Four Twenty-Eight

Title: Four Twenty-Eight (1/2)

Fandom: JRock, Alice Nine

Pairings: Tora x Shou

Rating: NC-17

Summary: A mediocre band practice becomes an outlet for more than just creative tension.

Notes: This fic was inspired by Velvet and the velvet PV. It started with one paragraph and evolved into something entirely different than was planned. I chose this pairing because it's so rare and I don't know why. I wanted to write a piece about it, because in my opinion they have a very deliciously unexplored chemistry.

Disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing to do with the people mentioned in this fiction. It's just for fun.

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It's like a Velvet parallel. Four Twenty-Eight when the music shudders and all falls quiet. Nothing but the air whispering past your ear; brushing by your cheek like a kind stranger's hand. Controlling the mechanism, before it all returns; crashing back down like a tidal wave of sound and broken anticipation.

And that's what it feels like, Shou muses, as Tora takes him again and again and again.

Or what it would feel like, Shou imagined. But Shou shouldn't be musing about such things during band practice. Especially when said band practice is going so incredibly down the drain.

"There's nothing wrong with my timing after the second bridge. If anything's wrong here, it's Nao's inability to keep tempo!" Hiroto insisted.

"Well maybe I wouldn't be so off if a certain singer would stop distracting me with his inability to remember the words to our own fucking songs!" Nao retorted icily.

Shou snapped back to reality upon hearing his name mentioned. He glared at Nao as the comment finally sunk in. "Perhaps I'd have a better hold on the lyrics if I had been given more than 12 hours notice to re-learn them all!" he snapped incredulously.

Saga sighed and watched wearily as his band slowly retreated into a festering pool of immaturity. Tora
groaned miserably and rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in frustration.

"We have a live in less than 24 hours, can't we just run through one set without the massively ill-timed drama?" Saga requested desperately.

"What's ill-timed is how Shou keeps mind-humping Tora with his eyes while we're trying to hold rehearsal," Nao said cheekily, a vicious grin spreading across his face.

When Shou raised his microphone stand high above his head and lunged at the drummer, Tora figured it was probably time for an intervention. He managed to grab the vocalist by the back of his jacket just in time to halt his less-than-good-intentioned band mate. Shou yelped as he was yanked back by the guitarist.

"Let me go!" he growled.

"Let's talk," Tora answered firmly as he began to pull the struggling vocalist off the stage.

"They're off to do some real humping," Hiroto giggled.

"Why you-"

Tora had to genuinely exert his strength over Shou as the slightly shorter man lunged with a renewed strength towards his currently-infuriating band mates.

Amused with the event unraveling before them, Saga, Nao, and Hiroto shared a knowing look as they watched Tora drag their vocalist out stage-left. They could hear Shou ranting heatedly even after the stage door slammed shut.

Tora continued tugging the flailing vocalist down the empty backstage hallway, Shou's unlaced shoes squeaking along the shiny tiles as his sullen voice echoed off the bare walls. When Tora felt they were a safe distance from the rest of the band he finally let Shou go.

"Would you get a grip?" the guitarist chided.

"It's not my fault they're being a bunch of ASSHOLES!" Shou gestured wildly, shouting in the general direction of the stage, as if his band mates would hear the insult.

Tora tried to hide the smirk forming on his lips with his hand.

"It's not funny, Tora!" Shou insisted, his expression becoming somewhat horrified.

"I think it's quite funny, actually," Tora stated, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall behind him. "The idea that you have a crush. On me no less. Utterly blasphemous, ne?" he inquired, hitching an eyebrow at the vocalist.

"Blasphemous. Yes. Absolutely," Shou stammered, looking an awful lot like a deer in headlights.

"Because you wouldn't happen to be harboring such incredibly ludicrous feelings about me, now would you?"
Tora went on, watching with delight as the other man became increasingly uncomfortable beneath his relentless interrogation.

"Of course not! No such feelings...Ridiculous!" Shou bit his lip nervously.

And for Tora, that gave him away completely. "I see," the guitarist said.

A contemplative silence befell both men. Shou began to run the toe of his shoe across the lines of the floor, trying to keep his eyes shrouded from the other man. Finally, when he'd had enough, Tora spoke up again. This time, his low voice was draped in a serious tone.

"It's all right here in front of you Shou-kun. All you have to do is take it."

Shou's head rose at the suggestion and he suddenly looked terribly frightened. The vocalist stumbled over his reply, his eyes growing wide as saucers, "Tora I-"

"This is it, Shou. One chance. What will it be?"

Shou's breathing became heavy again and his eyes were darting wildly about as if in the most painfully
desperate deliberation. And then, like a match to kerosene, something seemed to ignite within him and he
brought those gleaming doe-eyes steadily back to Tora's expectant and confident gaze.

Without another word, he made two short strides, quickly closing the distance between them. He grabbed Tora's coat by the lapels and brought the other man's lips down to his, releasing a throaty moan at the contact.

Tora broke away from the kiss soon after it began, catching the vocalist off guard and searching Tora's eyes for reassurance. Tora smiled gently. "You know, people don't usually go around making out with those whom they have absolutely no feelings for-"

"Oh would you just shut up and kiss me, Tora-kun!" Shou whined, growing inpatient with Tora's affectionate teasing.

The guitarist's smile only grew as he captured Shou's pouting mouth with his own. Shou could feel the smile through the kiss, and he swore he could feel everything the other man was pouring into it.

Tora was trying his best not to smile too wide, knowing that it made kissing somewhat of a challenge, but he was unable to quell the amorous feelings Shou was awakening in him. He had always had a vague physical attraction to the other man, but never had he felt such an intense urge to act on the impulse before. He supposed it was the confirmation that set off the spark, knowing that Shou felt similar, if not the same.

He could feel the vocalist's tongue begging for entrance, and he granted the access willingly, groaning as he felt Shou's tongue exploring the warm cavern of his mouth.

Suddenly Shou paused his ministrations, but didn't step back. His grip on Tora's lapels was so strong that his knuckles were beginning to whiten.

"Take me," he breathed, his voice husky and laced with desire.

Tora hadn't expected the vocalist to be so bold, but he had to admit that it excited him even more.

"Here?" Tora questioned, unsure if their current settings were entirely appropriate.

"Why not?" Shou asked, eyes steadily searching Tora's striking features for appeasement.

"They're all just right over there," Tora reminded Shou, cocking his head in the direction of the stage they had just exited and their awaiting band mates.

"I don't care," Shou whispered, his lowered tone both suggestive and mischievous. He tugged on Tora's lapels childishly, as if the action would cause the other man to give in thoughtlessly.

"Has anyone ever told you how absolutely maddening you are?"

Shou had about two whole seconds to prepare his most offended expression, before Tora came swooping down on him. The guitarist wrapped his arms around Shou's slender waist, pulling the vocalist as close to him as possible, the whole while ravaging Shou's full lower lip with his teeth. The action was drawing the most infectious noises out from Shou's pliant mouth.

Tora should have seen it coming, as he had felt the increasingly weak stance of the man against him. But as Shou's legs finally gave out, the guitarist found himself in a less-than-convenient situation, toppling onto the vocalist as well as the hard floor beneath them.

"Ow," Shou stated flatly, his breathing labored beneath Tora's weight.

"Sorry," Tora giggled, crawling his way up Shou's splayed out torso like a tiger after its captive prey. He let his hands linger approvingly as they slipped under the fabric of Shou's shirt. "Lift up for me," he rasped and Shou complied.

Tora pulled the rumpled shirt over Shou's head and, before the vocalist could fall back to the cool floor, he hooked an arm behind Shou's back. The kiss was slow and gentle, as if Tora was memorizing the taste and shape of Shou's mouth. He ran his tongue over Shou's bottom lip and tugged at the supple flesh once more before pulling away.

He guided Shou back to the floor with ease, only removing the arm behind the vocalist's back when he was sure his lover was steady. Once satisfied with their positions, he began kissing and licking his way down Shou's chest, stopping to take a firm nipple into his mouth.

He swirled his tongue round and round about the sensitive flesh, causing Shou to groan and arch his back. Tora gave the hardened nub one final dart of his tongue before he mimicked the motions down to the hollow of Shou's stomach. After placing several chaste kisses upon the area that rose and fell with Shou's every breath, he dipped his tongue into Shou's navel and delighted in the mixture of surprise and pleasure that it drew from the vocalist. The sound encouraged Tora to finally return his gaze back up to Shou, and it nearly ended the whole proceeding right then and there with what he saw before him.

Shou was a bundle of tweaked nerves, practically writhing on the floor with anticipation. His eyes were elegantly closed, his mouth was open in a silent gasp, and his already unruly hair was an absolute mess. His tenuous arms were flung above his head in a manner that suggested utter and complete abandon.

Shou looked positively radiant, and Tora was sure that he was completely unaware of what it was doing to him. The guitarist couldn't stop the words that came spilling from his mouth like forgotten wine.

"I need you now," he rasped, his hold on Shou's hips tightening with every passing moment. Shou simply nodded at Tora's request, all desire of foreplay becoming shadowed by his mounting lust to feel the guitarist inside of him; all around him. Without any further hesitation, the vocalist reached between them and began fumbling with the cool metal button of his slacks. He finally freed the nuisance and looked up to see that Tora had been gazing at him intently throughout the entire ordeal.

"A little help?" Shou insisted sheepishly. Tora smiled that same smile again and hooked his fingers into the loops of Shou's slacks, pulling them from Shou's narrow hips in one fluid motion. The vocalist hissed at the sensation of the material running over his length.

Tora had already sucked a single digit into his mouth and was beginning to probe Shou's tight entrance when the vocalist unexpectedly interrupted his actions.

"Tora-kun," he whispered, finding his hands weaving into the guitarist's dark hair. He arched up just enough to touch his lips lightly to the other mans. "No prep. No time," he said slowly.

"But you'll-"

"It's ok," Shou insisted, touching his nose to Tora's playfully. "Don't make me wait any longer."

Tora knit his brow and still looked slightly apprehensive about Shou's request, but took the vocalist's behavior as a green light. As it was, he was having a difficult time quelling the impatient desire in his own loins. He didn't think he could truly put up a fight now, even if he tried.

"Guys, what's the fucking hold up?"

Tora groaned. According to Nao's unexpected and rather demanding inquiry he would be engaging in that fight after all.

Shou became instantly stiff at the sound of Nao's voice echoing down the hall and around the corner. Tora gave the vocalist's lips one more (regrettably) quick kiss before extracting himself from Shou's suddenly languid embrace. Wordlessly, as if dressing a small child, he tugged Shou's pants back up to his waist before he stood.

When the other man failed to move from his horizontal position on the floor, Tora rolled his eyes and extended a hand.

"Come on, Shou."

Shou didn't take Tora's invitation, instead let his arms remain thrust above his head, his breathing still heavy as he stared irritably back at the guitarist. "You...expect me...to go back to practice...like this?!"

The singer didn't need to gesture to any particular region of his anatomy. Tora knew exactly what he meant. The dark-haired man stifled a laugh at their predicament. "There's time, Shou-kun. We have time," he insisted as he bent over to grab Shou by the front of his shirt.

Much to the vocalist's dismay, he was lifted from the floor and slung back towards the direction of the stage like an overused ragdoll. Tora even added a nice slap to Shou's shapely backside as he pushed the other man forward.

Shou whipped around to face Tora's devilish grin. "Oh, you're gonna get it-" He was interrupted by Nao's further interrogation as they rounded the corner.

"Shou, where the fuck is your shirt?"

Tora couldn't contain his amusement as Shou glared back at the mirthful guitarist.

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PART 2 IN THE WORKS!

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Thank you for reading! I labored over this one. When I got to the middle of it, I practically hit a brick wall and couldn't do anything with it for about three weeks. It was like pulling teeth. That's why I decided to make it a two part fic instead of a one-shot. Because honestly, I need to work some kinks out first. I'm still not entirely satisfied with how part 1 came out, but I figured I'd post it nonetheless. As always, feedback is not necessary but deeply appreciated.