Fanfiction: The Way We Met (Part II)
A/N:Firstly thank you so much for all the comments. I recognise how small the fandom is so I really do appreciate every single one. Please enjoy part two and comments are much loved ^^
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The Way We Met
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Very few things annoyed Kei.
But getting a sms just as about you were going to fall asleep would have even tested the patience of a saint. Especially since he hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days and thus was feeling completely exhausted. Plus Aki’s black leather couch was so ridiculously comfortable, which was why he was planning to have nap there while waiting for his lover to come home.
Bleary eyed, Kei flipped open his phone, stifling a yawn as he registered that the message came from Mizuki. But he bolted upright, completely awake when he read the text, his grip on his phone tightening as the words started to register.
“I’m…going…to kill him.”
Kei gritted his teeth when he heard the door slamming accompanied by the metallic clinking of keys, which told him that Aki had just gotten back. Getting to his feet, Kei turned to face his boyfriend who was currently standing in the hallway taking off his shoes.
Aki was about to walk into the living room, when the sight of Kei looking at him with a frighteningly steady gaze with his hands on his hips stopped him in his tracks.
“What?” Aki finally said with a questioning arch of his eyebrow.
Stalking swiftly towards him, Kei all but shoved his phone into the bassist’s face. Aki blinked, but didn't flinch as he quickly scanned the message.
“You…complete…me? What the fuck Aki? When in our entire relationship have I ever said that? Not even that, when have you ever known me to spout anything so cheesy?” Kei spat out.
Aki could understand why Kei was so mad. Above all, the drummer hated to look like a fool, especially in front of a certain guitarist, a thought that incensed Aki like no other.
But Aki knew he had a right to be pissed off as well. Kei hadn’t been completely innocent in his recent actions either. And the bassist knew the younger man well, which is how he knew the very root of why Kei had said what he said to Mizuki.
However, even as the anger bubbled inside him, Aki kept his cold front as he slipped his bag off his shoulder with a throwaway shrug and dumped it on the floor.
“Well, when have you ever known me to fumble at my bass because I was so distracted by you?” Aki shot back, his eyes narrowing when he saw no reaction, no shame from his boyfriend.
“You have nobody to blame but yourself Kei. You started it when you told Mi that fairytale about how we got together. Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who was so desperate to be in a relationship with you, that is simply not my style,” Aki said as he leaned against his baby grand piano that was behind his couch. It took up a hell of a lot of room, but it was one of those things he always promised himself he would buy once he had the money.
Kei crossed arms as he walked around the couch so he could lean against its back so that he was facing his boyfriend, his hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles whitened.
“Well if memory serves, you didn't exactly hold back at the chance to jump into my pants either,” Kei retorted. “In the end Aki, we both walked into this relationship with our eyes wide open. So don't make it sound like I was gagging to be your boyfriend.”
For a minute both men just stared each other down. At the back of his mind, Kei knew it was stupid for them get into a fight this big over something so stupid, but try as he might he couldn't just let it go.
“I was perfectly happy before you walked into my life Aki,” Kei finally said. Aki’s head snapped up at Kei’s words, his lip-ring chain jingling softly.
“Oh really Kei? You were happy being hopelessly in love with someone you could never have? That’s rich,” Aki snarled, his anger finally manifesting itself.
Kei looked at him in confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“Come off it Kei. The only reason you made it sound like I was the one chasing after you, was because you wanted to show off to Mizuki, admit it,” Aki challenged, and smirked to himself when he saw the drummer flush.
“You wanted to show him you were desirable, what a catch he had missed. Well, I’m sorry but I don't appreciate being used in that manner. Especially since I think I’ve shown you more than enough that I’m completely invested in this relationship,” Aki said coolly.
Kei’s eyes narrowed. Again, the drummer was exhibiting that quiet strength that Aki loved, but at times like this was a real pain in the ass.
“Don't make it sound like you are completely blameless either. I’m sure the only reason you embellished was because it was Mao,” Kei said, putting an added emphasis on the vocalist’s name, a cruel spark in his normally affable brown eyes when he saw the bassist getting the tiniest bit flustered.
But as quickly as it came, it went and Aki was once more sporting his uninterested mask.
“So you admit that it was because of Mizuki why the story of how we got together turned out the way it did? That’s just bloody sad Kei, I thought that what we had would be good enough for you,” Aki said quietly.
“Don’t turn this on me Aki, you hardly denied what I said about Mao. I’m sorry, but I’m not him, I won’t ever be him,” Kei said, wondering why what he said actually hurt. Maybe it was because it made him realise that no matter what he did, he wouldn't ever match Aki’s ideal.
Mao was handsome, charismatic, whose emotions wrote themselves on his face and in the words he penned down. Aki knew him as well as he knew his own name. Kei in contrast was boyish and he knew that the older man often found it hard to figure him out.
But it didn't dawn on Kei that Aki was probably feeling the same way. He was as far removed from Mizuki as one could possibly be. Mizuki and Aki weren’t just polar opposites, they were polar galaxies.
However, it wasn't that which put out Aki’s fire. It was the realisation that while they both knew the true story of how they got together, they had never really stopped to ask why they had gotten together in the first place.
His earlier words to Mao suddenly came back to echo in his head, that it was more than just personality and looks that had drawn him to the drummer. And when the answer finally came to him, he knew that he had to let Kei know it.
Suddenly stepping forward, Aki put his arm on either side of the younger man, effectively pinning him to the couch causing him to stiffen. Kei drew a breath when Aki looked at him through hooded lashes, his eyes black as onyx.
“You aren’t Mao,” Aki said, his voice hard, which made Kei’s heart drop. “And at one point all I wanted was Mao, that is true.”
Kei tried to turn his head only to have Aki catch him by the chin.
“But let me finish Kei. I always knew that I could never have Mao, something that took me a very long time to admit. I may have known him longer, but Mao has always been Mizuki’s, from the very moment they met. Even if he didn't realise it until recently,” Aki said, his tone doing a complete 180 and coming out almost gentle.
“As Mizuki has always been Mao’s,” Kei said back, their minds finally on the same wavelength. Kei let out a wry laugh as he bent his head forward.
“So ultimately, neither of us ever had a chance did we? Has the answer always been that simple Aki?” Kei asked, placing his right hand on top of Aki’s, and felt the metal from his rings bite into his palm.
“In the end Kei, we are each other’s second choice. But I don't think that’s a bad thing or that we settled for second best,” Aki said, the smallest of smiles lifting the corner of his mouth.
“Aki, you need to know that you were never my second choice,” Kei said in a level tone of voice, which actually made a small spark of worry stutter the beat of his heart. But it eased when Kei wound a finger around Aki’s chain and gave it a soft tug.
“You were just the choice I never knew I had,” Kei finished fondly. Aki gave a deep chuckle.
“And you said you never one to spout cheesy lines, what bullshit Kei. At heart you are just a hopeless romantic,” Aki said, but his expression turned serious when he ran a thumb along the highest part of Kei’s cheekbone.
“You remember what I said to you? In the piano room?” Aki whispered, his voice once more carrying that silky purr.
Kei nodded as the memory came flooding back, filling his nostrils once again with the phantom scent of frayed carpeting and metallic studio equipment.
“That was never a lie, and I was...”
“As I was…eventually,” Kei smiled when he caught the faintest flicker in Aki’s normally stony eyes. Aki was so rarely ever vulnerable, only ever with Kei, and that never failed to get to him.
“I’m sorry…” they both said at the same time, and stopped.
Aki laughed softly again before tilting his head so he could press his lips to Kei. The bassist swore he could never get tired of kissing Kei, that plush mouth that he had often dreamed about always surpassing his fantasies.
Kei didn't hesitate before kissing him back, parting his mouth little so that he could feel the cold steel of Aki’s tongue piercing graze his bottom lip and click against the enamel of his teeth. He let his lips stray to the left of his boyfriend's mouth so he could kiss that delicate beauty mark that he found inexplicably sexy.
They just spent a few moments kissing each other, letting their lips and tongue meet and part, until both their mouths were damp from lazy passion they were feeling.
Eventually Aki pulled Kei back until they were sitting on the piano bench, with the younger man firmly seated in his lap. With one hand holding the small of his back, Aki let the other travel up the front of Kei’s fitted black shirt, feeling the heat of his skin through the cotton.
With one finger, Aki flicked the top button loose, baring more of Kei’s pale neck. Kei could feel Aki’s chain press into his flesh as the bassist migrated his mouth downwards towards his collarbone.
Kei threw his head back, partly because Aki suddenly decided to sink his teeth into the paper-thin skin as well as the hand that was currently bunched in his straw coloured hair pulling him open.
Aki purred deep in his throat once again as he undid another two buttons on Kei’s shirt, his nose brushing at the hollow in the center of the drummer’s chest, smelling skin and barest trace of smoke.
Kei’s jeans suddenly felt way too tight, constricting his growing erection as pushed at Aki’s leather jacket until it was off his shoulders. Aki helped by letting go of his lover so he could let the piece of clothing drop to the floor, leaving him in his simple black t-shirt.
Before Aki could part his shirt further and reach for his nipples, Kei drew the older man’s head up so he could kiss him again, more aggressively this time. The drummer bit down on Aki’s lip ring hard, the metal band and chain crunching between his teeth filling his mouth with a bitter taste.
Kei smiled as he heard Aki growl deep in his chest, knowing that the bassist always liked some element of pain with his pleasure. It was obvious from the numerous piercings he had that the older man got off on it, but Kei was always more than willing to oblige.
“Your mouth, Kei, I want in on me,” Aki breathed huskily into the younger man’s ear, knowing that he didn't need to elaborate more on what he wanted the drummer to do.
Kei smirked but slowly slid down to his knees in front of the bassist, pausing only to kiss Aki’s nipples through the thin material of his top. Once he was eye-level with his belt, Kei dug the heel of his hand against the prominent tent in the front of Aki’s leather trousers, which caused his breathing to quicken.
“Come on Kei,” Aki ordered as he pulled off his t-shirt and added it to the growing pile on the floor. Kei shot Aki a look as he unbuttoned his shirt all the way so to reveal a smooth expanse of pale skin down to his stomach.
It was only then that Kei reached for Aki’s heavy belt buckle and deftly undid it from the loops. He pulled the zip down with an exaggerated slowness to reveal Aki’s grey briefs that were currently skin tight as it hugged his cock and balls.
Edging the stretchy fabric down, Aki gave a sigh of relief when he felt his length spring free only to tense his body when Kei took the head of his cock between his lips.
For a few minutes, Kei just kept the tip in his mouth sucking lightly as he felt the silver balls decorating the head of Aki’s cock clack against his teeth. Kei had to smile, remembering Mizuki telling him that Mao’s cock was also pierced in a similar manner.
Aki and Mao were so alike, in a similar way that he and Mizuki were. Kei supposed it was no wonder why they paired up the way they did, each finding in each other what the other partner lacked.
But soon his attention was brought back to the present when he tasted Aki’s pre-cum on his tongue, bitter and sharp. Kei instinctively curled his tongue against the base of the head and felt, rather than heard, Aki’s groan.
“Deeper baby, come on,” Aki urged, his hand once more buried in Kei’s hair. He swore next time that he would get Kei to wear those extensions of his more often as those curls would allow him better leverage to drive his cock harder.
Kei obliged as he swallowed more of Aki’s length, until the bassist was as far in as he could be and not gag. But Kei was slow as he drew back, knowing that the sight of his full lips flush against his lover’s cock was an aphrodisiac like no other.
The drummer was quicker the second time around and was soon bobbing his head at a pretty fast clip, which Aki greatly appreciated. The bassist spread his thighs a bit wider when he felt Kei’s throat constrict around his dick.
But nothing compared to the surge of lust he felt when Kei let his cock drop out of his mouth complete and rubbed it across his lips, painting the plush flesh with semi-transparent white streaks.
Aki growled as he pushed Kei back on to the carpeting with a hard shove to his shoulders, causing him to half-sprawl on his back. Dropping to his knees, Aki placed his hands on Kei’s shoulders so he could push him fully to the floor.
“My turn,” Aki purred as he parted more of Kei’s shirt so he could finally reached his nipples, something that he had been denied earlier. Aki licked and sucked at the hardened buds, bruising the sensitive skin before traveling lower, blazing a path with wet kisses.
Kei drew a shuddery breath when Aki reached his belt, undoing it quickly and pulling it off with one hard tug. Kei squeezed his eyes shut when Aki started to go down on him with no hesitation and felt the chilly whisper of his lip chain against his balls.
But as always with Aki, his blowjobs were quick and simply a means to an end. Not that Kei was complaining when Aki bent his one knee so as open him wider, revealing his back entrance.
“Fuck, Aki,” Kei cursed when Aki made his tongue as broad and flat as possible and started lapping at his perineum. The drummer felt his nerves spark when Aki reached his arsehole and let his tongue dance and stretch the sensitive muscles, allowing his tongue stud to slip in.
And Kei’s bones damn near turned to water when Aki pursed his lips and started to suck. Then he felt a finger push inside him, making the feel of Aki’s mouth piercings even more prominent.
“You like that Kei? I know you like it baby,” Aki said, his voice muffled as he didn't slow down his actions.
Instead of answering, Kei simply pulled at Aki’s chain just enough so that he could kiss him again, so that he could taste his musk on the other man’s mouth. In one quick motion, Kei shifted his weight so that he could roll Aki on his back so that it was the drummer that was now straddling him with their equally wet cocks brushing together.
“Of course I like it, chain boy, don’t be stupid,” Kei said, as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. As he leaned in closer, he let his fingers trail to Aki’s navel piercing and flicked the bar there.
“But I want something else there Aki,” Kei said, his voice deep and honey-like to Aki’s ears. As erotic as Kei often told him his voice was, Aki found it just as arousing to hear such words, silky and emollient, coming from such an angelic face.
Turning to the side, Kei flipped open the top of the piano bench and started rummaging around the contents, pushing aside the music books until he found what he was looking for, namely a tube of lubricant and a condom.
Aki raised his eyebrow at Kei’s findings.
“Mind explaining why there is sexual paraphernalia in my piano stool Kei?” Aki said, but his reprimand held no sting to it. Kei shrugged as he flipped open the cap of the KY and squeezed some over his fingers.
“Because the last time we fucked at the piano, I was the one who had to get up and get it from the bedroom. And you were giving me good head at the time, so you can imagine what a mood killer that was you big bully,” Kei said reproachfully.
But the teasing mood soon turned serious when Kei lifted himself off his haunches so he could slide is own fingers inside himself. Aki licked his lips when he saw pleasure cross Kei’s face, knowing that he was probably scissoring his fingers.
Aki couldn't help but help things along as he braced Kei with one arm while he used his free hand to push the drummer’s fingers in deeper, causing him to gasp. But Aki soon felt his self-control start to fray and brought Kei’s hand to his mouth so he could suck on his fingers.
“Dirty pervert aren't you Aki,” Kei said with a sly grin as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. Putting the condom between his lips, Kei gave Aki a pointed look as he moved down so he could roll it over the bassist’s now aching prick.
Once it was firmly on, Aki’s throat turned dry when Kei slowly raised himself over his cock and ease down slowly on his shaft until he was fully in. In this position Kei was so tight around him, his body holding him a grip of steel.
Placing his palms flat on the floor, Kei raised his hips a fraction before slamming back down, eliciting a cry from both of them. Soon Kei was fucking himself on Aki’s cock, causing his own to slap against his lover’s stomach.
But Kei’s rhythm faltered when Aki held on to his waist so he could drive himself up as hard as he could, causing the drummer’s back to arch.
“God Aki, so good,” Kei moaned as Aki did it again. And again, and again until Kei fell on Aki’s chest a writhing mess, his fingers digging into his lover’s biceps.
It was then Aki that rolled Kei onto his back so he could gain better purchase for fucking him. Digging his knees into the carpeting, Aki kept his thrusts strong and sharp as he fucked Kei into the floor.
They were both sweating by this point, even in slightly cool apartment, causing Kei’s blond hair to stick to his forehead. Even as pleasure wracked as his body was, Kei still had the presence of mind to reach up to comb his fingers through the dark waves of Aki’s hair so he could get a better look at his eyes, which were stormy with desire and lust.
As Aki strived to drive his cock in deeper and deeper, Kei could feel his back skid against the carpeting until they both were underneath the piano, the friction burning his skin. But at this point, Kei barely registered the pain and just cared about reaching his climax, feeling his body tense telling him that he was so close to the crest of his orgasm.
“Kei…Kei…fuck, what you do to me,” Aki said, almost breathlessly abandoning his usual quiet demeanour as it all got too much and he fucked his lover as hard as he possibly could. It only took the bassist one tug of the younger man’s cock before he ejaculated all over his stomach.
Aki wasn’t far behind, coming with one hard thrust and a curse slipping past his lips. He felt his elbows give way causing him to fall on the drummer, covering his body completely.
It was only when his world swam back into focus that he felt Kei poking at his arm.
“Get off me chain boy, you are heavy,” Kei complained, but tempered his words with a press of his lips. Aki smirked as he slowly pulled out and slipped off the condom that was now heavy with his cum. Tying a knot at the base, he threw it into the nearest wastepaper basket and lay back down next to his lover.
For a few minutes the two lovers lay there in silence as they looked at each other, neither one for pillow talk. But soon Aki reached across and pulled Kei close to his chest as he kissed the top of his head, celebrating the end of a storm.
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“Hang on, hang on Tsurugi. I gotta know, how do you know this again?”
Tsurugi shot Mizuki a withering look.
“Because I’m not blind Mi! I always knew that there was something brewing between those two,” Tsurugi said as he crossed his legs.
“How?” Mao asked, furrowing his brow. “I mean, for us the fact that they were dating came out of left field.”
Tsurugi rolled his eyes as he pushed back his blonde fringe.
“That’s because the two of you were so wrapped up with tip-toeing around each other! In fact, I would have been surprised if you both would have registered that Osaka was burning, given how intent you both were on not letting it slip that you loved each other,” Tsurugi said accusingly.
Both Mao and Mizuki had the decency to look sheepish at Tsurugi’s on-target observation. But Tsurugi’s heart was as soft as they come and he decided not to let them continue to feel guilty.
“Admittedly, they both weren’t overt about it. But I did realise that how they were behaving around each other seemed a little…off. If you know what I mean? It’s like one would always have their guard up all the time when the other was in the room,” Tsurugi explained.
“But the signs were there. How Aki would ask Kei out to eat, more than usual. How Kei would be more intent in his drumming when he knew Aki was watching, as if trying to prove himself.”
Tsurugi suddenly laughed.
“But it was the touching that was most obvious. How Kei would want to touch Aki’s costume and how Aki would find every excuse to brush against him. It was funny to watch,” Tsurugi said with a smile.
“In fact, they both were just as wrapped up with each other as you both were. That is why when they were in the piano room, they didn’t notice me in the other room just on the other side of the door…”
~Three Months Previously~
Tsurugi blinked as he heard voices come from the one of the studio rooms. It registered to the guitarist that the space seemed unusually occupied for a weekend. As far as he knew, only Kei was supposed to be there. Tsurugi only had to pop by for a quick second to pick up some sheet music.
Peeking gingerly around the door, Tsurugi quirked an eyebrow when he saw Kei standing a few feet just behind Aki who was currently seated at the piano. Even from the back, both their body language seemed to suggest that something was going on.
Tsurugi knew he should have walked away, but human curiousity being what it was cemented his feet to the floor. He had been watching Aki and Kei do this dance for a few months now and it seemed that this would be the finale.
However, if they started fucking on the floor of the studio, Tsurugi knew he would take off as fast as his feet would carry him.
“You know, it’s rude to sneak up on someone Kei.” Tsurugi wasn't surprised that Aki spoke first, it must have been unnerving for the bassist to have someone just stand silently behind him.
“I wasn’t sneaking up behind you Aki. I was just watching you play, I always like watching you at the piano,” Kei said quietly. “I thought you were going to be away today, was that a lie?”
Aki’s eyes flashed at the drummer’s insinuation.
“No, it wasn't a lie, my plans just fell through. But in a way, it worked out best, I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you for a while,” Aki said getting to his feet.
Kei gave a dry chuckle.
“We see each other almost every day, what is it that you couldn't tell me during all those times,” Kei said almost cockily, but faltered when Aki didn't stop his approach causing him to take a couple steps back.
“I see you watching me Kei, when you don't think I know it. And you’ve been avoiding me Kei, which I don't really like under most circumstances,” Aki said, his tone just as confident as Kei’s had been. The drummer visibly flushed under Aki’s knowing gaze, but held his eye line steady.
“As you, me Aki,” Kei said with a smirk when he noticed the bassist’s eyelids flicker ever so slightly in reaction. “It actually was starting to creep me out a bit, especially when you would stare at my mouth as if you wanted to stick your dick in it.”
Kei took a step forward, which forced Aki to take a step back. Tsurugi was impressed, in all his time with Kei he never thought he had it in him to stand toe-to-toe with the Sadie leader.
“But then it dawned on me that you might like me,” Kei said smokily.
However, Tsurugi knew that Aki, dark ice prince Aki with his death ray stare, wouldn't be flustered so easily.
“Depends, do you like me?” Aki shot back, years of experience giving him an edge in this game of cat-and-mouse. Kei drew a slow breath as he let his thoughts process thoroughly in his head.
“And if I said yes, that I am attracted to you, what would you say then?” Kei said back seriously, his voice so low that Tsurugi had to strain his ears to catch what he said.
“Then I would say that we should give this a shot,” Aki raised his left hand to touch Kei only to have the younger man grab the tattooed part of his arm to stop him. But Aki wouldn't be deterred and instead held on to Kei’s elbow.
“But, I warn you that I don't do one-night stands with friends, especially in situations like this. If we are in, we are in all the way Kei, and you become my boyfriend,” Aki said, his gaze almost penetrating.
But Tsurugi could still see the uncertainty on Kei’s face.
“Boyfriend, Aki? But sometimes I think we hardly know each other. Sure, we are bandmates but for us to become more,” Kei trailed off as he shook his arm out of Aki’s grasp.
“Sometimes I never know what you are thinking, what it is you want,” Kei finished softly as he crossed his arms, so that it acted like a barrier between them. Aki took advantage of the opportunity to cup Kei’s cheek, startling him.
“What I want is for you to fall in love with me,” Aki breathed, leaning in so that their faces were a hairsbreadth apart. “Because Kei…I think I might be hopelessly in love with you.”
Aki smirked as he let his hand drop, leaving Kei stock still in complete surprise.
“Is that good enough for you Kei?” Aki said with a small careless shrug. Tsurugi saw Kei smile ruefully at how well Aki had played him, but his eyes still bore a determined look.
“Fine Aki, but we do have to lay some ground rules. No fussing over me in public, I’m not some fuck-of-week you picked up,” Kei said sternly, his tone telling Tsurugi that he was only half joking.
Aki rolled his eyes.
“As if Kei,” Aki said with a sigh. “So, are you in then?”
Kei pretended to think it over a little more, but Tsurugi knew from the way he was shifting his weight that he was purposely stalling the inevitable.
“I’m in Aki,” Kei said quietly. It was then they both leaned in and let their lips meet in the middle in a surprisingly deep kiss.
Tsurugi took that as his cue to leave them alone.
“Good on you both,” Tsurugi said under his breath, as he quietly turned on his heel and walked away.
~Present Day~
“So as you can see, that is what really happened,” Tsurugi finished with a flourish to his captive audience.
“Sooo…they were both kinda telling the truth?” Mizuki said plaintively tapping his finger on his chin.
“But they both were also pretty much telling lies,” Mao interjected, clearly not that amused.
Tsurugi rolled his eyes.
“What they both were doing was fucking with the both of you,” Tsurugi said bluntly. “But then, knowing the both of them the way we do, are we that surprised they want to keep it quiet how they got together?”
“I guess not but still,” Mao said rubbing his nose. Mizuki bit his lip as he reached for his phone again and furiously started typing away.
“What are you doing Mi?” Tsurugi asked suddenly worried. Mizuki shot him a blank look, but his fingers never stopped moving.
“I’m telling Kei we know the truth now and unless they want to get hell for it, they are buying us dinner, expensive dinner…with drinks,” Mizuki said with a grin.
Tsurugi’s jaw dropped.
“But then they will know that I was spying on them Mi! They will kill me!” Tsurugi said, his anxiety ramping up a couple of notches as he made a grab for the other guitarist’s phone.
However, given Mizuki’s height, he easily held it out of Tsurugi’s reach as he pressed the ‘send’ button.
“Too late Tsurugi!” Mizuki said cheekily. “But don’t worry, I’m sure they won’t hurt you that much.”
Tsurugi glared at him.
“You are a bastard Mizuki, you and your midget boyfriend,” Tsurugi said as he stood up and stalked out of the room.
Mao only flinched a little at Tsurugi’s insult but at the moment was more interested in giving his boyfriend a knowing look.
“You didn't really tell them that it was Tsurugi that told us, did you Mi?” Mao said with a slight smile.
All he got in response from Mizuki was a wink.
Halfway across town, Kei groaned as he heard his phone vibrate on the couch. Again, just as he was drifting off. But try as might, he found he couldn't ignore it and quickly got up to get it.
“Kei your hea…”
“Ow!” Kei exclaimed as he clipped his head on the underside of the piano where they had both been lying down. He glared at Aki for not warning him earlier, to which the bassist just gave one of his infamous casual shrugs.
Muttering “stupid chain boy” to himself as he got to his feet, Kei rubbed the back of his head as he wrapped Aki’s jacket around his naked waist to give himself some decency, just in case one of the neighbours happened to look in.
Grabbing his phone, Kei flipped it open with a scowl. But Aki sat up when he saw Kei’s eyebrow arch towards his hairline.
“Who is it babe?” Aki asked, suddenly itching for a smoke and moved a little so he could reach for the pack in his bag. Kei walked back to his boyfriend, swiping a stick from his own pack on the coffee table so he could place a cigarette between his lips.
“It’s Mizuki, again. He’s asking whether you really did ask me to fall in love with you. Somebody must have told him something,” Kei said as tried to reach for a lighter, only to have Aki push his hand aside.
Leaning in closer, Aki lit the end of Kei’s cigarette with his in a surprisingly intimate gesture. Kei’s eyes softened as he saw the end of his cigarette flare up and burn, before taking a deep drag.
“So what are you telling him?” Aki said as he blew out the smoke.
“To mind his own business quite frankly,” Kei said, but Aki knew that Mizuki would wheedle the answer out of his boyfriend sooner or later. But Aki was surprisingly okay with it, he knew that Mao would soon come to him with a similar question.
“So did you…fall in love with me Kei?” Aki said, knowing that he needn’t have asked but liking to hear the answer regardless, a fact that caused Kei to smile again.
“Yeah I did Aki,” Kei placed his cigarette aside so he could kiss the bassist.
“Hopelessly…”
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The End
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The Way We Met
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Very few things annoyed Kei.
But getting a sms just as about you were going to fall asleep would have even tested the patience of a saint. Especially since he hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days and thus was feeling completely exhausted. Plus Aki’s black leather couch was so ridiculously comfortable, which was why he was planning to have nap there while waiting for his lover to come home.
Bleary eyed, Kei flipped open his phone, stifling a yawn as he registered that the message came from Mizuki. But he bolted upright, completely awake when he read the text, his grip on his phone tightening as the words started to register.
“I’m…going…to kill him.”
Kei gritted his teeth when he heard the door slamming accompanied by the metallic clinking of keys, which told him that Aki had just gotten back. Getting to his feet, Kei turned to face his boyfriend who was currently standing in the hallway taking off his shoes.
Aki was about to walk into the living room, when the sight of Kei looking at him with a frighteningly steady gaze with his hands on his hips stopped him in his tracks.
“What?” Aki finally said with a questioning arch of his eyebrow.
Stalking swiftly towards him, Kei all but shoved his phone into the bassist’s face. Aki blinked, but didn't flinch as he quickly scanned the message.
“You…complete…me? What the fuck Aki? When in our entire relationship have I ever said that? Not even that, when have you ever known me to spout anything so cheesy?” Kei spat out.
Aki could understand why Kei was so mad. Above all, the drummer hated to look like a fool, especially in front of a certain guitarist, a thought that incensed Aki like no other.
But Aki knew he had a right to be pissed off as well. Kei hadn’t been completely innocent in his recent actions either. And the bassist knew the younger man well, which is how he knew the very root of why Kei had said what he said to Mizuki.
However, even as the anger bubbled inside him, Aki kept his cold front as he slipped his bag off his shoulder with a throwaway shrug and dumped it on the floor.
“Well, when have you ever known me to fumble at my bass because I was so distracted by you?” Aki shot back, his eyes narrowing when he saw no reaction, no shame from his boyfriend.
“You have nobody to blame but yourself Kei. You started it when you told Mi that fairytale about how we got together. Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who was so desperate to be in a relationship with you, that is simply not my style,” Aki said as he leaned against his baby grand piano that was behind his couch. It took up a hell of a lot of room, but it was one of those things he always promised himself he would buy once he had the money.
Kei crossed arms as he walked around the couch so he could lean against its back so that he was facing his boyfriend, his hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles whitened.
“Well if memory serves, you didn't exactly hold back at the chance to jump into my pants either,” Kei retorted. “In the end Aki, we both walked into this relationship with our eyes wide open. So don't make it sound like I was gagging to be your boyfriend.”
For a minute both men just stared each other down. At the back of his mind, Kei knew it was stupid for them get into a fight this big over something so stupid, but try as he might he couldn't just let it go.
“I was perfectly happy before you walked into my life Aki,” Kei finally said. Aki’s head snapped up at Kei’s words, his lip-ring chain jingling softly.
“Oh really Kei? You were happy being hopelessly in love with someone you could never have? That’s rich,” Aki snarled, his anger finally manifesting itself.
Kei looked at him in confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“Come off it Kei. The only reason you made it sound like I was the one chasing after you, was because you wanted to show off to Mizuki, admit it,” Aki challenged, and smirked to himself when he saw the drummer flush.
“You wanted to show him you were desirable, what a catch he had missed. Well, I’m sorry but I don't appreciate being used in that manner. Especially since I think I’ve shown you more than enough that I’m completely invested in this relationship,” Aki said coolly.
Kei’s eyes narrowed. Again, the drummer was exhibiting that quiet strength that Aki loved, but at times like this was a real pain in the ass.
“Don't make it sound like you are completely blameless either. I’m sure the only reason you embellished was because it was Mao,” Kei said, putting an added emphasis on the vocalist’s name, a cruel spark in his normally affable brown eyes when he saw the bassist getting the tiniest bit flustered.
But as quickly as it came, it went and Aki was once more sporting his uninterested mask.
“So you admit that it was because of Mizuki why the story of how we got together turned out the way it did? That’s just bloody sad Kei, I thought that what we had would be good enough for you,” Aki said quietly.
“Don’t turn this on me Aki, you hardly denied what I said about Mao. I’m sorry, but I’m not him, I won’t ever be him,” Kei said, wondering why what he said actually hurt. Maybe it was because it made him realise that no matter what he did, he wouldn't ever match Aki’s ideal.
Mao was handsome, charismatic, whose emotions wrote themselves on his face and in the words he penned down. Aki knew him as well as he knew his own name. Kei in contrast was boyish and he knew that the older man often found it hard to figure him out.
But it didn't dawn on Kei that Aki was probably feeling the same way. He was as far removed from Mizuki as one could possibly be. Mizuki and Aki weren’t just polar opposites, they were polar galaxies.
However, it wasn't that which put out Aki’s fire. It was the realisation that while they both knew the true story of how they got together, they had never really stopped to ask why they had gotten together in the first place.
His earlier words to Mao suddenly came back to echo in his head, that it was more than just personality and looks that had drawn him to the drummer. And when the answer finally came to him, he knew that he had to let Kei know it.
Suddenly stepping forward, Aki put his arm on either side of the younger man, effectively pinning him to the couch causing him to stiffen. Kei drew a breath when Aki looked at him through hooded lashes, his eyes black as onyx.
“You aren’t Mao,” Aki said, his voice hard, which made Kei’s heart drop. “And at one point all I wanted was Mao, that is true.”
Kei tried to turn his head only to have Aki catch him by the chin.
“But let me finish Kei. I always knew that I could never have Mao, something that took me a very long time to admit. I may have known him longer, but Mao has always been Mizuki’s, from the very moment they met. Even if he didn't realise it until recently,” Aki said, his tone doing a complete 180 and coming out almost gentle.
“As Mizuki has always been Mao’s,” Kei said back, their minds finally on the same wavelength. Kei let out a wry laugh as he bent his head forward.
“So ultimately, neither of us ever had a chance did we? Has the answer always been that simple Aki?” Kei asked, placing his right hand on top of Aki’s, and felt the metal from his rings bite into his palm.
“In the end Kei, we are each other’s second choice. But I don't think that’s a bad thing or that we settled for second best,” Aki said, the smallest of smiles lifting the corner of his mouth.
“Aki, you need to know that you were never my second choice,” Kei said in a level tone of voice, which actually made a small spark of worry stutter the beat of his heart. But it eased when Kei wound a finger around Aki’s chain and gave it a soft tug.
“You were just the choice I never knew I had,” Kei finished fondly. Aki gave a deep chuckle.
“And you said you never one to spout cheesy lines, what bullshit Kei. At heart you are just a hopeless romantic,” Aki said, but his expression turned serious when he ran a thumb along the highest part of Kei’s cheekbone.
“You remember what I said to you? In the piano room?” Aki whispered, his voice once more carrying that silky purr.
Kei nodded as the memory came flooding back, filling his nostrils once again with the phantom scent of frayed carpeting and metallic studio equipment.
“That was never a lie, and I was...”
“As I was…eventually,” Kei smiled when he caught the faintest flicker in Aki’s normally stony eyes. Aki was so rarely ever vulnerable, only ever with Kei, and that never failed to get to him.
“I’m sorry…” they both said at the same time, and stopped.
Aki laughed softly again before tilting his head so he could press his lips to Kei. The bassist swore he could never get tired of kissing Kei, that plush mouth that he had often dreamed about always surpassing his fantasies.
Kei didn't hesitate before kissing him back, parting his mouth little so that he could feel the cold steel of Aki’s tongue piercing graze his bottom lip and click against the enamel of his teeth. He let his lips stray to the left of his boyfriend's mouth so he could kiss that delicate beauty mark that he found inexplicably sexy.
They just spent a few moments kissing each other, letting their lips and tongue meet and part, until both their mouths were damp from lazy passion they were feeling.
Eventually Aki pulled Kei back until they were sitting on the piano bench, with the younger man firmly seated in his lap. With one hand holding the small of his back, Aki let the other travel up the front of Kei’s fitted black shirt, feeling the heat of his skin through the cotton.
With one finger, Aki flicked the top button loose, baring more of Kei’s pale neck. Kei could feel Aki’s chain press into his flesh as the bassist migrated his mouth downwards towards his collarbone.
Kei threw his head back, partly because Aki suddenly decided to sink his teeth into the paper-thin skin as well as the hand that was currently bunched in his straw coloured hair pulling him open.
Aki purred deep in his throat once again as he undid another two buttons on Kei’s shirt, his nose brushing at the hollow in the center of the drummer’s chest, smelling skin and barest trace of smoke.
Kei’s jeans suddenly felt way too tight, constricting his growing erection as pushed at Aki’s leather jacket until it was off his shoulders. Aki helped by letting go of his lover so he could let the piece of clothing drop to the floor, leaving him in his simple black t-shirt.
Before Aki could part his shirt further and reach for his nipples, Kei drew the older man’s head up so he could kiss him again, more aggressively this time. The drummer bit down on Aki’s lip ring hard, the metal band and chain crunching between his teeth filling his mouth with a bitter taste.
Kei smiled as he heard Aki growl deep in his chest, knowing that the bassist always liked some element of pain with his pleasure. It was obvious from the numerous piercings he had that the older man got off on it, but Kei was always more than willing to oblige.
“Your mouth, Kei, I want in on me,” Aki breathed huskily into the younger man’s ear, knowing that he didn't need to elaborate more on what he wanted the drummer to do.
Kei smirked but slowly slid down to his knees in front of the bassist, pausing only to kiss Aki’s nipples through the thin material of his top. Once he was eye-level with his belt, Kei dug the heel of his hand against the prominent tent in the front of Aki’s leather trousers, which caused his breathing to quicken.
“Come on Kei,” Aki ordered as he pulled off his t-shirt and added it to the growing pile on the floor. Kei shot Aki a look as he unbuttoned his shirt all the way so to reveal a smooth expanse of pale skin down to his stomach.
It was only then that Kei reached for Aki’s heavy belt buckle and deftly undid it from the loops. He pulled the zip down with an exaggerated slowness to reveal Aki’s grey briefs that were currently skin tight as it hugged his cock and balls.
Edging the stretchy fabric down, Aki gave a sigh of relief when he felt his length spring free only to tense his body when Kei took the head of his cock between his lips.
For a few minutes, Kei just kept the tip in his mouth sucking lightly as he felt the silver balls decorating the head of Aki’s cock clack against his teeth. Kei had to smile, remembering Mizuki telling him that Mao’s cock was also pierced in a similar manner.
Aki and Mao were so alike, in a similar way that he and Mizuki were. Kei supposed it was no wonder why they paired up the way they did, each finding in each other what the other partner lacked.
But soon his attention was brought back to the present when he tasted Aki’s pre-cum on his tongue, bitter and sharp. Kei instinctively curled his tongue against the base of the head and felt, rather than heard, Aki’s groan.
“Deeper baby, come on,” Aki urged, his hand once more buried in Kei’s hair. He swore next time that he would get Kei to wear those extensions of his more often as those curls would allow him better leverage to drive his cock harder.
Kei obliged as he swallowed more of Aki’s length, until the bassist was as far in as he could be and not gag. But Kei was slow as he drew back, knowing that the sight of his full lips flush against his lover’s cock was an aphrodisiac like no other.
The drummer was quicker the second time around and was soon bobbing his head at a pretty fast clip, which Aki greatly appreciated. The bassist spread his thighs a bit wider when he felt Kei’s throat constrict around his dick.
But nothing compared to the surge of lust he felt when Kei let his cock drop out of his mouth complete and rubbed it across his lips, painting the plush flesh with semi-transparent white streaks.
Aki growled as he pushed Kei back on to the carpeting with a hard shove to his shoulders, causing him to half-sprawl on his back. Dropping to his knees, Aki placed his hands on Kei’s shoulders so he could push him fully to the floor.
“My turn,” Aki purred as he parted more of Kei’s shirt so he could finally reached his nipples, something that he had been denied earlier. Aki licked and sucked at the hardened buds, bruising the sensitive skin before traveling lower, blazing a path with wet kisses.
Kei drew a shuddery breath when Aki reached his belt, undoing it quickly and pulling it off with one hard tug. Kei squeezed his eyes shut when Aki started to go down on him with no hesitation and felt the chilly whisper of his lip chain against his balls.
But as always with Aki, his blowjobs were quick and simply a means to an end. Not that Kei was complaining when Aki bent his one knee so as open him wider, revealing his back entrance.
“Fuck, Aki,” Kei cursed when Aki made his tongue as broad and flat as possible and started lapping at his perineum. The drummer felt his nerves spark when Aki reached his arsehole and let his tongue dance and stretch the sensitive muscles, allowing his tongue stud to slip in.
And Kei’s bones damn near turned to water when Aki pursed his lips and started to suck. Then he felt a finger push inside him, making the feel of Aki’s mouth piercings even more prominent.
“You like that Kei? I know you like it baby,” Aki said, his voice muffled as he didn't slow down his actions.
Instead of answering, Kei simply pulled at Aki’s chain just enough so that he could kiss him again, so that he could taste his musk on the other man’s mouth. In one quick motion, Kei shifted his weight so that he could roll Aki on his back so that it was the drummer that was now straddling him with their equally wet cocks brushing together.
“Of course I like it, chain boy, don’t be stupid,” Kei said, as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. As he leaned in closer, he let his fingers trail to Aki’s navel piercing and flicked the bar there.
“But I want something else there Aki,” Kei said, his voice deep and honey-like to Aki’s ears. As erotic as Kei often told him his voice was, Aki found it just as arousing to hear such words, silky and emollient, coming from such an angelic face.
Turning to the side, Kei flipped open the top of the piano bench and started rummaging around the contents, pushing aside the music books until he found what he was looking for, namely a tube of lubricant and a condom.
Aki raised his eyebrow at Kei’s findings.
“Mind explaining why there is sexual paraphernalia in my piano stool Kei?” Aki said, but his reprimand held no sting to it. Kei shrugged as he flipped open the cap of the KY and squeezed some over his fingers.
“Because the last time we fucked at the piano, I was the one who had to get up and get it from the bedroom. And you were giving me good head at the time, so you can imagine what a mood killer that was you big bully,” Kei said reproachfully.
But the teasing mood soon turned serious when Kei lifted himself off his haunches so he could slide is own fingers inside himself. Aki licked his lips when he saw pleasure cross Kei’s face, knowing that he was probably scissoring his fingers.
Aki couldn't help but help things along as he braced Kei with one arm while he used his free hand to push the drummer’s fingers in deeper, causing him to gasp. But Aki soon felt his self-control start to fray and brought Kei’s hand to his mouth so he could suck on his fingers.
“Dirty pervert aren't you Aki,” Kei said with a sly grin as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth. Putting the condom between his lips, Kei gave Aki a pointed look as he moved down so he could roll it over the bassist’s now aching prick.
Once it was firmly on, Aki’s throat turned dry when Kei slowly raised himself over his cock and ease down slowly on his shaft until he was fully in. In this position Kei was so tight around him, his body holding him a grip of steel.
Placing his palms flat on the floor, Kei raised his hips a fraction before slamming back down, eliciting a cry from both of them. Soon Kei was fucking himself on Aki’s cock, causing his own to slap against his lover’s stomach.
But Kei’s rhythm faltered when Aki held on to his waist so he could drive himself up as hard as he could, causing the drummer’s back to arch.
“God Aki, so good,” Kei moaned as Aki did it again. And again, and again until Kei fell on Aki’s chest a writhing mess, his fingers digging into his lover’s biceps.
It was then Aki that rolled Kei onto his back so he could gain better purchase for fucking him. Digging his knees into the carpeting, Aki kept his thrusts strong and sharp as he fucked Kei into the floor.
They were both sweating by this point, even in slightly cool apartment, causing Kei’s blond hair to stick to his forehead. Even as pleasure wracked as his body was, Kei still had the presence of mind to reach up to comb his fingers through the dark waves of Aki’s hair so he could get a better look at his eyes, which were stormy with desire and lust.
As Aki strived to drive his cock in deeper and deeper, Kei could feel his back skid against the carpeting until they both were underneath the piano, the friction burning his skin. But at this point, Kei barely registered the pain and just cared about reaching his climax, feeling his body tense telling him that he was so close to the crest of his orgasm.
“Kei…Kei…fuck, what you do to me,” Aki said, almost breathlessly abandoning his usual quiet demeanour as it all got too much and he fucked his lover as hard as he possibly could. It only took the bassist one tug of the younger man’s cock before he ejaculated all over his stomach.
Aki wasn’t far behind, coming with one hard thrust and a curse slipping past his lips. He felt his elbows give way causing him to fall on the drummer, covering his body completely.
It was only when his world swam back into focus that he felt Kei poking at his arm.
“Get off me chain boy, you are heavy,” Kei complained, but tempered his words with a press of his lips. Aki smirked as he slowly pulled out and slipped off the condom that was now heavy with his cum. Tying a knot at the base, he threw it into the nearest wastepaper basket and lay back down next to his lover.
For a few minutes the two lovers lay there in silence as they looked at each other, neither one for pillow talk. But soon Aki reached across and pulled Kei close to his chest as he kissed the top of his head, celebrating the end of a storm.
**
“Hang on, hang on Tsurugi. I gotta know, how do you know this again?”
Tsurugi shot Mizuki a withering look.
“Because I’m not blind Mi! I always knew that there was something brewing between those two,” Tsurugi said as he crossed his legs.
“How?” Mao asked, furrowing his brow. “I mean, for us the fact that they were dating came out of left field.”
Tsurugi rolled his eyes as he pushed back his blonde fringe.
“That’s because the two of you were so wrapped up with tip-toeing around each other! In fact, I would have been surprised if you both would have registered that Osaka was burning, given how intent you both were on not letting it slip that you loved each other,” Tsurugi said accusingly.
Both Mao and Mizuki had the decency to look sheepish at Tsurugi’s on-target observation. But Tsurugi’s heart was as soft as they come and he decided not to let them continue to feel guilty.
“Admittedly, they both weren’t overt about it. But I did realise that how they were behaving around each other seemed a little…off. If you know what I mean? It’s like one would always have their guard up all the time when the other was in the room,” Tsurugi explained.
“But the signs were there. How Aki would ask Kei out to eat, more than usual. How Kei would be more intent in his drumming when he knew Aki was watching, as if trying to prove himself.”
Tsurugi suddenly laughed.
“But it was the touching that was most obvious. How Kei would want to touch Aki’s costume and how Aki would find every excuse to brush against him. It was funny to watch,” Tsurugi said with a smile.
“In fact, they both were just as wrapped up with each other as you both were. That is why when they were in the piano room, they didn’t notice me in the other room just on the other side of the door…”
~Three Months Previously~
Tsurugi blinked as he heard voices come from the one of the studio rooms. It registered to the guitarist that the space seemed unusually occupied for a weekend. As far as he knew, only Kei was supposed to be there. Tsurugi only had to pop by for a quick second to pick up some sheet music.
Peeking gingerly around the door, Tsurugi quirked an eyebrow when he saw Kei standing a few feet just behind Aki who was currently seated at the piano. Even from the back, both their body language seemed to suggest that something was going on.
Tsurugi knew he should have walked away, but human curiousity being what it was cemented his feet to the floor. He had been watching Aki and Kei do this dance for a few months now and it seemed that this would be the finale.
However, if they started fucking on the floor of the studio, Tsurugi knew he would take off as fast as his feet would carry him.
“You know, it’s rude to sneak up on someone Kei.” Tsurugi wasn't surprised that Aki spoke first, it must have been unnerving for the bassist to have someone just stand silently behind him.
“I wasn’t sneaking up behind you Aki. I was just watching you play, I always like watching you at the piano,” Kei said quietly. “I thought you were going to be away today, was that a lie?”
Aki’s eyes flashed at the drummer’s insinuation.
“No, it wasn't a lie, my plans just fell through. But in a way, it worked out best, I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you for a while,” Aki said getting to his feet.
Kei gave a dry chuckle.
“We see each other almost every day, what is it that you couldn't tell me during all those times,” Kei said almost cockily, but faltered when Aki didn't stop his approach causing him to take a couple steps back.
“I see you watching me Kei, when you don't think I know it. And you’ve been avoiding me Kei, which I don't really like under most circumstances,” Aki said, his tone just as confident as Kei’s had been. The drummer visibly flushed under Aki’s knowing gaze, but held his eye line steady.
“As you, me Aki,” Kei said with a smirk when he noticed the bassist’s eyelids flicker ever so slightly in reaction. “It actually was starting to creep me out a bit, especially when you would stare at my mouth as if you wanted to stick your dick in it.”
Kei took a step forward, which forced Aki to take a step back. Tsurugi was impressed, in all his time with Kei he never thought he had it in him to stand toe-to-toe with the Sadie leader.
“But then it dawned on me that you might like me,” Kei said smokily.
However, Tsurugi knew that Aki, dark ice prince Aki with his death ray stare, wouldn't be flustered so easily.
“Depends, do you like me?” Aki shot back, years of experience giving him an edge in this game of cat-and-mouse. Kei drew a slow breath as he let his thoughts process thoroughly in his head.
“And if I said yes, that I am attracted to you, what would you say then?” Kei said back seriously, his voice so low that Tsurugi had to strain his ears to catch what he said.
“Then I would say that we should give this a shot,” Aki raised his left hand to touch Kei only to have the younger man grab the tattooed part of his arm to stop him. But Aki wouldn't be deterred and instead held on to Kei’s elbow.
“But, I warn you that I don't do one-night stands with friends, especially in situations like this. If we are in, we are in all the way Kei, and you become my boyfriend,” Aki said, his gaze almost penetrating.
But Tsurugi could still see the uncertainty on Kei’s face.
“Boyfriend, Aki? But sometimes I think we hardly know each other. Sure, we are bandmates but for us to become more,” Kei trailed off as he shook his arm out of Aki’s grasp.
“Sometimes I never know what you are thinking, what it is you want,” Kei finished softly as he crossed his arms, so that it acted like a barrier between them. Aki took advantage of the opportunity to cup Kei’s cheek, startling him.
“What I want is for you to fall in love with me,” Aki breathed, leaning in so that their faces were a hairsbreadth apart. “Because Kei…I think I might be hopelessly in love with you.”
Aki smirked as he let his hand drop, leaving Kei stock still in complete surprise.
“Is that good enough for you Kei?” Aki said with a small careless shrug. Tsurugi saw Kei smile ruefully at how well Aki had played him, but his eyes still bore a determined look.
“Fine Aki, but we do have to lay some ground rules. No fussing over me in public, I’m not some fuck-of-week you picked up,” Kei said sternly, his tone telling Tsurugi that he was only half joking.
Aki rolled his eyes.
“As if Kei,” Aki said with a sigh. “So, are you in then?”
Kei pretended to think it over a little more, but Tsurugi knew from the way he was shifting his weight that he was purposely stalling the inevitable.
“I’m in Aki,” Kei said quietly. It was then they both leaned in and let their lips meet in the middle in a surprisingly deep kiss.
Tsurugi took that as his cue to leave them alone.
“Good on you both,” Tsurugi said under his breath, as he quietly turned on his heel and walked away.
~Present Day~
“So as you can see, that is what really happened,” Tsurugi finished with a flourish to his captive audience.
“Sooo…they were both kinda telling the truth?” Mizuki said plaintively tapping his finger on his chin.
“But they both were also pretty much telling lies,” Mao interjected, clearly not that amused.
Tsurugi rolled his eyes.
“What they both were doing was fucking with the both of you,” Tsurugi said bluntly. “But then, knowing the both of them the way we do, are we that surprised they want to keep it quiet how they got together?”
“I guess not but still,” Mao said rubbing his nose. Mizuki bit his lip as he reached for his phone again and furiously started typing away.
“What are you doing Mi?” Tsurugi asked suddenly worried. Mizuki shot him a blank look, but his fingers never stopped moving.
“I’m telling Kei we know the truth now and unless they want to get hell for it, they are buying us dinner, expensive dinner…with drinks,” Mizuki said with a grin.
Tsurugi’s jaw dropped.
“But then they will know that I was spying on them Mi! They will kill me!” Tsurugi said, his anxiety ramping up a couple of notches as he made a grab for the other guitarist’s phone.
However, given Mizuki’s height, he easily held it out of Tsurugi’s reach as he pressed the ‘send’ button.
“Too late Tsurugi!” Mizuki said cheekily. “But don’t worry, I’m sure they won’t hurt you that much.”
Tsurugi glared at him.
“You are a bastard Mizuki, you and your midget boyfriend,” Tsurugi said as he stood up and stalked out of the room.
Mao only flinched a little at Tsurugi’s insult but at the moment was more interested in giving his boyfriend a knowing look.
“You didn't really tell them that it was Tsurugi that told us, did you Mi?” Mao said with a slight smile.
All he got in response from Mizuki was a wink.
Halfway across town, Kei groaned as he heard his phone vibrate on the couch. Again, just as he was drifting off. But try as might, he found he couldn't ignore it and quickly got up to get it.
“Kei your hea…”
“Ow!” Kei exclaimed as he clipped his head on the underside of the piano where they had both been lying down. He glared at Aki for not warning him earlier, to which the bassist just gave one of his infamous casual shrugs.
Muttering “stupid chain boy” to himself as he got to his feet, Kei rubbed the back of his head as he wrapped Aki’s jacket around his naked waist to give himself some decency, just in case one of the neighbours happened to look in.
Grabbing his phone, Kei flipped it open with a scowl. But Aki sat up when he saw Kei’s eyebrow arch towards his hairline.
“Who is it babe?” Aki asked, suddenly itching for a smoke and moved a little so he could reach for the pack in his bag. Kei walked back to his boyfriend, swiping a stick from his own pack on the coffee table so he could place a cigarette between his lips.
“It’s Mizuki, again. He’s asking whether you really did ask me to fall in love with you. Somebody must have told him something,” Kei said as tried to reach for a lighter, only to have Aki push his hand aside.
Leaning in closer, Aki lit the end of Kei’s cigarette with his in a surprisingly intimate gesture. Kei’s eyes softened as he saw the end of his cigarette flare up and burn, before taking a deep drag.
“So what are you telling him?” Aki said as he blew out the smoke.
“To mind his own business quite frankly,” Kei said, but Aki knew that Mizuki would wheedle the answer out of his boyfriend sooner or later. But Aki was surprisingly okay with it, he knew that Mao would soon come to him with a similar question.
“So did you…fall in love with me Kei?” Aki said, knowing that he needn’t have asked but liking to hear the answer regardless, a fact that caused Kei to smile again.
“Yeah I did Aki,” Kei placed his cigarette aside so he could kiss the bassist.
“Hopelessly…”
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The End
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