Dangerous Play
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Adult +
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20
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2,600
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4
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Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. Ergo: not real or factual. I do not know D (or any other jrock band) and I am not gaining profit from this!
Waking Desires
Thanks to Asp for their lyrics. Fanfiction right here! No reality! For free! Lemme know what you think!
Dangerous Play
Chapter 12: Waking Desires
"I'll sip your soul and... Wake your desire..."
"It's short," was Asagi's strangled reply as he slowly edged out from the hotel's bathroom into the suite that both he and Kisaki shared while on tour. He looked at Kisaki uncertainly. The bassist in question was sitting back in their suite's armchair - looking amused and mildly turned on. It was evening. Sin, Shion and Ruiza had disappeared to find a club and get some drinks. Asagi, watching the short guitarist stroll off with the rest of Syndrome, had his misgivings. There was something desperate about the young man's drinking these days. Judging by Ruiza's dark eyes that often lingered on Asagi, the vocalist had a sick feeling that the guitarist's deep unhappiness was somehow rooted in him. And if anything were to happen to him... then... it would be just one more thing to lay at my door in guilt... Biting his lip, Asagi had turned away, knowing that his night might be filled some drinking - but for the most part it would involve something that would end up with Kisaki taking his enjoyment as he was often wont to do on tour. The others, for a change, had went quietly - Sin's eyes were bright with cheerful forced focus on the club. Shion had looked dispassionately through him - as if Asagi were some sort of ghost. Ruiza had shrugged at Kisaki's unspoken command and strolled off, looking a picture of unconcern. But Asagi and Kisaki knew better. They all knew better. And they knew that Kisaki wasn't going to take Asagi out to some club to dance. The end of the evening would inevitably lead to Kisaki fucking Asagi hard into the vocalist's mattress. "Not my bed," Kisaki had said with a glare. "It's mine." Asagi had nodded passively. It was better to let Kisaki have his way when he was in one of his moods. His moods. That's what Ruiza calls them, Asagi sighed as he turned around for Kisaki. And they worsen as we go on tour... and it's been escalating as we become more popular. Where are we going to end up at this rate? It made his stomach sick - to think that the whole farce could so easily come crashing down at a man's whims. They played and sang with so much heart - the fans were pleased - and he was... Asagi forced out the memories. It had been his choice. You made that bed, you lie in it, his father had said. It was so true. So here he was, modelling a short skirt for Kisaki - topped by cute frilled shirt with short sleeves. But for some reason, tonight was different. As he slid onto Kisaki's knee, Asagi blinked at the thoughtful way that Kisaki scrutinized him. The fingers took their time, caressing the vocalist's skin, tracing lines over his tattoo. Another hand rose up to cup one of his ears, tracing a shivering sensation along the edges of Asagi's skin. Kisaki, leaning forward, kissed Asagi - gently - his lips giving Asagi's flesh the adoration it deserved. The kissing gained passion and urgency - but for once, Kisaki took his time, lifting Asagi easily up and onto the bed - making sure that every bit of skin that slowly emerged from the sexy clothing was kissed, licked or nipped. It amused the bassist to watch the vocalist virtually blossom under his touches. The bassist had dimmed the lights, knowing Asagi's preference for mood lighting - the bed had a splendid canopy to boot and a soft mattress with lots of carefully placed pillows. A perfect place for seducing a shy romantic like Asagi. Passion and pain were Kisaki's aphrodisiacs - but Asagi's love of idealized romance and purity were cute. Although he didn't indulge Asagi's tastes as a rule (if ever), the courage of the younger man at the playhouse Paradise. It had been difficult for the vocalist - but his performance had been passionate and endearing. Gackt-san had been pleased as well - and had praised the young man (earning, little did he know it, an undying fan). Kisaki, pleased with the result of his training, had tried to think of a way to bind Asagi in a more meaningful way to him. "You could get him some roses," Ruiza had said the next day, when Kisaki wondered aloud what the vocalist would appreciate most. "He likes canopy beds. You could get him one."
"Canopy beds?" Sin had made a sound half-way between a snicker and a giggle. "You have to be joking."
"No joke," Kisaki shook his head. "That kid is a romantic down to the core."
"He's not a kid," Shion deadpanned - sitting back to watch Asagi as he practised his warmups before recording a new song they had just finished. "But he's fond of pasta and classical places to eat in."
"Pasta..."
"Why not a dinner date?" asked Sin. "Then, take him home and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. It's what he'd like, I think."
"I'm not sure I could survive sleeping with him and just whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Kisaki had replied, refusing to acknowledge the slight hint of pink on his cheeks. A thoughtful silence had followed - as the four men watched Asagi swing his hands back and forth waiting for the music to cue up. As the vocalist cradled the microphone - his adorable face framed by large studio headphones - and black frames perched on his nose - everyone sighed. Asagi was adorable - twice as much as his brow wrinkled with concentration - face painted with passion as he sang his soul into the microphone... His sweet, bow lips looked delectable to the men. When the song finished, Asagi took a swig of water, his pink tongue flicking out to run over his lips. Syndrome, as a group, was entranced. "I can see why....." Shion had admitted slowly.
"You are one lucky dude," Sin sighed. "I don't suppose you'd share..."
"Not a chance."
"Shame..."
"But... I guess, I don't mind people watching. He does fine with that... I took him to Paradise the other day and he did well - all things considering."
"I'm not into watching stuff like that," Ruiza had said sharply. "And this could make relationships around here that much harder to build."
"What I say, goes," Kisaki stated bluntly. "It will work, if I say so."
"Sure," Shion had agreed easily. "But I'm with Ruiza on this one. I'm not into the rough stuff myself." Kisaki rolled his eyes. "I'm not rough ALL the time. You make me sound like a mean nutcase who enjoys beating his lovers like some sort of bad husband in a B-rated dramas."
"All visual kei life is a B-rated drama," Shion shrugged. "But I'm still not into it."
"Well... I could prove that I'm not like that ALL the time. There are times when I am so gentle and careful - Asagi is the one who begs for it."
"That I gotta see," Ruiza had snorted sardonically.
"You will."
"I-I-I w-w-will?" stuttered the blond.
"You'll all see," Kisaki sniffed, ending the whole conversation with a hard look. "I can be Asagi's dream too." And I am proving it, Kisaki thought hazily. Proving and enjoying it to some extent. It was like a fairytale in a way. His name on Asagi's lips was said with the deepest amount of passion and love - and it turned him on in a way he never thought possible... When the two men climaxed, one following the other, Kisaki let Asagi stay snuggled close. Stroking the man's hair, Kisaki smiled into the semi-darkness. It had been beautiful and soft like roses. It had lasted longer than he had thought possible - and there was something twice as beautiful about Asagi surrendering himself willingly. As he fell asleep, Kisaki wondered how long it would last.
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"Ohmigosh! Did someone die in here?"
"Hey! Is someone gonna call the fire department or something? Oh wait..." Ruiza, batting away the smoke, found the window of the hotel room the men were staying at. It was three weeks into a successful tour, and Fukuoka was going to be even more successful. He could feel it. Not only was Kisaki on a high - but Asagi seemed to be in seventh heaven. Too bad his good feelings can't translate into better cooking, Ruiza chuckled to himself. "Sorry..." Asagi looked sad as he stared at the blackened lumps on the tray before him. "I was trying something out..."
"You are always trying something out..." Sin sighed. "I think it's a lost cause - at least - for now..." He added quickly, noticing the hurt on Asagi's face.
"I'm trying my hardest! My mother told me I'd be able to do it - if I kept practising."
"I'm all for you cooking and everything," Kisaki coughed sharply as the smoke drifted past him and out the window. "And I'm sure your mother is right - but the key, I think, is to keep the cooking at home."
"Do you want to try these ones?" Asagi asked, holding up a small plate cookies. "They didn't get burned... which is odd - because it is normally the first batch that burn..." The four men stared at the plate with apprehension. Shion, Sin and Ruiza looked at Kisaki - then back at the plate at the brown, misshapen lumps. Asagi waited patiently, eyes bright - and the wilted as he recognized the silence for what it was. "Here... Let's see..." Ruiza said bravely, picking one up and trying not to think of shit as he did so. "I'm sure it's fine this time for sure!"
"You said that last time, Rui-chan..." Sin intoned. "But you ended up on the toilet for 2 hours!"
"I didn't know the milk was bad!" Asagi protested weakly.
"But you should have checked," Kisaki said sternly. "It's a given." Asagi set his plate down and sighed. Kisaki tapped his chin, forcing the vocalist to look at him in the eye. For a moment there was silence. Ruiza began to cough sharply. The two men turned around to stare at the short guitarist as he choked down the piece of baking. "Well?" asked Asagi.
"It's.......... salty.........."
"BLLLLLEEEEEECHHHH!!!" Sin spat out his tiny mouthful rather dramatically. "I think I'm gonna get a heart attack from that! How do you do it, Rui-chan! You must have a stomach of iron!"
"Is it supposed to be salty?" asked Kisaki, tentatively licking his brown lump - and then setting it down quickly.
"No........" Asagi nibbled his own and then - his eyes widened with horror. "Oh no! I must have accidentally used salt instead of sugar!"
"He's the greatest Singer in the world, has an amazing sense of decor, knows how to dress himself like a gentleman, is an budding amateur connoisseur in wine... and he doesn't know the difference between salt and sugar?" Kisaki shook his head.
"Crazy, huh?"
"Maybe he's just got some sort of kitchen curse," Ruiza offered, trying to look comfortingly at a greatly disappointed Asagi. "Or maybe he just needs to take some classes or spend more time practising.............. at home..."
"This is why you lick the batter off the spoon..." Shion added, with an air of great wisdom.
"But that's unhygienic - and ultimately unhealthy!"
"As are your................. what are they supposed to be anyways?" Shion asked.
"Cookies," pouted Asagi, prodding the brown lumps.
"Well... we've got no time for cookies. Tomorrow is our live. So let's get some practice in - and then we'll have a look at our venue. Throw it away, Asagi." With that, Kisaki herded Sin and Shion out of the room. Ruiza looked at Asagi with a small comforting smile and slipped out. Asagi bit his lip and tried not to cry. It's only cookies, dammit. One day, you'll get it. One day, you'll know how to make gourmet sandwiches and petit fours. Cleaning up his mess, he straightened his shoulders and made vows for the future. It wasn't over. The battle had only just begun.
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