Nefarious Activities

Warnings: Some language, I think. Mild AsagixHide-zouxRuiza. Blink and you miss it! :)

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"Got it?"

"Yeah."

"Whoa."

"Yeah."

"That's...." Ruiza was speechless.

"Yeah."

"Hot."

"I know. Perfect, right?" Hide-zou grinned with pride.

"Yeah..."

"Wearing this, who'd resist?"

"Yeah... need help with it?"

"Sure."

"Strip and we'll see how this goes..."

"'Kay..."

Time: 1:10 pm

Location: D Dressing Room

There was nothing but the light rustling of cotton as Hide-zou's pants hit the floor.

"Ready?" Ruiza asked, holding his hands out.

"Sure."

"Let's do this."

"'Kay..."

Slight grunts.

"Jeez.... this is... so... tight...." Hide-zou panted after a few seconds...

"But so hot."

"I'm losing circulation here..."

"I've not gotten to your thighs yet!"

Hide-zou grunted in response.

Ruiza eased back and snickered.

"What?" Hide-zou asked, his brows furrowed. Annoyed, he swatted a stray piece of red and blonde hair off his nose.

"You're fat!" Ruiza tried to stifle a laugh and failed.

Hide-zou's mouth dropped open.

"Wh-Wh-Wha- FAT?" He flushed. "Am NOT!"

"All that ramen..." Ruiza clucked his tongue.

Hide-zou's face was a picture of hurt, horror and suprise.

"H-Hey!" He pulled away - then caught sight of Ruiza's twitching lips. "How DARE YOU, RUIZA! I'm gonna -"

Jumping forward awkwardly, Hide-zou attempted to shake his friend. Ruiza laughed, stepped away, tripped on the clothes Hide-zou had carelessly dropped on the floor, fell down hard and Hide-zou toppled over.

"Mean! Cruel! Heartless!"

Punctuating his protests with whacks on Ruiza's head, Hide-zou pinned the guitarist down - not realizing that they had a rather shocked audience.

"We don't have time for this -" Ruiza said between giggles. "Get your pants on -"

"I can't - and it's NOT cause I'm fat - take that back! All I did for you!"

"Come on -" Ruiza, rolling over saw the toes of a particularly expensive pair of leather boots.
"They're.... gonna.... be back any... minute...." He petered off.

Hide-zou froze, still perched precariously on Ruiza's back, his newest pair of leather pants still half off -

Silence blanketed the room.

"Errrrrrrrr......." Ruiza coughed, trying to find a good way to break the awkwardness.

"Asagi-san," Hide-zou ventured slowly, unsure of what to make of Asagi's blank expression

Asagi twitched, did a one-eighty and yanked the door open hurriedly. Paused.

"Ruiza..." He said in a strangled voice.

"Yes?"

"Try to keep things... professional around here, alright?" A warning then. "Such activities at the work place are...."

"What activities?" Hide-zou pushed off Ruiza and yanked his pants up desperately, managing to squeeze into the tiny, low-riding waistline. "I was, er, trying on a new pair of pants and needed help..." He blushed, realizing how this looked.

"Yes, yes, that's how it is!" Ruiza added brightly.

Asagi turned to stare at Hide-zou and his newest pair of leather pants. He blinked, turned a light red

- Must be the lighting, thought Hide-zou dazedly.

- and twitched again.

"Yes. I see. Well... then..." Asagi collected his thoughts together. "Please... keep... future... pant-trying-on... No. I mean. Just... don't try on pants here..." He ended incoherently with a strangled voice and fled the room.

"Was he pissed? Or embarassed?" Ruiza wondered, getting to his feet, appraising the pants now sculpting Hide-zou's tight ass.

"Hm... I think he liked it..."

Ruiza smacked the guitarist on the head.

"Dream on..."

"No. Really... did you see the blush?"

"I think you are on crack. Yes. Crack."

"Why only me?"

"I must be too..." Ruiza stared at himself mournfully in the mirror, imagining himself in bright blue leather pants. "Why else am I here with you?"

"So cruel."

"Hide-zou..."

"Hm?"

"Let's get going. Asagi's going to blow a gasket."

"Hai, hai..."

They picked up their guitars and left.

Another pair of leather pants. Another day well spent. Another chance for Asagi.

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