Different Forms of Art ... the Hallway(1) [REITA / KAI] - ONE SHOT
Title: Different Forms of Art … the Hallway (1) Chapters: One shot Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Romance, introspection, crack Warnings: smut Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Reita/Kai Bands: the GazettE Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Comment: This is the fourth one shot of a series of randomly put together one shots, which I once again randomly decided to start, as the muses of my OTP (ReitaxKai) were bugging me, begging me to make them have some time together. The series is called Living Together, and I am going to explore various situations, of this particular couple “living together”. Hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I loved writing it! (^_^!!) Summary: According to Reita there is a good reason why one side of their apartment wall is still empty ... Kai's POV.
Different Forms of Art … the Hallway (1)
And … I did it again.
But … we both knew, I was pretty much apt to anyways.
Sooner or later, I was bound to have indulged in performing my series of heedless innocent mistakes, if so I may call them, because they really aren't anything bad ... right baby? Such as my well renowned habit of losing things, most of my actions are rather instinctive, and are meant to cause no harm, like my laughter very contagious, like my smiles quite spontaneous. Lately I have been feeling a lot resentful about some of this my spontaneous actions, almost embarrassed by them, and I unwillingly end up complaining about them with you, stressing about how I'd like to change them. However, they are all things that are already a major component of the person I am, thus, I really don't know how to change, or better control any of them to a certain extent, and it's not like he wants me to change either, he has told me plenty a time now. For they are obviously not malicious qualities, and he actually does love them. In fact, in days when I unknowingly overdo such actions, something very bizarre (… rather perverted...) happens to him, reason why I have playfully named them “heedless innocent mistakes”.
How to explain this? Let's see … to put it in a simplistic way, he gets violently turned on by my, I repeat, innocent little actions. And I? Well I love it, but unfortunately (I really hope not, for there is no way I'd want to give up on this) I believe this might soon be an issue for our neighbors. What is the this I am talking about? Well, in days such as this one, where we so happen to have an interview with just the to of us, and I so happen to cater in my usual overdose of unbearably cute actions, I somehow push a very well hidden button, that suddenly transforms him, into an … artist. For according to Akira, I give him enough inspiration, so that he can turn me into one of those paintings that our hallway is still lacking. Enough inspiration that paper, brush, and paint are not needed, but just directly pin me to those walls instead.
-Hai! These were GazettE's Reita-san and Kai-san. For coming, and being our guest here today, I thank you very much! - concluded the host from the Beat Shuffle program, soon after which, we got up, and there I performed the last of my series of mistakes, by playfully slapping Akira's back while speaking to the host, the same way I had repeatedly done in random times during the whole interview, which had slowly been taking a toll on him, and I hadn't notice; as usual. That is the thing! it takes me a while to realize things at times, and actually most of the times, I just don't notice at all, and Akira is not exactly one of the most expressive people in the world either; yes, I know … we are the perfect couple. So, came the customary picture time. I was smiling, and still chit-chatting with the host, heedlessly continuing being me, and as I tried to get his attention in order to decide our picture poses, he blatantly ignored me, and placed himself as far as he could possibly be from me, without making it look any weird or suspicious. Then, before the camera could go click, he turned towards me, stared for a second, and turned his head back to the camera; right then, was when I finally noticed.
That stare, that one particular look, which thanks to his bangs, and nose-band was so accentuate, would have been a hard task not to grasp. I knew what had caused the appearance of that gaze, and I knew what was to come, which mere thought made me inwardly grin in fervent anticipation. No matter how stupid it might sound, as I had said, this are all things that I don't give a thought to, very natural actions of mine, and they don't always create such a reaction in him, it is only occasional, which is why I am getting overly excited at the moment. The degree to which I had unknowingly worked him up, felt high enough that any regular human being in such circumstances … for example Ruki and Aoi ...wouldn't have wasted any second of time, trying to get home, but would have righteously concluded that the first empty room they would have come across, would have been just perfect to get it on, and done with it.
But no, not him. He kept it in check, like always. He does what he wants, when he wants it, and how he wants it, and what he wanted at the time, was out of radio station, straight home. Not like having sex in public places is any pastime of mine, but if the moment called for it, I was absolutely not against it; but no, not him. He's always the one talking about living life on the edge, doing something risky, but at the end of day, he is probably the safest person I have ever known. Thus, what I concluded, was that he was either trying to avoid being caught in the act, or as I started to suspect along they way, he was trying to get me as worked up as he was, which in that particular occasion, was working pretty darn well, for he knew that I knew, and it was just getting all too gaaaah, fuck me now somewhere in my pants.
The ride home was unbearable; stupid nose-banded tease. Leaning over me to get his mp3 player from the glove compartment, making sure not to touch me, reaching for my hand on my seat, and then placing it on the car stick, pretending that that was what he had meant to reach for. All of this, with me silently, gazing at him, almost getting angry at myself for not having pushed him in that one room I had spotted on our way out, and let him have me right there and then. I didn't, and now he nonchalantly took his time, one hand on the stirring wheel, the other arm's elbow resting on the door, with its thumb between his teeth, and the rest of the fingers covering what I knew was a diverted grin; fuck him! or rather me ... I don't care, as long as it is soon.
We finally got home, and from there, to my immense joy, it was a mere matter of seconds. Second one … I entered the apartment, followed by him, while I kicked my shows off. Second two … I turned around to face him, and was about to say something, as he maid sure to lock the front door, while he kicked his shoes; safety always first. Second three … his tongue stole my words, and as it proceeded to cause havoc in my mouth, his hands forcefully enclosed around on my wrist, which along with my back, were readily and quickly pinned to the wall. During our kiss, I tried to fight for control, or simply to keep up with his pace, but it all went to no end, I was completely overpowered, and the submissive part of me was happily cheering for him in my groin; I had missed that, and I wanted more of it.
-What ...- I panted out in a whisper, once he released my lips, slightly pulling away, and fixing his ardent gaze on my already burning body. Those deep black orbs, which were so much cluttered in lust that it felt as if he wear taking off my cloths by the mere act of gazing at me, and that I wanted; I craved for him to crave me. That was how bad my careless touching him had affected him, and also how bad his act of ignoring me had affected me. But I still wasn't going to deny me just a little bit of teasing -... what am I being punished for this time?...- I inquired in pretense ignorance, as he pressed his knee against my crotch, and I readily suppressed a moan by lightly biting on my lower lip, while he grinned at my attempt to keep from losing myself to his ministrations
-... For driving me insane... but I am sure you know already, don't you?- he whispered into my ear in an intense sultry tone, which first syllable had me already trembling in expectation, while I playfully shook my head in negation as a reply to his question -... sure you don't ...- he then replied in a rightfully skeptical tone
-No I don't … - I teasingly whispered, as he moved his head back in front of my face, and literally spoke on my lips
-touch me here, Slap me there ... all very nonchalantly, all very “Kai-ish”, because people expect you to do things like that, and would say nothing of it … - he began, his hands still firmly on my wrist, and his tight still working magic between my legs -But Reita … no ... Reita can't do that. Reita stares, looks manly, says few thing, but … does not touch - he concluded, hissing the last three words on my lips - and all I wanted to do at the time was that, but I couldn't and ...-
-Well I do apologize for my lack of consideration … but I can't help it you already know that...- I breathed out, as I pushed my crotch against his tight; all that talking wasn't really necessary, we needed to get down with business -so … are you going to do something to me, or just going to leave pinned to the wall like a Picasso ...- I quickly incited him.
-Picasso? ...- he questioned in feign ignorance, as I looked at him a bit confused -... aren't Picasso's painting does that you have absolutely no clue what the guy meant to draw? ...- he inquired, as I nodded my head in agreement -then no … definitely not a Picasso … because when I'll be done with you, believe, whoever will know the idea that I wanted to portray ...- he mischievously smirked, licking his lips that sexy way he knows to.
-Really? And what is that? … “Fuck me senseless”?- I whispered in suggestion, as I almost tentatively tried to free myself from his grip, wanting to touch him
-No, something more like … “The thrust, semicolon, groaning quivering mess”- he hissed in my ear releasing my hands, as he reached for my belt, and quickly unbuckled it, causing my pants to fall to the ground, while I swiftly unbutton the first little round obstruction on his shirt, after which I had problems unbuttoning the rest, as he began to pump my already rather awaken member inside my underwear.
-Aaaah baby ...- I breathed out, as I landed my head on the wall. I was to dazed to feel any pain, or acknowledge any noise, which the neighbor had mostly likely heard, but I had better things to think about at the moment, like the way his tongue, was so deliciously sucking on my neck, as he kept with his stroking motion of my manhood, faster, and faster, and faster … - Akira ... don't make me come like this …- I hissed as he looked up at the me, and with a smirk he eagerly captured my lips to indulge in a quick and rather rough make out session, while I tried to unbutton my own shirt, and some managing to succeed as it dropped to the floor, along with his own, who had readily finished the job that I hadn't been able to.
-Out of underwear ...- he then wantonly ordered with a hiss as he lightly tugged down the offensive tiny piece of cloth, and I quickly provided to have them completely off me, as I was not completely naked in front of him, who was still wearing his pant.
-... now it's you turn baby ...- I eagerly whispered, as I shamelessly groped him, and landed my mouth on his earlobe, where I started nibbling, as I continued to massage his crotch, making him lightly hiss in pleasure, as he nonchalantly pushed me against the wall, with an overly diverted smirk -Nhhh Akira …- I half whined, and half moaned - hurry up and fuck me already- … yes I reached my limit
-How about we don't rush the artist ...- he then declared with a grin, as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, setting his half-hardened member free for me to crave, not long enough though, for as he stepped out of the discarded clothes, he got closer to me, and whisper-... it takes time to create a masterpiece, didn't you know that?- he then pointed out, as I replied with a playful glare. He was going to have a masterpiece alright, I was so horny, I didn't think the most priced whore had anything on me. Now both naked, as I busied myself removing his nose-band, he grabbed my left leg, and circled it around his waist, which I made sure to strongly be clamped to. Then he brought up two of his fingers to my mouth, which I more than gladly sucked, and covered with enough saliva as my needy body could produce -... You look to eager, for someone, who is about to get viciously raped ...- he observed with a smirk, and I tried to look like a victim, all innocent and scared, in order to play along with him, but what came out of my mouth, wasn't exactly anywhere close to what any victim would say
-... Nnnnnh baby rape me please! - I practically begged, as he smirked, while searching for my hole with one of his fingers, and shoved one in as soon as he found his target. And in and out went the digit, soon after in and out went a second, doing their best in stretching me with the occasional curling and scissoring, I decided to get useful, and too the initiative, by quickly pumping his member, as we resumed devouring each other, in between hungry moans and excited panting.
As I whimpered on his lips in disappointment, feeling his digits leaving me, I stopped stroking his now hard member, which, as he pulled my leg higher up his waist, he pressed by my entrance, and the second later he shoved himself straight and hard inside me, capturing my equally pained and delighted groan in his mouth, while he passed his right hand all over my lifted buttocks, squeezing, massaging, pinching … getting insanely kinky with it.
-uugh baby ... you feel so fucking good ...- he hissed in my ear, as he began to literally pound in me, causing my head to helplessly fall back on the wall, as the initial sting rapidly turned into unbearable pleasure -... If you only knew how hard it is to merely seat and watch … -he groaned out on my neck, after which he began to thirstily suck on it, while increasing the speed of his thrusts, to my immense delight, as I placed one of my hands through his blond locks, and the other flat on the wall, trying to grip on it obviously in vane.
-Show me Akira … ahh.... show me how hard it is ... - I unresistingly moaned on his lips, as he stopped for a second fixing his half-lidded gaze on me, and just stared -... what? ..- I questioned trying to get my eyes to open more, as he merely pushed us more into the wall, and grabbing my right buttocks, he lifted my leg on his waist, hoisting me up said wall, never once removing his burning gaze from me, as I almost collapsed over him in an overly dazed state, as I felt his length, which was still sheathed in me, go even deeper. Using the wall to help him keep steady, he resumed his thrusting, which, for the love of everything that can be banged (talking about drums, other percussion instrument, and such of course …), I can't even start describing the surge of different emotions that hit me at every thrust, and I don't even know if my expressions, and loud moaning made them justice. My eyes could barely open, but the time I almost did, I spotted his gaze still fixed on me, which made me incredibly self-conscious for some odd reason, this wasn't the first time we did this but somehow this felt different; his eyes felt different.
-Ughhh … if you could see what I see ...- he then suddenly hissed, as he drastically diminished the speed of his thrusts, and making them harder instead, while I tried to keep my eyes as opened as I could still mesmerized by that new stare of his -... if you could see the way … you react to my touch ...- he breathed out, slowly passing his flattened hand on my frantically heaving chest, soon after substituting with his tongue, which conveniently landed on my right nipple, as I quickly shove both hands into his hair.
-A-...a-....akira ...- I stuttered, lacking any coherent thing to say
-You... ugh...Yutaka … the word beautiful doesn't make you any justice ...- he then whispered, once my nipple was released, newly returning those unreadable orbs towards my face, feeling blood rapidly multiplying and inside my body, and finding their way towards my face. It wasn't like he'd never complimented me during sex, in fact he does that quite often, but this one time, I just … he really looked like a tourist, admiring an extremely eye-pleasing work of art, and I guess; I felt flattered. In an extremely perverted way, granted, but flattered nonetheless -... I bet you want to know, don't you ...- he professed in an alluring manner, stopping his thrusts, and pulling out of me, under my extremely bemused stare, while he set me back on the ground-... the reason why I so frustratingly lust to touch you ...- he panted on my lips, placing his hand on both sides of my neck, while he rested his forehead on mine with his eyes closed, and slowly passed both his hands up my arms, down my chest, in between my legs, as I simply remained unmoving, and speechless.
We were supposed to have had rough, and brutal sex, and it was happening, we were right in the middle of it, I was about to reach my climax, and I am pretty sure he was as well, until he got his revelation, which given my painfully aroused state should have angered me to no ends; but I wasn't. Yes, I wanted to come bad, really bad, but all his touching, his heavily breathing over me, as his face contorted like in a mystical daze as he kept feeling me, simply enthralled me, and got me wanting to know, I had the sudden necessity to know why I had been able to cause such pleasures expressions by his mere act of touching me
-... w-why is … that? ...- I groaned, as he lightly passed his index finger across my aching shaft.
Following my question, he opened his eyes and grinned, plunging me into an even deeper confusion, while he grabbed my waist, and turned me to face the wall, passing his hands down my back, my ass, and in between my legs, slightly nudging them, as I desperately held my self to the wall, and lowering a bit, I followed his silent request, and spread my legs -Aaaah ...- I loudly moaned and panted, feeling his length newly inside me, and soon after his lips against my ear
-because I probably wasn't meant to have touched you in the first place...- he lewdly whispered while panting, as he resumed pounding inside me, at a high speed of one of my loud “Aah” per thrust -... you are like a fruit of Eden, a Helen of Troy ... - he he swiftly hissed along my neck, as he pulled me against his chest, holding me up with his right arm around my waist - … forbidden … - he hissed, lightly nibbling on my ear lob -... but I did touch you, somehow managed to get away with it, and now that you are mine ...- he continued in his explanation, as he reached he forward with his left hand to enclose my throbbing member, pumping it at the rhythm of his own thrust -... I will logically keep craving you more … and more … and more - he breathed out, increasing his pumping, at each “more” he so lewdly uttered, as I tried the best I could to keep myself up against his body - … reason why this wall will remain empty … because I have saved your every delightfully forbidden expression on it...- he managed to point out in a strained hiss, in the mist of our irregular panting, and my desperate groaning -... for me to recollect whenever I pass by it - he concluded as I came in his hard, and felt his seed inside, while we ungracefully fell down the wall, in a irregular breathing pile of sweating bodies.
-... you are such a kinky ass pervert ...- I then playfully stated, as soon as I manged to recover a bit of my breath, and senses, as he smirked on the back of my neck
-Hey I am not the one, who once had me have sex on a motorbike ...- he observed raising himself up, and dragging me along with him -... and anyway, it could all be avoided if you stopped teasing me, in situations where you know I can't reply, thus I simply keep everything bottled inside ready to explode like I just did! - he then quickly added, as I turned around to face him with an innocent sad look.
-... but I love your art … and that appears to be the only way to get you inspired ...- I professed innocuously pouting, while I placed my arms around his neck, as he carried bridal-style, walking in direction of the bathroom -it's very pleasing … “to the eye” … and I get it for free ...- I continued as if talking about a real painting, as he quickly glanced at my stupidly grinning face, shaking his head in amusement
-Then just keep being yourself baby … that's all you have to do - he calmly pointed out, subtly inserting the fact that I had no need for any change, which was probably what he had meant to do all along. The true meaning behind the sentence he had uttered, about him wishing I could see what he saw in me (… and then after that, he went on a completely different tangent, but it's okay …).
-Thank you baby … for loving me the way that I am- I then professed, as we entered the bathroom, and he carefully placed me into the shower, soon after joining in - even if I am still going to repeat my same mistakes all over again ...- I quickly added in a slight apologetic tone, as merely smiled, and leaned forward to peck my lips -oh and by the way, we have another interview tomorrow ... - I quickly stated flashing the best innocent smile that I could muster, taking advantage of his condoning mood, realizing that I had forgot to tell him, and knowing that he had planned to have gone to a very popular motocross competition, which he had been wanting to go to for a long time, thus had already booked for, and if I remember correctly it really wasn't cheap, but given that he loves me just the way I am, he can overlook ten-thousand four-hundred yen that he is not going to get back … right?
-... Kai? ...- he dragged out my name, pointedly looked at me waiting for an explanation, as I merely continued smiling.
Eh eh eh ... whoops?