Flashing Lights - Chapter 4
Chapter: 4
Pairing(s): Hizumi x Uruha & Zero x Uruha (one-sided)
Character(s): Karyu & Tsukasa
Band(s): D'espairsRay & the GazettE
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Zero tries to find out more about Uruha and drags Karyu into his crazy plan.
Author's Notes: Sue me for picking a terrible name for Uruha =X
“Hey, Hizumi~” Zero says, entering the hotel room, and notices the blonde just stepping out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his hair.
Uruha looks at the person who spoke and says, “Oh, it’s you. What do you want now?”
“I was wondering where Hizumi was, because we’re about to get on the bus,” Zero explains.
“Well, he already took his things and left,” the blonde says bluntly, tossing the towel in his hands on the bed carelessly.
“Are you coming with us?”
“No, I have to go back to work tonight,” he answers, taking some clothes out from his bag for him to wear.
“Oh…what do you do?”
“I work at a couple clubs.”
“Cool, cool,” he nods a bit, “What do you do there?”
“You ask too many questions. Don’t you need to be on the bus soon?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, I hope you come and see us again. Maybe you can meet the rest of the guys,” Zero says with a pleasant smile, opening the door.
“By the way, Zero…” Uruha says, making the other pause, “It is Zero, right?”
He nods, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Hizumi, but you better be careful,” the blonde says in a slightly threatening tone and watches the bassist leave.
~*~
“That was a great run through,” Karyu says, putting his guitar aside.
“I can agree with that. I think those couple days off definitely made a difference,” Zero adds, putting his bass away as well, and starts heading off the stage.
“I see Hizumi’s not giving you the death glare this evening,” the taller man comments, walking alongside his band mate.
“Yeah, I’m glad he did. I hate when does that. It always make me lose my concentration when we play.”
Karyu laughs a little and pats the other’s shoulder. “Feeling like hitting a club tonight before we turn in?” he offers.
“Sounds like a plan, roomie,” the bassist grins, “I know a hot club near by too. You feel like checking it out?”
“Sure, just lead the way, Zero~”
Zero smiles and walks with the guitarist out of the venue. He glances over at the other and asks, “You don’t care what kind of club it is, right?”
“Let me guess. We’re going to a strip club, aren’t we?” Karyu asks, sighing softly.
“How’d you know?”
“Zero, I’ve known you for nine years. Things like this don’t quite surprise me anymore.”
“I suppose you’re right, but I got curious,” the bassist admits and pushes the door open to the club. He enters and looks around at the excited spectators with money in their hands.
Karyu walks in behind the other, looks at the dancer on stage, and exclaims, “Oh hell no~” He starts heading back out the club until Zero grabs his arm and drags him further in the club.
“Come on~ I’ve never been to a gay strip club before,” the bassist begs and gets a table in the back of the lower level.
“Fine, but I’m not shoving money in anybody’s g-string and if anyone starts grinding up on me or even starts flirting with me, I’m leaving,” Karyu says sternly.
“What if it’s me?” the other smirks.
“Have fun by yourself,” the guitarist says, getting up.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please stay.”
Karyu looks at the other seriously and sighs at his band mate’s earnest smile. He sits back down at the table and orders a couple drinks for them.
“And now for the main event…” the announcer says.
Zero stares at the stage, watching the lights move around randomly over the stage, and Karyu sips at his drink as he looks in front of him with disinterest.
“Get ready for his royal highness…the luscious, irresistible Strawberry Swirl!” the announcer introduces, putting on some catchy, but sexy music for the man stepping out on the stage.
The dancer approaches the front of the stage with his royal cape trailing behind him. He pauses for a moment and allows two fellow dancers to remove the dragging garment and his crown. He smirks at the cheering audience and starts swaying his hips in the tight leather pants.
“Karyu, Karyu~!” Zero nearly spits his drink out and nudges the other.
“What?” Karyu answers a bit annoyed, almost spilling his alcohol.
“Look~” the bassist says, watching the man remove his pants with a playfully evil expression.
“Yeah, he stripped. That’s what dancers do,” he says, going back to his drink.
“No, no…he’s not just any dancer. It’s him.”
“Him? Him who?”
“The guy Hizumi’s seeing.”
“Really?” Karyu raises a brow and looks at the slender man twirling down the pole. “Well, he’s not that bad looking,” he comments, taking a sip of his drink and ordering another.
“Now I know what he does. I’m kinda surprised,” Zero says, sitting back in his seat and drinking. He watches the blonde closely as he works the pole skillfully and teases the audience. He glances over at his band mate casually drinking and thinks aloud, “I wonder if Hizumi knows he’s a dancer.”
“Probably…”
“You think I can meet him after the show?” the bassist asks anxiously.
Karyu shrugs and downs the drink. “Maybe.”
~*~
Dragging the taller man to the back of the building outside, Zero tightens his grip on the other’s wrist and manages to slip by security to the backstage. He looks around, passing by a few other male dancers, and tries to find Uruha’s dressing room.
“Do I really have to come with you?” Karyu groans as he follows the other and glares at a couple performers checking him out.
“Yes~”
“Why?”
“Because I need your support.”
“You’re not gonna try to hook up with him, are you?” he asks seriously.
“No~ I just want to out him in case Hizumi doesn’t know. He is our friend.”
Karyu rolls his eyes and trips a bit as he’s pulled again by the other. He glances off and suddenly bumps into Zero. “Why are we stopping?”
“Shh~” Zero commands and peeks into the blonde’s dressing room. His eyes widen as he sees the blonde still in his underwear and straddling a man on a chair in front of his vanity. He watches the dancer make out with the stranger as the man feels up his bare thighs. The blonde moans softly and messes up the other’s hair while their tongues wrestle.
“I knew it. He’s a liar and a cheater,” the bassist whispers.
“Please~ You just thought of that now. You were too busy trying to bang Hizumi’s friend,” Karyu states, crossing his arms.
“Well, still…look at this,” he says, switching places with his band mate.
The guitarist groans softly and peeks into the dressing room. “Yep, he’s definitely laying it on him,” he comments, gagging internally from the explicit make out session. “Holy shit, Zero!” he exclaims quietly, grabbing a hold of the other’s shirt.
“What? Are they screwing each other?” Zero asks, blinking a bit.
“No, you perv~ That’s no stranger. It’s Hizumi.”
“It is?” he quirks a brow in slight confusion, deciding to bend down some, and looks in the room with Karyu. He immediately covers his mouth, once he sees the vocalist’s reflection in the vanity, and moves away. He looks at the taller man and says, “We have to go…now.”
“Finally~” Karyu breathes out, following the other out the club.
Pairing(s): Hizumi x Uruha & Zero x Uruha (one-sided)
Character(s): Karyu & Tsukasa
Band(s): D'espairsRay & the GazettE
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Zero tries to find out more about Uruha and drags Karyu into his crazy plan.
Author's Notes: Sue me for picking a terrible name for Uruha =X
“Hey, Hizumi~” Zero says, entering the hotel room, and notices the blonde just stepping out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his hair.
Uruha looks at the person who spoke and says, “Oh, it’s you. What do you want now?”
“I was wondering where Hizumi was, because we’re about to get on the bus,” Zero explains.
“Well, he already took his things and left,” the blonde says bluntly, tossing the towel in his hands on the bed carelessly.
“Are you coming with us?”
“No, I have to go back to work tonight,” he answers, taking some clothes out from his bag for him to wear.
“Oh…what do you do?”
“I work at a couple clubs.”
“Cool, cool,” he nods a bit, “What do you do there?”
“You ask too many questions. Don’t you need to be on the bus soon?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, I hope you come and see us again. Maybe you can meet the rest of the guys,” Zero says with a pleasant smile, opening the door.
“By the way, Zero…” Uruha says, making the other pause, “It is Zero, right?”
He nods, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you and Hizumi, but you better be careful,” the blonde says in a slightly threatening tone and watches the bassist leave.
~*~
“That was a great run through,” Karyu says, putting his guitar aside.
“I can agree with that. I think those couple days off definitely made a difference,” Zero adds, putting his bass away as well, and starts heading off the stage.
“I see Hizumi’s not giving you the death glare this evening,” the taller man comments, walking alongside his band mate.
“Yeah, I’m glad he did. I hate when does that. It always make me lose my concentration when we play.”
Karyu laughs a little and pats the other’s shoulder. “Feeling like hitting a club tonight before we turn in?” he offers.
“Sounds like a plan, roomie,” the bassist grins, “I know a hot club near by too. You feel like checking it out?”
“Sure, just lead the way, Zero~”
Zero smiles and walks with the guitarist out of the venue. He glances over at the other and asks, “You don’t care what kind of club it is, right?”
“Let me guess. We’re going to a strip club, aren’t we?” Karyu asks, sighing softly.
“How’d you know?”
“Zero, I’ve known you for nine years. Things like this don’t quite surprise me anymore.”
“I suppose you’re right, but I got curious,” the bassist admits and pushes the door open to the club. He enters and looks around at the excited spectators with money in their hands.
Karyu walks in behind the other, looks at the dancer on stage, and exclaims, “Oh hell no~” He starts heading back out the club until Zero grabs his arm and drags him further in the club.
“Come on~ I’ve never been to a gay strip club before,” the bassist begs and gets a table in the back of the lower level.
“Fine, but I’m not shoving money in anybody’s g-string and if anyone starts grinding up on me or even starts flirting with me, I’m leaving,” Karyu says sternly.
“What if it’s me?” the other smirks.
“Have fun by yourself,” the guitarist says, getting up.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please stay.”
Karyu looks at the other seriously and sighs at his band mate’s earnest smile. He sits back down at the table and orders a couple drinks for them.
“And now for the main event…” the announcer says.
Zero stares at the stage, watching the lights move around randomly over the stage, and Karyu sips at his drink as he looks in front of him with disinterest.
“Get ready for his royal highness…the luscious, irresistible Strawberry Swirl!” the announcer introduces, putting on some catchy, but sexy music for the man stepping out on the stage.
The dancer approaches the front of the stage with his royal cape trailing behind him. He pauses for a moment and allows two fellow dancers to remove the dragging garment and his crown. He smirks at the cheering audience and starts swaying his hips in the tight leather pants.
“Karyu, Karyu~!” Zero nearly spits his drink out and nudges the other.
“What?” Karyu answers a bit annoyed, almost spilling his alcohol.
“Look~” the bassist says, watching the man remove his pants with a playfully evil expression.
“Yeah, he stripped. That’s what dancers do,” he says, going back to his drink.
“No, no…he’s not just any dancer. It’s him.”
“Him? Him who?”
“The guy Hizumi’s seeing.”
“Really?” Karyu raises a brow and looks at the slender man twirling down the pole. “Well, he’s not that bad looking,” he comments, taking a sip of his drink and ordering another.
“Now I know what he does. I’m kinda surprised,” Zero says, sitting back in his seat and drinking. He watches the blonde closely as he works the pole skillfully and teases the audience. He glances over at his band mate casually drinking and thinks aloud, “I wonder if Hizumi knows he’s a dancer.”
“Probably…”
“You think I can meet him after the show?” the bassist asks anxiously.
Karyu shrugs and downs the drink. “Maybe.”
~*~
Dragging the taller man to the back of the building outside, Zero tightens his grip on the other’s wrist and manages to slip by security to the backstage. He looks around, passing by a few other male dancers, and tries to find Uruha’s dressing room.
“Do I really have to come with you?” Karyu groans as he follows the other and glares at a couple performers checking him out.
“Yes~”
“Why?”
“Because I need your support.”
“You’re not gonna try to hook up with him, are you?” he asks seriously.
“No~ I just want to out him in case Hizumi doesn’t know. He is our friend.”
Karyu rolls his eyes and trips a bit as he’s pulled again by the other. He glances off and suddenly bumps into Zero. “Why are we stopping?”
“Shh~” Zero commands and peeks into the blonde’s dressing room. His eyes widen as he sees the blonde still in his underwear and straddling a man on a chair in front of his vanity. He watches the dancer make out with the stranger as the man feels up his bare thighs. The blonde moans softly and messes up the other’s hair while their tongues wrestle.
“I knew it. He’s a liar and a cheater,” the bassist whispers.
“Please~ You just thought of that now. You were too busy trying to bang Hizumi’s friend,” Karyu states, crossing his arms.
“Well, still…look at this,” he says, switching places with his band mate.
The guitarist groans softly and peeks into the dressing room. “Yep, he’s definitely laying it on him,” he comments, gagging internally from the explicit make out session. “Holy shit, Zero!” he exclaims quietly, grabbing a hold of the other’s shirt.
“What? Are they screwing each other?” Zero asks, blinking a bit.
“No, you perv~ That’s no stranger. It’s Hizumi.”
“It is?” he quirks a brow in slight confusion, deciding to bend down some, and looks in the room with Karyu. He immediately covers his mouth, once he sees the vocalist’s reflection in the vanity, and moves away. He looks at the taller man and says, “We have to go…now.”
“Finally~” Karyu breathes out, following the other out the club.