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The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to

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"Nikita!" Ritsuka called the man's name, an uncharacteristically wide smile on his face, and tapped the other's shoulder, waiting until he turned around. Then, the man who was taller than Ritsuka, and larger than him was pulled into a huge hug. Ritsuka buried his face in Nikita's strong chest and smiled. He understood what it meant for the other to be able to perform one of his own pieces and he knew that Nikita loved this music fest. It was easy to tell that Ritsuka was perhaps just as happy as the other, and maybe also still riding on that high from the performance. A big part of it was that he was happy for Nikita

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For a moment, there was nothing. They were both holding so utterly still, and not making any noise at all. Ritsuka was just about to fall back into his bed, and maybe hug his guitar to sleep, when he heard the chords.

Then, he almost flew across the room, to hold himself against the door. His whole body leaned on the cold door as he pressed his ear against it, recognizing the song. He found himself smiling as he heard Nikita hum to it, and before he knew what he was doing, his hand was gripping the doorknob. The thin barrier separating them swung open slowly, and soon, Ritsuka was poking his head into Nikita's room, wide-eyed but smiling.

And maybe his cheeks were a bit pink too. Just a bit.

"That song... I know it." Stating the obvious.

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Nikita was so engrossed in himself that he barely heard the door open, and only when the boy spoke up that his head snapped up, his own cheeks flushing when he spotted him.

"Ritsuka." The name slipped out in a whisper, a look of surprise on his face even as he tried not to smile too widely. "...c-come in."

He put his guitar back in the case and waved for him to enter, reaching a hand out toward the boy. His throat suddenly felt dry the moment they were in the same room, his room. "Not tired?" He remembered what he had almost said to Ritsuka, and wondered if the other was still curious.

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Ritsuka paused though, looking a little hesitant, even if he was just trying to gather himself. There was a moment where he was a little shocked that he was in Nikita's room. That he'd actually gotten up and opened the door that had been separating them.

"No, not really. Isn't Nika tired?" He believed that they were both notorious for not getting enough sleep. Ritsuka himself, having a bit of chronic insomnia, whereas Nikita just didn't like to sleep because of his music. Though of course, the other had taken it way farther than Ritsuka could have ever taken it. But that was in the past, and he chose not to dwell on such heartbreaking moments too much.

For now though, Ritsuka drifted into the room a little more, setting himself beside the bassist with a smile though his heart started somehow beating a little faster in his chest. He tried to calm it the best he could.

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Nikita shook his head as he took Ritsuka's hand and pulled him closer onto the bed. "Nyet. Not really. A bit but I am fine."

He was wide awake. Tired, indeed but not sleepy. There was a difference in that. He knew too that Ritsuka wouldn't knock off just yet, or else it would have been near impossible to hear his bass and humming.

Now that he had Ritsuka so close to him, Nikita was slightly unsure on what to do next. Right now, he merely leaned his head against the boy's shoulder, revelling in their closeness at this moment. There were so many things he wanted to ask, to be certain of their feelings for each other, to finally clear the confusion that clouded his mind.

"Ritsuka..." He began, but didn't say any more just yet.

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Ritsuka didn't really know what to say either. He kind of wanted to bring up the unfinished sentence from earlier, yet didn't know how. Of course, he was still curious. He smiled as their hands touched and let himself be pulled closer. When Nikita leaned against him, he too, tilted his head and rested it against Nikita's hair.

... He smelled nice. Smelled like... Nikita. There wasn't really another way to describe it.

"Nika," he replied to his name, not really knowing what else to say but to call out the other's nickname. There was an obvious trusting tone in his voice, as well as a light smile. The nickname was cute.. and grew on him. However, he didn't say much more, opting to be patient. It had worked in the past... and he hoped it wouldn't fail him now.

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Nikita smiled at the nickname, glad that Ritsuka was using it. It was a pet name that only a few close people were allowed to use, other than his siblings. And the boy was one of those chosen ones.

He entwined their fingers together, a silly smile on his lips. Indeed this was one of those moments when Ritsuka patiently waited for him to speak, and him debating whether if he should reveal what was on his mind. In the end, he decided that it was best to make things clear.

"Ritsuka, do you..." A pause. "...do you like my songs?" He did wrote a few songs, but there was one particular one that was special, the one that he sung with him during the concert.

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The name had been something he'd picked up, thinking it was way too cute for the normally cold and icy man. But it had stuck somewhere in Ritsuka's mind that it meant something special. Plus, it drew him closer to the other. So, he'd taken to using it and using Nikita's full name in different circumstances. He knew how special he was that he could use the name, and he was glad that he was one of them.

Waiting for Nikita to talk wasn't that bad, not when their hands were touching. Ritsuka had brought both of his to Nikita's dominant one, turning it while he fiddled with it. Idly, he poked at the tips of his fingers where there were callouses from his bass guitar while he thought about the words Nikita said. He didn't understand where the question had come from, or what it was leading to. "Mm... yeah." A smile, as Ritsuka traced a finger along one of the lines in the other's palm. "Of course."

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If it was anyone else who called him by that pet name, he would have punched him, and then dispose the person off with his dearly beloved knives. But of course, those knives in his hands had been replaced by the bass guitar, the sharp blade only making its appearance occasionally when he was particularly agitated.

Nikita had removed his gloves when he entered the room, tossed aside onto the counter with the snacks. So now they were bare for Ritsuka to examine and toy with, purposely moving his fingers in a kind of chase between his and the boy's prodding. His fingers froze at Ritsuka's words, catching the other's smile from the corner of his eyes.

His pulse began to quicken, heart pounding loudly against his ribcage as Nikita took in a deep breath. "Then do you like..." He let the sentence trail off, worrying his lower lip even as it mouthed '...like me?'

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Beautiful, beautiful hands... that made such beautiful music. Ritsuka admired them a lot, just like he admired Nikita. Though as the other's fingers froze, Ritsuka head lifted and he looked at Nikita, tracing his gaze along those pretty features of his

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The flush on Ritsuka's cheeks only served to cause a strange flip-flop in his stomach, and Nikita wasn't one who was prone to nervousness. He never had stage-frights. At all.

But he was anxious now about the boy's reply, uncertain as to how Ritsuka would take it. He knew that if it wasn't what he believed it to be, it wouldn't be the same between them any more. There was no going back to the way it was. At least on his side. Ritsuka looked confused, and Nikita could tell that because those flurry ears were tilted back, coupled with the boy's moving tail. It was all the signs that he was familiar with.

He registered the slight squeeze on his hand before he heard the words, and his breath was caught in his throat, almost not daring to breathe. Ritsuka had admitted it. But did the boy meant liking him in a friendly way, or in that manner. Nikita leaned closer to him, his free hand reaching to tilt the boy's chin up to face him

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There wasn't doubt in Ritsuka's mind anymore. What other sort of liking involved kissing? Somehow, the confirmation caused Ritsuka to be both nervous and almost giddy with happiness at the same time. Nervous, because he didn't know what this meant for them, for the band. Happy because, well, because he'd admitted his feelings for the other. Something that he thought was plainly obvious, after all, he never really did try to hide it from anyone. But saying it out loud like this... It only served to speed up his heart rate

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The kiss was like the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted, soft lips against his own slightly chapped ones, hesitant but also a touch of determination in it. It made Nikita's heart expand and fill over the brink, so much so that he felt as if he was going to explode from it. Then he began to press back, just slightly, not wanting to frighten the boy too much.

From their close distance, Nikita swore he could hear Ritsuka's racing heart beats, or perhaps it was his own, thumping and skipping erratically. Either way, they were both nervous and excited. When Ritsuka pulled away, he almost whined, yearning for more. He smiled at the boy's bashfulness, a quality that made Ritsuka so endearing and well-loved.

"Ritsuka..." The moment the other glance up, Nikita would be locking their lips again. This time the kiss was with more passion, slowly deepening as he pulled the other closer to him, yet being mindful to provide the boy breathing space.

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Ritsuka never knew that his own name could be said in such a way that had him holding his breath to hold back the pure emotion. There were times when his fans said it in a way that made him heady with their chants, but never, had he his own name have this kind of effect on him.

Then, when their eyes met, and lips met once again, Ritsuka couldn't do anything about the tiny keening sound that came rushing out from somewhere in his chest. He found himself raising a hand to grip Nikita's shirt and keeping his other on Nikita's hand. Just because he needed something to keep himself grounded and keep himself from getting absolutely lost within this feeling.

He pressed back, tilting his head naturally in order to press back with a little more need.

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There was a pleased rumble in his chest when Ritsuka reciprocate, drinking in the voice that slipped out from the boy's lips, and the response from the small hand that clutched onto the front of his shirt. Nikita still kept their kissing chaste, though when Ritsuka began to press back for more fervour, he glad took it all in.

With that, he parted his lips, nibbling lightly onto Ritsuka's lower lip even as his tongue darted out to taste him, prodding gently for entrance.

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Ritsuka gladly gave that entrance, parting his lips for Nikita while his hand tightened in the shirt he wore.

He was nervous. But the nervousness was only adding to the new experience of kissing Nikita. He never would have thought that something like this could ever happen with the normally stoic man, so, Ritsuka was nervous. He was sure that he wanted this, though it felt like there were little butterflies inside him, fluttering and making him feel a little light.