Ruka could feel his resolve slowly deteriorating. However, he refused to allow it. He wanted it so bad, he knew that, but his stubborn side, the side that always won in the end, refused.
He craved to be wrong.
*****
When I ask myself why I’ve done the things I’ve done. Or when I ask myself why I never seem to learn from the things I’ve done. The answer is always the same. I don’t know, I really have no idea at all. For a while I used to blame the drugs…the PCP, the Fentanyl , the sex. But really, it was never exactly that. Of course it contributed a little, but never as much as one would expect, at least from me. But I can’t tell you the reason, even if I know the answer.
I’m actually surprised that Hakuei hasn’t kicked me out in the five days that have passed since the incident. You know, at the club. I think any sane person would have…but Hakuei has never been… sane. Such a funny word. Who’s to judge whether someone is or isn’t, anyway? Supposedly, even before the heroin, he was reckless and destructive. And now, after it all, he still favors erratic and strange idiosyncrasies... like his obsession with nattou and trying to find the perfect cosplayers.
Anyway, I’m straying again.
I’m shocked that Hakuei hasn’t dumped me outside with the rest of the trash, because obviously that’s where I belong. But he hasn’t, instead he has kept me here even with my ranting and raving, and the fact that I’ve probably made him relive a number of his past nightmares. As well as form new ones.
Of course I feel bad about having to remind him that he’s just as low as I am, and that things will never change, but I don’t care all that much. Guilt has been my only stable in life, the one thing that’s always been there for me…and I prefer it to some innovative way of living. Why should I adjust to a more optimistic outlook when I can live with the worst and most familiar? I don’t like change. I’m perfectly fine and dandy the way I am, even though everyone else says I really shouldn’t be.
Though, admittedly things have gotten out of hand.
I remember one particular instance when I made the poor junkie so upset over the truth that he started crying. I’ve never seen the man cry before, mind you. I never imagined that a man with the looks of Hakuei was even capable of tears, much less ones caused by me. I always assumed he had too much masculine pride. But I should have known that such things were just false façade. Just like that haughty and sluttly gimmick he puts on when he tries to get his way. And believe me, the man is no failure once he sets his mind to things. I had offered a sweet go in his king size bed, as oh, a form of apology. But that only seemed to irritate him further and he nearly beat the crap out of me in the attempt to get me away from him. Eventually I got tired of being a punching bag and went to my room to call Hitsugi. You know what that bastard said? He called me an asshole and demanded that I make amends with Hakuei, whether or not I had to grovel. Well, luckily I didn’t have to do the latter but it was awkward enough trying to apologize. And the shame didn’t end there, oh no. Later that night, a little girl in the form of my sister decided to scare the living hell out of me when I exited the shower. The look of utter disappointment she sported seemed awkward upon her features. Her face was simply too young to express let alone understand such heavy emotion. However, she was always more mature than I could ever hope to be. Though the look from her hurt as much as seeing Hakuei cry.
It was enough to want to beat myself up, to add to the bruises that already marred my body.
Though the nights Hakuei and I did get along…the nights where nothing mattered but this insatiable longing…were enough to make any junkie more than happy to give it up for once.
It’s after one of those particular nights that you’d find me now. Naked and spent, but loving every moment of being entangled in the arms of a longhaired God.
I twist a long strand of the dark brown and blonde stuff in my fingers and tug gently, though persistently enough to make him open his eyes in blurry confusion. Though the smile he gives me, dazed and tired as he is, makes me want to keep him here so we never have to move from this moment. He presses a soft kiss against my lips before nuzzling my shoulder.
“Too early,” a soft murmur.
I figured it would be difficult to wake him when Chisato called minutes beforehand to remind him that he had a conference today. How he expected me to have Hakuei arrive on time is beyond me. The singer is always scheduled last for a reason.
“C’mon love, you have a meeting today,” I remind him, though my hand continues to absently play with his hair. Furthermore, I don’t want him to go because it means I’d have to get up as well. He would never let me stay in the apatto alone. It really is too early. A glance at the clock confirms this statement. Six in the fucking morning.
“Crap,” he moans when it finally dawns upon him. I’m not sure exactly what it’s for, the meeting that is. Only that he had to announce some upcoming live at some expo in Texas. I would have laughed at his choice if I didn’t know he’s such an otaku at heart.
He shoves the covers off unceremoniously while he breaks from my embrace to run an irritated hand in tresses that stick out wildly. At least he didn’t have to do anything about his image; they just needed him to show up. Preferably on time.
“Ruka, I’m going to call Hitsugi and ask him to come over. I’d take you with me but I don’t think you want to stick around for, well, I don’t even know how long,” he casts over his shoulder as he enters the restroom.
“Ok,” was all I could really say. Being the child in a situation never did leave you with many options. True, he’s not much older than I am but it feels that way sometimes. Like now.
I snuggle into the warm covers once more, content with at least the fact that I could go back to sleep. I can hear the ringing of his keitai and his voice through the bathroom walls, muffled as it is. His laughter, that deep and raspy baritone full of joy. Like a child, and so easily amused.
Though my consciousness doesn’t stay with me for long, and besides, the temptation of peaceful slumber keeps whispering my name. When My eyelids begin to droop, I have to fight to stay awake because I at least wanted to say “goodbye”. Ok, so not only am I a kid, but I’m also a housewife. Being the drummer of Nightmare is only a side job. Yeah, if paparazzi ever read that sentence, my career as I know it would be over.
My heart speeds when I feel an added weight over me. Startled more than anything. Though I pretend to go right on sleeping, adding soft snoring sounds for emphasis. Instead of leaving me alone however, it seems to encourage him and he squeezes my cheeks and pulls so hard that my lips are forced into a straight line.
“Kawaii na!*” Hakuei coos, laughing at his own ridiculousness.
I snore louder and pretend to beat at him half-consciously.
“Wakie wakie Nono-chan,” he chuckles. Nono-chan? What the hell? I can’t conceal my own laughter this time so I flip him over to hover above him with what I assume is a big, goofy grin,
“Nono-chan?” I prod him in the chest with my index finger.
“Yeah, from the ‘no’ in ‘Kano’,” he shrugs as if it’s the simplest of logic.
“Oh God, just get out of here,” I roll my eyes in mock annoyance as I move off him. He snickers and I’m awed by this side of him. He’s cuter than Yomi can be, and that’s saying a lot. I lean up and kiss him lightly, gently. An embrace he eagerly deepens though it goes nowhere before he pulls back.
“Gotta go,” he smiles somewhat disappointedly as he rises and moves to where his two territorial kitties guard. He places a kiss on each of their heads before blowing a kiss at me with a flirtatious wink. Long lashes and all. In turn, I throw a pillow at him, causing his laughter to trail him long after he closes the bedroom door. I can’t help but smile to myself.
Yeah. I admit it. Guilty as charged.
I love Hakuei.
It’s not just minor infatuation. It’s not just extreme lust and desire. It’s not an addiction to the way he makes me feel. Although all of that isn’t bad in themselves.
But they weren’t as….substantial.
Maybe it’s only heart gas; because it’s not like I know how to love in the first place. I couldn’t even love my own damn sister enough.
I sigh as I throw myself on the pillows once more and shut my eyes. If it weren’t for my ranting mind this would have been one of the best mornings of my life.
All because of me. And the guilt feels so divine.
The next time I am woken, it is to something furry in my face nearly suffocating me and amused snickering, though not the same as Hakuei’s. I dart up to evade the strange sensation and instead wrap my arms around Chi-chi and Dragon, trying to at least get their fur out of my immediate vision.
As the fog, not to mention cat hair, clears from my eyes, I can make out the figure of Ikari Mitsuo, also known as Hitsugi. His blonde hair is slightly ruffled and his clothes look more like pajamas than something he would be caught outside the house in. It seems the guitarist jumped out of bed the moment Hakuei contacted him, and it wouldn’t be unlikely. He’s always been the type to rush to anyone’s rescue. The true hero. Upon closer inspection, they were pajamas and it only serves to prove my assumption. If everyone were more like him, the world would be full of rainbows and wholesome feelings. Well, perhaps that’s a bit unfair to say.
“Haven’t seen you in a while Kano-chan,” his tone is warm and motherly as a soft smile spreads across his features. Something about the familiarity in the way he calls my name makes me smile. He’s always played the part of the mother hen, and has always seemed content with that. For as long as I’ve known him it’s always been that way. He’s the type of guy that would hold your hair up when you worship the toilet God after a long night of toying with his disciples. Well, I suppose it beat the other roles of the band anyway. The hyperactive midget, the innocent tease, the big shot, and of course…the coked up junkie. Maybe for those reasons I have remained the closest to him.
“What ya staring at?” He cocks a brow at me and I shake my head, smiling.
“Nothing, just forget it. How have you been?” I pat a free spot on the bed next to me, although Dragon takes it as a cue to move forward, eliciting a chuckle from the pierced man.
“Oh shut up pincushion,” I glare mockingly, which only causes him to laugh harder.
“I’m so insulted!” Hitsugi flicks me off before taking the vacated spot next to me. He wraps his slender arm around me and I situate myself within that embrace. A stray hand lifts up to weave itself within my hair and I sigh in contentment. When it had been only Yomi and I, Hitsgui had always been my only source of comfort and peace, having resigned himself from our ways long before it was even a question on my “mind”. And I’ll never forget that. Maybe that’s why I’m so overprotective of him.
*****
When I wake for the third time this morning, I find Hitsugi curled around one of the many pillows on Hakuei’s bed and the two cats resting upon him. It seems that no matter where he is, or whose cats he’s by, the felines are always attracted to him. Maybe because he looks like one himself.
I prod him gently with my finger and he sneezes in response before mumbling something. Did I ever tell you I’m easily amused? I wait for him to wake up but when he doesn’t I poke him again.
That same reaction, the sneeze and mumble. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the snickers as I continue to poke him. Though he must have woken at some point between the prodding and laughter because when my finger moves towards him for probably the billionth time, he grabs my first and glares. My eyes widen comically at being caught and I half expect him to say or do something wicked in retribution. However, he only chuckles and calls me a brat, leaving me somewhat relieved. As only a child would feel.
Although it does take him a while to calm and stop saying things like “you should have seen your face!” and “I should scare you more often!” However, the flush in his face and the squint of his eyes find me not minding so much being the object of his amusement.
“So anyway, what do you want to do today?” he finally breaths.
“Dunno,” I shrug.
He rolls his eyes at me and bops me lightly on the temple, “You should do something nice for Hakuei.”
“But I do something nice for him every night!” I grin devilishly as he makes a mock-disgusted faces and shivers. I open my mouth to say more, but am cut off by his hand over my mouth. I lick his palm and he jumps back, flicking his hand as if it had touched something disturbing…like snot.
“No I mean…cook him a big meal or something.”
Me? Cooking? I’d burn down the house if I even got near a stove. Actually, I have come close to that before, which is why I didn’t refuse when Hakuei offered to cook our meals. Not that his cooking is bad or anything…well at least it wouldn’t be if he didn’t stick that damn nattou in almost everything he makes.
Try eating spaghetti and fermented beans and you’ll see what I mean.
“You’re fucking kidding me right?”
His face is perfectly straight, which worries me a little, “Nope, not at all.” Though I do notice the subtle hint of a smile.
“Do you remember the last time I tried cooking? The fucking microwave caught on fire!” I state, exasperated. It had taken the band a good five minutes to set the flames out, and by that time the entire back white wall became an ashen black. Although I suppose the fact that we were all drunk didn’t help matters either.
“That’s cause you set a metal plate in it. Not only that, Ni~Ya dumped his beer over it,” Hitsugi counters as he smiles widely at the memory of the bassist’s face when the wall had gone up in smoke. Ni~Ya had, of course, believed he was playing the part of the hero when in actuality he made things worse. He had been so shocked by the incident that he had started shaking and only Sakito could calm him down. Finally, Yomi being the only one surprisingly sober, grabbed the sink hose and set out the flame. If it hadn’t been for him, we would have probably all burned with the fire because my alarm never did work properly. I always forgot to put in new batteries.
“Yeah, well who’s to say I won’t make another stupid mistake?”
“Oh c’mon Ruka, live and learn.”
“Well if you want to die then fine!” I huff before throwing the blankets off my body and shrugging on the clothes that had been forgotten the night before. I march towards the kitchen in a flurry of cloth in my irritation. However, I think it just amuses him. In the least, it’s a good thing Hakuei’s fridge is always overstocked, or else I would have had to visit the supermarket and that prospect wasn’t so appealing. Why should I have to do something this ridiculous anyway? I figure it’s a good thing I used to cook with Yomi sometimes, or else I wouldn’t know where to begin. Moreover, Hitsgui’s a horrible teacher.
I hear soft footfalls behind, circling, then halting next to me. I look down to see Hitsugi, though not Hitsugi’s face.
Rather Yomi’s and I nearly gasp.
“What’s wrong?” the…person asks.
“N-nothing,” I lie as I blink repeatedly in attempt to clear my vision. Though it’s about as stubborn as I am and denies me my sanity. What the hell was going on? I make my way towards the fridge and start pulling out random things to make fried rice. I guess I take too long however, because I can feel the figure approaching and I nearly scream when it lightly touches my back.
“You don’t need that many items y’know?” it sounds amused.
I gulp before slowly turning towards him, ready to shut my eyes and run if reality wasn’t righted.
But I sigh in relief when I can finally see Hitsugi’s face once more. Yet it still leaves me with the question of what had triggered something like that in the first place.
“Are you okay Kano-chan? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” his eyes are painfully compassionate.
I shake my head as I smile wearily and move away from him.
That wasn’t the half of it.
*****
By the time we finish cooking the meal I am exhausted to say the least. I never knew cooking could take so much out of a person. But then again I’ve never attempted the task alone either. Hitsugi helped a little here and there, but it was only to correct what he believed were my errors.
I check the wall clock as I se the last plate, a small butterfish cooked in miso and sugar, among other things that he put in while I wasn’t looking, but ultimately made it taste better. Maybe they were things I’d rather not know about, too.
Hakuei should be coming home soon.
And he had better damn well appreciate what I’ve done for him…because Satoru Kano slaves away for no one. Not even if you’re 6’0”, tall, ridiculously sexy with a nice ass, and…
I think the exhaustion was getting to me.
There’s a knock on the door and my guess is that it’s the devil himself. Who else would be showing up anyway? Unless it’s my deceased mother come to tell me how lovely a housewife I make. I mean, I’m even wearing the pink frou frou apron. Don’t ask me why, Hitsugi said I look good in it. I give a final glance over the food left cooling on the table to make sure everything is in order before rushing to the door and throwing it open. I would have pounced too, but I still have too much decency.
“Ruka, why are you wearing my niece’s apron?” Hakuei gives me a questioning glance.
“T-this is your…?” I can’t even finish my sentence. I don’t think being found masturbating could be this embarrassing.
“Yeah,” he grins smugly though I can see the amusement lighting his features. He places two hands on my hips and pulls me close, “Though you look pretty cute in it too.”
Damnit, so this is why Hitsugi wanted me to wear it. I shoot him a look from across the room, only to find him near hysterics. Bastard has it coming!
“Oh shit,” I blush as I reach behind me to try to unknot the garment but he pushes my hands away. I try again, but again he hinders me.
“Hakuei?” I ask vexedly, but he shakes his head. I have to give him credit for being this energetic after a press conference. They always gave me headaches.
“It looks good, Nono-kun. So show me what you made,” he leaves no room for argument as he pulls me towards the table.
“Who’s to say that’s for you anyway, huh? Maybe you just barged in while we were eating,” I sulk.
“I don’t think you’d get dressed up, not to mention dressed, if it weren’t for me,” he states matter-of-factly. Maybe I am too easy to read. He places himself on the chair opposite of me as I slump into mine, my death glare never once lifting.
“Though the no clothes option is definitely appealing,” he smirks as he inspects the food.
I blush and choose to ignore that comment.
“Well I hate to interrupt you two love birds, but I’ve got to go home and tend to my cats,” Hitsugi finally breaks the tension with the excuse he always uses when he really had none. I had almost forgotten he was even there, Hakuei’s fault, not mine.
I stand to give him a departing hug before he waves to Hakuei, who smiles around a mouth stuffed with nattou and rice. Figures that would be the first thing he’d indulge in.
“Have fun,” Hitsugi gives me one of his sweetest smiles and I can’t help but smile back as I watch him walk towards the door, and wave once more while making his exit. Funny how he always knew how to elevate my mood, though I suppose that’s what happens when you’ve been friends with someone for about ten years. But then I met Hakuei, and I realized I still lacked things Hitsugi could never offer me, despite all his graces.
The rest of the meal is spent in relative silence, simply enjoying one another’s company and the food that didn’t taste too bad, despite Hakuei teasing me otherwise. I half wonder that if I could actually be sober and we continued to live together…would life be like this? If we’d always have these comforting moments where words were unnecessary, I wouldn’t mind it at all. It’s enough to make me happy just being around him. I don’t think I would need anything else besides him, if only I were a little different. Maybe I’m getting old.
At the end of the meal he helps me wash the dishes before leading me towards the couch where he flicks on the television and settles me into his arms. The stations are insignificant compared to the comfort I snuggle against as his hands trail lower, near my hips. Warning signs should have gone off when he presses against me just slightly, though remaining discreet. Nevertheless, they don’t because in my state of utter tranquility I’m barely conscious of any other intentions. At least not until slender fingers sneak along the hem of my jeans and I’m jolted into awareness.
I turn slightly to see him, an amused smirk spreading itself on my countenance. “Are you serious?”
Though the only thing I’m answered with is burning lips that leave me flushed. His tongue prods gently on my bottom lip, pleading for the entry he knew I would grant him. And I do, because I want him just as bad. I rotate my hips to brush gently over a very obvious bulge in leather pants and he growls into the kiss, muttering something that sounded akin to “fucking tease”. Hakuei hates not to be the one in control, but I know in this situation he was letting me toy with the prospect. Therefore, I abuse this rare opportunity even further by turning over in order to pin his hands above his head. Lips never parting, not even to breathe. My tongue flicks out to meet his own as I slowly lure the dominance from him. It’s not so much that I wanted him to control me, but bringing out that side of him is so much fun. He becomes more insistent in the kiss as oxygen becomes a myth in our shared world. However, instead of detaching himself from my restraints, he uses it to his advantage to pull me closer. His hips thrust up to cause a pleasurable degree of friction and I gasp in spite of myself.
“Bedroom.”
It wasn’t a question and I was damn pleased with the decision. I rise before offering my hand to him, which he accepts gladly. However, being the master of tricks, he again uses the chance to wrap his arm around my waist. He’s the possessive type, and I love every minute of it.
When we get to his room, he wastes no time in setting about to his goal of devouring me whole. Perhaps literally. I hoped literally. He doesn’t even close the door before I feel myself pinned against the wall and hands slowly pushing the hem of that degradable apron up. I reach behind me to untie it and he pulls it off me, perhaps a little disappointedly. I suppose he does have some strange kinks here and there. My black wife-beater is next, and like the apron, his movements are the least bit slow. Still, the rush is exhilarating and tempting. I raise my hands to push him back slightly and remove his white T-shirt, tracing the pads of my thumbs along his torso until I reach his nipple. He shrugs the garment off but halts halfway when I lean forward and place gentle kisses on the two finches imprinted there.
“You know, I might get a new one,” he whispers as he makes deft work of the buttons on my jeans.
“Yeah?” I ask as I continue to place soft kisses on his smooth skin. A wet trail over hard planes of strong muscle to dusky nipples.
“Yeah,” his breath hitches as I take one of the buds between my teeth, tongue flicking out as if to taste it, “Of you in that apron.”
I bite hard on his nipple and frown at him.
“I’m kidding!” he laughs at my attempt at gravity, though seems to break the humorous moment by dipping his fingers into the waistband of my boxers, teasing the head of my member.
I can’t help but shut my eyes and suck harder to retain the moan that threatens to escape as the surprise attack. I have to pause a moment before I can regain my composure and continue to teasing the bruised nipple. My eyes lock onto his lust-hazed ones and I can read the need slowly tainting his irises a smoldering black. It makes my pulse race knowing I put those emotions there, and that only I can make them burn even brighter. His hand dips lower and lower, to the point where my length is enveloped in his hand and I know it won’t be long until I’m utterly consumed by him. I trail to the other peak as my nails graze down his abdomen to the hem of his leathers, wanting desperately to tear them off and demand he take me. Nevertheless, I love to tease.
I slide the leather down his strong legs, his flushed arousal looking so damn tempting.
“I want you…in me,” I whisper as I trail kisses from his nipple, up to his torso. His hand leaves my cock to tangle itself in my hair, but I don’t mind. It’s about him tonight, and I want to adore him. My teeth bite along slender neck bones and ends at a pale ear to whisper, “Please.”
He closes his eyes and moans, a seductive smirk crossing his handsome face. My tongue teasingly darts out to trace over his lobe, lightly enough to leave him craving more. More touches, more passion, more moans, more everything. I mewl as his fingers brush over my erection one last time before he lifts me into his arms, my legs automatically wrapping themselves around him to secure the position. His lips clamp onto mine as he walks with careful steps towards the bed in attempt to balance a man of equal height in his arms. Teeth tear at velvet flesh as the kiss becomes hard, rough and demanding. However, it’s addicting, because It’s intense, and it’s harsh…yet so fucking good.
I nibble on his plush bottom lip as my hands knead his broad shoulders. If nothing else, drumming has at least given me certain strengths. He moans into the kiss as I work out the knots from his marred flesh the best I can given the arrangement. Unsurprisingly there’s quite a bit of tension there…he’s not only the master of tricks but also of disguises.
However, it doesn’t last long because instead of allowing me to continue pampering him, he sets me gently upon the bed. As though I’m a doll waiting to be played with. Perhaps I am.
“Wait just a moment,” he commands softly before going off. Probably to find condoms, lube, and hopefully cigarettes. It also provides an opportunity for me to situate myself on a bed that I’ve seemed to frequent more than the one he had given me on the first night. I cast away the pillows and slide off the comforter, knowing they would just be ruined in the end anyway. I then lay myself horizontally on the bed and prop my head on my hand, trying to put on my best “come hither” look.
When he returns after what seems like hours to a heated body in the dark making a fool of itself, he places the items on the side table. In a neat row as if such things were important. Well, as important as any memory I suppose.
He doesn’t even look at me and it makes me more impatient, intolerably, so I drag him towards me despite his hesitance at not having completed his task. What was more important here anyway?
I use the grip to push him on the bed and straddle his hips, so that I’m the one staring down into black eyes and he has no alternative other than to return the look.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper into his ear as one finger roams a beeline to the head of his cock, “all over.” With that my nail drags over his erection, causing flesh to rise.
Though I can’t say I wasn’t affected either.
“Do you want me Hakuei?” I groan. I want to desecrate him. This hesitant body that becomes such a slut when met with desire. I want to leave him craving me, even long after I’ve broken him. Yet, I want to take those pieces and make him whole once more. Help him truly live, if only for a moment. One single moment of pure existence.
“Fuck yes,” is the only throaty response I need before I lick the shell of his ear once more, sucking on the soft lobe and making him mewl. The sensual noises he makes is enough to drive me crazy, and it’s the second time this night that I have to regain my breath in order to continue towards my goal. A goal I have wanted to achieve all along…to memorize the map of his body on my tongue. I trail lower, to a slender neck and surprisingly delicate neck bones. Choosing areas to bite and suck until he groans in a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain. I know those marks will be there for a while, and it makes me want him even more, because he’s mine and I don’t want to hide that fact from anyone.
My path leads me down his torso as my fingers dance across his strong arms, tracing the decorations I have practically memorized. I bestow kisses upon the tongues of both birds before continuing to his nipples, the buds almost begging for more attention. I’m not the type to deny temptation, especially when it has Hakuei’s name on it. My right hand comes to claim his nipple as the other eases the death grip he has on the silky sheets in the attempt not to lose control.
Yet I’m looking for more than that.
My mouth trails its way to the other as I lick gently at first, causing him to mewl…to plead. I apply more pressure in turn and he gasps at the sensation. However, it only serves to cause a wave of arousal wash through my own form and I arch upwards instinctively. My hand leaves its ministrations to travel further down to his hip, where I trace lightly, purposefully avoiding the area that needs it the most. He pants and licks his lips eagerly expecting what would only be obvious. The disappointment that creases his face when I opt to graze over the twin sacks is almost amusing. So eager to be pleased, but I like this selfish side of him.
I trace lower, along planes of a taut stomach, as my tongue continues to worship a body that seems to be made of living marble. I leave bite marks across the hard flesh of his hips, loving the strength found there and the fact that somehow they are the same gorgeous tan tone as the rest of his body. The hand that had previously traced across his slim waist moves closer to a shaft already weeping for release. Though I won’t grant him that favor, at least not yet. I dip further to gently caress his balls once more, as at the same time, kisses find themselves further down his figure. He spreads his legs for me and thrusts upwards, trying to call attention to a specific part of his body. But I’m already aware of it; it’s difficult not to notice. But I purposefully make my way elsewhere, up each leg to end at the bend of knee and bite. His cries of frustration nearly make me drunk with sensual heat.
I wonder idly how he’s been able to retain himself all the while. I know if I was him, and he was me, I’d already be fucking him senseless by now. But I enjoy this, I enjoy seeing him writhe in pleasure and know I’m the one causing it. My hand slips higher to touch the base of his cock and his already closed eyes crease harder, his head lolling to the side. Pleased with this reaction, I touch him in the same manner and he bites his lip.
“Fucking Ruka, just let me…”I move over him to place my finger against his lips.
“Shh,” I console as a hand leaves his erection to direct one of his own into my mouth. I lick the calloused padding of his index finger and then the middle, before sucking them both into my mouth. Slowly, my tongue swirls around them as if I was giving a mock blowjob, and his groans are not lost upon me. I close my eyes as I allow sensation to overpower and can feel myself get harder, if that’s possible. My body trembles as I continue to suck on his fingers. Moving to the tips and back again, encouraging desperate moans from the back of his throat. The effects are so easily readable in the way that his hips plunge up occasionally for a friction that just isn’t there, or the tremors that shift recklessly beneath his soft skin. Even the way he consistently bites on his full lips until they became plump, bruised and abused.
Nevertheless, I guess it’s hardly surprising when he finally throws me on my side and restrains both of my hands above us with just one of his. I had it coming all along, didn’t I? His free hand trails lower, lightly touching but just barely. Setting every nerve, every fiber, on fire. They dance and flare over my sides as they reach the mound of my hip, to curve my ass, and…
I nearly yelp when I feel a finger, wet with my saliva, gently prodding for my entrance. I can feel it search for its destination and achingly slowly, enter me. Though he’s gentle and soft and perfect, reckless as we are.
“Hakuei,” I hiss as that foreboding pain slowly spikes its web through me.
“It’s okay,” he coos in my ear as one hand trails down to wrap around my cock. I whimper as another finger penetrates me, scissoring as he tries to prepare me for something much better.
Yet instead of more pain, I can only feel this exquisite friction he creates within my body as he times his pumps to his thrusts. I snake a hand around the base of his neck, beneath the long mane that is beginning to stick to his sweaty body. At the same time, my hips thrust down as his fingers continuously pierce me. Trying to find that trigger that would make me scream.
And upon the revelation, I do exactly that.
“Take me H-Hakuei,” I groan needily as my hand leaves its resting spot on his neck to grip his erection. Though I’m not surprised at my desperation, he always inspires such greed and lust within me.
He leans forward and nips sharply on my ear lobe, “Hasty, are we?”
My grip tightens almost painfully on his cock, “Just do it already.”
“Alright, alright,” even through this fire I can hear the sarcasm lacing his tone, and somehow, in whatever strange way, it only makes me want him more.
I can feel him shift behind me as his face comes close to mine to steal another breathless kiss. Another dizzying, stupefying kiss as addictive as any heroin. So utterly consuming I feel like I’m drowning in it. But it’s hard to wait while he’s busy preparing. Not when I can feel my flesh itch with an overload of sensations.
But then he’s moving…and fuck it feels so good. The way he controls my body, the way we blend together. I want it to last forever. His tongue pleads for entry and I acquiesce, capturing it with my own as they twirl and thrust in an effort to mimic our bodies. Two individual yet inseparable masses that collide together, only to separate and embrace once more. His hand continues to pump me as lips drink in each other’s moans and purrs, craving more of things that can be so toxic.
And I can’t say that this is anywhere near romance, but the primal heat and indulgence in unadulterated desire is far more seductive.
I’m not quite sure how or when he managed it, but he somehow got us in a position where I’m straddling him again, without once breaking contact. He props his weight on his hands as he leans up to kiss my collar bone. Teeth seeking to mar every inch of the area, though I’m given to the sharp pleasure and the hips that are slowly driving me to the brink. However, he doesn’t seem that far himself.
“Deeper,” I plead and he complies, our pelvises making the most erotic of sounds as he closes his eyes and tosses his head back, long hair flying in the most beautiful display. Dark lashes dust over lightly tanned skin, muscles clench and shiver, breathy pants elude from fully parted lips, and long du-tone hair clings to a body that screams femininity and masculinity, the best of both worlds. There has never been anything more voluptuous.
Though I have to keep from crying out when he relentlessly hits that spot in me, the spot that seals my fate.
My fingers dig into his flesh, as his thrusts grow more erratic, wilder, as if sense has left us to simply enjoy something that feels so right. His breath is ragged but I consume it all in another kiss. He wraps his arms around me tightly, his pulse racing…and I know he’s almost there. Almost at the edge of no return. But he doesn’t mind because he knows I’ll be there to catch him. All forgiving, and aching for the things only he can provide.
“Come for me,” I purr into his lips as I lick them, at the same time clenching my innermost muscles around him, “Scream my name.”
Ecstasy has never felt this good. Nor, has my name sounded so fucking sexy.
A/N: *“kawaii na” - “how cute!” because it sounds better in Japanese than it does if Hakuei were to say it in English…and a little bit more teasing too.