Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of happily ever after? - 2/3 - AoiXRuki
Title: Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of happily ever after?
Chapter: 2/3
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Theme: 004: Bold and Delicious - Ayumi @ 50stories
Rating: R / NC-17
Genre: AU, drama
Warnings: (failed) Attempt at humor, and as always, un-beta-ed mistakes.
Disclaimers: My infamous PSC-Take-Over plan goes into stage 2, where the infamous team plots an infamous kidnapping! Now if only they scheduled a tour to our city… *sighs*
Summary: In his line of job, Ruki had always believed that when a couple made an oath in the face of God to stay together, they were supposed stay together. After all, wasn’t that what ‘Until death do us part’ was all about? But then an overly glamorous drama queen came dragging her stunningly handsome husband into Ruki’s office; what would happen to Ruki’s belief then?
Comments: Sorry it took me a while. Lazy assed me just decided to… be lazy, most of the times XDDDD~ I hope you’re still as excited as you were after reading part 1. And here I present you: our poor consultant getting kidnapped! Read more, yay!
Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of
happily ever after?
== Chapter 2 ==
The receptionist man smiled at him and once he had his reservation confirmed, Ruki headed inside the rather exquisite looking restaurant, guided by a lanky-figured, blonde waiter who was dressed in black and white uniform. It wasn’t exactly a five-star but it was quite prestigious, and it was what he had chosen for a deluxe, lonesome Friday night dinner-they provided some nice private tables so Ruki thought he couldn’t have picked up a better place. The big test now was to march through the many sets of tables and chairs towards his table (which was, unfortunately, located on the far end of the room) without looking miserable enough-clearly he had come all alone, but he intended on not giving people the sight of a pitiful single man, thus he lifted his chin up high in the air and started strutting through the visible obstacle.
Sounds of clinking and clattering accompanied his walk and Ruki sighed disapprovingly; some people needed table-manner lesson and they needed it badly. He slipped his right hand out of his pocket and flicked the hair behind his neck, trying to ignore the sight of an excessively-sized woman who was busy digging into her plate of food in such a way that Ruki thought was simply barbaric. He wondered why the heck people around her hadn’t already become annoyed by the noises she was making, but then again, not everyone cared about tidiness the way Ruki did-him, a person who thought spilling coffee over his desk was a inexcusable crime; a person who worked out in the morning by doing a thorough cleaning of his apartment.
Passing under the impressively large chandelier Ruki focused his sight on the back of the waiter who was walking in front of him-the kid hunched a bit. Was it the height? Ruki quietly questioned; because for all he knew, most tall people hunched when they walked. Or probably it was some nutrition deficiency, and he almost pitied how skinny the kid looked. But then, despite the obvious lack of fat in the kid’s body, he definitely had style: the pale blonde color of his hair was quite intriguing, and Ruki took notes on the impressive way he had styled it, but most of all Ruki liked the way the kid walked. Wanted to look manly and roguish maybe, the kid’s legs formed almost a full ‘O’ when he walked-which then got Ruki thinking: despite the coolness of it all, had he ever survived carrying a tray of foods without tripping?
Apparently it was a forbidden word for Ruki to even think about; because then he tripped. There hadn’t been anything solid that he could’ve stumbled upon, nothing but thin air, but he tripped. He wobbled a couple of steps ahead and immediately felt the extreme fear of slipping down and crashing on the floor and, simultaneously, making a huge embarrassment of himself that would last him at least three lifetimes, but before he did, though, the blonde waiter caught him by his arms.
“Are you alright, Sir?” eyes were carefully inspecting Ruki from head to toe; but Ruki quickly straightened himself up just before he nodded and grinned nervously.
“I’m alright,” he said, faking a laugh, “I just slipped, I think…”
There goes an expensive suit-being worn for nothing. There was no helping for his clumsiness, now Ruki knew. He looked down sadly upon his black, thread-thin silver striped suit and recalled vaguely about the price that had been tagged on it when he came to buy it earlier this afternoon. It was a number that should’ve given him a motivation to struggle and become a little bit more reserved-thus become more fitting with such an elegant costume-but Ruki just never learned, did he? His dress shoes looked forlorn after that small incident and appeared as if they were sulking because Ruki had made them look stupid-along with himself, of course.
Thankfully, a minute later, Ruki had safely reached his goal and was now sitting on a chair at the table he had reserved, sighing in relief that there had been no further damage caused by his foolishness. The blonde waiter placed the menu on the table in front of him but Ruki told him to give him a bit of moment and that he’d call him once he was ready to order-however, he used to be very picky over the foods he ate, and normally, choosing something from the menu at a restaurant would take him forever. He would certainly feel very uncomfortable to have the waiter standing there, staring at him, all the while he was deciding on what he would order.
He took a deep breath-silently grateful about the nice spot he had picked for himself-and began flipping open the menu. Without so much as a second glance, he skipped the first dishes listed on the first page-the special menu and whatnots-and resolved on reading the second page, where the foods and their prices managed to make sense for Ruki personally. Yes, he liked to indulge himself and most of the times he had the resources to do that, but still, he couldn’t bear the thought of getting poor before it was even mid month. It horrified him a lot to imagine scraping through his fridge to find something to eat, and being unable to turn on the heater during such a season-he just simply couldn’t allow that ever occurring. He didn’t need an overly luxurious meal just because he needed a variation from the pitiful menu he had lived with everyday (lousy take-out, fast food delivery and various unhealthy instant foods); something western and something that didn’t need a long time to eat would be sufficient.
From the plenty choices Ruki had narrowed his favoritism into three dishes, but he was in the middle of making a decision when someone spoke, nearby.
“Excuse me, Sir,”
Ruki lifted his sight and there was the blonde waiter at the side of his table, smiling; in front of the waiter was a carriage, in which was loaded a bucket filled with ice cubes and a large bottle of champagne, and beside it was a tray, on top of the tray were a couple of clear glasses.
“Your champagne, Sir,” said the waiter while setting the glasses on Ruki’s table, and then continued with unplugging the champagne bottle.
“What? But I haven’t even made an order,” Ruki protested-and he was pretty sure, if he would ever drink tonight, he wasn’t ever going to order a very expensive bottle of champagne-exactly like that bottle there that the waiter was holding; something told Ruki that that liquor cost too much for his liking. Ruki wasn’t going to spend half of this month’s paycheck for something he didn’t even order.
“Someone else ordered it, Sir,” the waiter replied, and to Ruki’s horror he kept doing his work: now pouring the clear, yellowish liquid from the bottle into both glasses. And why the heck the waiter brought two glasses to serve Ruki, Ruki had no idea; wasn’t it obvious enough that he came alone? Even in the reservation that he made he had said that it was ‘a table for one’-this kid must have made a mistake and Ruki had to say something before he regretted it.
“He told me specifically to bring this to you… oh, and he also wanted me to hand you a message,” the waiter spoke again before Ruki managed a word out of his mouth, and having done setting the bottle back into the bucket, he reached into his vest pocket and retrieved a folded, white paper. He handed Ruki this paper, which Ruki took with mounting curiosity and confusion.
Without a second worth of hesitation, Ruki unfolded the paper and read the message written on it.
“Hello there, Consultant. Alone?”
It was almost scarily quick how the blood drained out from his head, and Ruki could just feel how his heart skipped a dozen beats. The waiter, in the mean time, seemed happy enough to make it all worse when he stepped aside, guiding Ruki’s sight towards a spot several tables away from him, and there, unmistakably, was the last man on earth that Ruki had expected to show up-here, of all places, and tonight, of all nights. A provoking smirk was adorning his lips and his eyes were gleaming with mischief; it was none other but the hottest client in history that Ruki had ever worked for.
The waiter leaned down once more and made Ruki’s heart stop beating permanently, when he said: “He said he’s going to join you soon, if that’s alright with you.”
===
Of course, Ruki’s heart didn’t stop beating permanently and there wasn’t a hearse outside the restaurant waiting to transport his body to a morgue somewhere, instead there was a shiny, jet-black Audy that was now on the move-and Ruki, currently sitting on the passenger’s seat, was wondering where the hell they were heading to. It was dark outside-they had left the big city behind at least ten minutes ago, Ruki presumed-and he hardly could see buildings or road signs that could give him hints of their whereabouts. Some kind of nauseas bubbled up in his stomach, but he wasn’t sure it was because of the alcohol he had consumed-it hadn’t been easy, no, but he had managed to keep himself sober-and it didn’t take him long to understand that it was fear. Fear or intimidated; either one he didn’t feel comfortable with.
Kilometers passed in the form of changing numbers on the speedometer and Ruki felt even more agitated, and yes, he was quite sorry about his lack of consideration; he shouldn’t have approved the offer so easily, and now he got himself in a situation he knew he would be having a hard time running away from-hard, because for sure his apartment would be miles away by now, and that wouldn’t be a distance he could run or walk otherwise he meant to bust his legs. He should’ve said something when it had been obvious they weren’t heading downtown-to his apartment, that he had been promised about-but oddly enough, Ruki hadn’t said a single objection up until now.
Voicelessly, he glanced aside to where the man who was driving the car-dark and handsome as always-was busy focusing his attention on the road. However frustrating the matter was, Ruki still found himself paying compliments towards the other man’s appearance. Ever since he saw Shiroyama Yuu walked towards his table, earlier in the restaurant, he hadn’t been able to take his sight off of the other man. Of course, Shiroyama’s good looks made it all the easier for him to stand out and dazzle just about every pair of eyes, but Ruki thought the man also possessed an admirable sense in combining the clothes that he wore and, although the man didn’t seem to prefer any other colors than black, he had it all mixed and matched perfectly on his body.
And then he felt the car sloping upward several degrees and Ruki realized that they were heading somewhere high. The road they were taking was spiraling, now that Ruki paid attention to how Shiroyama Yuu kept the steering wheel turning left. At least five minutes later the car slowed down and finally stopped, and from his window Ruki could see the faraway scenery that took form as a vast expanse of velvety black space, sprinkled with plentiful white dots-that should’ve been the big city and its bright lights, seen from the far heights.
“Where are we…?” Ruki felt as if he had only found his voice and been able to speak. The man he was asking the question to, though, was apt on giving nothing but a smirk-and Ruki was starting to believe that Shiroyama Yuu deliberately did that just to drive him crazy.
“Just come outside and enjoy the view with me,” said Shiroyama, the exact impersonation of a dark, mysterious and lethally dangerous demon in disguise-or at least, that was what Ruki thought of him.
The man stepped out of the car and walked entering the depth of the darkness that enveloped them, and if it wasn’t for the headlights that were kept on, Ruki wouldn’t have been able to see a thing except for the faraway blinking lights. Ruki stepped out of the car also, knowing that he hadn’t any other choice, and judging if, the sooner he did what Shiroyama wanted him to, then the sooner they’d finish this little rendezvous, and the sooner he could go home. Leaning against the front of the car, Shiroyama Yuu looked like a ghastly presence, complete with the smoke emitting from the cigarette that he had just lit. Ruki approached him-the man who had paid for, probably, one of the most expensive dinners Ruki had ever had in his life-and stood a little bit by his side (a good measure-as in, a little distance-would be safe, for now).
“What is this place, Shiroyama-san?” Ruki asked again, leaning his backside against the car; however confused he was, the sight was truly breathtaking. For him, who had never picked a fancier vacation than the local hot-spring inn or the confined little sanctuary he had made in his bedroom, it was a rare sight to see, and truthfully, it was overwhelming.
“I don’t know what the place is called, honestly,” his client answered (with that lazy tone that, Ruki had only learned, was just his trademark), “But I come here often when I need time for myself.”
From the white-speckled darkness in front of him, Ruki shifted his sight towards the man beside him, just in time to catch the view of him sucking in the toxic from the cigarette between his fingers. Another question swarmed Ruki’s head, as if there hadn’t been enough questions to make him confused and irritated: if this was such a personal space of his, why had Shiroyama Yuu brought him here? What privileges did Ruki possess that he was permitted to know this private little detail about his client?
Well, yes he knew many other private details about Shiroyama Yuu (like, the last time he had ever kissed his wife was two months ago, and even that was because he had been forced to in front of his mother-in-law), but those details were the kind of things that Ruki would normally ask those that were his clients. Ruki didn’t think he had the right to know about Shiroyama Yuu’s favorite foods, favorite place to hang out, or favorite songs that he liked to sing to. But somehow, at this very moment, Ruki had found out about most of those… During their unplanned-for dinner-for-two, they had shared more stories than Ruki had thought they would ever do. Shiroyama Yuu loved sweet-and-sour sauce for his lobster and Ruki, without even asking for it, knew that fact. Just like now he knew what Shiroyama Yuu wore to sleep (which was nothing on top and silk boxers on bottom) and such an intimate fact, Ruki thought, wasn’t really something he should’ve learned about from someone entitled as his client.
What was going on? And whatever it was, where was it heading to?
Ruki was freaked out beyond his belief and he wasn’t sure he liked how the tension in his chest was intensifying by the minute. It didn’t take a genius to tell him that he was attracted-hard, fast and beyond control-to Shiroyama Yuu, and in the name of his job, this kind of thing was improper. Being alone in the middle of nowhere and far away from the last shred of sanity, Ruki didn’t know if it was safe for him to be here, standing so close to the object of his attraction.
Shiroyama Yuu had finished his stick and was now stubbing it on the ground with his foot; Ruki was stirred up from his reverie (that was filled with Shiroyama Yuu’s face, inevitably) when his client suddenly spoke up: “Are you in someway attached, Matsumoto-san?”
Ruki frowned. “Attached how, do you mean?”
Even in the dark, Ruki could see Shiroyama’s eyes, piercing right through the narrow distance and straight into Ruki’s own. “I mean, do you have a girlfriend?” he asked again, “… or a boyfriend?”
Seconds seemed to tick between them when Ruki froze, shocked-at the very least-to realize what it was Shiroyama Yuu had just asked him about. “No,” Ruki answered a while after, unable to repress the awkward, nervous tone that came with his voice. “Why do you ask?”
A full frontal attack was what Ruki received as an answer, instead of a humane, decent sentence or two; without Ruki being given a proper notice, Shiroyama Yuu had moved so quickly that now he was hovering over him, pressing eagerly that Ruki nearly toppled onto the surface of the car. A hand gripped Ruki’s hip and the other took a hold of his jaw; Shiroyama Yuu’s lips were suddenly only millimeters away from his.
And then Ruki was given a verbal answer for his question-but it certainly wasn’t the answer he had ever expected.
“Because I think you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in a while,” said Shiroyama Yuu, his voice resembled a growl more than anything, “And ever since I met you, all I’ve wanted to do is to push you down on my bed and make love to you all… night… long…”
Articulated right against Ruki’s ear shell, the last bits of Shiroyama’s words reverberated inside Ruki’s skull like a ball gone mad inside a confined space, and that was really it. Ruki’s perseverance evaporated from the already thin surface it had come from, making everything break and here he was: grabbing his client by his shirt (Armani shirt, to be precise…) and pulling him flush against his own body, while his mouth making a less than gentle contact with the other’s mouth-and it felt like it was the best thing Ruki had ever experienced, the epic ending he had been living for.
Sometime ten minutes later or so, Ruki was panting hard, the smell of leather filling his nostrils; his nude backside slipped every now and then against the leather surface when he was being pushed and pulled up time and again, but Ruki couldn’t care less if it had been the rough dirt they had chosen to fall upon. Ruki could barely think about his expensive suit that was now dangling haphazardly on the opened car door-or about his shoes outside somewhere. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten to this place, or even his own name, once something as gorgeous as Shiroyama Yuu rubbed against him and drove into him quick and mercilessly. Funny, but even the way that they kissed, twisted and turned and ravished each other oh-so-lewdly on the car’s backseat was Ruki’s favorite method; as if Shiroyama Yuu had known him all along and they had been doing this forever.
There was supposed to be a scheduled appointment for the Shiroyama couple in three days from now. And whatever Ruki was supposed to do then… he had absolutely no idea.
- To be continued -
A/N:
· Because I’m cruel that way, that’s all the smut you get for now. XDDDD
· Don’t you just love infotainment? *insert sarcasm here*
· Why Audy? Because the car in Transporter looked hot and I thought Aoi would look damn sexy behind the wheels.
· I’ll love you if you comment *wink* XD
· Oh! And for any of you who could guess who the waiter is (not like I’m going to speak more of him, but what the heck XD), I’ll give you… well since I don’t have money, then a virtual hug should do naa~
My 50stories AoiXRuki project list is here
My other fanfics list is here
Chapter: 2/3
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Theme: 004: Bold and Delicious - Ayumi @ 50stories
Rating: R / NC-17
Genre: AU, drama
Warnings: (failed) Attempt at humor, and as always, un-beta-ed mistakes.
Disclaimers: My infamous PSC-Take-Over plan goes into stage 2, where the infamous team plots an infamous kidnapping! Now if only they scheduled a tour to our city… *sighs*
Summary: In his line of job, Ruki had always believed that when a couple made an oath in the face of God to stay together, they were supposed stay together. After all, wasn’t that what ‘Until death do us part’ was all about? But then an overly glamorous drama queen came dragging her stunningly handsome husband into Ruki’s office; what would happen to Ruki’s belief then?
Comments: Sorry it took me a while. Lazy assed me just decided to… be lazy, most of the times XDDDD~ I hope you’re still as excited as you were after reading part 1. And here I present you: our poor consultant getting kidnapped! Read more, yay!
Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of
happily ever after?
== Chapter 2 ==
The receptionist man smiled at him and once he had his reservation confirmed, Ruki headed inside the rather exquisite looking restaurant, guided by a lanky-figured, blonde waiter who was dressed in black and white uniform. It wasn’t exactly a five-star but it was quite prestigious, and it was what he had chosen for a deluxe, lonesome Friday night dinner-they provided some nice private tables so Ruki thought he couldn’t have picked up a better place. The big test now was to march through the many sets of tables and chairs towards his table (which was, unfortunately, located on the far end of the room) without looking miserable enough-clearly he had come all alone, but he intended on not giving people the sight of a pitiful single man, thus he lifted his chin up high in the air and started strutting through the visible obstacle.
Sounds of clinking and clattering accompanied his walk and Ruki sighed disapprovingly; some people needed table-manner lesson and they needed it badly. He slipped his right hand out of his pocket and flicked the hair behind his neck, trying to ignore the sight of an excessively-sized woman who was busy digging into her plate of food in such a way that Ruki thought was simply barbaric. He wondered why the heck people around her hadn’t already become annoyed by the noises she was making, but then again, not everyone cared about tidiness the way Ruki did-him, a person who thought spilling coffee over his desk was a inexcusable crime; a person who worked out in the morning by doing a thorough cleaning of his apartment.
Passing under the impressively large chandelier Ruki focused his sight on the back of the waiter who was walking in front of him-the kid hunched a bit. Was it the height? Ruki quietly questioned; because for all he knew, most tall people hunched when they walked. Or probably it was some nutrition deficiency, and he almost pitied how skinny the kid looked. But then, despite the obvious lack of fat in the kid’s body, he definitely had style: the pale blonde color of his hair was quite intriguing, and Ruki took notes on the impressive way he had styled it, but most of all Ruki liked the way the kid walked. Wanted to look manly and roguish maybe, the kid’s legs formed almost a full ‘O’ when he walked-which then got Ruki thinking: despite the coolness of it all, had he ever survived carrying a tray of foods without tripping?
Apparently it was a forbidden word for Ruki to even think about; because then he tripped. There hadn’t been anything solid that he could’ve stumbled upon, nothing but thin air, but he tripped. He wobbled a couple of steps ahead and immediately felt the extreme fear of slipping down and crashing on the floor and, simultaneously, making a huge embarrassment of himself that would last him at least three lifetimes, but before he did, though, the blonde waiter caught him by his arms.
“Are you alright, Sir?” eyes were carefully inspecting Ruki from head to toe; but Ruki quickly straightened himself up just before he nodded and grinned nervously.
“I’m alright,” he said, faking a laugh, “I just slipped, I think…”
There goes an expensive suit-being worn for nothing. There was no helping for his clumsiness, now Ruki knew. He looked down sadly upon his black, thread-thin silver striped suit and recalled vaguely about the price that had been tagged on it when he came to buy it earlier this afternoon. It was a number that should’ve given him a motivation to struggle and become a little bit more reserved-thus become more fitting with such an elegant costume-but Ruki just never learned, did he? His dress shoes looked forlorn after that small incident and appeared as if they were sulking because Ruki had made them look stupid-along with himself, of course.
Thankfully, a minute later, Ruki had safely reached his goal and was now sitting on a chair at the table he had reserved, sighing in relief that there had been no further damage caused by his foolishness. The blonde waiter placed the menu on the table in front of him but Ruki told him to give him a bit of moment and that he’d call him once he was ready to order-however, he used to be very picky over the foods he ate, and normally, choosing something from the menu at a restaurant would take him forever. He would certainly feel very uncomfortable to have the waiter standing there, staring at him, all the while he was deciding on what he would order.
He took a deep breath-silently grateful about the nice spot he had picked for himself-and began flipping open the menu. Without so much as a second glance, he skipped the first dishes listed on the first page-the special menu and whatnots-and resolved on reading the second page, where the foods and their prices managed to make sense for Ruki personally. Yes, he liked to indulge himself and most of the times he had the resources to do that, but still, he couldn’t bear the thought of getting poor before it was even mid month. It horrified him a lot to imagine scraping through his fridge to find something to eat, and being unable to turn on the heater during such a season-he just simply couldn’t allow that ever occurring. He didn’t need an overly luxurious meal just because he needed a variation from the pitiful menu he had lived with everyday (lousy take-out, fast food delivery and various unhealthy instant foods); something western and something that didn’t need a long time to eat would be sufficient.
From the plenty choices Ruki had narrowed his favoritism into three dishes, but he was in the middle of making a decision when someone spoke, nearby.
“Excuse me, Sir,”
Ruki lifted his sight and there was the blonde waiter at the side of his table, smiling; in front of the waiter was a carriage, in which was loaded a bucket filled with ice cubes and a large bottle of champagne, and beside it was a tray, on top of the tray were a couple of clear glasses.
“Your champagne, Sir,” said the waiter while setting the glasses on Ruki’s table, and then continued with unplugging the champagne bottle.
“What? But I haven’t even made an order,” Ruki protested-and he was pretty sure, if he would ever drink tonight, he wasn’t ever going to order a very expensive bottle of champagne-exactly like that bottle there that the waiter was holding; something told Ruki that that liquor cost too much for his liking. Ruki wasn’t going to spend half of this month’s paycheck for something he didn’t even order.
“Someone else ordered it, Sir,” the waiter replied, and to Ruki’s horror he kept doing his work: now pouring the clear, yellowish liquid from the bottle into both glasses. And why the heck the waiter brought two glasses to serve Ruki, Ruki had no idea; wasn’t it obvious enough that he came alone? Even in the reservation that he made he had said that it was ‘a table for one’-this kid must have made a mistake and Ruki had to say something before he regretted it.
“He told me specifically to bring this to you… oh, and he also wanted me to hand you a message,” the waiter spoke again before Ruki managed a word out of his mouth, and having done setting the bottle back into the bucket, he reached into his vest pocket and retrieved a folded, white paper. He handed Ruki this paper, which Ruki took with mounting curiosity and confusion.
Without a second worth of hesitation, Ruki unfolded the paper and read the message written on it.
“Hello there, Consultant. Alone?”
It was almost scarily quick how the blood drained out from his head, and Ruki could just feel how his heart skipped a dozen beats. The waiter, in the mean time, seemed happy enough to make it all worse when he stepped aside, guiding Ruki’s sight towards a spot several tables away from him, and there, unmistakably, was the last man on earth that Ruki had expected to show up-here, of all places, and tonight, of all nights. A provoking smirk was adorning his lips and his eyes were gleaming with mischief; it was none other but the hottest client in history that Ruki had ever worked for.
The waiter leaned down once more and made Ruki’s heart stop beating permanently, when he said: “He said he’s going to join you soon, if that’s alright with you.”
===
Of course, Ruki’s heart didn’t stop beating permanently and there wasn’t a hearse outside the restaurant waiting to transport his body to a morgue somewhere, instead there was a shiny, jet-black Audy that was now on the move-and Ruki, currently sitting on the passenger’s seat, was wondering where the hell they were heading to. It was dark outside-they had left the big city behind at least ten minutes ago, Ruki presumed-and he hardly could see buildings or road signs that could give him hints of their whereabouts. Some kind of nauseas bubbled up in his stomach, but he wasn’t sure it was because of the alcohol he had consumed-it hadn’t been easy, no, but he had managed to keep himself sober-and it didn’t take him long to understand that it was fear. Fear or intimidated; either one he didn’t feel comfortable with.
Kilometers passed in the form of changing numbers on the speedometer and Ruki felt even more agitated, and yes, he was quite sorry about his lack of consideration; he shouldn’t have approved the offer so easily, and now he got himself in a situation he knew he would be having a hard time running away from-hard, because for sure his apartment would be miles away by now, and that wouldn’t be a distance he could run or walk otherwise he meant to bust his legs. He should’ve said something when it had been obvious they weren’t heading downtown-to his apartment, that he had been promised about-but oddly enough, Ruki hadn’t said a single objection up until now.
Voicelessly, he glanced aside to where the man who was driving the car-dark and handsome as always-was busy focusing his attention on the road. However frustrating the matter was, Ruki still found himself paying compliments towards the other man’s appearance. Ever since he saw Shiroyama Yuu walked towards his table, earlier in the restaurant, he hadn’t been able to take his sight off of the other man. Of course, Shiroyama’s good looks made it all the easier for him to stand out and dazzle just about every pair of eyes, but Ruki thought the man also possessed an admirable sense in combining the clothes that he wore and, although the man didn’t seem to prefer any other colors than black, he had it all mixed and matched perfectly on his body.
And then he felt the car sloping upward several degrees and Ruki realized that they were heading somewhere high. The road they were taking was spiraling, now that Ruki paid attention to how Shiroyama Yuu kept the steering wheel turning left. At least five minutes later the car slowed down and finally stopped, and from his window Ruki could see the faraway scenery that took form as a vast expanse of velvety black space, sprinkled with plentiful white dots-that should’ve been the big city and its bright lights, seen from the far heights.
“Where are we…?” Ruki felt as if he had only found his voice and been able to speak. The man he was asking the question to, though, was apt on giving nothing but a smirk-and Ruki was starting to believe that Shiroyama Yuu deliberately did that just to drive him crazy.
“Just come outside and enjoy the view with me,” said Shiroyama, the exact impersonation of a dark, mysterious and lethally dangerous demon in disguise-or at least, that was what Ruki thought of him.
The man stepped out of the car and walked entering the depth of the darkness that enveloped them, and if it wasn’t for the headlights that were kept on, Ruki wouldn’t have been able to see a thing except for the faraway blinking lights. Ruki stepped out of the car also, knowing that he hadn’t any other choice, and judging if, the sooner he did what Shiroyama wanted him to, then the sooner they’d finish this little rendezvous, and the sooner he could go home. Leaning against the front of the car, Shiroyama Yuu looked like a ghastly presence, complete with the smoke emitting from the cigarette that he had just lit. Ruki approached him-the man who had paid for, probably, one of the most expensive dinners Ruki had ever had in his life-and stood a little bit by his side (a good measure-as in, a little distance-would be safe, for now).
“What is this place, Shiroyama-san?” Ruki asked again, leaning his backside against the car; however confused he was, the sight was truly breathtaking. For him, who had never picked a fancier vacation than the local hot-spring inn or the confined little sanctuary he had made in his bedroom, it was a rare sight to see, and truthfully, it was overwhelming.
“I don’t know what the place is called, honestly,” his client answered (with that lazy tone that, Ruki had only learned, was just his trademark), “But I come here often when I need time for myself.”
From the white-speckled darkness in front of him, Ruki shifted his sight towards the man beside him, just in time to catch the view of him sucking in the toxic from the cigarette between his fingers. Another question swarmed Ruki’s head, as if there hadn’t been enough questions to make him confused and irritated: if this was such a personal space of his, why had Shiroyama Yuu brought him here? What privileges did Ruki possess that he was permitted to know this private little detail about his client?
Well, yes he knew many other private details about Shiroyama Yuu (like, the last time he had ever kissed his wife was two months ago, and even that was because he had been forced to in front of his mother-in-law), but those details were the kind of things that Ruki would normally ask those that were his clients. Ruki didn’t think he had the right to know about Shiroyama Yuu’s favorite foods, favorite place to hang out, or favorite songs that he liked to sing to. But somehow, at this very moment, Ruki had found out about most of those… During their unplanned-for dinner-for-two, they had shared more stories than Ruki had thought they would ever do. Shiroyama Yuu loved sweet-and-sour sauce for his lobster and Ruki, without even asking for it, knew that fact. Just like now he knew what Shiroyama Yuu wore to sleep (which was nothing on top and silk boxers on bottom) and such an intimate fact, Ruki thought, wasn’t really something he should’ve learned about from someone entitled as his client.
What was going on? And whatever it was, where was it heading to?
Ruki was freaked out beyond his belief and he wasn’t sure he liked how the tension in his chest was intensifying by the minute. It didn’t take a genius to tell him that he was attracted-hard, fast and beyond control-to Shiroyama Yuu, and in the name of his job, this kind of thing was improper. Being alone in the middle of nowhere and far away from the last shred of sanity, Ruki didn’t know if it was safe for him to be here, standing so close to the object of his attraction.
Shiroyama Yuu had finished his stick and was now stubbing it on the ground with his foot; Ruki was stirred up from his reverie (that was filled with Shiroyama Yuu’s face, inevitably) when his client suddenly spoke up: “Are you in someway attached, Matsumoto-san?”
Ruki frowned. “Attached how, do you mean?”
Even in the dark, Ruki could see Shiroyama’s eyes, piercing right through the narrow distance and straight into Ruki’s own. “I mean, do you have a girlfriend?” he asked again, “… or a boyfriend?”
Seconds seemed to tick between them when Ruki froze, shocked-at the very least-to realize what it was Shiroyama Yuu had just asked him about. “No,” Ruki answered a while after, unable to repress the awkward, nervous tone that came with his voice. “Why do you ask?”
A full frontal attack was what Ruki received as an answer, instead of a humane, decent sentence or two; without Ruki being given a proper notice, Shiroyama Yuu had moved so quickly that now he was hovering over him, pressing eagerly that Ruki nearly toppled onto the surface of the car. A hand gripped Ruki’s hip and the other took a hold of his jaw; Shiroyama Yuu’s lips were suddenly only millimeters away from his.
And then Ruki was given a verbal answer for his question-but it certainly wasn’t the answer he had ever expected.
“Because I think you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in a while,” said Shiroyama Yuu, his voice resembled a growl more than anything, “And ever since I met you, all I’ve wanted to do is to push you down on my bed and make love to you all… night… long…”
Articulated right against Ruki’s ear shell, the last bits of Shiroyama’s words reverberated inside Ruki’s skull like a ball gone mad inside a confined space, and that was really it. Ruki’s perseverance evaporated from the already thin surface it had come from, making everything break and here he was: grabbing his client by his shirt (Armani shirt, to be precise…) and pulling him flush against his own body, while his mouth making a less than gentle contact with the other’s mouth-and it felt like it was the best thing Ruki had ever experienced, the epic ending he had been living for.
Sometime ten minutes later or so, Ruki was panting hard, the smell of leather filling his nostrils; his nude backside slipped every now and then against the leather surface when he was being pushed and pulled up time and again, but Ruki couldn’t care less if it had been the rough dirt they had chosen to fall upon. Ruki could barely think about his expensive suit that was now dangling haphazardly on the opened car door-or about his shoes outside somewhere. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten to this place, or even his own name, once something as gorgeous as Shiroyama Yuu rubbed against him and drove into him quick and mercilessly. Funny, but even the way that they kissed, twisted and turned and ravished each other oh-so-lewdly on the car’s backseat was Ruki’s favorite method; as if Shiroyama Yuu had known him all along and they had been doing this forever.
There was supposed to be a scheduled appointment for the Shiroyama couple in three days from now. And whatever Ruki was supposed to do then… he had absolutely no idea.
- To be continued -
A/N:
· Because I’m cruel that way, that’s all the smut you get for now. XDDDD
· Don’t you just love infotainment? *insert sarcasm here*
· Why Audy? Because the car in Transporter looked hot and I thought Aoi would look damn sexy behind the wheels.
· I’ll love you if you comment *wink* XD
· Oh! And for any of you who could guess who the waiter is (not like I’m going to speak more of him, but what the heck XD), I’ll give you… well since I don’t have money, then a virtual hug should do naa~
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