fic & drabble: Drunk & Pool Trick
HOMG HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY TOSHIMASA HARA
Are you really 30 years old with that kind of face?? Omg, such a lie XD
All in all, please, please, continue on doing whatever you like, playing whatever music you wanted. Continue to be yourself, and and we'll just love you the way you are. Please know that we are all here to support you, no matter what. Including braces, if you're happy with it.
And now, to celebrate, this year I've made several things =D
Fandom: Dir~en~grey
Title: Drunk
Genre: Fluff, Sweet, little Sap
Author/Artist: bl4ckm4lice
Theme: #25. Maillot ; paradox
Pairing/Characters: Kaoru Niikura/Toshimasa Hara (rps), Die
Rating: PG for language
Word count: 465
Disclaimer: not mine yet xp
Bl4ckm4lice’s notes: A little drabble where Kaoru couldn't help himself with drunk Toshiya. Thanks to tenshinoitami1 for the beta!
“Kaoru,” Toshiya muttered weakly as he leaned into the sink, feeling worn out after such long and torturing process of throwing up, “You do remember my request, right?”
The leader, who stood behind him and caressed his back in the attempt to ease the misery, answered with guilt, “Not to fuck you when you’re drunk.”
“Why?”
“Because you have the worst hangover and feel nauseated and don’t need another pain in ass, literally.”
Toshiya felt another wave of nausea coming up and he retched again, but nothing came out. He didn’t ate much last night. He breathed heavily, wiping the side of his mouth, “Correct. Now, how many times have I told you that?”
“Many times.” Kaoru looked down, knowing the wrong he had done.
“And why couldn’t you fulfill such small request?”
“That’s not a small one, actually. If only you could see your own expression-.” His intention to defend himself was cut off when he caught the disapproving glare given to him. “Sorry.”
After another empty retch, Toshiya felt his legs giving up and he slid down to the floor, only supported by Kaoru’s hands who led him to sit slowly. But then, as his bottom met the floor, he widened his eyes and let out a yelp of pain, “Oh fuck! How many times did we do it last night?”
“Four.” Kaoru mumbled unwillingly.
“That explains.”
“Sorry.”
***
“He begged me!” Kaoru stated loudly.
Die, who had been dragged by Kaoru to another session of friend-talks, responded suitably, “Right.”
“He begged me to touch him, to fuck him, to do it again and again, harder and deeper and faster, and in the morning, he blame me again!” Kaoru snorted.
“Ouch.” He already heard this thing thousands of times from Kaoru. The leader just never learns.
“If I still refused, he’d put up the whole distressed expression, started to cry and said I don’t want him anymore!” Kaoru threw his hands up in defeat, “Who can hold themselves against that?!”
Die leaned in, knowing exactly what he should say to Kaoru: just what he usually said to the older man, “So you just need to hold yourself better. You can do it. You’re the stern leader. You’re strong.” Yep, Kaoru was the only person who could help himself.
“You’re right. You know what? You’re so right.” Kaoru formed his fingers into fists and stared at Die with determination visible in his eyes, “I can do it!”
***
“Kaoru.” Toshiya stared disappointedly at Kaoru as he woke up and found himself in yet another situation where he was in bed with Kaoru, naked, sore, and feeling nauseous.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Kaoru helped him to the bathroom and Toshiya went through the usual ritual of throwing up and blaming and reminding Kaoru again.
***
Fin
Fandom: Dir~en~grey
Title: Pool Trick
Author/Artist: bl4ckm4lice
Theme: #6 - Soooo not funny! ; Sarcasm
Pairing/Characters: Kaoru Niikura/Toshimasa Hara (rps)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: na-ah, not mine
Bl4ckm4lice’s notes: Ugghh a very random fluff. You might want to watch an old clip where Toshiya and Die play pool, if you wanna laugh along with Kaoru. And thanks to Sandy for helping me with the ending. Again, thanks to tenshinoitami1 for the beta!
Toshiya’s long legs paced with the speed he didn’t know they were capable of. The grocery bag was thrown wildly to the sides, barely able to cope with Toshiya’s vigorous movement.
He was doing some shopping in the nearest mini-mart after Kaoru suddenly told him to buy some beers and cigarettes. Toshiya said they still have some left, but Kaoru oddly insisted, telling him to buy some instant noodles and soaps along the way, for they were running out of those.
He should’ve known that it was just a trick.
Kyo phoned him. Sounding incoherent at first, only laughter filled the receiver on Toshiya’s cell phone. Toshiya waited, then started to get annoyed when the laughter burst out some more. After some scolding and yelling from the younger man, Kyo finally talked.
Kyo complimented him, as the best pool player.
The best at making people laugh.
Ho shit.
How could Toshiya forgot? Today is the day the special program was being aired. The frickin’ special television program. Where he and Die have to play pool with the members of other bands.
The problem was Toshiya had never played pool before.
And he had successfully humiliated himself in front of the camera.
He wouldn’t let Kaoru watch it, so Kaoru made a faster move by telling him to go outside to buy something, anything. So now Toshiya threw the door open to find Kaoru laughing his ass off in front of the television.
Kaoru noticed Toshiya’s arrival and laughed some more. “Great shot, Toshiya!”
Toshiya rushed in front of the television and widened his eyes in horror. The show had just finished showing his part.
“You know,” Kaoru’s mumbled-by-chuckle voice reached his ears, “It’s nice to put your all into something, but you did know that hitting the ball too hard would send them flying outside the pool table, right?”
Toshiya blushed madly in an instant. “You think that’s funny, huh??”
Kaoru’s laughter exploded again, “But of course!”
“That’s not funny!” Toshiya glared at his lover, “I’ve never played pool before! And those tv people insisted that we should wear visual kei get ups and make ups! Do you have any idea how silly I felt when I waved that pool stick stupidly, walking around with high heels?!”
“I get the idea alright,” Kaoru grinned, “I can see the silliness part, which was a great part of the show.”
Couldn’t believe what he just heard, Toshiya glared harder and stomped his feet, founding his words at a loss.
Before Kaoru lost his chance to make up for it forever, the leader coughed and explained with a calm voice, “Toshiya, you know me and Shinya have an interview, and Kyo had a photoshoot back then.”
“Why couldn’t I be the one who go to do the interview?!!” Toshiya snapped.
A tinge of smirk showed up for a split second on the side of Kaoru’s mouth. But Toshiya caught it.
“I could’ve… couldn’t I?” Toshiya lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Kaoru’s neck, strangling him. “You tricked me!”
“T-Toshiya-Stop-”
“You tricked me! You did it on purpose! You told me to go to the show and play pool because everyone except me and Die had another job to do!” Toshiya shook Kaoru by the neck, “You knew I would make a fool of myself!”
Kaoru forgot how forceful Toshiya could be when he was furious. He struggled for breath, feeling the channel to his lungs cut off.
“What kind of a lover are you?!” Toshiya shouted, “You knew I’ve never played pool!! YOU KNEW I’D SENT THE BALL OUT OF THE POOL TABLE!! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!”
“No-,” Kaoru gasped, “I-didn’t-know the ball would be shot like that-.”
That answer enraged Toshiya more. How dense could Kaoru be? What happened with the ball was not the main problem, and yet that stupid prick defended himself for that!
The fucking problem was Kaoru tricked him into it and laughed at him so inconsiderately!
A tightened grip around Kaoru’s poor neck and Kaoru thought he was going to die for sure without ever getting the chance to buy that newest Gundam model. But then the hands left his neck suddenly, and the owner rushed to the bedroom, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Kaoru, coughing and trying to catch his breath, couldn’t forget the flash of a certain sight earlier. The hurt look on Toshiya’s face before he stormed off. And the watery eyes that must be leading to tears inside the bedroom.
Ugh, maybe he went too far this time.
The guitarist sat there for a while, waiting for them both to calm down. Then he walked to the bedroom door and knocked slowly, “Toshiya.”
No answer, but it wasn’t like Kaoru expected Toshiya to respond so soon. “I’m sorry, okay.”
Still no answer.
“It was just a little prank,” Kaoru reasoned, “Come on, you’ve enjoyed pranks too. That was what made us close at first, right?” He continued, indicating on their prank together for Shinya months ago. They intended to lock the man inside a room, but they ended up being locked instead. That resulted in a kiss, and a month later, a confession.
“So it’s all about pranks,” Toshiya’s cracked voice arose, “Us being lovers is also a mere prank.”
Kaoru forgot how unreasonable Toshiya could be whenever they quarreled. “Of course not, Totchi. I love you.”
No response. Kaoru sighed, but then he felt a pang in his heart when he heard the indistinct sobs. He really went too far. “I’m really sorry.”
Silence.
“Toshiya, please,” Kaoru knocked again, “You’re making me worried.”
Nothing was heard from the other side of the door, and Kaoru’s worry swelled up higher and higher. His subconscious habit of being unreasonable and losing his composure when it comes to Toshiya appeared. What… if…
What if Toshiya got so mad at him that he decided to break up?
What if Toshiya is putting his clothes inside a bag and decided to leave the apartment when Kaoru wasn’t looking?
What if Toshiya decided to jump out of the window of their bedroom?
At the last thought, he rushed to the balcony of their apartment and shot a look to the side, at the direction of their bedroom window. The sliding window was opened, but empty. Toshiya wasn’t there to jump.
He sighed in relief, but then another set of worry pushed its way inside him. Just random things he didn’t know he could think of, so random that he couldn’t even remember what it was, except the fact that they made his worry nearly explode. He wasn’t even aware that they weren’t rational even in the slightest bit.
And in his irrational state, he suddenly thought of the way to get inside the bedroom. The door wasn’t available to be slammed down, because he wouldn’t take the risk of hurting Toshiya that might be sitting behind it. The only way left is the window.
His eyes trailed the balcony thick brick-rails, then to the narrow platform a few centimeters under the window.
This would be easy.
He would only have to stand on top of the balcony rails, reach out for the edge of the window, then pull himself up to step onto the platform, then be inside the room smoothly.
Piece of cake.
Their apartment was only on the third floor. Not that high if he happened to fall. There were bushes below him.
Okay, get ready, Kaoru.
He climbed on top of the balcony rails. It wasn’t as thick as he thought, but he managed to stand up, leaning on the wall beside him. Thank God it wasn’t windy. His hands reached out for the window frame, and he gripped it tightly. He only needed to jump forward while pulling himself at that direction now.
One… two… three!
His feet left the rails…
AND LEAPED TOO FAR.
His eyes widened as he saw the platform behind him and felt the gravity pull his body down. In his shocked state, his grip on the window frame was released. But God blessed him with trained reflexes, something that grew up in time when you quarreled a lot with Toshiya who had the habit of throwing things. His hands reached up to the platform…
…just in time.
And there, he ended up hanging for his life onto that platform.
“To-TOSHIYA!!” He called out.
No response at first, Toshiya probably feeling confused about why Kaoru’s voice didn’t came from behind the door.
“TOSHIYA!! HELP!!”
It wasn’t long before Toshiya finally showed up and stared down in horror. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?!”
“YELL LATER!” Kaoru shouted, his fingers had begun to feel numb, “HELP ME!”
Toshiya seemed to snap out of his stunned state and reached out for Kaoru. He gripped Kaoru’s forearms firmly. As he pulled Kaoru, the leader pushed himself up with the help of the platform.
“Fuck, Kaoru you’re heavy.” Toshiya cursed.
“And that comes from someone who was too tall to be carried by me whenever he got dead drunk.” Kaoru scowled.
After what seemed to be eternity, Kaoru’s upper half managed to go through the window. One of his feet stepped on the platform and he kicked backward so that he was pushed all the way inside, falling to the floor on top of Toshiya. He breathed raggedly along with the younger man.
Toshiya glared weakly at him, “You’re such a freak-.” His words were cut when a pair of lips closed upon his hurriedly. He felt Kaoru’s arms wrapped around him and didn’t even have the chance to protest as Kaoru already released his lips and stared at him deeply.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
Toshiya furrowed his eyebrows, “I am.” He pushed Kaoru away, but the older man didn’t budge.
“I’m sorry.” Kaoru gave a quick kiss.
“Shut up. What the fuck were you doing?”
“I was worried. I had to see you.”
“You’re over-exaggerating.”
“What can I do, it’s about you.”
Toshiya tried to push him again, but Kaoru merely tightened his arms around Toshiya. “Sweet-talker.” The younger man glowered.
“You’re that sweet.”
Toshiya blushed madly. Even after months of living together with Kaoru, he still couldn’t get himself to be used to the mushy talks from Kaoru. “You’re just saying that to make me forgive you.”
“But I mean it,” Kaoru stole another kiss, “And I want you to forgive me too.”
“It won’t be easy,” Toshiya threw his face to the side, “You think by sneaking through the window and ended up falling all uncool like that, I’ll forgive you for tricking and laughing at me?”
Kaoru didn’t say anything. He instead began to trail little kisses along Toshiya’s jaw down to his neck, then to his lips. But Toshiya threw his head to the sides to avoid it. “Stop it! Go away!”
“No.”
“KAORU! DON’T MAKE ME EVEN MORE MAD AT YOU!”
Kaoru ignored him and continued his kisses.
Enraged, Toshiya kicked Kaoru’s crotch.
The older man screamed in absolute pain and rolled his body to the side, enabling Toshiya to scurry away from him. Toshiya sat on the bed angrily, turning until his back faced Kaoru, ignoring the pained whimper from his lover.
“You moron,” Toshiya scowled. “What the fuck were you thinking? If you wanna die or something, do it somewhere far from me so I won’t have to pick up your mess. Asshole. And you said I was the one who did things without thinking-.”
“You’re worried about me?” Kaoru’s voice came from right beside Toshiya’s ear as the older man embraced him from behind. Kaoru placed a light peck on Toshiya’s cheek and nuzzled his neck.
Toshiya huffed, but didn’t show any sign of struggle, “Shut up. I’m still mad at you for tricking me.”
“That’s why I climbed the window. I wanna say I’m sorry.” Another peck.
“You could’ve just said it from outside the door like usual.”
“Like you would listen to me. You never listened until your head has cooled off, which could mean hours or days.”
“Then you should’ve waited like usual too.”
“Your anger was different this time.” Kaoru whispered, tracing his pecks down the neckline.
“Don’t talk as if you knew everything.”
“Toshiya,” Kaoru pleaded, “I’m sorry. I went too far.”
A long silence followed before Toshiya finally murmured, “…You know I hate being laughed at.”
Kaoru wrapped his hands tighter around the younger man, his mouth busy with kissing the smooth skin on Toshiya’s neck, trying to deliver his apology “I know, I’m sorry.”
The kisses turned into something more. Kaoru began to nibble and suck on the delicious flesh. At first, Toshiya held back his moans. But then, as one of Kaoru’s hand rubbed the bassist’s nipple from outside his shirt and his other hand sneaked inside to trace Toshiya’s abdomen, little moans escaped Toshiya’s lips involuntary.
His ego prevented him to forgive Kaoru so soon, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop Kaoru’s ministrations. He knew he was giving up to Kaoru.
It irked him sometimes how easy Kaoru took control over him.
Then, he noticed something strange.
There was a red stain on his blank blue shirt, right on his left chest, where Kaoru’s hand was groping.
“Kaoru.”
“Hm?” Kaoru’s responded with a mumble.
“KAORU!! YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
Kaoru snapped his head up and blinked confusedly as Toshiya pushed him away and turned towards him.
“Look at your hand!!”
The leader followed the order and blinked again when he saw the small cut on his palm. He didn’t realize it before. And all of a sudden, it stung.
“Shit,” He cursed under his breath, “I think I got it when I fell down earlier.”
“Oh fuck,” Toshiya cursed along.
“Don’t worry, Totchi, it’s just a light cut-.” He smiled and looked up to meet Toshiya’s eyes…
…and saw that worry was not the thing on his lover’s face.
“Kaoru,” Toshiya spoke with a very, very dangerous tone. He gripped the front of his shirt, a small red splotch painted it. “You ruined my new shirt.”
“H-huh?” Kaoru sweatdropped.
“This is the first time I wear it.” Toshiya continued, his eyes turning angered.
“B-b-but-,” Kaoru gulped, “I’m wounded-.”
His lame attempt to turn the attention to his freaking wounded hand was cut off when Toshiya stood up with a burning rage and grabbed him by his collar. “Fuck with your wound!! It was your own fault, dammit!! YOU. RUINED. MY. NEW. SHIRT!!!”
“W-wait-,” Kaoru gulped again, “Toshiya-.”
The taller man screamed from the top of his lungs and unlocked the door with the speed of light. Within seconds, the door was opened and Kaoru was thrown outside.
But before he fell face flat on the floor, his head hit the table with a loud thunk.
Toshiya froze.
He waited for Kaoru to stand up or rub his head or whatever-but the stupid old man laid there in silence, not moving at all.
“Kaoru…?” He called out, but no response.
Toshiya stepped closer, still unsure whether this was only Kaoru’s trick or not. “Kaoru…” He called out once more. Still no reaction.
He leaned down and touched Kaoru’s shoulder, but without warning, a pair of hands grabbed him and he fell on top of the owner of the hands.
“Gotcha’.” Kaoru grinned.
Toshiya’s face flushed instantly, both in rage for his own stupidity and Kaoru’s annoying behavior. “You tricked me again.”
“Sorry for the shirt, ‘kay?” Kaoru leaned up to place a peck on Toshiya’s lips, and then he rolled their bodies until their positions switched.
Toshiya stared up in annoyance to Kaoru, “I hate you.”
“I love you too.” Without further thought, he ripped the front of Toshiya’s shirt open. The younger man gasped and glared at Kaoru.
“I’VE TOLD YOU THAT WAS MY NEW SHIRT-Ungh!” His angry words were cut off when Kaoru lunged forward to lick Toshiya’s nipple.
“It was stained already anyway.” Kaoru said in between his busy working mouth, tasting the sweet flavor of his lover’s body. “I’ll buy you a new one”
“Huh-Nnh-,” Toshiya was torn between the urge to scowl and moan at the same time, “That shirt-Ahh-was expensive, dumbass-.”
“That’s little price compared to your priceless apology,” Kaoru tugged the red nub with his teeth, “So, am I forgiven?”
Yet, the words of apology never escaped Toshiya’s mouth until the next morning, because Kaoru barely let him have the chance to let any sounds other than moans and begs out of his lips.
***
Fin~
Comments are welcomed like usual =D
And to see other things I have for Toshiya’s b’day, check my lj
http://bl4ckm4lice.livejournal.com/66597.html
Are you really 30 years old with that kind of face?? Omg, such a lie XD
All in all, please, please, continue on doing whatever you like, playing whatever music you wanted. Continue to be yourself, and and we'll just love you the way you are. Please know that we are all here to support you, no matter what. Including braces, if you're happy with it.
And now, to celebrate, this year I've made several things =D
Fandom: Dir~en~grey
Title: Drunk
Genre: Fluff, Sweet, little Sap
Author/Artist: bl4ckm4lice
Theme: #25. Maillot ; paradox
Pairing/Characters: Kaoru Niikura/Toshimasa Hara (rps), Die
Rating: PG for language
Word count: 465
Disclaimer: not mine yet xp
Bl4ckm4lice’s notes: A little drabble where Kaoru couldn't help himself with drunk Toshiya. Thanks to tenshinoitami1 for the beta!
“Kaoru,” Toshiya muttered weakly as he leaned into the sink, feeling worn out after such long and torturing process of throwing up, “You do remember my request, right?”
The leader, who stood behind him and caressed his back in the attempt to ease the misery, answered with guilt, “Not to fuck you when you’re drunk.”
“Why?”
“Because you have the worst hangover and feel nauseated and don’t need another pain in ass, literally.”
Toshiya felt another wave of nausea coming up and he retched again, but nothing came out. He didn’t ate much last night. He breathed heavily, wiping the side of his mouth, “Correct. Now, how many times have I told you that?”
“Many times.” Kaoru looked down, knowing the wrong he had done.
“And why couldn’t you fulfill such small request?”
“That’s not a small one, actually. If only you could see your own expression-.” His intention to defend himself was cut off when he caught the disapproving glare given to him. “Sorry.”
After another empty retch, Toshiya felt his legs giving up and he slid down to the floor, only supported by Kaoru’s hands who led him to sit slowly. But then, as his bottom met the floor, he widened his eyes and let out a yelp of pain, “Oh fuck! How many times did we do it last night?”
“Four.” Kaoru mumbled unwillingly.
“That explains.”
“Sorry.”
***
“He begged me!” Kaoru stated loudly.
Die, who had been dragged by Kaoru to another session of friend-talks, responded suitably, “Right.”
“He begged me to touch him, to fuck him, to do it again and again, harder and deeper and faster, and in the morning, he blame me again!” Kaoru snorted.
“Ouch.” He already heard this thing thousands of times from Kaoru. The leader just never learns.
“If I still refused, he’d put up the whole distressed expression, started to cry and said I don’t want him anymore!” Kaoru threw his hands up in defeat, “Who can hold themselves against that?!”
Die leaned in, knowing exactly what he should say to Kaoru: just what he usually said to the older man, “So you just need to hold yourself better. You can do it. You’re the stern leader. You’re strong.” Yep, Kaoru was the only person who could help himself.
“You’re right. You know what? You’re so right.” Kaoru formed his fingers into fists and stared at Die with determination visible in his eyes, “I can do it!”
***
“Kaoru.” Toshiya stared disappointedly at Kaoru as he woke up and found himself in yet another situation where he was in bed with Kaoru, naked, sore, and feeling nauseous.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Kaoru helped him to the bathroom and Toshiya went through the usual ritual of throwing up and blaming and reminding Kaoru again.
***
Fin
Fandom: Dir~en~grey
Title: Pool Trick
Author/Artist: bl4ckm4lice
Theme: #6 - Soooo not funny! ; Sarcasm
Pairing/Characters: Kaoru Niikura/Toshimasa Hara (rps)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: na-ah, not mine
Bl4ckm4lice’s notes: Ugghh a very random fluff. You might want to watch an old clip where Toshiya and Die play pool, if you wanna laugh along with Kaoru. And thanks to Sandy for helping me with the ending. Again, thanks to tenshinoitami1 for the beta!
Toshiya’s long legs paced with the speed he didn’t know they were capable of. The grocery bag was thrown wildly to the sides, barely able to cope with Toshiya’s vigorous movement.
He was doing some shopping in the nearest mini-mart after Kaoru suddenly told him to buy some beers and cigarettes. Toshiya said they still have some left, but Kaoru oddly insisted, telling him to buy some instant noodles and soaps along the way, for they were running out of those.
He should’ve known that it was just a trick.
Kyo phoned him. Sounding incoherent at first, only laughter filled the receiver on Toshiya’s cell phone. Toshiya waited, then started to get annoyed when the laughter burst out some more. After some scolding and yelling from the younger man, Kyo finally talked.
Kyo complimented him, as the best pool player.
The best at making people laugh.
Ho shit.
How could Toshiya forgot? Today is the day the special program was being aired. The frickin’ special television program. Where he and Die have to play pool with the members of other bands.
The problem was Toshiya had never played pool before.
And he had successfully humiliated himself in front of the camera.
He wouldn’t let Kaoru watch it, so Kaoru made a faster move by telling him to go outside to buy something, anything. So now Toshiya threw the door open to find Kaoru laughing his ass off in front of the television.
Kaoru noticed Toshiya’s arrival and laughed some more. “Great shot, Toshiya!”
Toshiya rushed in front of the television and widened his eyes in horror. The show had just finished showing his part.
“You know,” Kaoru’s mumbled-by-chuckle voice reached his ears, “It’s nice to put your all into something, but you did know that hitting the ball too hard would send them flying outside the pool table, right?”
Toshiya blushed madly in an instant. “You think that’s funny, huh??”
Kaoru’s laughter exploded again, “But of course!”
“That’s not funny!” Toshiya glared at his lover, “I’ve never played pool before! And those tv people insisted that we should wear visual kei get ups and make ups! Do you have any idea how silly I felt when I waved that pool stick stupidly, walking around with high heels?!”
“I get the idea alright,” Kaoru grinned, “I can see the silliness part, which was a great part of the show.”
Couldn’t believe what he just heard, Toshiya glared harder and stomped his feet, founding his words at a loss.
Before Kaoru lost his chance to make up for it forever, the leader coughed and explained with a calm voice, “Toshiya, you know me and Shinya have an interview, and Kyo had a photoshoot back then.”
“Why couldn’t I be the one who go to do the interview?!!” Toshiya snapped.
A tinge of smirk showed up for a split second on the side of Kaoru’s mouth. But Toshiya caught it.
“I could’ve… couldn’t I?” Toshiya lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Kaoru’s neck, strangling him. “You tricked me!”
“T-Toshiya-Stop-”
“You tricked me! You did it on purpose! You told me to go to the show and play pool because everyone except me and Die had another job to do!” Toshiya shook Kaoru by the neck, “You knew I would make a fool of myself!”
Kaoru forgot how forceful Toshiya could be when he was furious. He struggled for breath, feeling the channel to his lungs cut off.
“What kind of a lover are you?!” Toshiya shouted, “You knew I’ve never played pool!! YOU KNEW I’D SENT THE BALL OUT OF THE POOL TABLE!! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!”
“No-,” Kaoru gasped, “I-didn’t-know the ball would be shot like that-.”
That answer enraged Toshiya more. How dense could Kaoru be? What happened with the ball was not the main problem, and yet that stupid prick defended himself for that!
The fucking problem was Kaoru tricked him into it and laughed at him so inconsiderately!
A tightened grip around Kaoru’s poor neck and Kaoru thought he was going to die for sure without ever getting the chance to buy that newest Gundam model. But then the hands left his neck suddenly, and the owner rushed to the bedroom, slamming the door closed and locking it.
Kaoru, coughing and trying to catch his breath, couldn’t forget the flash of a certain sight earlier. The hurt look on Toshiya’s face before he stormed off. And the watery eyes that must be leading to tears inside the bedroom.
Ugh, maybe he went too far this time.
The guitarist sat there for a while, waiting for them both to calm down. Then he walked to the bedroom door and knocked slowly, “Toshiya.”
No answer, but it wasn’t like Kaoru expected Toshiya to respond so soon. “I’m sorry, okay.”
Still no answer.
“It was just a little prank,” Kaoru reasoned, “Come on, you’ve enjoyed pranks too. That was what made us close at first, right?” He continued, indicating on their prank together for Shinya months ago. They intended to lock the man inside a room, but they ended up being locked instead. That resulted in a kiss, and a month later, a confession.
“So it’s all about pranks,” Toshiya’s cracked voice arose, “Us being lovers is also a mere prank.”
Kaoru forgot how unreasonable Toshiya could be whenever they quarreled. “Of course not, Totchi. I love you.”
No response. Kaoru sighed, but then he felt a pang in his heart when he heard the indistinct sobs. He really went too far. “I’m really sorry.”
Silence.
“Toshiya, please,” Kaoru knocked again, “You’re making me worried.”
Nothing was heard from the other side of the door, and Kaoru’s worry swelled up higher and higher. His subconscious habit of being unreasonable and losing his composure when it comes to Toshiya appeared. What… if…
What if Toshiya got so mad at him that he decided to break up?
What if Toshiya is putting his clothes inside a bag and decided to leave the apartment when Kaoru wasn’t looking?
What if Toshiya decided to jump out of the window of their bedroom?
At the last thought, he rushed to the balcony of their apartment and shot a look to the side, at the direction of their bedroom window. The sliding window was opened, but empty. Toshiya wasn’t there to jump.
He sighed in relief, but then another set of worry pushed its way inside him. Just random things he didn’t know he could think of, so random that he couldn’t even remember what it was, except the fact that they made his worry nearly explode. He wasn’t even aware that they weren’t rational even in the slightest bit.
And in his irrational state, he suddenly thought of the way to get inside the bedroom. The door wasn’t available to be slammed down, because he wouldn’t take the risk of hurting Toshiya that might be sitting behind it. The only way left is the window.
His eyes trailed the balcony thick brick-rails, then to the narrow platform a few centimeters under the window.
This would be easy.
He would only have to stand on top of the balcony rails, reach out for the edge of the window, then pull himself up to step onto the platform, then be inside the room smoothly.
Piece of cake.
Their apartment was only on the third floor. Not that high if he happened to fall. There were bushes below him.
Okay, get ready, Kaoru.
He climbed on top of the balcony rails. It wasn’t as thick as he thought, but he managed to stand up, leaning on the wall beside him. Thank God it wasn’t windy. His hands reached out for the window frame, and he gripped it tightly. He only needed to jump forward while pulling himself at that direction now.
One… two… three!
His feet left the rails…
AND LEAPED TOO FAR.
His eyes widened as he saw the platform behind him and felt the gravity pull his body down. In his shocked state, his grip on the window frame was released. But God blessed him with trained reflexes, something that grew up in time when you quarreled a lot with Toshiya who had the habit of throwing things. His hands reached up to the platform…
…just in time.
And there, he ended up hanging for his life onto that platform.
“To-TOSHIYA!!” He called out.
No response at first, Toshiya probably feeling confused about why Kaoru’s voice didn’t came from behind the door.
“TOSHIYA!! HELP!!”
It wasn’t long before Toshiya finally showed up and stared down in horror. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE?!”
“YELL LATER!” Kaoru shouted, his fingers had begun to feel numb, “HELP ME!”
Toshiya seemed to snap out of his stunned state and reached out for Kaoru. He gripped Kaoru’s forearms firmly. As he pulled Kaoru, the leader pushed himself up with the help of the platform.
“Fuck, Kaoru you’re heavy.” Toshiya cursed.
“And that comes from someone who was too tall to be carried by me whenever he got dead drunk.” Kaoru scowled.
After what seemed to be eternity, Kaoru’s upper half managed to go through the window. One of his feet stepped on the platform and he kicked backward so that he was pushed all the way inside, falling to the floor on top of Toshiya. He breathed raggedly along with the younger man.
Toshiya glared weakly at him, “You’re such a freak-.” His words were cut when a pair of lips closed upon his hurriedly. He felt Kaoru’s arms wrapped around him and didn’t even have the chance to protest as Kaoru already released his lips and stared at him deeply.
“I thought you were mad at me.”
Toshiya furrowed his eyebrows, “I am.” He pushed Kaoru away, but the older man didn’t budge.
“I’m sorry.” Kaoru gave a quick kiss.
“Shut up. What the fuck were you doing?”
“I was worried. I had to see you.”
“You’re over-exaggerating.”
“What can I do, it’s about you.”
Toshiya tried to push him again, but Kaoru merely tightened his arms around Toshiya. “Sweet-talker.” The younger man glowered.
“You’re that sweet.”
Toshiya blushed madly. Even after months of living together with Kaoru, he still couldn’t get himself to be used to the mushy talks from Kaoru. “You’re just saying that to make me forgive you.”
“But I mean it,” Kaoru stole another kiss, “And I want you to forgive me too.”
“It won’t be easy,” Toshiya threw his face to the side, “You think by sneaking through the window and ended up falling all uncool like that, I’ll forgive you for tricking and laughing at me?”
Kaoru didn’t say anything. He instead began to trail little kisses along Toshiya’s jaw down to his neck, then to his lips. But Toshiya threw his head to the sides to avoid it. “Stop it! Go away!”
“No.”
“KAORU! DON’T MAKE ME EVEN MORE MAD AT YOU!”
Kaoru ignored him and continued his kisses.
Enraged, Toshiya kicked Kaoru’s crotch.
The older man screamed in absolute pain and rolled his body to the side, enabling Toshiya to scurry away from him. Toshiya sat on the bed angrily, turning until his back faced Kaoru, ignoring the pained whimper from his lover.
“You moron,” Toshiya scowled. “What the fuck were you thinking? If you wanna die or something, do it somewhere far from me so I won’t have to pick up your mess. Asshole. And you said I was the one who did things without thinking-.”
“You’re worried about me?” Kaoru’s voice came from right beside Toshiya’s ear as the older man embraced him from behind. Kaoru placed a light peck on Toshiya’s cheek and nuzzled his neck.
Toshiya huffed, but didn’t show any sign of struggle, “Shut up. I’m still mad at you for tricking me.”
“That’s why I climbed the window. I wanna say I’m sorry.” Another peck.
“You could’ve just said it from outside the door like usual.”
“Like you would listen to me. You never listened until your head has cooled off, which could mean hours or days.”
“Then you should’ve waited like usual too.”
“Your anger was different this time.” Kaoru whispered, tracing his pecks down the neckline.
“Don’t talk as if you knew everything.”
“Toshiya,” Kaoru pleaded, “I’m sorry. I went too far.”
A long silence followed before Toshiya finally murmured, “…You know I hate being laughed at.”
Kaoru wrapped his hands tighter around the younger man, his mouth busy with kissing the smooth skin on Toshiya’s neck, trying to deliver his apology “I know, I’m sorry.”
The kisses turned into something more. Kaoru began to nibble and suck on the delicious flesh. At first, Toshiya held back his moans. But then, as one of Kaoru’s hand rubbed the bassist’s nipple from outside his shirt and his other hand sneaked inside to trace Toshiya’s abdomen, little moans escaped Toshiya’s lips involuntary.
His ego prevented him to forgive Kaoru so soon, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop Kaoru’s ministrations. He knew he was giving up to Kaoru.
It irked him sometimes how easy Kaoru took control over him.
Then, he noticed something strange.
There was a red stain on his blank blue shirt, right on his left chest, where Kaoru’s hand was groping.
“Kaoru.”
“Hm?” Kaoru’s responded with a mumble.
“KAORU!! YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
Kaoru snapped his head up and blinked confusedly as Toshiya pushed him away and turned towards him.
“Look at your hand!!”
The leader followed the order and blinked again when he saw the small cut on his palm. He didn’t realize it before. And all of a sudden, it stung.
“Shit,” He cursed under his breath, “I think I got it when I fell down earlier.”
“Oh fuck,” Toshiya cursed along.
“Don’t worry, Totchi, it’s just a light cut-.” He smiled and looked up to meet Toshiya’s eyes…
…and saw that worry was not the thing on his lover’s face.
“Kaoru,” Toshiya spoke with a very, very dangerous tone. He gripped the front of his shirt, a small red splotch painted it. “You ruined my new shirt.”
“H-huh?” Kaoru sweatdropped.
“This is the first time I wear it.” Toshiya continued, his eyes turning angered.
“B-b-but-,” Kaoru gulped, “I’m wounded-.”
His lame attempt to turn the attention to his freaking wounded hand was cut off when Toshiya stood up with a burning rage and grabbed him by his collar. “Fuck with your wound!! It was your own fault, dammit!! YOU. RUINED. MY. NEW. SHIRT!!!”
“W-wait-,” Kaoru gulped again, “Toshiya-.”
The taller man screamed from the top of his lungs and unlocked the door with the speed of light. Within seconds, the door was opened and Kaoru was thrown outside.
But before he fell face flat on the floor, his head hit the table with a loud thunk.
Toshiya froze.
He waited for Kaoru to stand up or rub his head or whatever-but the stupid old man laid there in silence, not moving at all.
“Kaoru…?” He called out, but no response.
Toshiya stepped closer, still unsure whether this was only Kaoru’s trick or not. “Kaoru…” He called out once more. Still no reaction.
He leaned down and touched Kaoru’s shoulder, but without warning, a pair of hands grabbed him and he fell on top of the owner of the hands.
“Gotcha’.” Kaoru grinned.
Toshiya’s face flushed instantly, both in rage for his own stupidity and Kaoru’s annoying behavior. “You tricked me again.”
“Sorry for the shirt, ‘kay?” Kaoru leaned up to place a peck on Toshiya’s lips, and then he rolled their bodies until their positions switched.
Toshiya stared up in annoyance to Kaoru, “I hate you.”
“I love you too.” Without further thought, he ripped the front of Toshiya’s shirt open. The younger man gasped and glared at Kaoru.
“I’VE TOLD YOU THAT WAS MY NEW SHIRT-Ungh!” His angry words were cut off when Kaoru lunged forward to lick Toshiya’s nipple.
“It was stained already anyway.” Kaoru said in between his busy working mouth, tasting the sweet flavor of his lover’s body. “I’ll buy you a new one”
“Huh-Nnh-,” Toshiya was torn between the urge to scowl and moan at the same time, “That shirt-Ahh-was expensive, dumbass-.”
“That’s little price compared to your priceless apology,” Kaoru tugged the red nub with his teeth, “So, am I forgiven?”
Yet, the words of apology never escaped Toshiya’s mouth until the next morning, because Kaoru barely let him have the chance to let any sounds other than moans and begs out of his lips.
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Fin~
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