Dangerous Play
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J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
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2,602
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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!
No Misbehaving
Thanks to Asp for their lyrics! This is fanfiction. So not real, for free - awesome entertainment, I hope. Enjoy~
Dangerous Play
Chapter 14: No Misbehaving
“Show me your hands and… No misbehaving…”
‘Well… it serves you right’?
‘You say sorry first’?
‘It won’t happen again’? Can I even promise that? Asagi wondered and turned red at the thought of keeping two men as lovers. What am I? A slut? He banged his head against the cool glass of the taxi cab and watched himself and the rest of the traffic rush by the tall office buildings and small squashed in local shops selling everything from technology to groceries. If he shut his eyes, Asagi felt that he could pretend that he was just an ordinary, run of the mill office worker who had nothing to worry about - other than the new memo a snarky boss had sent around. He wasn’t Asagi - just one of the crowd returning home. He wasn’t returning back to a sadistic bassist who was turned on by the sight of him in lace and handcuffs… Soon the taxi was turning onto the hotel’s street lined with shops that sold everything. Asagi paid the taxi man quietly and climbed out, trying not to look ashamed or repentant. Riding up the elevator to his room suite was nerve-wracking - and for a whole five minutes he stood in front of his room door before deciding to evade Kisaki a little longer - and deal with the band as a whole instead. “WELL! Speak of the devil!!!” Sin crowed cheerfully at the sight of Asagi peering around the door as he slipped in. So much for a quiet entry, sighed the vocalist. “Ah! You look…” Ruiza eyed the taller man critically - from the comfort of the sofa. “Well rested… You went out for the whole evening - we were worried…” His eye shifted to Kisaki who seemed to be either sulking or just very engrossed in the television which was blaring out some rather boring reports on rainfall in northern Japan. Sulking… The vocalist sighed as he cast an eye at Kisaki again, receiving no response from his band mate. Asagi edged around and found a seat in the love seat and hid his hands under his thighs - and shrugged, trying to emulate Shion at his best. Ruiza (and Kisaki, if he would admit such a thing) thought he looked rather cute - his hair a little mussed, face relaxed and serene… “Where did you go?” asked Shion with obvious disinterest. Sin and Ruiza (and Kisaki, if he would admit such a thing) looked at Asagi, obviously expecting an answer on the part of the vocalist. “Ah. Sorry to make you worried,” Asagi smiled a little. “I just went out… to the club you were talking about… Ruiza-san…”
“Reeally?” Ruiza blinked. “I don’t remember seeing you there…”
“Do you remember anything?” Shion asked the blond guitarist rather sardonically.
“Well… not really…” Ruiza blushed, suddenly remembering what little he HAD remembered that morning - which had caused him to spend an extra ten minutes in the shower. The soft lips of the tall young man on his. Expert hands fondling his erection in the corner of the small room they had found. It had been so long since he had found such satisfaction in another person. Thinking back to the moment, the guitarist made another mental vow to find the tall young sex god and have another go at him. But, looking around at his band mates, he rather thought that they wouldn’t appreciate that much information. So he just hummed and said, “I was rather busy with someone - and of course… the drinks were cheap so…”
“You’ll die one of these days,” Shion bluntly remarked.
“You’ll die of sugar,” Sin grinned, winking at the drummer. “I need to get myself an addiction. I’m positively boring next to all of you… So you met anyone there?” Sin’s sudden question caught Asagi off guard - as was his suddenly sharp-eyed glance. The vocalist turned pale, then a deep red as he remembered his first time topping the night before. Red-brown hair that tumbled over honeyed skin… and the white teeth that seemed to know all of his sensitive spots… “He did….” Ruiza was fascinated - and horrified. Shion’s eyebrows rose infinitesimally. For the first time, he looked marginally surprised. The fact that Asagi had gone out and gotten another lover (male or female was up for debate) was rather surprising. I didn’t think he’d have the guts… The drummer mused. Who would have thought… Kisaki’s grip on the remote tightened - and his lips thinned with obviously withheld anger. His eyes bore into the television’s screen. If they had been twin lasers, the television and the wall behind it would have been a small smoking crater. Watching the bassist, Asagi bit his lip and looked down at his lap, trying to look a little sorry. “Well, that’s… uh…” Ruiza didn’t know what to say that would be encouraging to both Asagi and Kisaki.
“Who was it? Do you know?” Sin asked. “Were you drunk? Did you dance much?”
“Ahh…” Asagi tipped his head. “I’d rather not say…” He smiled then, secretively - a small lifting of the lips that held a thousand promises. “I don’t kiss and tell…” For a long moment there was a long moment as the rest of the men considered what they had seen on the tape Kisaki had shown them. There was something about Asagi’s quiet statement that spoke a long diatribe against unwanted exhibitionism - and un-permitted voyeurism. It was rather shaming and even Sin was subdued with the realization that Syndrome had done a ‘very regrettable thing’. Obviously Asagi had some sort of personal code of decency which was a tad higher than the rest of the band… albeit, skewed… Not that any of us would want to be taped unawares having loving sex, Ruiza sighed. It was wrong of us to bother Kisaki and push him into a corner. It is just as much our fault as Kisaki’s… And now… He glanced at Kisaki’s stony face and Asagi’s serene one. We are all going to be paying for this…
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“He lies to us all the time,” Shion shrugged, his eyelids drooping in his usual relaxed way. “No difference really.”
“He could be cheating on Asagi!!!”
“Not the worst thing he’s done to the poor bastard,” Shion shrugged yet again. “If you think about it that way… why the surprise?” Ruiza sighed and gave up. Motivating Shion about band politics was like trying to get a rock interested in the birds which sat on it. Not that the drummer didn’t care - Not necessarily, anyway… Ruiza rolled his eyes again. I’m sure he cares deep, deep, way deep down… somewhere… Watching the man chug some sort of fruity soda, the blond sighed again. Maybe not… still… I guess it’s no surprise… it’s just… If it was hurting Asagi - would Kisaki have lied? He’s generally honest about sex. The bastard would enjoy bringing it up in front of us and Asagi and watching us all flail in embarrassment… No… There’s something going on, decided Ruiza. And I have to find out what it is. But where to start? It’s not like he’s in a small town. It was Tokyo…. But then, maybe this is a habit that isn’t very frequent… maybe… someone else might know… His hand was already reaching for his cell, a specific number in mind.
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“Ruiza! How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“Same. So what’s up…” Ruiza sighed and dragged his fingers through his blond hair. “Well, Syndrome is taking off again. Which is good. But so is Kisaki.”
“Kisaki is what?”
“Taking off.”
“Taking off.”
“Disappearing, Tetsuya-san. Is this normal?”
“For Kisaki to disappear? Sure. He did that every once in a while. Apparently, I had a chat once with the old singer for Mirage… and he said that Kisaki was a weird customer… I should have listened to that guy - but you know, I was desperate… - what was I saying?”
“You were saying Kisaki was a weird customer,” laughed Ruiza lightly, once again remembering why Tetsuya had been such a fun man to work with.
“Yes, well. Apparently, he had a habit towards the end… if you get my meaning - of disappearing somewhere. Why? Is he behaving stranger than normal?”
“Well… perhaps… He disappeared, and then told me he was hanging out with some of the guys from Mirage. And see, I bumped into the singer and some other dude who used to be in Mirage - at some sort of club - and they swear they hadn’t met up with Kisaki…”
“I understand that,” Tetsuya’s sigh rattled over the cellphone deeply. “If Kisaki’s habits are old, that is…”
“Hm. I got that feeling…”
“So… he’s a successful bastard who lies. No biggie…” There was a short bitter laugh after that comment. Ruiza hesitated and then said: “Asagi went out and had sex with some dude at the club. I’m afraid. Not just for him - but for Kisaki too. What if Kisaki is cheating on him? Or doing something illegal? I just was wondering where he would go…” “I dunno,” Tetsuya replied quickly. “But all I can say is that Kisaki does have a habit of disappearing. So I’m not surprised. And he’s a private bastard - so, his lying isn’t so hard to predict… but his response to that vocalist of yours… well, just keep an eye out for that poor fuck of yours.”
“Yeah… am doing.”
“I bet.”
“Stop it.”
“Hahaha… That’s Ruiza for you. Denial and beauty in one mix.” Ruiza huffed over the phone and pouted. “Thanks, Tetsu-chan.”
“You are welcome, Rui-chan. Good luck with your detective work.”
“I promise that I will tell all when I get to the bottom.”
“Remember one thing, Ruiza…” Tetsuya’s voice suddenly got very serious. “There are some things that aren’t meant to be unearthed. You do know that, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So be careful.”
“Will do.”
“‘Kay. Say hi to the old man Shion for me.”
“Okay. Ja!”
“Ja!” Ruiza hung up, with more resolve than ever. His eyes were going to be watching Kisaki’s every move. For all their sakes.
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A pause.
“You know why, Mother…”
A pause and then a sigh.
“I’m sorry that he doesn’t agree.” Ruiza, tilting his head ever so slightly as he inhaled some comforting smoke from his cigarette, could just see the vocalist out of the corner of his eye. The tall man’s fingers were tapping the small rake belonging to a five-by-five inch feng shui garden that sat on the night table. Scritch, scritch. The tiny rake grated along the sand and pebbles. Ruiza wondered if the crazy lines that criss-crossed the small garden resembled the intensity of Asagi’s thoughts. The vocalist’s face was pensive - eyebrows stitching together slightly in a small frown. Sensitive lips were pursed as the man nodded and then, sighed. “Father won’t be happy until I finish my training,” he said softly. “You know that, Mother. Until I become a law-abiding, hard-working citizen of Japan taking care of people in a hospital or some such profession, I’m not worth having around the house. I know you’ll miss me on New Years - but the last thing I want to see is disappointment. I can’t make promises… you know that…”
Another long pause.
“I’m doing fine.” Scritch, scritch, scritch. Pause.
“If I wasn’t, I’d be back home, picking up my schooling again.”
Pause.
“Yes.”
Pause.
“Of course, I’d be coming back. I’m not a sadist…” Scritch, scritch, scritch, scritch, scritch. Pause.
“I invested well. I’m doing fine - I just need to find something stable that I can… well… never mind… it’s - just take my word for it.”
Pause.
“I’m not pining away.”
Pause.
“No. I’m not losing weight either.”
Pause.
“I’m still working on that,” Asagi laughed then. Suddenly. And there was a definite release in tension then. The small rake stopped and rested now on the edge of the garden. “Yes. I’ll call you again sometime.”
Pause.
“I’ll talk to you later. Okay…. Yes… Yes, I will… Okay… Bye, Mother…. Bye…” Asagi tipped his head forward, ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath and set his shoulders firmly before rising up and re-entering the room he shared with Kisaki. Ruiza turned to look out over the street - more aware than ever the multiplicity of their lives. The details he would never know or understand about the men he worked alongside with. It wasn’t comforting. Review please~~~!!!