Fanfiction: Ride (Oneshot)

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Title: Ride
Fandom: The GazettE
Pairings: ReitaxRuki
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Smex, toys and peaches
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, I’m not implying any of this is true, God really isn’t that nice to me.

Summary: Prompted by feelings of jealousy, Reita plans to give Ruki a ride of a lifetime, and finds revenge as sweet as a ripe peach….

A/N:This was written for kai_meru, based on this drawing and partly because she drew me this wonderful piece of AoixUru for my birthday. I do adore this pairing, just don't write them that often ^^ I also have to thank her for making me re-look and re-tool this fic, so I turned out much happier with the end result. Hope she likes it too.

As always, please enjoy and comments are love



***

Ride

***

There’s a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark,
See how I’ll leave with every piece of you,
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do.

***

Ruki loved peaches.

It was an interesting quirk that had always fascinated Reita about his lover. The man hated strawberries with a passion, a disgust that admittedly came from an over indulgence during his youth.

But Ruki loved peaches.

Reita knew firsthand that when Ruki loved something, he could wax lyrical about it for hours. Ruki certainly never ran out of adjectives to describe what he loved about eating peaches. How the pulpy crush of flesh between his teeth was almost immediately followed by a trickle of sweetness down the back of his throat, or how the slight fuzz of an unpeeled fruit left a bristling softness on his tongue.

Tinned or fresh, in desserts or by itself, Ruki certainly had a thing for peaches. Regardless, it was a trivial little chink in the vocalist’s armour that Reita was going to use to his advantage.

And when you had a lover that was as willful as Ruki was, you needed every leg up you could get, no matter how insignificant.

Reita shot Ruki a look from the corner of his eye, but didn't allow himself to be distracted from his current task at hand. The bassist gingerly pressed his knife into the peach he was holding in his hand, neatly quartering it into half-moon segments before deftly twisting out the pit.

Slowly sucking the juice from his fingers, Reita turned the full focus of his gaze to Ruki’s profile, softened by the flyaway strands of his newly dyed chestnut coloured hair. But the vocalist was too preoccupied with the TV to notice the shadow in his boyfriend’s eyes. If he had caught it, it would have certainly caused him to put his guard up.

Because it would have hinted to him that Reita was definitely displeased about something, which was a rare scenario. The bassist was normally so easygoing that it was hard to get him mad, but when he did, it was definite cause for concern.

“Peach, Ruki?”

Ruki smiled as he tore his eyes away from the music show he was watching to face his lover. “Yes please,” Ruki sighed as he opened his mouth slightly so Reita could feed him a chunk of the fruit, as the younger man fondly ran his fingers through the fresh waves in the bassist’s hair.

Ruki sighed happily as he chewed and swallowed, before opening his mouth for another, which Reita was just too happy to oblige. It was only when the peach was finished and Ruki had a look of contentment on his face did Reita scoot closer to whisper in his ear.

“I bought you a piece of jewellery Ruki,” Reita said quietly. Ruki’s face bore an expression of surprise as he turned towards the bassist.

“A present? That’s sudden Rei, my birthday was ages ago,” Ruki said as he quirked an eyebrow. Reita simply shrugged and rummaged between the cushions of the couch until he found what he was looking for, namely a square velvet box.

“I saw it and thought it would be perfect for you,” Reita said, almost jovially, his tone close to normal. But there was certainly nothing normal about what was in the box when Reita flipped the top open to reveal a crystal studded dog collar.

Ruki’s eyes narrowed as he took a closer look at the unconventional necklace. With its unbroken line of square multicoloured crystals, it could almost pass off as a normal piece of rock jewellery, if it wasn't for the solid metal ring dangling from the middle.

“That better be for Koron, Reita,” Ruki said sounding equally bemused and annoyed. It wasn't the obvious kink factor of the gift that rankled him, after more than five years together, their sex life wasn't exactly vanilla.

Rather it was the implicit meaning behind it. The words submissive and dominant never really existed in their relationship, both were equals in many ways with each giving as good as they got.

So to have Reita give him something that was such a blatant statement of ownership, pissed him off to no end.

“I’m not your bitch,” Ruki snapped as he took the box from the bassist, slammed it shut and tossed it on the table. Something akin to anger flitted across Reita’s eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come as he reached for the discarded box.

“Oh come on Ruki, it will look gorgeous against your pale colouring,” Reita cajoled, not above blatantly stroking the vocalist’s ego, especially when it came to matters concerning his appearance.

“Can you imagine how amazing contrast will be when you wear it around your neck, just above the beat of your pulse. Or bound around your dick and balls, the sensual feel of leather tugging at your skin,” Reita added, the faintest spark of interest in Ruki’s eyes spurring him on.

“And plus, this is only the first part of your gift. I got you something a lot bigger and a lot better, but you will have to put the collar on first to find out what it is,” Reita said with a smirk as he ran a careless finger up and down Ruki’s thigh.

But Ruki wouldn't be so easily persuaded as he sharply slapped away Reita’s hand

“Well it’s certainly not your cock then is it Reita?” Ruki said cattily, crossing his arms in front of his chest. This time Reita didn't even bother to hide how mad he was as he dropped the box on the couch and abruptly stood up.

“You are such a fucking asshole sometimes Ruki,” Reita hissed as he turned to leave, only to be stopped by the younger man firmly grabbing his wrist.

“Fine, that was below the belt Reita, but still, what is going on?” Ruki demanded as he searched Reita’s face for answers only to find none forthcoming. There was no apology in his words however, which just made Reita even more incensed.

“I give you a present and you throw it in my face, isn’t that enough of a reason for me to be angry Ru?” Reita replied, but he didn't make any move to shake off the vocalist’s grip on him.

Ruki sighed in exasperation, not liking how this evening was turning out.

“Not when you give me something that tells me you want me to be your lapdog Rei! Now what is this really about?” Ruki asked, his voice hard.

For a moment Ruki swore Reita was going to give him an explanation, his body language and the softening of the line of his shoulders a definite tell of the an internal battle.

But when Reita turned towards him, his face was blank and his eyes stony. This time Reita did pull away with more force until Ruki had to let go.

“Why don't you figure it out for yourself Ruki,” Reita said, grabbing his shoulder bag and phone before making his way to the door.

“Come on Rei! Talk to me!” Ruki said, concern finally trumping his pride as he got to his feet.

“Reita!”

But all Ruki got in reply was the sound of a slamming door.

**

What it was that Reita was jealous.

Reita so rarely got jealous when it came to Ruki that the feeling was extremely foreign to him. They had been together so long, their love for each other so sound that the thought of cheating on each other never crossed their minds. So it made matters worse that the person that Reita was jealous of was his best friend Uruha.

Uruha who was in a committed, although occasionally tempestuous, relationship with Aoi.

“Maybe there really is no such thing as complete security,” Reita thought as he idly strummed his bass. It was the day after he had stormed out of Ruki’s apartment and he had gotten to the studio early, as he had been unable to sleep the night before.

As the rest of the members started to filter in, Reita barely looked up from his bass when Ruki walked in. He kept his gaze downcast even as Ruki’s feet shuffled within a few inches of him, only to move away as the vocalist let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

Or maybe what it was that they were too comfortable with each other, Reita mused.

To the point where most people would have mistaken them as being good friends rather than lovers. There was no more excitement in their lives, everything felt rote. So maybe that was why Ruki was inadvertently looking for a way to cause a little frisson.

Reita couldn't really pinpoint when it was that he started getting jealous of all the fanservice going on between Ruki and Uruha. Fanservice was no biggie, most bands did it, and in fact made it a part of their routine.

It was also never a concrete indication of how the band members felt about each other. Ruki did it with Reita and Uruha most often because he had known them the longest, and thus was the most comfortable with.

Aoi and Uruha did it too, but not as frequently mostly because the blonde guitarist had once confessed to Reita that watching his boyfriend gyrate and writhe against his guitar on stage was distracting enough without the added element of touch.

But at one point, Ruki started touching Reita less and less, and Uruha more and more. Their little act during Hyena was originally just Ruki sensually running his fingers across Uruha’s neck, but had now escalated into a full on grope fest.

Maybe it was because, in a way, consensual cheating. Reita had to admit that watching Ruki touch someone else often drove his lust to the boiling point, which made their after show romps quick and dirty affairs.

However, now Reita found himself mock flirting more with Aoi of all people than his own lover, which he had always felt a touch uncomfortable with. Aoi was his brother, his partner in crime, Abbot to Reita's Costello.

His interactions with Kai on the other hand were a lot easier, but that was mostly due to the fact that they had dated briefly way back when the band had first started. But it was for that reason, and that reason alone why Reita decided Kai would be the perfect person for getting back at his boyfriend.

“It would show Ruki that he isn’t the only one who can stir shit,” Reita smirked to himself.

But it was certainly not because he wanted to sleep with Kai, who was in a solid relationship with Nightmare’s Ruka. Scary Ruka who would have Reita’s balls in a sling if he knew what the bassist was planning. But Reita figured, no harm no foul, as long as Ruka was never aware of it.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Ruki muttered darkly to himself as he saw Reita stand up and casually sling an arm over Kai’s shoulders as the drummer poured over his sheet music. It looked so nonchalant, but Ruki gritted his teeth when he saw Reita affectionately rub his knuckles along the length of Kai’s forearm.

And Kai being normally oblivious Kai, wasn't registering that the way the bassist was touching him was out of the norm. Instead he just shot Reita a warm smile as he laid out the rough outline for the layout of their new stage.

Ruki clenched his jaw harder when he saw Reita reciprocate with a blinding smile of his own, raising his head only slightly to flick a gaze towards the vocalist before turning his attention back to Kai. Ruki strained his ears to try and catch what they were talking about, only to find their voices so low so that the words were intelligible.

“Maybe I’m making a mountain out a molehill,” Ruki reasoned as he lit up a cigarette. “Reita’s just being a prick because of yesterday, he will come around soon enough.”

Ruki let the thought comfort him as the two guitarists walked through door, which signaled that they could start practice.

However, Reita’s behaviour didn't change as the week went on. If anything, Reita seemed to be going out of his way to spend time with Kai. Evenings that he would usually spend with Ruki, he was now spending with the drummer. As luck would have it, because Ruka was on tour, Kai had a lot of time on his hands and normally wouldn't say no to free dinner and drinks.

But Reita should have given Ruki some credit, the younger man was not as incredulous as the bassist believed him to be. Reita was clearly trying to make Ruki jealous by putting Kai the center of his universe, which the vocalist loathed to admit was working somewhat.

“Two can play at that game though,” Ruki thought to himself as he walked into practice one morning to find Uruha and Reita working quietly on opposite sides of the room.

Tossing his bag onto the sofa, Ruki purposefully strode up to the blonde guitarist and wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, before slightly nuzzling his hair.

“How’s it going Uru?” Ruki asked. “What you working on?”

Thankfully, Uruha could be just as unaware of his surroundings as Kai was, and only raised his eyebrow a fraction before answering that he was getting to grips with their new song.

Reita, however, was fully aware of what Ruki was doing the minute he opened his mouth. But even as he felt a knee-jerk twitch of jealousy, it was drowned out by the satisfaction that his plan was obviously working.

Over the next few days, Ruki and Reita kept playing their game of comeuppance, subtly moving from fleeting touches to more obvious prolonged hugs and fanservice kisses. Neither was willing to break, but after almost two weeks, Ruki was beginning to hold a grudging respect for his boyfriend’s resolve.

But their actions did not go unnoticed by Aoi who roughly pulled Ruki aside one night after they had finished a live, directed him into a dressing room and closed the door. Ruki was about to protest at being manhandled until he caught the look on Aoi’s face that told him to shut it.

“Ruki, I would appreciate it if you would please, stop blatantly feeling up my boyfriend,” Aoi said, his words carrying a steely edge.

“I don’t get what you mean Aoi,” Ruki said, stalling for time. “You know Uruha and I normally fool around on stage, you know it means nothing.”

“I’m not dumb Ruki, I know what both of you do on stage. But tonight, you were one step short of French kissing him and cupping his crotch, so cut the crap!”

Ruki winced as Aoi let him go, but continued to glare at him with his arms folded across his chest. He knew he had overstepped a boundary tonight on stage, but he couldn't help it when he saw Reita walk behind Kai to hug him and ruffle his hair.

“Now what is going on with you and Reita? He’s not been acting normal either, I’ve not seen him spend so much time with Kai before, even when they were dating. So fess up,” Aoi said, pointing an accusatory finger at the younger man.

Ruki sighed as he rubbed the back of his head and decided to come clean.

“I’m not that sure either Aoi. Reita and I had a fight a couple weeks ago, and things have not been right since. But I didn't expect him to turn around and do this. So I guess I went a little overboard,” Ruki said, repentance clear in his tone.

“What did he do that was so bad then?” Aoi said as he offered Ruki a cigarette to show that there were no hard feelings between them. Ruki gratefully accepted a stick and the light that came with it, taking a deep inhale before continuing.

“He gave me a dog collar,” Ruki said flatly.

“So?” Aoi said with a shrug, which made Ruki’s eyes narrow.

“So nothing Aoi! If he thinks he can leash me and have me be okay with it, he’s sorely mistaken,” Ruki all but spat out, which made Aoi roll his eyes.

“Jeez Ruki, think about it for a minute. This is Reita we are talking about. Now, I may not know everything about you guys relationship, nor do I want to quite frankly, but is he the type to want to humiliate you?” Aoi said.

Ruki opened his mouth, but closed it again when he found no fault with the guitarist’s reasoning.

“Let go of your pride for one minute and think about it. You two wouldn't have lasted as long as you did if Reita was that kind of person,” Aoi continued.

“He did say it was only the first part of his gift,” Ruki mumbled as he took another drag. Aoi threw up his hand as if Ruki had just verified his point.

“There you go, now go fix things with him and leave the rest of us out of it. Reita’s lucky that Ruka isn’t around otherwise his noseband would be distinctly lower if you know what I mean. And I would prefer not to have the rest of Nightmare raving at us for making their drummer mad…well, madder as the case maybe.”

Ruki sighed dejectedly.

“Fine, fine I will sort it out with him soon,” Ruki said. Aoi smiled and slapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s a good man, now lets all go for dinner. They are probably wondering where we are, and given your recent behaviour, I don't want them to get the wrong idea,” Aoi said wryly.

Aoi walked towards the door, but stopped in his tracks to throw Ruki a look over his shoulder.

“And who knows, maybe you will like Reita’s surprise,” Aoi said with a grin.

“I doubt it,” Ruki snorted as he dutifully followed the guitarist out.

**

It was two nights later and Ruki still hadn’t confronted Reita yet. He knew he had promised Aoi he would, but he had never specified when. But in order to appease the guitarist, he had stopped trying to fondle Uruha at every turn.

And being the procrastinator he was, Ruki decided that it was the right time to spring clean his apartment. He worked with a single-minded purpose as he vacuumed and dusted, only stuttering in his pace momentarily when he came across a pile of Reita’s clothes before throwing them in the laundry basket.

Soon Ruki was exhausted but satisfied as he looked around his spotless apartment. The only thing left was to tidy up his living room. He had just started arranging and stacking his magazines when something slid out from under the pile and fell on the floor.

“What the…” Ruki inhaled sharply when he recognised the fallen object as Reita’s present from two weeks ago. Flopping back on his couch, Ruki opened the box and stared at the collar for a few minutes before tentatively taking it out of the case.

Ruki ran his thumb over the stones as he threaded the collar through the gaps in his fingers, letting the light ricochet off the facets in the jewels casting coloured shadows on his palms. His fingertips lingered over the four soldered points holding the ring down and felt the strength in the design.

The vocalist bit his lip as suppleness of the leather prickled his skin. His natural aptitude for attention to detail immediately caught the fact that there were only two notches perforating the length of the collar.

Ruki didn’t even think twice before measuring the strap against his neck, unsurprised to find that the holes corresponded exactly to the circumference, so that it wouldn't choke him. Reita had this custom made for him, of that there was no doubt.

Fastening it at the first notch, Ruki gingerly pressed his fingers to it so as to reassure himself of the fit. He swallowed and felt a tingle run through him at the slight constriction to his Adam’s apple.

“I must be mad,” Ruki said out loud as he took the collar off, but didn't let it drop from his hand. He hesitated only a fraction before lifting the hem of his shirt so he could drag the collar against his belly.

What was it that Reita had said before? Oh yes, bound around his dick and balls.

Ruki let out a shuddery breath as he let the soft leather slip against his stomach, up and down until he finally let it travel below the waistband of the track pants he was wearing.

It brushed past his pubic hair until it was resting on the velvety skin of his cock, causing it to stiffen. He wound the length around his penis and gave an experimental stroke, which caused him to harden further. Ruki couldn't resist pulling at it again, which prompted a soft moan.

God, he was horny, and Ruki hated being horny with no relief in sight. He hated having to make do with just his hand when he had a normally more-than-willing handsome boyfriend just ten minutes away.

“Fuck him,” Ruki growled as he gave his cock another frustrated squeeze and felt a drop of pre-cum leak from the tip. It was in that moment that Ruki decided he wasn't going to cut his nose to spite his face.

But it didn't mean he had to be happy about it.

Ruki withdrew his hand and practically threw the collar on the couch as he got up to change. Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was 1 am, he wondered fleetingly if he should message Reita that he was coming over.

But he just as quickly quashed that idea. If Reita was home that was all well and good, but if he wasn’t then Ruki could retreat with the bassist none the wiser.

After putting on his favourite black collared shirt and skintight trousers, Ruki stuffed his keys and phone into his back pocket. Taking a deep breath, he then picked up the dog collar and fastened it around his neck, his fingers faltering a little as he did up the buckle.

He then turned to appraise his appearance in the hallway mirror, tweaking his hair until he was satisfied with what he saw. Ruki couldn't deny though how erotic it was to be only allowed glimpses of colour and steel among the folds of his collar.

Ruki allowed himself a satisfied smile. He was sure that once Reita caught sight of him like this, Ruki would have the upper hand.

But the vocalist would soon find out how deeply mistaken he was.

**

Now who the fuck was ringing his doorbell in the middle of the night?

Reita grumbled this thought to himself as he rolled out of bed and reached for his phone. Flipping it open, the neon numbers glowed 1.43 am at him but also showed that he had no new messages pending.

So Reita had no heads up as to who exactly was waiting for him in the hallway. But he quickly scrambled to his feet when he heard Oscar and Keiji start to squawk and flap their wings in distress.

“I’m coming!” Reita yelled out as he hastily pulled on a tank top in an effort to appear decent and ran a hand through his hair. He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he swung open the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of his mind when he saw Ruki standing before him.

Shock made his angry reprimands die at his lips as he saw the vocalist fidget in his shoes, but his chin was still defiantly up as he met Reita’s eyes.

“Hey…”

“Hey Ru,” Reita answered, his voice still rough with sleep but also clearly intrigued at the current turn of events. “You do realise what time it is right?” he added as he leaned against the doorjamb.

Ruki swallowed hard but didn't give an answer as he motioned to Reita’s living room. “May I come in?” He asked.

Reita nodded as he stepped back so as to allow the younger man to pass, kicking off his shoes along the way and shucking off his light coat so that he could throw it over the armchair. But the bassist could see how clearly uncomfortable his boyfriend was, from the tense way he held his shoulders to his tightly clenched hands.

However, Reita didn't make a move to relax Ruki as he was still trying to figure out exactly what was going on. For a few long minutes Ruki just stood in the middle of Reita’s living room, with his back facing him.

Reita finally couldn't take it anymore and cleared his throat before asking, “So, what’s this about?”

The bassist thought he saw a ripple run through Ruki’s frame at his question, but he still didn't get an answer. Instead, Ruki just slowly turned on his heel until he was facing his lover, his right hand splaying open the top of his shirt to reveal the collar.

Immediately Reita’s throat felt like sandpaper, the sight like tinder causing a dry spark of lust in his chest. A half smirk curved across his face as he took a couple of steps forward so that he was standing in front of the vocalist.

“You wore it,” he said softly, as he ran a finger along the underside of Ruki’s jaw until he reached the edge of the dog collar, enjoying how the vocalist’s flesh jumped under his ministrations.

“Only because you said there was another part to this present of yours. So it better be good Rei,” Ruki said derisively, which made the latent anger Reita had felt earlier flare up stronger.

It appeared that Ruki had yet to still let go of the attitude he had shown Reita a few weeks ago. But Reita was okay with that, because the tight pants Ruki wore allowed the bassist a glimpse of his half-erect cock.

Reita should have known that the only reason Ruki would have come here was for his own needs, rather than some urge to make things right with his lover. Ruki had a tendency to be selfish that way, but Reita was okay with that.

He was here, and that was all that Reita needed.

Grasping his chin, Reita pulled Ruki closer to give him a harsh kiss, his tongue roughly parting the younger man’s lips so he could taste his mouth. Ruki only managed a gasp before he felt himself respond, biting on Reita’s tongue hard enough so he could almost taste blood.

Reita yelped as he jumped back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes turned dark. But one look at Ruki’s heaving chest and dilated pupils and he knew to not take that act of insolence to heart.

“I’m not your bitch Reita,” Ruki said, his voice hard as he emphasised his point.

“I know Ruki, don’t worry. All you have to say is ‘strawberry’ and we are done, okay?” Reita said smoothly. Ruki’s eyes flickered in understanding at the out that Reita had given him, and this time it was his turn to close the gap between them so that he could kiss the bassist.

This time he let Reita’s tongue reach deeper until it was licking the roof of his mouth, as Ruki languorously sucked at it so that he could taste the faint hint of toothpaste.

“So…where is my present then?” Ruki purred, now more than interested at how all of this was going to play out. Reita grinned against the vocalist’s mouth as he let his hands slip doing to the younger man’s waist.

“You won’t need your pants that’s for sure,” Reita said as he undid the button at the waistband and slid down the zip. He then reached behind so that he could slide his hand down the back of Ruki’s pants to cup his bare buttocks, not surprised to find that the vocalist wore no underwear.

Reita still couldn't stop a groan from escaping at the fact, no more than he could stop himself from running his fingers through the crack of Ruki’s ass to feel the sensitive flesh and rub against his puckered hole.

The bassist then brought one hand to his mouth so he could lick the tips, tasting the slight sweat and musk even on his nails. Ruki shuddered at the look in Reita’s eyes as he did so, only to close his own when the bassist cupped his cock and balls with his other hand.

But Ruki wasn't a passive lover, and reciprocated by squeezing the older man’s dick through his worn sleeping shorts, the shape clear under the jersey cloth.

“Unbutton your shirt Ru,” Reita ordered as he dropped to his knees. Ruki nodded as fumbled at the fastenings as Reita tugged at his pants so that it pooled around his feet.

The vocalist moaned as Reita suddenly licked along the length without preamble, and gave little sucking kisses to the area around the tip before lifting up his cock so he could do the same to his testicles.

Ruki growled in disapproval as Reita suddenly stopped, but had no time to protest as the older man suddenly yanked at the ring of the collar to pull him in for another short kiss.

“Oh come on Ruki, you don’t expect it to be that easy do you?” Reita chuckled as he pulled at the ring so that they were heading for his bedroom. He led Ruki to the armchair located in the corner of the room, before turning to flick on a side lamp to allow a little more light.

“Now sit there like a good boy for a minute will you? You caught me a little off guard, and I have a couple of things to prepare,” Reita said as he rummaged through his bedside drawer.

“Prepare? What the hell is it you got me Reita?” Ruki said demandingly, his curiousity overruling his earlier reservations. But his heart dropped a little when he heard Reita give a little ‘aha’ before holding up one of his nosebands.

“Reita, I don’t know…”

“Shh….it’s going to be okay baby,” Reita said reassuringly as he kissed Ruki on the forehead before tying the makeshift blindfold around his eyes, cloaking the younger man’s world in darkness.

Ruki had to take several deep breaths as he worked to calm himself at the sudden loss of sight. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, the harsh material of the chair feeling even pronounced against his ass as the loss of sight made his skin even more sensitive.

After what seemed like ages, but in reality was only a few minutes, Ruki felt the air shift as Reita finally came back to him.

“Reita, take this off me now please,” Ruki said, mild anxiety making his words come out sharp.

But Reita was clearly not in the mood to let the vocalist dictate the pace. Instead, the older man just remained silent, but his fingers were busy as Ruki felt frequent tugs at his collar.

Just as he was about to repeat his demand to Reita, the bassist suddenly took off the blindfold before reverently kissing his eyelids and stepping back. Ruki blinked as his eyes adjusted, but then they flew open in shock as Reita stepped away so that he could see his handiwork.

There, sitting in the center of the room, was something that looked like a saddle. Black and gleaming, its half cylindrical shape heavily marking the carpet as a remote snaked from the back. It would have looked like an art-deco chair if it weren't for the substantial rubber phallus sticking up from the middle.

“Surprise baby,” Reita said, clearly pleased with himself.

“Rei…what the hell is….”

“It’s called a sybian Ru,” Reita said smokily as he stood to the side of his boyfriend so as to allow him a better look. “Think of it as a kind of vibrator on steroids.”

“I know what it is Reita,” Ruki snapped, clearly telling the bassist not to think him stupid. “Surely you aren’t expecting me to sit on that fucking thing. That’s for girls.”

“A cock is a cock no matter where it’s going Ruki. It doesn't matter if it's a pussy or up your ass, shouldn’t be much of a difference,” Reita said as nibbled at the stretch lobe earring on Ruki’s right earlobe.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you aren’t a little curious how it will feel to have that between your legs. Unlike me it never gets tired, it never slackens, it will keep pounding your ass until your balls are dry. How could that not be intriguing?” Reita said smugly.

Ruki felt his heartbeat speed up as Reita placed those images in his head, choking a little as he felt a tug at the collar. It was only then he noticed that the older man had tied a leather strap to the ring, effectively leashing him.

“So get on your knees Ruki so I can get you ready,” Reita said as he gently tugged at the collar. But Ruki still wasn't prepared to give in fully yet.

“No Reita,” he growled as gripped the armrests for dear life. Annoyance finally flashed in Reita’s eyes as he decided that he had enough.

“I said…get…on…your…knees…you stubborn little fuck,” Reita hissed as he roughly yanked at the leash so that Ruki stumbled from the chair and sprawled across the floor.

Ruki’s head snapped to the side as his eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw in anger. He was about to get up and give Reita a swift kick in the nuts until the bassist pulled at the strap again so he stayed down, his head making painful contact with the carpet.

“You always make it hard on yourself, don't you Ruki?” Reita mocked as he kneeled behind Ruki’s prone form and shortened the leash further so as to not give the vocalist any chance to escape.

Keeping his grip firm, Reita parted Ruki’s buttocks so that he could lick at his crack, letting his tongue travel up and down until he was lapping as the vocalist’s back entrance.

All of Ruki’s joints suddenly gave way when he felt Reita increase his efforts, trying to penetrate him with just his tongue. Reita groaned when he felt Ruki’s muscles inadvertently clench around the intrusion.

“Reita…” Ruki let out a choked moan as the tautness of the leash rendered him unable to take a proper deep breath. His blood pounded in his ears forcing him to close his eyes as he heard the faint click of a cap, which was then followed by the feeling of two of Reita’s fingers sliding into him.

“That’s it Ru, just relax baby. I’m going to make you feel great,” Reita promised as he scissored his fingers and drove them deeper into the heated softness of Ruki’s body.

Once he was satisfied that Ruki wasn’t going to try anything, he used his free hand to let loose just enough of the strap so that the vocalist’s shoulders could drop to the floor. Reita then pulled his fingers out and quickly reached for Ruki’s hands so that he could tie them behind his back with the loose end of the leash, leaving just enough slack.

“Reita? Reita! Come on!” Ruki said, trying not to sound panicky as he pulled at his bonds and realised that he couldn't move that much without being strangled. He could practically feel Reita’s smile against his back as the bassist brought him up so that he was sitting on his haunches.

“It’s okay Ruki, I just need you to prepare yourself a little more while I get the sybian ready,” Reita said as he dripped a copious amount of lube on Ruki’s fingers.

“Prepare myself? How? I’m not a contortionist you sadistic bastard,” Ruki cursed as he tried to turn around to glare at his lover. Reita simply shrugged and planted a kiss on Ruki’s cheek, which he tried to avoid with a flick of his head.

“Improvise? It’s not my loss baby if you aren’t stretched enough,” Reita said casually as he got up so that he could walk towards the sybian. For some reason, it irritated the hell out of Ruki that here he was practically nude while Reita still had all his clothes on.

It took all of Reita’s willpower to ignore his lover as he coated the rubber dick on the sybian with lube. He slathered the entire length with the slick substance, only looking up when he heard Ruki moan.

Reita felt his throat turn dry as he saw Ruki almost doubled backwards, the position forcing him to flex his hips and his cock to stand out even higher as he reached inside himself. And there was no question that Ruki had at least somewhat succeeded judging by the soft mewls coming from the base of his throat.

Inside the confines of his shorts, Reita felt himself grow even harder as damp spots appeared on the fabric. Taking a deep breath, Reita walked over to his boyfriend to pull him to his feet and towards the sybian.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself yet Ruki, the fun’s not started yet,” Reita said, as he tried to keep his voice normal.

But it was hard to stop himself from fucking his boyfriend right there and then given how Ruki looked. So close to the edge that a misplaced touch could knock him over, his skin flush and glistening with sweat.

Standing Ruki over the sybian, Reita slowly guided the vocalist down so that was he was straddling the device. Ruki gasped as he felt the rubber tip at his asshole, but was forced to continue his movement downwards so that his body accepted the fake cock bit by bit until he was fully astride the sybian with his thighs gripping the slippery sides.

Stepping away, Reita let Ruki’s head fall forward so that he could balance himself, even kindly adjusting his balls so that they were resting right on top of the vibrating plate.

“How does it feel Ruki?” Reita asked softly as he sat down next to the sybian.

Reita couldn't remember the last time he had been this turned on. Ruki looked fucking amazing, riding the machine like some porn star as his dog collar sparkled against his throat. Never mind the burnished length of leather trailing down his chest, cutting across his stomach and looping around the back.

“It feels…strange Reita,” Ruki confessed. He felt full definitely, but he also felt the compulsion to keep his body straight, as if unable to bend over. A quicksilver smile darted across Reita’s face as he reached for the remote and turned up the dial to the lowest setting.

A low rumbling noise filled the room but it was drowned out by Ruki’s much louder moans as he felt the rubber dick vibrate inside him.

“How does it feel now?” Reita asked casually as he ran a finger up the slit on Ruki’s cock, letting the fluids dampen his fingertips.

“Reita it feels like, like…just…” but words failed Ruki as he found it hard to concentrate. He wanted to tell Reita that the teasing pressure against his prostate and the vibration under his balls caused the faintest waves of pleasure to course through him, leaving his body craving for more.

Ruki barely caught the evil grin Reita sported before he pushed the dial up to max causing him to almost scream. But he didn't stop the loud curses falling from his lips when Reita suddenly took his cock into his mouth and started sucking hard.

Ruki felt starbursts explode behind his eyelids as his orgasm came like a kick to the stomach, flooding Reita’s mouth with his spunk. But still the vibrations didn't stop, which made the muscles around his pelvis cramp in a series of spasms.

But thankfully, Reita turned the dial down to a minimum as he got up to spit Ruki’s semen into the corner of his tank top before shrugging it off and tossing it to the corner of his room.

Ruki didn't even get a respite before Reita grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up so that he was face to face with his cock. Reita was so impatient that he didn't even bother to take off his shorts all the way, just pulling it down enough to free his length, the elastic bunching under his testicles.

“Suck, come on,” Reita almost barked the order, before pushing the head of his dick against Ruki’s mouth until he was forced to part his lips. Soon Ruki found himself gagging on a mouthful of cock as Reita pushed his length deeper so that it was bumping the back of his throat.

The bitter salty taste assaulted his palate as Ruki automatically swallowed as he tried to breathe through his nostrils, sucking so hard it made his jaw hurt. Reita tightened his grip on Ruki’s hair until it was painful as he fucked his mouth with sharp, short thrusts.

“Yes…yes…yes,” Reita moaned as he threw his head back, his cock twitching almost violently as he came so deep inside Ruki’s mouth that his cum slid down the back of the younger man’s throat.

Ruki coughed as he tried not to choke, fighting to take deep breaths. Still it did not stop Reita’s semen from dripping from his mouth and dribbling down his chin.

Breathing hard himself, Reita shook his head to gain some semblance of sanity even as aftershocks ran through this body. But the rushed blowjob had served its purpose, taking the edge off so that Reita could concentrate on pushing Ruki’s boundaries a little more.

Licking his lips, Reita fell to his knees as he followed the spunk trail down from Ruki’s mouth until his chest, gathering the sticky fluid on his tongue so that he could spread them over the younger man’s nipples.

Ruki’s head rolled to the side in slight embarrassment as he felt Reita suck at the sensitive tips and nibble at the hardening flesh. Reita could never understand why Ruki was so self-conscious when it came to his body, he thought he was gorgeous.

“Fucking incredible,” Reita breathed as he sat back on his heels and started at his lover, hoping Ruki could catch the double meaning to his compliment.

Ruki swallowed, but just stopped short of nodding, the look in his eyes and the rosy tint in his skin revealing more than enough about how much he had enjoyed that.

“You've…had…your fun Reita. Now get me off this thing,” Ruki ordered, suddenly back to his usual bossy self, no doubt in an effort to gain back some control after the moment of vulnerability. Plus, the sybian was still vibrating to the point where it was uncomfortable.

Reita’s head suddenly jerked up at Ruki’s tone. Clearly the vocalist had learned nothing from their little exchange. Gritting his teeth, he maliciously pushed the dial up on the remote once again causing Ruki to cry out.

“No, Ruki. Not yet,” Reita hissed, as he ran his thumb up and down the controls, causing the fake cock still inside Ruki to pulse. The intense pain pleasure made Ruki dig his nails into his palms as he felt his cock harden once more against his will.

“Reita you fucking bastard, it hurts!” Ruki said almost pitifully, which made very real concern cross Reita’s face. But he noted that Ruki hadn’t used their safe word yet, which told him that he wasn't at his limit not matter what he said.

So he steeled himself and only turned the dial down a notch, just enough so that the twinges of pain had faded somewhat from Ruki’s expression. Reita then reached for his lover’s cock and roughly started stroking it so it was half-erect.

“Not yet Ruki, just a little more baby and then…” Reita whispered in his lover’s ear as he pushed the younger man’s shirt off his shoulders until it gathered around his elbows in order to let his skin cool down a little.

“And then?” Ruki panted as he let his head fall against the bassist’s shoulder.

“And then…I’ll fuck your brains out,” Reita finished casually. “Shouldn’t let the sybian have all the fun after all,” Reita added with a smug smile as he got to his feet and went to rummage through their toy drawer again.

This time Ruki didn’t flinch as he felt something cold clasp against his dick and scrotum, guessing that Reita might use a cock ring on him. It was obvious from his earlier touches, how he wanted Ruki to be just hard enough without getting him off.

“You are a real dickhead you know that?” Ruki snarled in between heavy breaths.

“Now, now...” Reita chastised as he moved the remote out of Ruki’s reach, just incase. "You just stay there again like a good little boy, and I’ll get you something to drink okay?”

Without waiting for a reply, Reita exited the room leaving Ruki in his half-frustrated state with the sybian still vibrating inside him. His legs quavered from the strain as he tried hard to grip the sloped sides, the sweat making the task doubly difficult and his inner thighs ache.

Ruki found he had to relax his shoulders a little otherwise the effort of riding that damn thing was just too much for his body to take. And just shifting around made the bittersweet agony he was feeling lance across his skin as the leather that bound him cut into his wrists.

When Reita finally came back into the room, naked and holding a champagne flute along with a plate, it took almost all of Ruki’s willpower not to sob in relief. His eyes darted upwards at the glass Reita was holding, which was half full of golden liquid.

And resting at the bottom, amidst the bubbles, was the sliver of a peach.

Ruki immediately felt his mouth water as Reita placed the plate next to him so that he could smell the heady nectar of the fruit, which was so bruised that its skin was almost black although the flesh was the colour of dark honey.

“You know, I read somewhere Ruki that this is how they eat peaches in Italy? In a glass of sweet white wine, it's an aphrodisiac apparently,” Reita said offhandedly, as if he were giving Ruki a cooking lesson.

Ruki licked his lips as he watched Reita tip the glass back so that he could get at the peach. Watched with naked envy as he saw the fruit pass through his lips, the quiver of his throat as he swallowed.

“Not bad, you want some?” Reita offered, taunted really, as he reached for another peach slice to drop in the glass.

“Yes…please,” Ruki breathed, the saliva practically pooling in his mouth forcing him to swallow.

Reita raised his eyebrow at the plea, but placed the rim of the glass on Ruki’s bottom lip, tilting his chin up so that his teeth could latch on to the fruit. Reita used his fingers to push the peach in fully, stepping back only to lick his sticky fingers.

Taking another segment, Reita dipped it into the wine but instead of putting it in the glass, placed the half-moon slice between his teeth. Leaning forward, Reita moved as if to kiss Ruki, but instead crushed the fruit against his lover’s mouth trying to get most of inside.

The bassist used his tongue to gather the last pieces of fruit and forced Ruki to swallow it, which he did eagerly. When they broke apart, Reita pulled back only slightly so as to take in the sight of Ruki’s mouth swollen with blood and glistening with juice, which made him groan deep in his chest.

“Do you want me?” Reita whispered, deliberately slowing down the pace, wanting to hear the answer he already knew.

“I want you,” Ruki breathed, his voice cracking as potent desire crawled in his veins.

Reita’s smile almost threatened to crack his face as he stood up, and moved a few inches closer.

“Then get me hard then,” Reita said, dipping his fingers into the dregs of the white wine before placing the glass to one side. Using the same hand, he started jerking at his own cock, dampening it with a mixture of alcohol and spit, while he reached for the discarded remote with his free hand.

Ruki didn't even think twice before leaning forward with his mouth open to accept Reita’s penis. Reita groaned again as Ruki suckled, more gently this time, letting his tongue twist around the bassist’s length as he tried to get all the sweetness. He traced every vein, curling his tongue so as to take him deeper.

“I…swear, if I tasted of peaches Ru, you would want to blow me every day huh?” Reita said jovially, even as his voice dropped several timbres.

It was a ridiculously bad joke, and Ruki showed his displeasure at it by shooting Reita a glare, even as his lips were wrapped around the older man’s cock.

But soon he was too engrossed in sucking Reita off, the mixture of the lingering bitterness of his lover’s spunk and the sweetness of the fruit intoxicating him. He ached to reach for Reita’s slim ass, so he could grip it and pull it closer, the action never failing to turn him on.

“Baby…God baby…you are so good, fuck,” Reita cursed as he gripped the remote in his hand harder. He had just enough presence of mind to flick the dial up, which caused Ruki’s body to jerk and him to moan as he blew him even harder.

Reita soon found that by controlling the vibrations, he could also control the degree of Ruki’s suction. He watched as his actions made Ruki push himself up slightly before heavily sitting back down, humping himself on the toy.

“Good Ruki, now its your turn,” Reita panted out as he pulled his cock out, leaving Ruki feeling bereft.

“Reita, please...I want it baby.” Ruki was not above begging now, which Reita hadn’t originally wanted, but was a bonus nonetheless. Reita’s gaze was hungry as he saw Ruki mindlessly arch his back, tipping his weight back so that the dildo was as far in as it could possibly go.

“What do you want Ru? Hmm?” Reita asked as he walked behind his boyfriend, while still adjusting the controls. Sitting behind Ruki, he pushed the younger man forward slightly so he could get a better look at the dildo currently inside his boyfriend.

Reita’s breathing sped up at the sight of Ruki’s body stretched tight against the plastic intrusion, clenching against the base as if wanting to swallow it whole. Placing his cock just above Ruki’s entrance, Reita teased the pulled flesh, stretching it a little more.

“Come on, tell me what it is you want,” Reita hissed as he pushed the dial up to the max again, groaning loudly when the vibrations traveled from his cock and straight up his spine.

He buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck when the feeling got too intense, sinking his teeth into the sensitive join between throat and shoulder, sucking until it was bruised.

“I want your cock Rei, fucking me, fucking me until I come,” Ruki said in between his moans, the cock ring feeling so restrictive that his dick throbbed heavily against his thighs.

“I want it Rei, I want it so deep inside me until it’s practically in my throat. Fuck me…fuck me…” Ruki openly begged, not realising the filth dripping from his words, his mind so close to gone that he was dizzy.

With a growl, Reita wrenched Ruki off the sybian, which made him whimper in pain but Ruki really didn't care at this point. The younger man didn't even register the press of his bound fists against his back as he fell to the floor. He just spread his legs as wide as he could until his thighs protested against the pull.

That was all it took for Reita to drop to the floor, hooking Ruki’s knees over his shoulders until he was bent double and plunged his cock inside his lover. Both of them cried out at the sudden penetration, the heat from Ruki’s body almost scorching as it engulfed his dick.

Reita felt the sweat drip down his back as he started to thrust, his hips slapping against Ruki’s ass as he dug his knees into the carpet to gain better anchor. His movements were sharp and jerky and without finesse as he nailed his boyfriend as hard as his body would allow.

At that moment, Ruki wanted so badly to hold Reita. To dig his nails into Reita’s arms so he could be as close as he could possibly be to his lover. Instead, he raised his hips as best as he could in his restricted position so he could take the bassist in as deep as possible, clenching every time his cock slid home. He felt his own cock slap against his stomach, leaving translucent streaks across his skin.

“Take it baby, take it like a man Ruki,” Reita said harshly.

“Let me come Rei, let me come please baby,” Ruki moaned as he was pounded harder. Reita could feel how ready he was, how his body arched like a bow, every nerve ending probably poised to snap.

“But not yet, not yet,” Reita almost groaned out loud as he fought to control himself, every fiber of his being screaming as he slowed down the speed of his thrusts.

“Who do you belong to Ruki?” Reita suddenly asked, his voice reedy and thin as a result of the willpower it took to hold himself back.

“Reita…no,” Ruki moaned as he helpless tried to push Reita’s cock deeper inside him.

“Tell me, who do you belong to!” Reita ordered, coupling his words with a harsh, deep thrust, which made Ruki throw his head back with a loud cry.

“You…”

“What was that Ruki?” Reita egged on as he viciously pulled at the leash so he could claim Ruki’s lips in a messy kiss.

“You! You fucking asshole, now let me come!” Ruki growled, but the sound soon dissolved into moans as Reita started thrusting harder. The cries kept getting ripped from his throat as Ruki felt his body roil, as a mini orgasm tore through him.

Reita’s eyes glinted as he felt Ruki convulse around his cock, his balls tight against the ring. He wanted to feel that again, and shifted his angle so that reach deeper and so that he could keep brushing Ruki’s sweet spot. He let one hand sneak down to rub at Ruki’s leaking cock with his knuckles, even though the extra stimulation must have been painful.

“Reita…please…”

“Just one more time baby, come for me that way one more time. Yes…yes…that’s it, that’s it. Good boy,” Reita urged breathlessly as he felt Ruki’s body jerk one more time, his cock testing the limits of the ring. The older man was forced to hold his lover down with a grunt as he sloppily released the catch, before gathering Ruki into his arms.

“Fuck, fuck…shit,” Reita uttered intelligible curses as he felt his cock throb and suddenly he was coming, shooting his load deep inside his boyfriend. The heat from Reita’s spunk was all Ruki needed to come, his dick spurting between the two of them.

Bliss. Utter bliss.

For a few minutes they stayed locked in the position as they tried to calm down their mutual erratic heartbeats. Their bodies were sore as fuck, and pushed to the limit, but there was no denying the flood of satisfaction they both felt.

Reita pulled back first, wiping Ruki’s sweaty bangs from his forehead as he placed loving kisses on the bridge of his nose, followed by his mouth. For a split second, Reita worried if he had pushed Ruki too far, but felt a warm relief spread through him when the vocalist kissed him back just as tenderly.

Reita let out a breath as he pulled out of Ruki, before cradling him in his arms so that he could bring him to bed.

“Reita…let me down, I’m not some girl,” Ruki mumbled half-heartedly but he ultimately didn't stop the bassist from carrying him. If anything he nestled his head deeper into his lover’s neck.

Reita almost shook his head at still how defiant the vocalist was, and was about to make a crack about what a heavy load he made until he remembered that he still wanted his balls in the morning.

But he split the difference and unceremoniously dumped Ruki on the bed, causing him to give an angry yelp as he bounced on the surface.

Hiding a smile behind his hand, Reita undid the Ruki’s restraints and gently slipped the collar from his neck. As he soothingly kissed the striations the leather left, he reached for the wet wipes by the bed so he could clean up.

Ruki sighed contentedly as he felt the whisper of gauze against his stomach and chest, cleaning up the mess of sweat, wine and semen. He even lifted his leg a little so that Reita to get into the harder to reach places.

It was only after Reita had wiped himself down, and crawled into bed still naked that he finally spoke, cupping Ruki’s face gently so that he could look him in the eye.

“You okay baby?” Reita murmured. “You were okay with the game, weren’t you?”

In comparison to how forcefully he had asserted his dominance earlier, Reita’s sudden about face would have seemed confusingly out of place. But it was such typical behaviour on the part of the bassist that Ruki had to smile.

“I didn’t mind but,” Ruki ran a thumb over Reita’s cheekbones, allowing the older man to kiss his palm.

“Mind telling me what’s going on Rei? What is it exactly that is troubling you?” Ruki asked bluntly, but with a soft undertone of worry lining his words.

Reita thought momentarily about brushing it off, about leaving it for another day, as he didn't want to spoil the amazing afterglow he was feeling. But he knew that Ruki wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew, and to be fair, he deserved to know.

“It’s about you and Uruha okay,” Reita mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. “ I got…a little jealous…”

“Okay, okay maybe I got very jealous,” Reita corrected himself when Ruki gave him a look that told him to not fuck with him. “I got very jealous at the flirting between the two of you.”

Ruki looked genuinely perplexed.

“You know that it’s just flirting Rei. In the end, we both go home to different people. It’s just a bit of fun, and its certainly nothing new,” Ruki said as he ran a hand up and down Reita’s forearm.

“Yeah but,” Reita worried his bottom lip before continuing. “You used to do a lot more with me as well. And….”

The bassist hesitated, but was reassured by the way Ruki gently squeezed his arm.

“Pretty soon, there were people coming up to me and asking wither Uruha was your boyfriend, or whether there was something between you guys. You know, like that stylist of yours? He seemed a little bit too interested for my liking, but I can hardly tell him about us.”

“Oh Reita you dip, you know better than to listen to other people. Who cares what the fuck they think,” Ruki said with a resigned sigh.

“I guess I overreacted Ruki. Hence the sybian and the collar,” Reita said as he motioned to the machine that was sitting inconspicuously at the foot of the bed. Ruki’s eyes flicked in that direction too, but it wasn’t that which made his heart ache a little.

“But Reita…” Reita turned his attention back to his lover only to be taken aback by the slightly sad look in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you trust me?” Ruki said softly. “Why did you need all this to get your answer, when you know how I feel about you.”

“I do trust you Ruki, but I guess I wanted to show you that I wasn’t boring or anything,” Reita laughed ruefully as he rubbed the back of his head. “So when you just pushed aside my present like that, I guess I snapped and went overboard.”

Ruki was silent for a couple of moments as he looked at Reita’s face, finally understanding his reason. He guessed Reita’s argument made sense, and wondered if he might do the same if their roles were reversed.

“It’s okay Reita, you had your reasons. Extremely stupid and idiotic reasons, but still valid enough,” Ruki said punching the bassist lightly on the chest.

“I’ll never find you boring Rei, and this evening just cemented that my opinion. But I am sorry you felt that way, and if it makes you feel better, I’ll tone down the flirting with Uru, okay?” Ruki added as he moved closer so that he could kiss Reita on the forehead.

Ruki go the wind knocked out of him slightly as Reita suddenly wrapped his arms around him so that he could bury his face in the crook of the younger man’s neck.

“Thanks Ruki, love ya okay?” Reita said gruffly, which made any resentment that Ruki might have still felt melt away. Aoi was right, although Reita should have trusted him more, he shouldn’t have doubted Reita’s intentions either.

“In the end, what we were doing was stupid Reita. We were involving other people, and that wasn't fair to them either. Plus, Aoi really was ready kill me at one point,” Ruki chuckled dryly, which Reita echoed.

“I just hope Kai hasn't said anything to Ruka either,” Reita laughed under his breath. “Did you…did you like your presents regardless?” he added tentatively.

Ruki’s brow furrowed as he pretended to think, which made Reita panic a little. The feeling didn't lesson when Ruki’s face relaxed into a smile, but his eyes still bore the faintest sparkle of mischief.

“I’m okay about the collar, I like the sybian though. One of these days, I would like to see you on it. What do you say?” Ruki said, as he cheekily tweaked Reita’s nipple making him jump.

“Sure,” Reita laughed under his breath. “There is always tomorrow, and that thing has a one-year warranty,” he added with a smile as he pulled the blanket up to cover the both of them.

Pulling Ruki closer, Reita let his lover rest on his chest before closing his eyes. Although he was absolutely exhausted, Ruki fought to keep his eyes open as he felt Reita’s breathing gradually become regular.

Still, he kept his gaze downcast on the off chance that Reita might see the hint of insecurity behind his hooded lashes, which he normally hid very well. It was only when he was sure Reita was asleep that Ruki spoke what was on his mind, in a hushed voice so as to not wake his lover.

“You really are an idiot Reita. I love you to pieces, how could you think I could ever leave you?” Ruki said quietly.

“Just as long as you don’t leave me either,” Ruki finished the thought in his head before he too fell asleep.

**

Reita didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he received his credit card bill a few weeks later. That damn custom made collar and the sybian had pretty much wiped him out for the rest of the month, which meant no new additions for his bike.

“Shit,” Reita muttered as he went through the figures once more, pausing once in a while to use his fingers to do the calculations. He was so preoccupied with balancing his accounts that he didn't hear the room to the door open. But he did blink when a tall shadow cast over him, blocking out the ceiling light.

Reita looked up and felt his heart go cold and shrivel up as Ruka loomed above him, glowering and looking like an extremely pissed off redwood tree.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Reita asked, cringing inwardly as he hoped his voice didn’t sound as squeaky as it did in his head.

Stooping down a little, Ruka caught a handful of Reita’s collar with his right hand and pulled him closer so he could look him in the eye.

‘Knock…it…off.”

Ruka was always a man of few words, but really he didn't need to say anything more. Reita got his message loud and clear, nodding as Ruka let him go and gave him one last hard look, before doing an about turn and walking out the door.

Reita let out a relieved breath that he at least hadn’t gotten clobbered, and brushed down his clothes as he attempted to ignore how his hands were trembling. This really wasn't his day, Reita thought as he turned his attention back to his bill.

“Man…”

“Hey Reita…”

Reita looked up at the sound of Ruki’s voice to find him standing there, with his bag slung against his shoulders and a knit cap sitting low on his head. He was clearly ready to leave, but Reita was still too consumed by thoughts of how to survive this month by the skin of his teeth.

“No expensive ramen, no good booze, no modification jobs. Fuckity, fuckity…”

“Reita! Are you listening to me!”

Reita jerked up at Ruki’s reprimand, flushing a little as he had clearly been not paying attention to what his lover had been saying.

“Sorry Ruki, what did you say again?”

Ruki rolled his eyes at Reita’s distracted state, but stepped forward nonetheless as his hand went up to his neck.

“I said….” he started, the slow roll in his voice suddenly making the hairs on the back of the bassist’s neck stand up. Reita inhaled sharply as Ruki slowly pulled down the top of his turtleneck sweater, just enough so he could see the dog collar.

“I need a ride,” Ruki finished huskily.

Suddenly Reita found himself thinking, who needed expensive booze and food anyway when he could have Ruki’s cock on tap.

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The End

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