Flashing Lights - Chapter 16
Chapter: 16
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 gets pulled into one of Uruha's plans.
Author's Notes: This is one of the longest chapters in the fic so far. I hope you enjoy the chaos.
Staring up at the ceiling, Zero’s fingers move idly on his stomach and he sighs in thought. He turns his head to look at the doorway of the bedroom and closes his eyes, envisioning the sight of the broken and bruised woman in his boyfriend’s closet looking at him with pleading eyes.
‘Why didn’t I save you?’
“Zero, I’m home~” Uruha calls as he enters the apartment.
‘Maybe I should ask him about it. Why was she there? Is it true that he’s a wanted criminal? And if he is, why isn’t he captured by now?’
“There you are,” he says with a smile on his face.
Zero smiles a bit at the blonde and sits up on the bed. “How was work?”
“Pretty good. Had to help host a birthday for one of the customers, so I got really good tips,” he says, grinning. He moves over and sits on the other’s lap, looping his arms around his neck. He pecks his lips and says, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” the bassist replies, “Did you get some food during your shift?”
“Mhm. The birthday boy fed me.”
“Oh, I feel a little jealous now.”
“Don’t feel too jealous. You’re the only one who gets special treatment.” Uruha reaches back in his pocket and takes out a condom, showing it to the other. “He gave me this to try on you.”
“A condom?” Zero raises a brow.
“A strawberry flavored one~”
“You wanna try it on me?”
“Who else would I use it on?” he laughs a little.
“Mm…yourself?”
Uruha smiles and rips open the wrapper, then starts undoing the older man’s pants. He tugs off his pants and boxers, slips on the condom, and completely removes the clothes, tossing them aside. He pushes Zero back on the bed and moves between his legs.
He glances up at the bassist innocently and slowly takes the head between his lips, massaging it a bit with his tongue. He rolls his tongue, putting the condom o completely, and pulls away. He tilts his head some and runs his tongue along the bassist’s length, feeling over his thighs.
Zero shivers a bit at the touches and watches the younger man closer, running his fingers through the blonde locks. He sucks in his breath as he feels Uruha take his growing erection in his mouth. He moves his hips a bit and watches Uruha bob his head, deepthroating the bassist with skill and care.
The blonde pulls away and speaks lowly, “Maybe I should show you why they call me ‘Strawberry Swirl’.”
He watches the other man with great interest, noticing his tongue swirl around the tip and wrap around the head. Uruha gradually takes him all in and sucks harder than before, making the dark haired man tug at his hair and moan out a curse. He arches his back at the overwhelming sensations and unconsciously orgasms into the fruit flavored condom.
Uruha lifts his head up a bit, peels off the used condom, and licks up the mess. He swallows a bit and licks his lips, looking up at Zero. “You came sooner than usual,” he comments with an almost mischievous smile.
The older man groans lowly in his throat and sits up on his elbows as he responds, “My body’s never experienced anything like that.”
He smirks, leans up, and pecks Zero’s lips, before getting off the bed. “I’m gonna take a long, hot bubble bath,” he informs, taking his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. He starts undoing his pants as he heads to the bathroom, then steps out of them, before shutting the door.
Zero keeps his eyes trained on the blonde’s flawless body and snaps out of his daze, once the other disappears behind the bathroom door. He sighs softly to himself and realizes he didn’t get a chance to ask about the woman. He shrugs it off and goes out to the balcony for a smoke.
~*~
“So, you fell for his sex appeal again,” Karyu states on the other end of the phone.
“I didn’t mean to. I was curious~” the bassist attempts to defend.
“Curious? Should I even ask what?”
“Well, he asked me if I wanted to know why they call him ‘Strawberry Swirl’.”
“Uh huh…and I assume you did.”
“Oh yeah~ He definitely knows how to work that tongue of his,” he chuckles to himself, thinking of the amazing blowjob he received the previous night.
“I really didn’t want to know that,” Karyu groans.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. He’s very good at what he does.”
“Beside that, you need to ask him about the woman in his closet.”
“I am. I’m picking him up tonight,” Zero states, making a turn on the block where the strip club is located, “And I promise not to let his sex appeal get to me.”
“You better, because if you keep letting him do that, I’m gonna put a chastity belt on you and hide the key,” he threatens.
“Okay, okay~ I’m going now,” he says, “I’ll call you later. Bye!”
“Good luck~”
Zero hangs up the phone, turns off the ignition, and sighs deeply. He looks in the rearview mirror and says softly, You can do this, Zero. Don’t let him distract you this time.”
He gets out the car, shoves his cell and keys in his jacket pockets, and starts walking to the back entrance, but pauses at a black car parked in front of his. ‘That’s strange. Why would anyone still be here this late? Unless…it’s the manager or something.’ He shrugs it off and heads down the hallway to Uruha’s dressing room, suddenly hearing a grunting noise and loud slap following it.
He pauses for a moment and slows his steps toward the room, biting his lip nervously. He peeks in the blonde’s dressing room and quickly covers his mouth at the sight of his boyfriend straddling another man in a business suit. He pulls away from the doorway, trying to collect his thoughts, then decides to quietly watch before assuming anything.
“You told me you’d have all $15,000 now. This…” Uruha pauses and looks for at the small stack in his hand, then shakes it in front of the man’s face,” This is unacceptable.”
“I’m sorry, Takashima-san. I promise to have the rest of it tomorrow. I really needed the money for rent and…and my wife’s child support,” he explains nervously.
“You mean ‘ex-wife’. That’s the only reason you’re seeing me, because your filthy whore of an ex-wife is using you for your money and you don’t even know if those bastard kids are even yours,” the blonde spits, throwing the money in the man’s face and getting off him.
The man slides off the chair to his knees and clings to Uruha’s leg, crying. He lets his head fall down and pleads, “I’m so sorry…I’m…I’m trying to work things out and…and I’ll have your money as soon as my check clears. Just give me a few more days to get it to you.”
Uruha tugs his head back by his hair and looks down at him seriously. “No one can love a pathetic, worthless bitch like you and I will have no sympathy for your tardiness. We had a deal and I don’t fuck around when it comes to money, you should know this by now.”
Zero’s eyes slowly widen at the unbelievable scene as his boyfriend reveals a pistol from his behind his back and slides the cold weapon across the man’s cheek.
“Its game over, Satou-san,” Uruha states, positioning the gun to the other’s head.
“No, no, no~”
The bassist closes his eyes and hears the gun go off. He slowly opens them, stands in the doorway, and sees the lifeless body on the dressing room floor. He quietly watches Uruha drag the body out of sight and hears the other grunt a bit on the side of the room.
Cautiously, he enters the room and notices his boyfriend fumbling with a bag and trying to put the man’s body in it. He sees another bag tied at the top moving around in the closet and falling over on its side. He jumps a bit at the familiar voice and stares at Uruha smiling at him.
“Hey, honey. Can you help me with this?” he asks, still trying to get the body completely in.
Zero stares for a moment, approaches the body, and helps the blonde get the body in the bag. He watches the foot slip in with ease and moves his focus to Uruha tying up the top tightly with rope.
He glances down at his shirt and groans, “Fuck. Got his blood on me.” He slips it off and tosses it aside. He walks off to the bathroom to clean off and says, “Zero, I want you to follow me somewhere.”
Zero stares at the two bags on the floor, one being motionless and the other trying to escape. He swallows hard and snaps his head over to watch Uruha.
Uruha smiles and says, “I know you won’t tell anyone and I won’t tell anyone that you witnessed it all.” He wraps his arms around the bassist’s neck and kisses him deeply. “Help me put the bodies in the trunk?”
The older man pulls away, watches Uruha pick up a set of car keys, and takes them from him. He keeps his eyes trained on him as he drags the moving bag out the room and soon follows him with the other bag. He pops the trunk open and helps Uruha shove the bags in the space, then lets the blonde close it.
Uruha takes the keys from the older man and says, “Wait right here. I need to clean up a bit.” He kisses his cheek and goes back inside.
‘What…what just happened? That…couldn’t be real, could it?’
Zero stares at the trunk of the unknown car and breathes uneasily as his body trembles as the scene replays over and over in his head. He looks down and notices his hands shaking from nervousness and confusion.
Closing the back door behind him, Uruha grins and says, “Don’t lose me, alright?” He kisses Zero’s cheek and bounces off to the driver’s seat of the other car, starting it up.
The bassist gets in his own, turns it on, and begins following the black car. They move onto the highway and he decides to turn the radio on, trying to find some good music to calm him down. He bites his lip and continues following the other, wondering where they are going and whether he is going to end up in one of those bags when they get there.
After about an hour of driving, Uruha slows the car down to a stop by a hug body of water. He steps out the car casually, removes the cigarette from between his lips, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He approaches Zero’s car and leans in the opened window with a smirk. “Ready to do this?” he asks.
“W-what are we doing?” the older man asks hesitantly.
“Get out and I’ll show you,” Uruha says, flicking the cigarette off and moving away, so Zero can get out. He pushes his hair back and looks at the car, then goes to open the driver’s side door and pops open the trunk. He walks to the back of the car and watches one of the bags move for a moment.
Zero shuts the car door, looks over at the blonde, and watches him take the pistol out from behind. He spins it, holding it backwards, and starts beating the squirming bag violently, making the bassist jump from the unpleasant noise of something being crushed by the force of the weapons handle. He looks away for a moment and is startled by the trunk being slammed shut.
Uruha tosses the gun inside the car carelessly and shifts the car into neutral, then walks over to Zero. “Alright, I’m gonna need your help pushing the thing down there,” he says, glancing at the car and back at the older man.
“We’re dumping the car in the lake?” he raises a brow.
The blonde nods and gets into position to push, looking back at the other to join him.
Zero sighs, stands next to him, and begins pushing with the other, letting the vehicle roll forward. They pick up a little speed, then let go, watching the black car drop off into the body of water and gradually drown to its grave.
Uruha grins and jumps on the musician, wrapping his limbs around him. He kisses him excitedly and says, “That felt so good.”
The bassist stands at the edge of the shore and stares at the trunk of the car as it slowly disappears, then feels a hand slip into his own. He looks over at the smiling blonde and squeezes his hand a bit.
“I love you, Zero,” Uruha says softly, looking into his eyes seriously, “And I can’t wait to escape to Hawaii with you.”
“I don’t know. I still need to be here for-“
“I know. I’ll wait for you.”
“You really do love me, don’t you?”
The blonde keeps the smile on his face and leads Zero to the car, then open the back door, crawls onto the seat, and pulls him in. He watches Zero close the door, slips his arms around his neck, and says, “I need you, honey.” He pulls the older man down for a slow, passionate kiss, and separates his legs, letting Zero shift between them more comfortably.
Uruha moans softly and rolls his hips up against the other’s, tangling their tongues together. He slips off Zero’s shirt, dropping it on the floor, and starts undoing his pants, pushing them off with his boxers. Digging in his pocket, he takes out a condom, starts unwrapping it, and watches the bassist undress him.
He slips the condom on Zero and moans out as he feels the other stretch his entrance. He arches his back a bit, holding onto him, and moans the older man’s name out as Zero intrudes his body.
“Show me what’s in your heart, Zero,” he whispers, pulling him down for another passionate kiss.
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 gets pulled into one of Uruha's plans.
Author's Notes: This is one of the longest chapters in the fic so far. I hope you enjoy the chaos.
Staring up at the ceiling, Zero’s fingers move idly on his stomach and he sighs in thought. He turns his head to look at the doorway of the bedroom and closes his eyes, envisioning the sight of the broken and bruised woman in his boyfriend’s closet looking at him with pleading eyes.
‘Why didn’t I save you?’
“Zero, I’m home~” Uruha calls as he enters the apartment.
‘Maybe I should ask him about it. Why was she there? Is it true that he’s a wanted criminal? And if he is, why isn’t he captured by now?’
“There you are,” he says with a smile on his face.
Zero smiles a bit at the blonde and sits up on the bed. “How was work?”
“Pretty good. Had to help host a birthday for one of the customers, so I got really good tips,” he says, grinning. He moves over and sits on the other’s lap, looping his arms around his neck. He pecks his lips and says, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” the bassist replies, “Did you get some food during your shift?”
“Mhm. The birthday boy fed me.”
“Oh, I feel a little jealous now.”
“Don’t feel too jealous. You’re the only one who gets special treatment.” Uruha reaches back in his pocket and takes out a condom, showing it to the other. “He gave me this to try on you.”
“A condom?” Zero raises a brow.
“A strawberry flavored one~”
“You wanna try it on me?”
“Who else would I use it on?” he laughs a little.
“Mm…yourself?”
Uruha smiles and rips open the wrapper, then starts undoing the older man’s pants. He tugs off his pants and boxers, slips on the condom, and completely removes the clothes, tossing them aside. He pushes Zero back on the bed and moves between his legs.
He glances up at the bassist innocently and slowly takes the head between his lips, massaging it a bit with his tongue. He rolls his tongue, putting the condom o completely, and pulls away. He tilts his head some and runs his tongue along the bassist’s length, feeling over his thighs.
Zero shivers a bit at the touches and watches the younger man closer, running his fingers through the blonde locks. He sucks in his breath as he feels Uruha take his growing erection in his mouth. He moves his hips a bit and watches Uruha bob his head, deepthroating the bassist with skill and care.
The blonde pulls away and speaks lowly, “Maybe I should show you why they call me ‘Strawberry Swirl’.”
He watches the other man with great interest, noticing his tongue swirl around the tip and wrap around the head. Uruha gradually takes him all in and sucks harder than before, making the dark haired man tug at his hair and moan out a curse. He arches his back at the overwhelming sensations and unconsciously orgasms into the fruit flavored condom.
Uruha lifts his head up a bit, peels off the used condom, and licks up the mess. He swallows a bit and licks his lips, looking up at Zero. “You came sooner than usual,” he comments with an almost mischievous smile.
The older man groans lowly in his throat and sits up on his elbows as he responds, “My body’s never experienced anything like that.”
He smirks, leans up, and pecks Zero’s lips, before getting off the bed. “I’m gonna take a long, hot bubble bath,” he informs, taking his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. He starts undoing his pants as he heads to the bathroom, then steps out of them, before shutting the door.
Zero keeps his eyes trained on the blonde’s flawless body and snaps out of his daze, once the other disappears behind the bathroom door. He sighs softly to himself and realizes he didn’t get a chance to ask about the woman. He shrugs it off and goes out to the balcony for a smoke.
~*~
“So, you fell for his sex appeal again,” Karyu states on the other end of the phone.
“I didn’t mean to. I was curious~” the bassist attempts to defend.
“Curious? Should I even ask what?”
“Well, he asked me if I wanted to know why they call him ‘Strawberry Swirl’.”
“Uh huh…and I assume you did.”
“Oh yeah~ He definitely knows how to work that tongue of his,” he chuckles to himself, thinking of the amazing blowjob he received the previous night.
“I really didn’t want to know that,” Karyu groans.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. He’s very good at what he does.”
“Beside that, you need to ask him about the woman in his closet.”
“I am. I’m picking him up tonight,” Zero states, making a turn on the block where the strip club is located, “And I promise not to let his sex appeal get to me.”
“You better, because if you keep letting him do that, I’m gonna put a chastity belt on you and hide the key,” he threatens.
“Okay, okay~ I’m going now,” he says, “I’ll call you later. Bye!”
“Good luck~”
Zero hangs up the phone, turns off the ignition, and sighs deeply. He looks in the rearview mirror and says softly, You can do this, Zero. Don’t let him distract you this time.”
He gets out the car, shoves his cell and keys in his jacket pockets, and starts walking to the back entrance, but pauses at a black car parked in front of his. ‘That’s strange. Why would anyone still be here this late? Unless…it’s the manager or something.’ He shrugs it off and heads down the hallway to Uruha’s dressing room, suddenly hearing a grunting noise and loud slap following it.
He pauses for a moment and slows his steps toward the room, biting his lip nervously. He peeks in the blonde’s dressing room and quickly covers his mouth at the sight of his boyfriend straddling another man in a business suit. He pulls away from the doorway, trying to collect his thoughts, then decides to quietly watch before assuming anything.
“You told me you’d have all $15,000 now. This…” Uruha pauses and looks for at the small stack in his hand, then shakes it in front of the man’s face,” This is unacceptable.”
“I’m sorry, Takashima-san. I promise to have the rest of it tomorrow. I really needed the money for rent and…and my wife’s child support,” he explains nervously.
“You mean ‘ex-wife’. That’s the only reason you’re seeing me, because your filthy whore of an ex-wife is using you for your money and you don’t even know if those bastard kids are even yours,” the blonde spits, throwing the money in the man’s face and getting off him.
The man slides off the chair to his knees and clings to Uruha’s leg, crying. He lets his head fall down and pleads, “I’m so sorry…I’m…I’m trying to work things out and…and I’ll have your money as soon as my check clears. Just give me a few more days to get it to you.”
Uruha tugs his head back by his hair and looks down at him seriously. “No one can love a pathetic, worthless bitch like you and I will have no sympathy for your tardiness. We had a deal and I don’t fuck around when it comes to money, you should know this by now.”
Zero’s eyes slowly widen at the unbelievable scene as his boyfriend reveals a pistol from his behind his back and slides the cold weapon across the man’s cheek.
“Its game over, Satou-san,” Uruha states, positioning the gun to the other’s head.
“No, no, no~”
The bassist closes his eyes and hears the gun go off. He slowly opens them, stands in the doorway, and sees the lifeless body on the dressing room floor. He quietly watches Uruha drag the body out of sight and hears the other grunt a bit on the side of the room.
Cautiously, he enters the room and notices his boyfriend fumbling with a bag and trying to put the man’s body in it. He sees another bag tied at the top moving around in the closet and falling over on its side. He jumps a bit at the familiar voice and stares at Uruha smiling at him.
“Hey, honey. Can you help me with this?” he asks, still trying to get the body completely in.
Zero stares for a moment, approaches the body, and helps the blonde get the body in the bag. He watches the foot slip in with ease and moves his focus to Uruha tying up the top tightly with rope.
He glances down at his shirt and groans, “Fuck. Got his blood on me.” He slips it off and tosses it aside. He walks off to the bathroom to clean off and says, “Zero, I want you to follow me somewhere.”
Zero stares at the two bags on the floor, one being motionless and the other trying to escape. He swallows hard and snaps his head over to watch Uruha.
Uruha smiles and says, “I know you won’t tell anyone and I won’t tell anyone that you witnessed it all.” He wraps his arms around the bassist’s neck and kisses him deeply. “Help me put the bodies in the trunk?”
The older man pulls away, watches Uruha pick up a set of car keys, and takes them from him. He keeps his eyes trained on him as he drags the moving bag out the room and soon follows him with the other bag. He pops the trunk open and helps Uruha shove the bags in the space, then lets the blonde close it.
Uruha takes the keys from the older man and says, “Wait right here. I need to clean up a bit.” He kisses his cheek and goes back inside.
‘What…what just happened? That…couldn’t be real, could it?’
Zero stares at the trunk of the unknown car and breathes uneasily as his body trembles as the scene replays over and over in his head. He looks down and notices his hands shaking from nervousness and confusion.
Closing the back door behind him, Uruha grins and says, “Don’t lose me, alright?” He kisses Zero’s cheek and bounces off to the driver’s seat of the other car, starting it up.
The bassist gets in his own, turns it on, and begins following the black car. They move onto the highway and he decides to turn the radio on, trying to find some good music to calm him down. He bites his lip and continues following the other, wondering where they are going and whether he is going to end up in one of those bags when they get there.
After about an hour of driving, Uruha slows the car down to a stop by a hug body of water. He steps out the car casually, removes the cigarette from between his lips, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He approaches Zero’s car and leans in the opened window with a smirk. “Ready to do this?” he asks.
“W-what are we doing?” the older man asks hesitantly.
“Get out and I’ll show you,” Uruha says, flicking the cigarette off and moving away, so Zero can get out. He pushes his hair back and looks at the car, then goes to open the driver’s side door and pops open the trunk. He walks to the back of the car and watches one of the bags move for a moment.
Zero shuts the car door, looks over at the blonde, and watches him take the pistol out from behind. He spins it, holding it backwards, and starts beating the squirming bag violently, making the bassist jump from the unpleasant noise of something being crushed by the force of the weapons handle. He looks away for a moment and is startled by the trunk being slammed shut.
Uruha tosses the gun inside the car carelessly and shifts the car into neutral, then walks over to Zero. “Alright, I’m gonna need your help pushing the thing down there,” he says, glancing at the car and back at the older man.
“We’re dumping the car in the lake?” he raises a brow.
The blonde nods and gets into position to push, looking back at the other to join him.
Zero sighs, stands next to him, and begins pushing with the other, letting the vehicle roll forward. They pick up a little speed, then let go, watching the black car drop off into the body of water and gradually drown to its grave.
Uruha grins and jumps on the musician, wrapping his limbs around him. He kisses him excitedly and says, “That felt so good.”
The bassist stands at the edge of the shore and stares at the trunk of the car as it slowly disappears, then feels a hand slip into his own. He looks over at the smiling blonde and squeezes his hand a bit.
“I love you, Zero,” Uruha says softly, looking into his eyes seriously, “And I can’t wait to escape to Hawaii with you.”
“I don’t know. I still need to be here for-“
“I know. I’ll wait for you.”
“You really do love me, don’t you?”
The blonde keeps the smile on his face and leads Zero to the car, then open the back door, crawls onto the seat, and pulls him in. He watches Zero close the door, slips his arms around his neck, and says, “I need you, honey.” He pulls the older man down for a slow, passionate kiss, and separates his legs, letting Zero shift between them more comfortably.
Uruha moans softly and rolls his hips up against the other’s, tangling their tongues together. He slips off Zero’s shirt, dropping it on the floor, and starts undoing his pants, pushing them off with his boxers. Digging in his pocket, he takes out a condom, starts unwrapping it, and watches the bassist undress him.
He slips the condom on Zero and moans out as he feels the other stretch his entrance. He arches his back a bit, holding onto him, and moans the older man’s name out as Zero intrudes his body.
“Show me what’s in your heart, Zero,” he whispers, pulling him down for another passionate kiss.