[FIC] - King of all Bitches - PG-13 - various Jrockers - Oneshot
Title: King of all Bitches
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, crack
Pairings Characters: Kiyoharu, Ruki, Byou and various bitches JRockers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: For those who know that Byou and Ruki aren't each other lookalikes, rather Kiyoharu fanboys just like me.
Rainchaser's Archive
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Once upon a time... last week, maybe, there was King Kiyoharu hosting a ball for his two dear sons Prince Ruki and Prince Byou. The two boys had grown to be stoutly men, chain smoking like daddy, draping themselves over the throne like daddy and, of course, bitches were on their knees for them just like for daddy.
So there they were, Kiyoharu lazily seated on his throne, Ruki to his left, Byou to his right on two slightly smaller thrones, each of them smoking and leisurely drinking champagne, jewelery blinking, servants in short shorts fanning them with over sized peacock feather fans.
"Why do we have to do this again?" Prince Byou asked, ashing into a silver, diamond crusted ashtray.
"Because I want to see my dear sons getting married and living happily ever after." The King explained, eying the crowd beneath them suspiciously.
"Just shut up, brother, you can pick whatever bitch you like." Ruki growled and rolled his eyes.
"Exactly." Kiyoharu petted his younger son's hand. "Now, tell me, is there someone you like?"
There was silence fore a while as eyes roamed the men chatting, eating, drinking and even dancing in the ball room of the castle.
"Good gods!" Byou pointed at a rather short men. "Why is he wearing nothing but a red slip?"
Ruki chuckled. "At least he had the decency to attach his number to it, let's see." He picked up the book which held every name from the guest list. "Yomi, it is, singer living in the city center."
"Why is he on the guest list?" Byou asked, cocking one brow at his father.
"He's fun." Kiyoharu nodded. "And he brought along number 15."
"Sakito, guitarist, song writer and model." Ruki read and scanned the room. "Wow."
"Wow indeed." Byou said, leaning forward in his seat. "He is gorgeous. Who is he talking too?"
"Let's see... 29, Uruha, owner of a high class host club with the finest wine and champagne." He looked up at his brother, taking a deep drag from his cigarette. "He brought some of his employees."
"Tell me about it." Byou said, now interested for real.
"Numbers 30 to 34." He moved his finger to those numbers. "Reno, Aoi - oh, those two are dancing together, sexy - Saga and Shou."
"Those two chatting like love birds over there?" Byou pointed the glimmering end of his cancer stick at the two young men sharing a small table, drowning in each other's eyes.
"They just came for the fun of the event." Kiyoharu explained. "Don't even try, they are head over heals."
"How sweet." Byou rolled his eyes and moved his glance away from the couple. "Wait." He scooted forward in his throne. "Ruki, who is number 8? The guy drinking Red Bull over there with more of that stuff in his purse?"
"Kazuki."
As soon as that name left Ruki's lips Byou was already clinging to the armrest of his father's throne. "Dad, please, I want him!"
"Isn't he too cute for your usual taste?"
"Shut up, Ruki," The older son growled. "He's fucking sexy, look at him!"
"Ruki, son, it's your brother's choice which bitch young man he chooses to get to know better." Kiyoharu said calmly, ending with a drag on his cigarette.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and slumped a little deeper into his throne. "I'm just saying he should look around a little more before settling for one guy."
"Servant." Kiyoharu snapped his fingers once.
A young lady appeared, bowing deep. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Escort number eight to Prince Byou's chambers in about an hour and prepare everything needed."
She bowed again and left, gathering helpers on her way out.
"If you fuck and dump him I'll make sure you'll stay very loyal to your hand for a while, son." The King said, not even looking at his offspring.
"I'll try, okay?" Byou couldn't take his eyes of Kazuki - oh, look at that smile!
"What about you, Ruki? Spotted someone fancy already?" The king asked.
"They are all the same to me. Look at them. You've got the easy-on-the-eye ones with their short shorts and garter and pierced belly button or those who are trying too hard to look like a man, despite the hideous amount of make up, like that blond fauxhawk idiot over there with that stupid rag across his nose." He took an angry drag of nicotine. "And of course there is Aki, as usual, flirting with those you invited for us to chose from. Why isn't anyone kicking him out? Good gods, he already has his tongue down someone's throat and is groping someone else's crotch." The young prince rolled his eyes.
"Looks like we have someone bold tonight." Byou said, nodding in the direction of a young man approaching their thrones.
"Good evening my Lord." The man said, bowing deep. "My name is Mao."
"Nice to meet you, which one of my sons brings you here?" Kiyoharu smiled at Mao.
"None, my Lord. It's you I'm interested in." He blushed. Hard.
Byou snorted, mumbling that he's sorry, while Ruki looked expectantly at his father.
"I'm flattered," He sat straight up, "but this evening isn't about me, it's about my two boys." He gestured at each of them.
"I know, my Lord, but aren't you a tad lonely? Your spouse passed away so many years ago, isn't it time to move on?" Mao gulped. He knew it was too much.
"Move on to you, you say?" He couldn't deny that he impressed and additional to that Mao was quite attractive.
"I- I-" He didn't know what to say. He had gone too far, he should have known-
"Servant." Again he snapped his fingers. "Bring this gentleman to my quarters, make sure to grant him every wish whatsoever, I'll join him as soon as the festivities are over."
"Yes, my Lord." She bowed. "Follow me, sir."
They watched how Mao was escorted, walking awkwardly.
"What's with you guys picking the cute ones today?" Ruki asked, slightly irritated.
"What's with you being so bitchy today?" Byou retorted.
The King laughed heartfully. "At least try, son, just once."
Prince Ruki huffed and glared down at the guests mingling and chatting and being the same as every year. He leaned his head on one hand and smoked languidly, eyes each and every man. To him, this was all fake, all fraud and most of all a waste of time.
He picked up his ninth cigarette of the night yet, as he was about to light it, it dropped from his lips. He actually spotted someone.
"Dad, you're an idiot." Ruki growled.
"Watch you mouth, brother." Byou growled back.
Kiyoharu raised his hand, signaling Byou to shut up. "Why is that, dear?"
"You didn't invite him as a guest." He pointed at a table that was served a fresh bottle of champagne by a brightly smiling waiter.
"Who?"
"The waiter. I want him." He fished for another cigarette.
"But Ruki, he isn't of wealth nor class." The King tried, earning an angry huff in return.
"I don't give a toss." He stuck his ring finger between his lips. "I want to lick his dimple."
Both men laughed. The king petted his arm. "As you wish, he shall be in your quarters soon."
Fingers snapped, the servant did as she was told.
None of the royal family spent the night alone that day, each of them had picked a mate.
Prince Byou found that Kazuki (he had the urge to call him muffin for odd reasons) lived up to his expectations and thus they succumbed to the carnal pleasures all night.
The king quite enjoyed Mao's company, his sweetness, and as the younger relaxed around him, he discovered a feline smugness.
Prince Ruki had to realize that Kai, which was the waiter's name, wasn't fake. Rather feisty. He was demanding respect, a real date before anything would happen at all and thus they had Ruki's royal doggy Koron taken for a walk, chatting, smiling, picturing a better world as fingers entwined at the pond of the vast palace garden.
Shall they all live happily ever after.
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Beta'ed by dearest lhunuial.
This was overdue, really.
Now, tell me, little_with27, what's the line written especially for you?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, crack
Pairings Characters: Kiyoharu, Ruki, Byou and various bitches JRockers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: For those who know that Byou and Ruki aren't each other lookalikes, rather Kiyoharu fanboys just like me.
Rainchaser's Archive
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Once upon a time... last week, maybe, there was King Kiyoharu hosting a ball for his two dear sons Prince Ruki and Prince Byou. The two boys had grown to be stoutly men, chain smoking like daddy, draping themselves over the throne like daddy and, of course, bitches were on their knees for them just like for daddy.
So there they were, Kiyoharu lazily seated on his throne, Ruki to his left, Byou to his right on two slightly smaller thrones, each of them smoking and leisurely drinking champagne, jewelery blinking, servants in short shorts fanning them with over sized peacock feather fans.
"Why do we have to do this again?" Prince Byou asked, ashing into a silver, diamond crusted ashtray.
"Because I want to see my dear sons getting married and living happily ever after." The King explained, eying the crowd beneath them suspiciously.
"Just shut up, brother, you can pick whatever bitch you like." Ruki growled and rolled his eyes.
"Exactly." Kiyoharu petted his younger son's hand. "Now, tell me, is there someone you like?"
There was silence fore a while as eyes roamed the men chatting, eating, drinking and even dancing in the ball room of the castle.
"Good gods!" Byou pointed at a rather short men. "Why is he wearing nothing but a red slip?"
Ruki chuckled. "At least he had the decency to attach his number to it, let's see." He picked up the book which held every name from the guest list. "Yomi, it is, singer living in the city center."
"Why is he on the guest list?" Byou asked, cocking one brow at his father.
"He's fun." Kiyoharu nodded. "And he brought along number 15."
"Sakito, guitarist, song writer and model." Ruki read and scanned the room. "Wow."
"Wow indeed." Byou said, leaning forward in his seat. "He is gorgeous. Who is he talking too?"
"Let's see... 29, Uruha, owner of a high class host club with the finest wine and champagne." He looked up at his brother, taking a deep drag from his cigarette. "He brought some of his employees."
"Tell me about it." Byou said, now interested for real.
"Numbers 30 to 34." He moved his finger to those numbers. "Reno, Aoi - oh, those two are dancing together, sexy - Saga and Shou."
"Those two chatting like love birds over there?" Byou pointed the glimmering end of his cancer stick at the two young men sharing a small table, drowning in each other's eyes.
"They just came for the fun of the event." Kiyoharu explained. "Don't even try, they are head over heals."
"How sweet." Byou rolled his eyes and moved his glance away from the couple. "Wait." He scooted forward in his throne. "Ruki, who is number 8? The guy drinking Red Bull over there with more of that stuff in his purse?"
"Kazuki."
As soon as that name left Ruki's lips Byou was already clinging to the armrest of his father's throne. "Dad, please, I want him!"
"Isn't he too cute for your usual taste?"
"Shut up, Ruki," The older son growled. "He's fucking sexy, look at him!"
"Ruki, son, it's your brother's choice which bitch young man he chooses to get to know better." Kiyoharu said calmly, ending with a drag on his cigarette.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and slumped a little deeper into his throne. "I'm just saying he should look around a little more before settling for one guy."
"Servant." Kiyoharu snapped his fingers once.
A young lady appeared, bowing deep. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Escort number eight to Prince Byou's chambers in about an hour and prepare everything needed."
She bowed again and left, gathering helpers on her way out.
"If you fuck and dump him I'll make sure you'll stay very loyal to your hand for a while, son." The King said, not even looking at his offspring.
"I'll try, okay?" Byou couldn't take his eyes of Kazuki - oh, look at that smile!
"What about you, Ruki? Spotted someone fancy already?" The king asked.
"They are all the same to me. Look at them. You've got the easy-on-the-eye ones with their short shorts and garter and pierced belly button or those who are trying too hard to look like a man, despite the hideous amount of make up, like that blond fauxhawk idiot over there with that stupid rag across his nose." He took an angry drag of nicotine. "And of course there is Aki, as usual, flirting with those you invited for us to chose from. Why isn't anyone kicking him out? Good gods, he already has his tongue down someone's throat and is groping someone else's crotch." The young prince rolled his eyes.
"Looks like we have someone bold tonight." Byou said, nodding in the direction of a young man approaching their thrones.
"Good evening my Lord." The man said, bowing deep. "My name is Mao."
"Nice to meet you, which one of my sons brings you here?" Kiyoharu smiled at Mao.
"None, my Lord. It's you I'm interested in." He blushed. Hard.
Byou snorted, mumbling that he's sorry, while Ruki looked expectantly at his father.
"I'm flattered," He sat straight up, "but this evening isn't about me, it's about my two boys." He gestured at each of them.
"I know, my Lord, but aren't you a tad lonely? Your spouse passed away so many years ago, isn't it time to move on?" Mao gulped. He knew it was too much.
"Move on to you, you say?" He couldn't deny that he impressed and additional to that Mao was quite attractive.
"I- I-" He didn't know what to say. He had gone too far, he should have known-
"Servant." Again he snapped his fingers. "Bring this gentleman to my quarters, make sure to grant him every wish whatsoever, I'll join him as soon as the festivities are over."
"Yes, my Lord." She bowed. "Follow me, sir."
They watched how Mao was escorted, walking awkwardly.
"What's with you guys picking the cute ones today?" Ruki asked, slightly irritated.
"What's with you being so bitchy today?" Byou retorted.
The King laughed heartfully. "At least try, son, just once."
Prince Ruki huffed and glared down at the guests mingling and chatting and being the same as every year. He leaned his head on one hand and smoked languidly, eyes each and every man. To him, this was all fake, all fraud and most of all a waste of time.
He picked up his ninth cigarette of the night yet, as he was about to light it, it dropped from his lips. He actually spotted someone.
"Dad, you're an idiot." Ruki growled.
"Watch you mouth, brother." Byou growled back.
Kiyoharu raised his hand, signaling Byou to shut up. "Why is that, dear?"
"You didn't invite him as a guest." He pointed at a table that was served a fresh bottle of champagne by a brightly smiling waiter.
"Who?"
"The waiter. I want him." He fished for another cigarette.
"But Ruki, he isn't of wealth nor class." The King tried, earning an angry huff in return.
"I don't give a toss." He stuck his ring finger between his lips. "I want to lick his dimple."
Both men laughed. The king petted his arm. "As you wish, he shall be in your quarters soon."
Fingers snapped, the servant did as she was told.
None of the royal family spent the night alone that day, each of them had picked a mate.
Prince Byou found that Kazuki (he had the urge to call him muffin for odd reasons) lived up to his expectations and thus they succumbed to the carnal pleasures all night.
The king quite enjoyed Mao's company, his sweetness, and as the younger relaxed around him, he discovered a feline smugness.
Prince Ruki had to realize that Kai, which was the waiter's name, wasn't fake. Rather feisty. He was demanding respect, a real date before anything would happen at all and thus they had Ruki's royal doggy Koron taken for a walk, chatting, smiling, picturing a better world as fingers entwined at the pond of the vast palace garden.
Shall they all live happily ever after.
__________________________________
Beta'ed by dearest lhunuial.
This was overdue, really.
Now, tell me, little_with27, what's the line written especially for you?