Dangerous Play

By: scarecrowslady

folder J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 20

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Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 20

Views: 2,607

Reviews: 4

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 0

Disclaimer: 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!

Dance with Me

I do not own the lyrics "Hunger" by ASP. Nor do I profit from using this song for my chapter titles. This is fanfiction. For free. Not real - but oh so enjoyable to write. Enjoy~

Dangerous Play

Chapter 18: Dance With Me

"Say all you little fellows don't you know where you belong...

Come down here in my cellar - dance with me and join the song"

It was that time of year again... that period – that season of life. Only those who knew Kisaki could tell the signs. Only those close enough to understand the mind of such a man. Jun said nothing. He was, after all, merely the second in command, the secretary and the producer’s aide rolled into one. Perhaps, merely was not an adjective to apply to such a man.

In his mind, there was firmly a picture of a tall, gawky, quiet man sitting tensely in a waiting room beneath a swinging bulb, surrounded by other tense auditioners who were relieving the stress with manga, cigarettes and energy drinks. He had sat there quietly – unobtrusive and quiet. As if he weren’t really there. Unnoticed and not standing out particularly.

But Jun had noticed. He had an eye for the dark horses. That one was a dark horse if there ever was one.

Coming from a second-rate band, from a history of purple hair, regrettable costumes and mediocre melodies, it seemed impossible to imagine what Kisaki had seen in him. And yet, within the man who was Asagi, there was something which kept Kisaki ticking beyond his time – like a bomb which had forgotten to go off.

It was time, Jun thought. This was now a matter of moments – on the cusp as it were – ready to turn.

-0-0-0-

Kisaki decided on a party. A party, he said, at a good friend’s house. It was large and had a big balcony – perfect for those hangout moments all j-rockers loved to enjoy. There would be alcohol and a few girls, he said, and some music for a little dancing. No one would be checking anyone at the door for drugs either – although the chance of stuff like that getting in and staying in was almost none. People would join them – even as far as Tokyo, because everyone knew that if there was one thing Kisaki did well besides making great bands, it was how to throw a party.

“Is it just me,” Ruiza asked as Kisaki and Asagi stepped out to have "a look at some lyrics". “... or do you get the feeling this kind of party seems rather... ominous?”

'How could a party be ominous?" asked Sin, grinning as he snagged his favourite water bottle and downed some refreshment. "It's a party. Girls. Drinks. Good music. Dancing. What's there not to enjoy?"

"Ruiza is just being paranoid, is all," Shion said dryly, idly tapping his bass drum. "Part of the territory being Ruiza, I think. C'mon. I say drinks for tonight - no karaoke. I'm tired of off-tune singing."

"Who's off-tune?" asked Sin indignantly. "I'm the one who's doing all the work! If you want good singing, pay for it and get a hot girl. Hey - let's get Kisaki and Asagi to join that way we can hear something really good!"

"Yeah... and if they say no, we could go cheap and get Ruiza drunk and get him to go for it," suggested Shion. "He's an ex-Johnny - that's why he's got all the moves."

"Ex-Johnny. Hahaha..." Sin laughed. "I forgot about that. Hey, Ruiza -"

"No," Ruiza declined flatly. "I think I'm gonna go home and try to relax. Damn... I need a smoke..."

"Okkaay..."

Sin watched the small guitarist leave for a smoke, perplexed.

"Why does he have to always be that way?"

"It's love," Shion smiled, coolly, pulling on his band mate's arm. "Just leave him to it. There's nothing better Ruiza likes to do than angst."

"He likes love too."

"There's that."

"And smoking."

"That too."

"You know, Ruiza is a complicated person."

"You could say that."

-0-0-0-

"You should wear something nice."

Asagi blinked and frowned, pulling away from Kisaki a little. The bassist fondly pulled at Asagi's long hair, enjoying the strands between his fingers and wondering how often many times he would soften before Asagi's adorable expressions. Even his frowns seemed soft and cute - like a woman. Kisaki knew, after all, the man was highly emotive - sensitive and prone to temper. Sometimes, when they hashed out a song, the bassist would notice the heat that would enter Asagi's quiet voice - and then, the vocalist would withdraw and fall silent for a while. For some reason, Kisaki could imagine Asagi counting down from ten.

I suppose he might see anger as some kind of involvement - his confidence is still very low and he perhaps does not feel safe confronting anyone - but one day, perhaps, he will find something he loves enough to fight for.

This too filled him with regret.

When I let him go, he will not hold on. What he loves - what he will learn to love - won't be me.

His decision - the party and all that signified - filled him with regret. Just knowing Asagi's potential made him want to hold on longer. But with each pasSing day, as more and more opportunities spilled in for the band, Kisaki knew he would not be able to perform with the group. Major was still that ultimate dream separated from reality with a chasm of fears.

"Kisaki-sama?"

"Sorry." Kisaki said absently, his fingers wandering down to brush over Asagi's lace top. "Just thinking."

"You said I should wear something nice - but... I thought you said I looked nice already. You chose it."

Kisaki smiled at the man's indignation.

"Vanity, vanity," Kisaki laughed a little then. "You have some pride, little one, in your tastes?"

Asagi stiffened, "I am not saying that Kisaki-sama lacks taste... Just..."

"You look beautiful. I have good taste - particularly in your underclothing -" Here, Kisaki pulled Asagi down and then rolled over pushing the vocalist back down into the mattress, smoothing back long strands of hair to place a kiss softly on the man's lips and then forehead. His hands moved down, his fingers tracing a path over lace and then slipping between Asagi's thighs.

The vocalist hissed as Kisaki's hand palmed his half-hard member through the cloth. His hips twitched instinctively upward seeking pleasure and Kisaki chuckled roughly as Asagi involuntarily gasped.

"But for the party, I want you to be beautiful... If I had my way, you would be the untouchable geisha."

"I'm not a stripper," Asagi said evenly, squirming as Kisaki's attentions got a little rougher.

Kisaki didn't reply at first, instead settling to bite the vocalist's shoulder roughly, dry humping the man. A little blood seeped out, tasting sweetly metallic on his tongue. Asagi let out a choked cry at the pain and automatically raised his hand to grab his shoulder. The bassist took the opportunity to roughly turn the vocalist over - Asagi tried to rise - Kisaki pushed him down into the pillow, suffocating him slowly. He rode the bucking vocalist's bum, pinning him down easily. When he released Asagi's head, while the vocalist tried to get back his breath, sobbing noisily, Kisaki jerked down Asagi's panties.

"You aren't - but right now you look like one getting what she deserves," Kisaki replied. "And it's hot. Fuck, I'm so turned on." He ground his hips down into Asagi's ass, proving his point as his long, hard dick rubbed up and down the tempting cleft.

"I'm not - wearing a kimono just to satisfy some kind of fantasy," Asagi protested. "Besides, it's poor taste -"

"Here we go again!" Kisaki exclaimed playfully, pulling his hips back a bit, and smacked Asagi's ass smartly. "Talking about my poor sense of taste."

Asagi bit his lip and tried to pull his legs up - but Kisaki would have none of it. Leaning forward, he kissed, nipped and licked his way down Asagi's back, pulling up the thin lace top for better access to the vocalist's pale skin. There were marks there - on his thin back, remaining from their last heated joining. Pulling the top up over Asagi's head, effectively pinning the vocalist's arms, Kisaki pushed Asagi's legs apart and his ass up. He could see the butt plug he had placed there, earlier in the evening. Without warning, he removed it and Asagi's back tensed, thrumming with expectation for Kisaki - but the bassist had other ideas.

He pushed Asagi's head down again, into the pillow; and as the vocalist panicked and thrashed, Kisaki carefully inserted his dick into Asagi's ass. It was a rough ride but delicious nonetheless - and at the end, it left Kisaki satisfied, panting and gasping in climax. As for Asagi's opinion on the matter... Kisaki shrugged. If the man couldn't enjoy what was good for him, that was no fault of his.

The bassist went off to get some tea, smacking Asagi's red ass on the way out.

"Get yourself cleaned up, idiot," he said before leaving the room.

Asagi peeled himself off the sweaty sheets and staggered to the shower, exhausted. He wondered yet again why he was going through with all this - when things were more than certain to turn badly.

I'm an idiot. I deserve this. Besides, what else can I do? What options lay before me? None. I'm alone on this one. He wasn't sure if he would be able to look at pillows the same way again.

-0-0-0-

When Jun opened the door to the 'friend's penthouse', Asagi nodded peaceably. It made sense, after all... Jun had been there for Kisaki since time immemorial. It reminded him sharply of the day he took the audition and signed the contract. Now, after such a time together, it was coming to a close. He could feel it to his bones. A heavy, depressed feeling which didn't put him in a mood for socializing, much less partying. But Jun pressed a glass of wine into his hand with a smile, welcoming smile in place. The perfect host.. Asagi watched the wine swirl around the goblet and lifted it to his nose, sniffed appreciatively. High quality stuff.

Eyes wandering the room, Asagi looked for Kisaki in the crowd. He wondered if the bassist would be mad at him for showing up in nicely tight fitting jeans, a silk shirt (which clung to all the right places) and suit jacket.

Sure enough, when Kisaki caught sight of the vocalist, he sighed. It wasn't a geisha outfit. Damn... But Asagi didn't look bad either - in fact, the opposite. The bassist was sure that he wasn't the only one appreciating how those jeans hugged Asagi's long legs, accentuating the man's gorgeous thighs and ass. He was sure that before the night had ended, a few of the other guests were definitely going to try to cop a feel.

Should I warn him? Kisaki shrugged. Let him learn. If he thinks he can hide behind normalcy and trickle away to some dark corner, he's going to have to think again.

So Kisaki began the night with a small speech thanking everyone for coming. He mentioned that later on, he would make a small announcement about something else - and encouraged everyone to say hello to his fellow band mates, particularly the brilliant vocalist Asagi-san.

Asagi who? A few asked.

Asagi was pointed out. He smiled shyly, waved and returned to his conversation with Shion, clearly resisting the lure into the limelight.

What a little one, Kisaki thought. But his voice is like no other - and it will set him apart. He will go major... and when he does...I wonder what that will do to him...

Once again, regret filled him, but now he knew it was too late. The die had been cast - and there was nothing he could do but reap the consequences.

-0-0-0-

"It's not just an anniversary party, is it?" asked Ruiza, eying Kisaki as four of the Syndrome members looked over the crowd. "We've come to the end, haven't we?"

"You think so?" Kisaki asked. "This is not an easy decision -"

"I thought your mind was made up already," was the short rejoinder. "I have had a feeling lately..."

"Good man," nodded the bassist. "Nothing evades your eye, Rui-chan."

"Well, it was a great run," Shion shrugged. "You going to make an announcement tonight?"

"We could." A pause. "I could."

"This is shit," Sin swore, downing his drink a little too quickly. "Fuck."

"You gotta let Asagi know," Ruiza added, looking around for the tall, retiring Singer. "It's a big shock. I should go tell him."

"I'll do it," Kisaki shook his head. "What we have... is just between us."

The tall bassist gave the others a look.

"I'm gonna get drunk," Sin said glumly.

-0-0-0-

As the night went on, Kisaki made sure everything ran smoothly. He had a few drinks himself, but he was more careful to ply everyone else with the alcohol that had been provided. His good friend - Jun - was also keeping an eye out at the door for any unwanted guests - already a few had tried to gate crash - but only the really popular musicians were allowed entrance.

Besides keeping an eye out on the dancers, the alcohol and the music, Kisaki also kept track of his young protege. Asagi had remained, for the most part, sitting. At one point, he had been pushed into having a slow dance with a young lady who had arrived. Gentlemanly as always, he took her around the floor a few times, more tense than ever, his dark eyes darting around for Kisaki, obviously worried that this wouldn't be allowed.

But he couldn't spot Kisaki - and the bassist let the vocalist worry, enjoying the fact that for one last evening, no one would be able to compete against his power over Asagi. So he sent a few more drinks Asagi's way and watched as the vocalist, over a couple hours of time became a little more relaxed and giggly than usual. It was cute.

Kisaki drew close to Asagi and pulled him away gently.

"Hey..." Asagi protested. "We were just at the good part!"

"I think you need to calm down," Kisaki smiled, hand at Asagi's elbow as the vocalist made his wobbily way over to the bar. "You want ANOTHER drink?"

"Well... they said - they said -" Asagi didn't get to finish because a few other men quietly showed up on either side and started to order for him.

Kisaki smiled as Asagi tried to frown. Obviously the vocalist was not an angry drunk. His expression came off more adorable than threatening.

"I can - can get my own drinks," he slurred a little towards the end. "I'm f-fine."

"I'm sure you are," said one of the men. "You are definitely fine."

The other one's laughed.

"I'm afraid he's off bounds," Kisaki interjected meaningfully. "Sorry."

He wasn't.

"Well... this is a free country - a man can give or withhold himself if he wants... I never heard of a friend speaking -"

"Hush, Katano," the third man said. "They're obviously together."

"Well, then let's make it a six-some."

Kisaki blinked.

"If that's not okay, our fine host can do all the work and we can just watch. Hands off - as it were. And if he needs help, I'm sure we can do our best to... pitch in..."

Kisaki laughed then. It seemed like the craziest thing he had heard in awhile. It piqued his interest. The idea sparked something inside - as he watched Asagi choke down two more shots.

Besides, Asagi has done voyeurism before, he told himself. And he's drunk. He probably won't feel - or even remember a thing. In fact, he might even enjoy it. It would be the ultimate goodbye.

"Asagi," he said.

The vocalist turned to him and looked up inquiringly.

"It's time," Kisaki said.

Asagi shook his head.

"Wha-?"

"It's time," Kisaki repeated, "for our swan song."

-0-0-0-

The room Jun silently offered was soundproofed - or so he said. Kisaki didn't think it really mattered seeing as the music had been turned up again and talking - much less muffled screaming - was almost impossible to be heard. Jun left quickly, returning to his post at the door, answering the knocks and letting in the chosen few.

Kisaki meanwhile surveyed the room and noted the things Jun had pulled out for him. Jun knew him well - having been Kisaki's playmate from the beginning. When all would fall apart, Kisaki knew, Jun would be there, to pick up the pieces. Already, watching Asagi sitting on the bed sullenly, he could feel it - as though someone was tugging at the very fabric of his existence - pulling so hard that he was unravelling even faster than before. He supposed then, belatedly, that medication and alcohol should never mix.

"Undress," Kisaki said.

Asagi frowned and pointed at the four men who were sitting and watching them with interest.

"Why are they here?"

Kisaki slapped him and watched coolly as Asagi reeled weakly onto the mattress. His hand touched his cheek experimentally and he glared up at Kisaki.

"The audience," Kisaki replied evenly. "Do as I say. Or they will help you undress. Your choice."

Asagi began to pluck at his buttons and managed to pull his jacket and then shirt off. It was a laborious process, but eventually he was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing Kisaki's favourite undershirt (the black lace tank) and underpants - black lace panties which set off Asagi's thighs and ass. One of the men whistled appreciatively. Tension in the room racketed up several degrees.

Kisaki pulled down his favourite cuffs and pulled Asagi to his knees on the bed, positioning the man with his hands raised above his head. A ball gag went in the vocalists mouth - and after palming Asagi's cock into semi-erection, Kisaki fastened a cock ring around the man's genitalia. Asagi whimpered behind his ball gag, but Kisaki ignored him. This was his time. Asagi would Sing.

Digging around the drawer, the bassist pulled out a particularly long, ribbed dildo. There was a switch on one end and when he turned it on, it vibrated loudly in the suddenly very quiet room. Pulling the ball gag out, Kisaki pushed the dildo between Asagi's lips, forcing the vocalist to lubricate the toy. Before he inserted it, though, Kisaki carefully stretched the vocalist's asshole enjoying the tiny sounds of pained pleasure emerging from Asagi. Switching the vibrator to on, he enjoyed the sight of Asagi's flush, twitching body - the vocalist's arousal growing and yet unreleased.

It would be painful by the end. He hoped.

Choosing Jun's favourite flogger, Kisaki trailed the tip down Asagi's heaving rip cage, tense back and in between the cleft to nudge the dildo. Asagi spread his legs open a little more and Kisaki knew that if the the vocalist could give voice he would be begging by now. As it was, the bassist knew that Asagi would be screaming for release by the end of this dangerous play.

He let the vocalist simmer with tension and then, drawing back, Kisaki positioned himself carefully before carefully applying the flog to Asagi's back. There was no way for one to scientifically describe the following moments. The air grew heady with passion - several men had unzipped their trousers and were masturbating openly. Asagi twisted in his restraints trying evade each strike but Kisaki was everywhere.

With delight he watched as the beads of blood joined together in long red streaks and he threw the whip away to drag his nails across the gouged flesh. Asagi's wrists were reddened and sore as jerked on the cuffs - and he begun to cry. A thin trail of blood already ran down his forearm.

Kisaki left Asagi for a moment - to pour himself a glass of wine. It wasn't soothing as tea, but it would allow his prey to breath a little - and calm him down a bit as well. Objectivity was important. This way, the game could last longer.

If we are to end it, Asagi, he thought bitterly. Let us end it with a bang.

After a couple of sips, Kisaki wandered over to the drawer and considered a few more of the toys. There was the paddle. He'd want that. And clamps. Clamps.

Hmmm...

Asagi's eyes widened a little as Kisaki added the clamps to his partner's hard nipples. There was a little chain attached, which he added to Asagi's cock. He disappeared from Asagi's view which made Asagi quiver with tension. Asagi whimpered as his torn back muscles contracted painfully.

Without warning, Kisaki applied the paddle to Asagi's ass, reddening it from the get go. It was wide, flat and had a pair of garish pink lips decorating the back.

Two.

Asagi was squirming now, more than ready for release. His knees shifted closer. Kisaki frowned.

Three.

Asagi needed further containment, Kisaki decided. He lowered the paddle and pulled out Jun's silk rope. Expertly he bound Asagi's ankles to his thighs and attached a thin bar between the vocalists knees, spreading the vocalist's legs apart.

Back to the paddle again. Four.

This time the vocalist jerked but there was nowhere he could turn. Asagi's ass was now a deep red - and Kisaki could bet that the vocalist felt like he was on fire.

Five.... Six... Seven...

-0-0-0-

Ruiza was feeling more uneasy by the minute. The party had gone off well - better than he had expected - but now, things were starting to feel bad again. Instinctively, he felt that there was something missing. After several minutes of looking around, Ruiza realized that the two important ingredients to the evening, Asagi and Kisaki, were missing. His stomach hardened into a tiny knot. This wasn't good.

"Ruiza - there you are - look who's here!" Sin was excited. Apparently a few of his friends were there. And friends of friends - and...

"Mi-kun?" asked Ruiza, stunned. "What are you doing here?"

"You know him?" asked Sin.

"Do you?"

"No. But... it's a party. What else are parties for?"

"Dancing," said Mi-kun promptly. He smiled a quick smile at Ruiza and together they moved out onto the dance floor.

After fifteen minutes of dancing, Ruiza dragged Mi-kun away to the balcony, surreptitiously looking around, hoping to find Kisaki with Asagi somewhere in a dark corner making out. No such luck.

"You're worried again," Mi-kun said. "Not partying at all."

"I'm worried," Ruiza said. "What I said."

"About Asagi..."

"The guy."

"Yeah. Whom you don't love."

"Yes - no... I still don't know. What I do know is that I don't have a good feeling about this. At all."

"We could look for him. It's not THAT large of a house."

"Yeah..." Ruiza looked around.

Paused.

"Where is the bedroom?"

-0-0-0-

When the tenth stroke, Asagi was beyond pain and pleasure. He was somewhere in a heaven and hell - a mindless kind of place - Kisaki could not hear his voice or his feelings - Asagi was where was meant to be - where he deserved to be. A wanton begging thing, legs spread, crying for release in front of four men who were jacking off furiously at the sight of miserable existence.

When Kisaki fucked him with the vibrating dildo, he bucked and moved against the bassist's hand without thought - just instinct - just desire. When Kisaki withdrew it, he moaned with horror - and for a moment, his world seemed to turn upside down as his pleasure was taken away, leaving only pain.

There was whispering. He whimpered as someone's fingers replaced the dildo. Three fingers. Not Kisaki's hard calloused fingers. Smooth ones.

Kisaki...

Asagi twisted trying to find him.

This isn't -

Kisaki appeared in front of his face, standing on the bed, pants to his knees displaying his half hard cock proudly. Asagi raised his reddened wet eyes up at Kisaki even as his body betrayed him, enjoying the unknown person's fingers up his ass. Three of them, now four.

I thought we had an agreement, his eyes begged. This was just to be between us - you promised -

The bassist smirked, clamped a hand over Asagi's nose, forcing the vocalist to open his mouth and forced his cock down the vocalist's throat. Asagi tried to focus - but as the four fingers squirmed uncomfortably in a place no fingers were meant to go, he found himself finding it difficult -

Whap! Kisaki slapped Asagi, jarring him and the fingers jammed further up his ass - he could feel the pinky stretching him even further. Focus. In a daze he managed to apply his tongue properly, paying attention to Kisaki's cock. He nibbled, bit, sucked and licked - and when Kisaki came into Asagi's throat, the vocalist managed to gag it down and fall back in a daze as the five fingers stretched him wider. Blood was running down his thighs now. Kisaki had left him ungagged - Asagi was gasping now, begging Kisaki to let him go -

To Kisaki's ears, it was a sweet sound. He watched as the hand fully entered the vocalist and began to pump in and out. Before the vocalist could voice another cry of pain, the bassist beckoned to another man and gestured at Asagi.

-0-0-0-

"Kazuki," Mi-kun said, his normally gleeful eyes dark and serious. "We have a problem."

Kazuki looked at the short guitarist inquiringly. This was really strange. Granted, Miyabi was strange as a rule these days - but being cramped in a bathroom with two men was definitely weirder than normal.

"You guys have a problem? What happened? Mi-kun - what did you do now?"

"It's not me," Mi-kun said, indignantly. "It's Rui-chan's friend."

"Who?"

"Asagi-san. This is really really sensitive."

"Hence, the bathroom."

"We need to find the bedroom."

"Bedroom... guys... what kind of problem are we talking about here?" Kazuki asked. "If you are wanting some kind of foursome, I'm out."

"No, no," Ruiza waved his hands. "We need to find the master bedroom and see if Asagi is okay. If something embarrassing happened to him at this party - he'd be - well, devastated. For real."

"I thought I saw him with Kisaki," Kazuki said, bewildered. "He should be fine."

"Just what we are worried about," Mi-kun said.

Ruiza added: "Kisaki has been behaving strangely - so I guess... I just don't trust him. Not with Asagi-san. Not if Asagi-san has been drinking. He's not a heavy drinker as a rule -"

"Okay, okay..."

"But we can't just ask. Jun owns the place. He won't let us find it easily."

"We're talking about an apartment," Kazuki said. "How hard can it be."

Ruiza and Mi-kun just looked at each other. "We should get going."

-0-0-0-

Asagi's mouth was once again filled this time with another man. And Kisaki watched as Asagi's ass and mouth were raped by the two men. Asagi was his after all - to have, to play with, to give away, to lend - to let go -

After a few minutes, the man orgasmed, the gentleman who was fisting Asagi withdrew and everyone switched places. Kisaki forced his now ready cock into Asagi's more than ready ass. He pumped in and out roughly, while one of the men expertly twisted Asagi's nipple clamps and stroked Asagi's now angrily swollen cock.

Minutes seemed to pass by like hours - but Kisaki rode out the orgasm sweetly and let two of the men have the vocalist. He wasn't interested in sharing a ride - but it was interesting to see how two men could wring pleasure out of the timid vocalist. Two of them went at it at a time and when Jun came in to tell the bassist that it was closing in on one o'clock, Kisaki knew that it was finally at an end.

-0-0-0-

He had somehow found a way in, thankful that his band mates had friends who could help get them into the party of the season. It was everything had expected to see: high quality refreshments, rivers of alcohol, rocking music, hot ladies and ready dancers. For several hours, he had passed around the room, slowly beginning to meet new friends. Apparently it was being hosted by some band called Syndrome.

"You never heard of them?" asked one rocker. "Where have you been living? Under a rock?"

"Kisaki is THE man to start with if you want to get into the business," another had added. "He's been the manager of many successful bands."

"But he's never gone major, right?" he asked. "That's... kinda..."

"It's the way things are," shrugged the first rocker. "Going major can end up really tough for some people. You lose your freedom of expression and end up losing the visual aspect. Part and parcel of being famous."

"The person I work for in the end will never be like that," he vowed.

"You tell yourself that. Anyway. Kisaki's throwing the party. I guess he's going to announce something about Syndrome. Maybe they are getting a new member?"

"I don't know. The vocalist is kinda hot."

"You think so? Not my type."

"Ever heard him Sing? It's like... an angel - or something..."

"Like Gackt-sama."

"No. No... Different."

"Where is the vocalist," he asked.

"I don't know..."

-0-0-0-

The men thanked him civilly, freshened up and left without a word. Asagi was gently lowered to the bed, curling up instinctively. Jun just shook his head and also left. Kisaki pulled Asagi up by the hair and, running his hands down Asagi's tense body, he unclasped Asagi's cock and within a few moments, wrung painful pleasure out of the almost dazed vocalist.

"Kisaki -" Jun put his head in the door tersely. "You need to go -"

-0-0-0-

Ruiza turned the corner and looked down the darkened hallway, there was a crack of light and four men emerged looking relaxed and loose-limbed. For a moment, the blond wondered where they had been and who they were - when he realized, panic escalating -

"They've just had sex," he said to Mi-kun.

Mi-kun considered them.

"Good stuff, too," he said. "Where did they get it?"

"Not funny!" Ruiza said. "Look, they came out of this hallway. See that crack of light down there?"

"To the light!"

"No wait - we can't just barge in. Let's make sure that we can't make a fuss."

Kisaki and Jun emerged a few seconds later. The DJ was offering Kisaki the microphone and Jun was standing to the side. Music died down as the guests gathered together. Ruiza lingered, looking at Kisaki critically.

The tall bassist was calm and collected. Relaxed even. He was thanking the guests for coming to celebrate his band. He was thanking his band mates. Polite applause. Thanking the staff. Thanking Jun. More polite applause. He was announcing the break up of Syndrome - Shock set in.

Sin and Shion showed up at Ruiza's elbow - everything seemed to be in slow motion. Mi-kun was beckoning at him frantically - his eyes wide. Ruiza, Sin and Shion followed Mi-kun down the hallway, amidst the buzz of voices. The music had re-started. He stepped into the room and looked across. Kazuki was sitting on one side of the bed, looking stupidly down at his hands which were red.

Then everything seemed to de-compress and then compress - almost as though his head were an accordion and sound accompanied each breath. Suddenly, he was aware of sound crashing down - his gasps, the deafening music, Sin freaking out, Shion disappearing into the bathroom to throw up.

"We need to get him to the hospital."

"And fast," added Miyavi, his face white.

"This is fucked up! Seriously!"

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" Sin backed away at the sight of the pale, unmoving figure of Asagi.

"Wrap him up and take him out the back," Jun's voice broke into the hub-bub. "And be quiet about it."

"Jun - you beast!" Shion and Mi-kun managed to hold back the tiny guitarist from tearing into the quiet man. "You are one messed up fuck - you know that?"

"You should be quiet," Jun replied calmly. "Not just for Kisaki's sake -"

"Screw Kisaki!"

"But for Asagi-san's sake as well. He's fallen unconscious - but he needs to go to a hospital that can be confidential - that or call in a doctor and meet at his house. Those are your options. I suggest you leave quietly. Some of you will have to stay - because of the announcement."

"Well, I can stay," Shion shrugged. "It's not like we didn't know it was happening."

"Holy crap, the band is breaking up too!" Sin shook his head. "This is so messed up."

"No kidding," Mi-kun shook his head. "Here, let's get him moving."

Ruiza followed the three out into the hallway. They had bundled Asagi up as carefully as they could and, faking he had passed out - which he had, Ruiza thought. Just not from the drink... Kinda ironic...

Sin and Shion stayed behind with Kisaki and fielded the questions. It is remarkable how easy it was to just go along with it, Ruiza thought. And perhaps, in the end, we are all relieved. And thankful. Just thankful that it is all over.

Just hold on, Asagi. It's all over. You survived. You are free.

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