Bokki Satsu 4/??
Title: Bokki Satsu
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, smut, humor
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity
Chapter: 4/??
Synopsis: It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.
Comments: The whole story is in Aoi's P.O.V. I hate this chapter.. The next one will be better, I promise.
The couch is a very uncomfortable placed to sleep; especially Uruha’s couch. It seemed alright when I first sat on it, but sleeping was another story; his couch was hella lumpy and uncomfortable. I tossed and turned and even attempted to sleep sitting up but it still didn’t work. Leave it to Uruha to make me restless. I was his guest, correct? As a guest, shouldn’t I get the bed while he sleeps on the couch? Exactly, and that’s the exact reason I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I pulled myself off the couch and let the blankets fall to the ground because I really didn’t need them. It seemed completely rude for him to be in a large, warm, comfortable bed while I was stuck on the couch from Hell that kept trying to suck my soul out…so I decided it was only fair for him to share his bed with me, because there was no way that drama queen was going to move to the couch. Tip-toeing down the hallway as quietly as I possibly could (Which was pretty quiet, surprisingly), I glanced around his doorframe to see him fast asleep. Despite how adorable the scene was, I decided to ruin it because I was fucking tired and wanted to have a goodnight’s sleep for once; I hadn’t had proper sleep since I was at my home.
“Uruha~” I really did try to whisper soft enough that I didn’t scare the crap out of him, but it wasn’t working. I tried to take another approach and poked his cheek until it started to turn red; didn’t work. I even tried shaking his shoulders as hard as I could and it still didn’t wake him up! Attempting to wake up Sleeping Beauty was a lot harder than I thought, so I did the only thing I could think of at the time. Now, before you start thinking I did something stupid, let me clarify that you are indeed right. Call me stupid and you’re one hundred percent correct because even the biggest moron knew not to do what I did. Come on! I was tired and desperate for sleep, and seeing Uruha sleeping peacefully was making my eyelids heavier. Crawling on top of Uruha carefully and quietly, making sure I didn’t hurt him or anything, I straddled his hips because it seemed like a good idea; kissing him like in the movies seemed genius…getting punched in the face was an epic fail, but damn was he sexy when he opened his eyes wide and stared at me in disbelief.
“-the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled pushing me to the side and wiping his lips as if I had a disease or something. That hurt, Uruha, that hurt a lot. Who wouldn’t enjoy a kiss from me?! Who wouldn’t want to accept my kisses wholeheartedly and ask for another? Uruha, that’s who. Rude. Rude. RUDE!
“Wake up Princess~!” I laughed turning to my side long enough to get a good look at the way he rolled his eyes. Seemed to me he bit off more than he could chew, which is exactly why you don’t take home a weird, sex obsessed, stranger; it doesn’t matter how much of a sex god they are. I’d like to think I’m the best of them all, but you can argue and I’ll be glad to argue back.
“Why?” Uruha rubbed his eyes and yawned. Surprisingly he wasn’t yelling anymore, which was odd because I thought he had a lot of fun yelling at me for stupid things, and that was definitely stupid of me. Seeing as he didn’t look angry, I was pretty sure I could sucker him into letting me sleep with him for the night, and I was even going to try and be a good boy about it.
“The couch was uncomfortable~” I whined jutting out my bottom lip while my eyes got as big as they possibly could. For a moment I thought he was going to push me over the edge of the bed and tell me to fuck off, but he just shook his head and waited for me to continue. “Can I sleep with you tonight, please?” I was really trying to be polite, and I was because I didn’t just jump into his bed and fall asleep so he could find me in the morning; I asked like a good boy.
Uruha’s jaw tightened as he groaned and turned to his side facing away from me. “Keep your hands to yourself and I don’t care. I have to get up at six for work, so please, don’t keep me awake much longer unless you want a cranky master in the morning.” He yawned into his hand and pulled the blankets over his shoulder and cuddled into its’ warmth. SCORE! Okay, not really because I had to play good, but at least I got to share a bed with him for the night, and maybe if I was really good, he would let me continue to sleep with him. So not scoring but sharing a bed had to count for something, right? Don’t ruin my self-proclaimed victory with your dull stare; I had a plan up my sleeve, you’ll see. Trying to bed a Darklord was a lot harder than it seemed because Mr. Sexonlegs -that’s what people seemed to call him, ne?- wasn’t willing to give me his ass willingly. I had to win his ass fair and square.
The next morning I was up at 5:30 waiting for Uruha to get up. Hey, I was his guest and I demanded some damn breakfast; it was the nice thing for him to do. I was nice and didn’t molest him even though my hand kept trying to snake its’ way towards Uruha’s backside; Uruha could have been nice and gave me food. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit there for half and hour staring at him without touching him the slightest bit? Step one to making him believe I was overcoming my addiction was to keep my damn hands to myself for as long as possible. If he thought I was ‘recovering’ he wouldn’t be so cautious around me, right? That’s my brilliant plan: act like I was better! Pretty good idea, right? Only a great mastermind like me would be able to come up with something that good.
I sat cross-legged beside him and studied the way his lips parted as he breathed and how his chest rose and fell. Oh that sounds so gay of me. What’s next? Me ranting about his beauty and my undying love for him? I’m not going to get all corny and bask in him because he’s still the enemy at this point in the game, and my ego wasn’t going to allow it.
Uruha’s alarm clock went off exactly at six yet he didn’t wake up, so I took it upon myself to wake him up. Despite my great epic plan I knew was going to fail in the long run, I did what I thought would work. That’s right, I threw myself on him and planted a huge kiss on his lips and even went as far as to fist my hands in his hair. Did I get punched again?, I bet that’s what you’re wanting to know, ne? Nah, he only screamed like a little girl with a spider on her nose. It was such a lovely sight to see even though it was kind of hard for me to see it with the tears in my eyes that had formed from me laughing so hard. How in the hell did I amuse myself before I met him?
“Holy shit, Aoi, you scared the fuck out of me.” He muttered after he calmed down. I couldn’t help but smile like a dork at him only to have it fade a moment later when he pulled me down by the collar so we were face to face. I’ll admit I was starting to think about who would attend my funeral because it seemed as if I only knew how to do stupid things in his presence, and kissing him again was just plain retarded; surprisingly Uruha wasn’t trying to kill me, nor did he look mad. That jackass was smiling at me, and I wasn’t too dumb, I knew what that meant.
“It’s too early to plot revenge now but luckily for me I have to work all day. That should give me enough time, Aoi-chan.” Uruha laughed and pressed his lips against mine roughly. Yeah, you’re reading that right. Uruha kissed me that time. Say hello to my ego boost of doom. You’ll get to meet my ego later; you didn’t think you’ve already been introduced, do you?
“You know where everything is, right?” Uruha asked juggling a briefcase, an umbrella, and a piece of toast as he made his way towards the door. Mr. Darklord is a business man? Then shouldn’t his tie actually be tied around his neck instead of hanging there? “I’ll be back at seven so don’t worry about making anything for dinner because I’ll take care of it. Don’t go picking through all my personal belongings, no inviting your weird friends over, no leaving the house for anything; just sit there and watch TV until I get home.”
Really? He just wanted me to sit on my ass all day and watch mindless television programs for twelve hours until he got home? That sounded so boring, and I wasn’t going to sit on my ass for that long when there were so many things to do in another person’s house. Screw his little rules, I was going to do as I pleased.
“Shit.” He muttered dropping his briefcase and umbrella as he tried to put on his shoes. You would think a business man would be more put together than that, but apparently that’s not true because Uruha was dropping everything. The toast was hanging between his lips, his briefcase was lying on his right foot, the umbrella was by his left foot, and he was trying desperately to get his shoes on.
“You really should plan these things out before you leave.” I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel. “I’ll be a good boy for the day. Have fun at work, Darklord.” I waved over my shoulder and stalked off towards his bedroom where my clothes were. What? I thought it would make it feel more like my home if I kept my clothes in his room with his clothes. So sue me.
“Quit fucking calling me that!” He yelled with a grunt. Sorry, darling, but I cannot do that, because the moment I stop calling you by your actual name, I’ll end up letting my guard down. “Would it kill you to help me?!”
“Why do you need someone to help you? Don’t you do this every morning? Yes, you do, therefore I’m going to let you take care of that yourself while I got take a nice warm shower. Have fun at work, Uruha.” How fun could a business firm be anyways? At least that’s where I thought he worked. Should I be making up jobs for him because he really didn’t say he worked a law firm…I was just assuming, and probably assuming right.
I took my shower quickly after he left and was even nice enough to clean up the bedroom and the rest of the house; it needed to look nice for my guest of honor, ne? I know Uruha said not to let any of my weird friends over, but my friends weren’t weird by any sense of the word and I at least had to let them see where I would be staying for the time being. I picked up the phone and dialed my best friend’s number and waiting until he picked up, which took forever because he was always doing something he probably shouldn’t have been.
“Moshi moshi?” His voice filtered through the speaker and I inwardly squealed. Finally a voice I could trust and knew would help me out a bit, because it was very important that I had someone come and help me, right?
“Ruki!” I yelled over dramatically as if I hadn’t seen him in centuries. “Look, I need your help. I’m being held captive at Darklord Manor. No, I’m not trying to annoy you with another one of my stupid pranks. Seriously, look out your front window!” I stood on Uruha’s front porch and waved across the street with a large smile stretched across my face. Ruki face palmed himself and shook his head as he hung up.
“What are you doing in Uruha’s house?” He yelled across the street. Okay so this could go two ways: Ruki could help me do something life threatening, or he could turn around and be Uruha’s minion monkey. I was pretty confident he was on my side of things because I helped him find a boyfriend who wouldn’t yell at him for his OCSD: Obsessive Compulsive Shopping Disorder.
“It’s a long story. Just get over here, please~!” About three minutes later I had a dwarf standing in front of me with a raised eyebrow. Seriously, it took him three minutes to across a deserted street. I’m sorry, but no one should take that long walking across the street.
Before Ruki could get a word out, I grabbed his arm and drug him in the house and threw him on the couch. “You have to help me! I was innocently out at that one bar you always said I needed to conquer-”
“You said you needed to conquer it-”
“Shut up. Anyways, I was there and saw this really, really, REALLY, pretty dude, right? Well, said pretty dude is an evil bastard because…” I bit my bottom lip and sniffed a couple of times before speaking again, “because he took advantage of me and fucked me against my own car. I tried to get away from him but he had a really firm grip on my hips, so I just took it like a man. As if that wasn’t bad, he…took me to a sexual rehabilitation center and forced me to sign papers to get treatment. He left me there, Ruki! He fucking left me there and threatened me if I tried to call anymore to get me out. One night he came back even though visitors weren’t allowed, and he… took advantage of me again and demanded I stayed with him… You have to help me Ruki!”
See what I did there? A smart man knows not to admit to being the bad guy in a situation, and that is why I am brilliant. Unfortunately for me, Ruki knew me better than anyone else therefore he knew I was just trying to turn the tables on Uruha. I guess it didn’t help he knew Uru, huh?
“Whatever, Uruha wouldn’t do that sort of thing. He may be a weird guy, but he’s not going to take advantage of someone. Sounds like you took advantage of him and he damned you to stay with him until he could beat the sex right out of you.” Ruki leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. Note to self: get Kai next time. Kai was more likely to fall for things easier because Kai…well lets just say Kai is easy.
“Well fine, if you don’t want to help me escape, at least help me find my stuff.” I grumbled and plopped down next to him. I could deal with trying to escape on my own, but I couldn’t deal with the fact Uruha had my vibrators somewhere.
I don’t know how I ended up on my hands and knees under Ruki fifteen minutes later. Finding those vibrators lead to some of the most uncomfortable positions I had ever been in. Ruki’s not as light as he seems; having a midget standing on your back to reach a box in the back of the hall closet wasn’t very welcomed. My arms are longer than his, and I still think I should have stood on him to make things more fair….
“Got it!” Ruki leaped off my back with a box in his hands. Sweet victory! I knew calling Ruki would turn out to be a good idea because I got my toys back. I grabbed the box and plopped down on the floor. Throwing the lid off to the side, I shoved my hand in the box and grabbed all my vibrators with a giggle or two escaping.
“Oh, we’re going to have some fun with Mr. Takashima, dear vibrators. We’ll make him pay for separating us for that short, but too long, period of time.” Alright, darlings, the fun’s about to begin. Ha.
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, smut, humor
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity
Chapter: 4/??
Synopsis: It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.
Comments: The whole story is in Aoi's P.O.V. I hate this chapter.. The next one will be better, I promise.
The couch is a very uncomfortable placed to sleep; especially Uruha’s couch. It seemed alright when I first sat on it, but sleeping was another story; his couch was hella lumpy and uncomfortable. I tossed and turned and even attempted to sleep sitting up but it still didn’t work. Leave it to Uruha to make me restless. I was his guest, correct? As a guest, shouldn’t I get the bed while he sleeps on the couch? Exactly, and that’s the exact reason I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I pulled myself off the couch and let the blankets fall to the ground because I really didn’t need them. It seemed completely rude for him to be in a large, warm, comfortable bed while I was stuck on the couch from Hell that kept trying to suck my soul out…so I decided it was only fair for him to share his bed with me, because there was no way that drama queen was going to move to the couch. Tip-toeing down the hallway as quietly as I possibly could (Which was pretty quiet, surprisingly), I glanced around his doorframe to see him fast asleep. Despite how adorable the scene was, I decided to ruin it because I was fucking tired and wanted to have a goodnight’s sleep for once; I hadn’t had proper sleep since I was at my home.
“Uruha~” I really did try to whisper soft enough that I didn’t scare the crap out of him, but it wasn’t working. I tried to take another approach and poked his cheek until it started to turn red; didn’t work. I even tried shaking his shoulders as hard as I could and it still didn’t wake him up! Attempting to wake up Sleeping Beauty was a lot harder than I thought, so I did the only thing I could think of at the time. Now, before you start thinking I did something stupid, let me clarify that you are indeed right. Call me stupid and you’re one hundred percent correct because even the biggest moron knew not to do what I did. Come on! I was tired and desperate for sleep, and seeing Uruha sleeping peacefully was making my eyelids heavier. Crawling on top of Uruha carefully and quietly, making sure I didn’t hurt him or anything, I straddled his hips because it seemed like a good idea; kissing him like in the movies seemed genius…getting punched in the face was an epic fail, but damn was he sexy when he opened his eyes wide and stared at me in disbelief.
“-the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled pushing me to the side and wiping his lips as if I had a disease or something. That hurt, Uruha, that hurt a lot. Who wouldn’t enjoy a kiss from me?! Who wouldn’t want to accept my kisses wholeheartedly and ask for another? Uruha, that’s who. Rude. Rude. RUDE!
“Wake up Princess~!” I laughed turning to my side long enough to get a good look at the way he rolled his eyes. Seemed to me he bit off more than he could chew, which is exactly why you don’t take home a weird, sex obsessed, stranger; it doesn’t matter how much of a sex god they are. I’d like to think I’m the best of them all, but you can argue and I’ll be glad to argue back.
“Why?” Uruha rubbed his eyes and yawned. Surprisingly he wasn’t yelling anymore, which was odd because I thought he had a lot of fun yelling at me for stupid things, and that was definitely stupid of me. Seeing as he didn’t look angry, I was pretty sure I could sucker him into letting me sleep with him for the night, and I was even going to try and be a good boy about it.
“The couch was uncomfortable~” I whined jutting out my bottom lip while my eyes got as big as they possibly could. For a moment I thought he was going to push me over the edge of the bed and tell me to fuck off, but he just shook his head and waited for me to continue. “Can I sleep with you tonight, please?” I was really trying to be polite, and I was because I didn’t just jump into his bed and fall asleep so he could find me in the morning; I asked like a good boy.
Uruha’s jaw tightened as he groaned and turned to his side facing away from me. “Keep your hands to yourself and I don’t care. I have to get up at six for work, so please, don’t keep me awake much longer unless you want a cranky master in the morning.” He yawned into his hand and pulled the blankets over his shoulder and cuddled into its’ warmth. SCORE! Okay, not really because I had to play good, but at least I got to share a bed with him for the night, and maybe if I was really good, he would let me continue to sleep with him. So not scoring but sharing a bed had to count for something, right? Don’t ruin my self-proclaimed victory with your dull stare; I had a plan up my sleeve, you’ll see. Trying to bed a Darklord was a lot harder than it seemed because Mr. Sexonlegs -that’s what people seemed to call him, ne?- wasn’t willing to give me his ass willingly. I had to win his ass fair and square.
The next morning I was up at 5:30 waiting for Uruha to get up. Hey, I was his guest and I demanded some damn breakfast; it was the nice thing for him to do. I was nice and didn’t molest him even though my hand kept trying to snake its’ way towards Uruha’s backside; Uruha could have been nice and gave me food. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit there for half and hour staring at him without touching him the slightest bit? Step one to making him believe I was overcoming my addiction was to keep my damn hands to myself for as long as possible. If he thought I was ‘recovering’ he wouldn’t be so cautious around me, right? That’s my brilliant plan: act like I was better! Pretty good idea, right? Only a great mastermind like me would be able to come up with something that good.
I sat cross-legged beside him and studied the way his lips parted as he breathed and how his chest rose and fell. Oh that sounds so gay of me. What’s next? Me ranting about his beauty and my undying love for him? I’m not going to get all corny and bask in him because he’s still the enemy at this point in the game, and my ego wasn’t going to allow it.
Uruha’s alarm clock went off exactly at six yet he didn’t wake up, so I took it upon myself to wake him up. Despite my great epic plan I knew was going to fail in the long run, I did what I thought would work. That’s right, I threw myself on him and planted a huge kiss on his lips and even went as far as to fist my hands in his hair. Did I get punched again?, I bet that’s what you’re wanting to know, ne? Nah, he only screamed like a little girl with a spider on her nose. It was such a lovely sight to see even though it was kind of hard for me to see it with the tears in my eyes that had formed from me laughing so hard. How in the hell did I amuse myself before I met him?
“Holy shit, Aoi, you scared the fuck out of me.” He muttered after he calmed down. I couldn’t help but smile like a dork at him only to have it fade a moment later when he pulled me down by the collar so we were face to face. I’ll admit I was starting to think about who would attend my funeral because it seemed as if I only knew how to do stupid things in his presence, and kissing him again was just plain retarded; surprisingly Uruha wasn’t trying to kill me, nor did he look mad. That jackass was smiling at me, and I wasn’t too dumb, I knew what that meant.
“It’s too early to plot revenge now but luckily for me I have to work all day. That should give me enough time, Aoi-chan.” Uruha laughed and pressed his lips against mine roughly. Yeah, you’re reading that right. Uruha kissed me that time. Say hello to my ego boost of doom. You’ll get to meet my ego later; you didn’t think you’ve already been introduced, do you?
“You know where everything is, right?” Uruha asked juggling a briefcase, an umbrella, and a piece of toast as he made his way towards the door. Mr. Darklord is a business man? Then shouldn’t his tie actually be tied around his neck instead of hanging there? “I’ll be back at seven so don’t worry about making anything for dinner because I’ll take care of it. Don’t go picking through all my personal belongings, no inviting your weird friends over, no leaving the house for anything; just sit there and watch TV until I get home.”
Really? He just wanted me to sit on my ass all day and watch mindless television programs for twelve hours until he got home? That sounded so boring, and I wasn’t going to sit on my ass for that long when there were so many things to do in another person’s house. Screw his little rules, I was going to do as I pleased.
“Shit.” He muttered dropping his briefcase and umbrella as he tried to put on his shoes. You would think a business man would be more put together than that, but apparently that’s not true because Uruha was dropping everything. The toast was hanging between his lips, his briefcase was lying on his right foot, the umbrella was by his left foot, and he was trying desperately to get his shoes on.
“You really should plan these things out before you leave.” I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel. “I’ll be a good boy for the day. Have fun at work, Darklord.” I waved over my shoulder and stalked off towards his bedroom where my clothes were. What? I thought it would make it feel more like my home if I kept my clothes in his room with his clothes. So sue me.
“Quit fucking calling me that!” He yelled with a grunt. Sorry, darling, but I cannot do that, because the moment I stop calling you by your actual name, I’ll end up letting my guard down. “Would it kill you to help me?!”
“Why do you need someone to help you? Don’t you do this every morning? Yes, you do, therefore I’m going to let you take care of that yourself while I got take a nice warm shower. Have fun at work, Uruha.” How fun could a business firm be anyways? At least that’s where I thought he worked. Should I be making up jobs for him because he really didn’t say he worked a law firm…I was just assuming, and probably assuming right.
I took my shower quickly after he left and was even nice enough to clean up the bedroom and the rest of the house; it needed to look nice for my guest of honor, ne? I know Uruha said not to let any of my weird friends over, but my friends weren’t weird by any sense of the word and I at least had to let them see where I would be staying for the time being. I picked up the phone and dialed my best friend’s number and waiting until he picked up, which took forever because he was always doing something he probably shouldn’t have been.
“Moshi moshi?” His voice filtered through the speaker and I inwardly squealed. Finally a voice I could trust and knew would help me out a bit, because it was very important that I had someone come and help me, right?
“Ruki!” I yelled over dramatically as if I hadn’t seen him in centuries. “Look, I need your help. I’m being held captive at Darklord Manor. No, I’m not trying to annoy you with another one of my stupid pranks. Seriously, look out your front window!” I stood on Uruha’s front porch and waved across the street with a large smile stretched across my face. Ruki face palmed himself and shook his head as he hung up.
“What are you doing in Uruha’s house?” He yelled across the street. Okay so this could go two ways: Ruki could help me do something life threatening, or he could turn around and be Uruha’s minion monkey. I was pretty confident he was on my side of things because I helped him find a boyfriend who wouldn’t yell at him for his OCSD: Obsessive Compulsive Shopping Disorder.
“It’s a long story. Just get over here, please~!” About three minutes later I had a dwarf standing in front of me with a raised eyebrow. Seriously, it took him three minutes to across a deserted street. I’m sorry, but no one should take that long walking across the street.
Before Ruki could get a word out, I grabbed his arm and drug him in the house and threw him on the couch. “You have to help me! I was innocently out at that one bar you always said I needed to conquer-”
“You said you needed to conquer it-”
“Shut up. Anyways, I was there and saw this really, really, REALLY, pretty dude, right? Well, said pretty dude is an evil bastard because…” I bit my bottom lip and sniffed a couple of times before speaking again, “because he took advantage of me and fucked me against my own car. I tried to get away from him but he had a really firm grip on my hips, so I just took it like a man. As if that wasn’t bad, he…took me to a sexual rehabilitation center and forced me to sign papers to get treatment. He left me there, Ruki! He fucking left me there and threatened me if I tried to call anymore to get me out. One night he came back even though visitors weren’t allowed, and he… took advantage of me again and demanded I stayed with him… You have to help me Ruki!”
See what I did there? A smart man knows not to admit to being the bad guy in a situation, and that is why I am brilliant. Unfortunately for me, Ruki knew me better than anyone else therefore he knew I was just trying to turn the tables on Uruha. I guess it didn’t help he knew Uru, huh?
“Whatever, Uruha wouldn’t do that sort of thing. He may be a weird guy, but he’s not going to take advantage of someone. Sounds like you took advantage of him and he damned you to stay with him until he could beat the sex right out of you.” Ruki leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. Note to self: get Kai next time. Kai was more likely to fall for things easier because Kai…well lets just say Kai is easy.
“Well fine, if you don’t want to help me escape, at least help me find my stuff.” I grumbled and plopped down next to him. I could deal with trying to escape on my own, but I couldn’t deal with the fact Uruha had my vibrators somewhere.
I don’t know how I ended up on my hands and knees under Ruki fifteen minutes later. Finding those vibrators lead to some of the most uncomfortable positions I had ever been in. Ruki’s not as light as he seems; having a midget standing on your back to reach a box in the back of the hall closet wasn’t very welcomed. My arms are longer than his, and I still think I should have stood on him to make things more fair….
“Got it!” Ruki leaped off my back with a box in his hands. Sweet victory! I knew calling Ruki would turn out to be a good idea because I got my toys back. I grabbed the box and plopped down on the floor. Throwing the lid off to the side, I shoved my hand in the box and grabbed all my vibrators with a giggle or two escaping.
“Oh, we’re going to have some fun with Mr. Takashima, dear vibrators. We’ll make him pay for separating us for that short, but too long, period of time.” Alright, darlings, the fun’s about to begin. Ha.