… You See ... What Had Happen Was [part 2] … from the Kitchen Sink to the Bedroom [REITA / KAI]

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: … You See ... What Had Happen Was [part 2] … from the Kitchen Sink to the Bedroom
Chapters: One shot
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Romance, introspection, crack
Warnings:  S&M kit, whip, slight torture, 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 sixth 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: (this is a direct part two to … You See ... What Had Happen Was [part 1] … the Dining Table) As soon as Jin and Yuuto leave, and as they start washing dishes, Kai politely points out that the version of how they got together, which so wonderfully told by Reita, wasn't exactly how it had happened ... Kai's POV.

… You See ... What Had Happen Was [part 2] … from the Kitchen Sink to the Bedroom


He tries really hard my Aki-baby, doesn't he?

And he is such a good person, he really is, nothing about what he does is genuinely meant to cause any harm, at least not when it concerns the two of us. It almost as if he revere us, this I know for a fact, and aren't I lucky to have such a man by my side? However (… because with him there is always an “however” …), even when he really doesn't need to try at all, not to talk about trying hard, he just doesn't get it. Because Suzuki Akira is the living epithet of a K.Y. Hito, also know as Kuuki-Yomenai-Hito, meaning; someone, who can't sense the “atmosphere”. A person, whom for example, would nonchalantly start talking about drastic diets, when one had been complaining about how lately they have been feeling quite sad and self-conscious about being just little overweight.

Now, combine being “clueless about one own emotional surroundings,” with having an “ego as big as his primary self in his pants when he gets “happy” (… and yes, it's huge ...)”, what do you get?

You get a man, … and “man” is totally and overstatement in this case, more like a twenty-seven year old kid … who becomes exaggeratedly defensive over things that have no need to be so, looking like this perfect interlocutor (… I still don't understand how he pulls that off so well …), and looking like a complete idiot to me. I mean, lying about how he became who we are? Who the hell does that?!?! Even if in his case it might have been a little embarrassing to tell, isn't that were all the fun lays?!?! Moreover, because he believes there is no need to discuss about “certain things”, I wouldn't have known how to say anything in his “fantasy story”, taking directly from his la-la-land head, in which for his information, I don't spend most of my time, as I think he must believe.

Okay … so I am a little pissed, but do you see what I am saying? Things like this you are supposed to be able to say together with your partner like he'd go “You remember we did this...” and then I 'd go “...yeah and then they did that...”, and we'd go on like this, looking all cute adorable, and what not, but first and for must looking like a “couple”, you know this sort of thing! And today this didn't happen because he decided to go through his tangent, forgot that maybe I would have had something to say as well, and kicking me to the curb … Just. Like. That.

Oh but he should know so much better, he really should, because I do not over look things the way he does, and as I said I am peeved, and ready to get my way with the “kid”, and what happens whit very very very bad kids when they disobey? They get punished. And that is exactly what he'll get. Now, whether he may end up liking the punishment or not, is entirely up to him (… given that I don't think the whole thing we'll feel to pleasurable at the beginning …), but I am going to have so much fun I know already, and right now that is the must important thing, especially when you are the person one the receiving end in a relationship; … oh it's going to be fun alright.

God he is such a kid! How else would you explain the fact that I am now in the place where I know for sure (because I am forgetful, but certain things, you tend to remember ...) that I placed my S&M kit that I had got some time ago, and that ... it is not there? And he is not a kid because he took it, or because he is going to accuse me to have placed it somewhere else, and that being the forgetful person that I am I simply forgot. No. He is a kid because, he keeps choosing the same hiding place to keep stuff away from me. And I have never told him I knew about the place, because I'll just wait until, he'll feel enough sorry for himself and bring them out, but from today … I guess he'll need to find a new place, uh? Because, as I thought, here it is … all the way at the very end on top of the dresser ... What? He think that I am not capable of taking a chair, and go to higher places, unless I am riding him? Wrong; very wrong.

I mean, what does he think I do during my week of doing chores? I obviously have to reach the places which he doesn't bother to go clean, because “If it is out of reach or sight, I don't see the need to go and clean there ...”, which is how I found out about his so clever hiding spot in the first place. And also the reason why he has never noticed, this cute little extendable whip that I hid at the very end behind our curtain. Ruki had given it to me some time ago, saying that Aoi had become desensitized to it, thus he needed a better one “... this is alright for beginners though, here have it ...” he said, for he'd said that he didn't feel it in his heart to just though it away, and I was kidding about trying something with Reita, because even though I had bought it for the fun of it (… it was on sale …), I knew that he would never want to try to do any of it. However, looks like the time to see just how really manly Suzuki Akira is, has just arrived; plus a little bit of torture has never hurt anyone, right?

-Busy already? … - I nonchalantly state, leaning on the entrance of the kitchen, where I had been quietly observing him already washing dishes. And I actually do that a lot; I like watching him from the back, and I really don't know why; … maybe a little fetish? He jumps a little, as he hears my voice, and I am wondering exactly what he think I am going to do with him? If he thinks I am going to profane that so virgin ass of his, he doesn't have to worry, wouldn't dream of it. All life I have always “played” as a catcher, because that is just the way I like it, he can keep playing pitcher for as long as he wish, and will both be very happy

-... Baby ...- he swiftly turns around, glimpsing at me, and then replacing his attention on the plates in front of himself -... you scared me- he then utters, and I am sure I did, given that he looks so tense (… who else did he expect anyway? …), nevertheless I gracefully make my entrance, and walked right next to him, placing both the kit, and the still retracted whip on the counter next to sink, where he obviously spots them, after which a plate suddenly “slips” from his hands

-... be careful with those dishes babe, I really don't want to keep having to buy new set ...- I calmly express, in a very flat tone, looking and sounding like I truly didn't care about whatever would happen to the dishes, but like I should just to say it, as a circumstantial sentence, and the same heedless way, I grab the whip, and lean on said counter, extending the still short object to its full length, and pretending to look at it rather interested

-... Wa-wa-what's all that?- he quickly inquires, in a completely “not meaning to sound nervous, but failing at that” tone, keeping his gaze on the dishes

-What? This? ...- I nonchalantly inquire, in a tone of feign curiosity, as I rather quickly fling the whip in front of me, producing that characteristic sound of a thin object going at a very high speed, and which is sure to hurt the hell on whatever it lands on; … of course I am not going to be as brutal with my baby. He obviously doesn't reply -... this are a few toys I bought some time ago, want to see them? ...- I inquire looking at him, who is still very intently avoiding my face

-... No not really thanks … but they seem fun? ...- he states, as the water keeps running, and I grin, reaching for the water tap, slowly closing it, as I fix my eyes on him, and he quickly shifts his orbs towards him, still keeping his head revolved to the sink

-They do, don't they? And I would like you to play too ...- I state leaning closer to him -... and you will ...- I hissed in his ear precising the point that he had no other choice, following which I stamped my lips on said ear. He shivered; … I like that - … but chores first, right? Which by the way ...- I then whisper, placing the tip of my whip on his chest, and tracing it down to his belt - … you are so not doing dressed like this, not in my kitchen, not today ...- I explain mischievously grinning up at him, who slowly turns his utterly bemused expression towards me

-What do you mean? ...- he inquires, as I keep smiling, and take a few step backward, keeping my whip firm on his shirt

-... off the shirt ...- I dryly instruct, as he stupidly blinks at me

-Wha- he tries to protest, but I am very quick as cutting him off

-Now ...- I order, in a tone that sounded maybe a little too menacing that what I wanted it too, but it is doing the job, since he looked at me wide eyed for a few seconds more, and then carefully dropping whatever plate he was washing, he slowly dried his hands using the towel by the sink, and silently followed instructions -... good boy ...- I state, as I walk behind him, and calculatedly reached his bare back, on which I slowly passed my free hand, as if analyzing what I have already touched countless time, but this time appreciating its smooth surface, before its imminent abuse -... still though you are missing something ...- I whisper leaning a bit forward, as I place the whip on the counter, and rich for my “toy box”, grabbing it, and keeping it in front of me, while I readily place a hand on Reita's head which was about to turn -... uh-uh baby, no peeping ...- I calmly warn him, as he frustratedly breath out, and keeps his head forwards

-... Don't you think it fair … that I should at least know what you are playing with? - he attempts to say, gaining a loud smirk from me

-You didn't seem to think it fair to just start telling bullshit about our story without consulting me, so no, not really ...- I nonchalantly inform him, picking out a black leather collar, with tiny pointed metal studs all over it. Reaching out to place the now closed box back on the counter, I tie the collar around his neck -... there … now you look just adorable - I whisper, passing both my hands soothingly down his back, and reaching forward to grab the buckle of his belt -... now how about we tell the story again, and while doing that, … shall we also see ...- I state leaving his buckle, grabbing the whip once again, and newly taking steps back - … shall we also see just how manly you really are baby - I explain, now tentatively passing the tip of the whip randomly over his back, just to measure the right distant at which I'd have to be, in order to inflict my punishment.

-Y-you really aren't going to use that … on me ...right? ...- he cautiously inquires, keeping his body completely steady; ... this, was the right time for a taste. Lightly chuckling in an almost sadistic way, I lift my whip from his back, and staring at my target, I suddenly went down on him; one slash, straight to the point, not to hard … but not to light either -... Fuc- he lowly hisses, lifting his head to the ceiling, while bringing his shoulders together, as I satisfyingly observed the red thin mark across his back, there was no blood of course, but it was sure to have left a mark for a little bit. Thus, I walked back right behind his back, and slightly bending, I slowly traced the red mark on his back with my tongue, all the way up

-Watch me … - I then whispered in from behind in a challenging tone, after which I gave him a quick peck on the nape of his neck, and walk back -... so lets talk about that day shall we? ...- I proposed in a louder tone, as I walked back to my strategically calculated position - … oh and … keep washing by the way - I quickly add, newly passing the tip of the whip across his back - … so … how was it that I ended up wearing your jacket again? ...- I inquire in feign curiosity, amusingly awaiting for an answer

-... when we finished the comment you had- he begins in a rather low tone, and I just “can't hear” him so, I quickly cut him off with another whip, which was followed by more of his lowly chewed curse words

-I can't hear you babe, you'll need to speak a little louder, and clear-er...- I explain accentuating the word “clearer”

-... y-you … had picked up my jacket, and extended on end to me, proposing that we should share it all the way back to the hotel ...- he then begin in a louder, and clearer tone indeed, tentatively abandoning the dishes, to try and reach for his back, as I promptly whipped his hand, making him hiss, and me grin.

-... and “then” was when you said ...- I added in a slow encouraging, as I resumed passing the whip across his back, which I guess he took as a sign for him to speak immediately and correctly, and that in doing so, he might have been spared a whipping; …. so wrong

-... I said that you could have it because I was used to wearing sleeve-less clothes, but baby I- he stated, and quickly tried to utter what sounded like some sort of justification, as he tried to turn towards me but you know how it goes … Whip. Curse.

-Yeah yeah, I'd though that was exactly how it went ...yeah ...- I calmly express, getting closed to his back, and lewdly licking the last two inflicted marks, adding a few lowly most likely provocative groans, while I can feel his torso quickly raise and lower, at which I pass through the marks again this time with the tip of my finger -... does it hurt baby? … - I ask in a feign interest, because to all honesty I can't bring myself to feel bad for him, given that I am actually getting rather turned on by this; … so this is what it feels like to be Ruki, uh? He silently shakes his head side to side in response to my question as I resume -Good, so shall we keep going? … what happened as soon as we got to our room? ...- I inquire determinately walking back to my post

-You … you asked me if I wanted to go and take a shower first … because … I looked like I was freezing - he promptly answered, awkwardly shaping his back, while answering, as I decided that I am really enjoying this, but it is time to play with another toy. Moreover, I think that is all he may be able to handle in order to carry his bass; ...yes I am that considerate. So I walk next him, roughly shoving away one of his arms, so I can place myself between him and the sink, facing him

-Which you obviously were, but what was it that I said? ...- I nonchalantly continue, retracting the whip and amusingly passing it all over his chest, and down between his leg, where I go over and over, and stop right on his crotch, at which his eyes quickly widen, and quickly travel to place their amusingly shocked stare on me -oh don't worry babe, not touching that, I am not as stupid to self strike out my main pitcher... - I reassure him, placing the whip on the counter, at which gesture I can see him slight slack in relief, while I reach for his crotch with my hand -... you may look relived baby, but “pitcher-san” is saying a different story … how is that? - I observe in a tone of feign wonder, as I keep grouping him, while he releases attempted hushed groans. I then unbuckle his belt, observing his face slightly turn red, which was his silent replay to my question, meaning that in the end he had enjoyed being somewhat manhandled. I smirk in satisfaction, and pull down his pants, leaving him in his tight black boxers, and a collar, to which I now need to add something. Thus I turn towards my mystery black box, open it, and bring out a black leather leash, which I link to the metal loop of his collar- ... you need to keep washing baby ...- I state roughly pulling him closer by the collar, to the point where our bodies are perfectly one on top of the other, and I wrap my arm around his neck, while he pushes me further against the sink, in order to reach for the plates. Pitcher-san feels already so good, I wonder how long I'll be able to keep warming up before getting on the field -so what was it that I then added when I told you to go shower? - I inquire once more, as I begin a slew grinding of our crotches

-You … ugh-you ...- he tries to reply, but apparently I am doing one heck of a good job, since his eyes are quickly going shut and, I don't feel, any plate washing behind my back anymore

-uh-uh ...no stopping babe ...- I warn him, as I suddenly stop grinding, and he opens his eyes, almost glaring at me, and I readily glare back at him, newly pulling the collar close -... who is the owner, and who is the pet? ...- I firmly inquire, making gesture to reach for the whip, at which my cute blondie, quickly bites his lower lip, while I raise my eye brow inciting him to answer

-Y-you … are my owner ...Kai-sama ...- he finally utters, as I satisfyingly grin in reply, using my free hand to loving stroke his hair, as if he truly where a dog

-good, good boy... now my reply ...- I then order, leaving the leash and resuming my grinding, as he desperately tries to wash the last dish behind me, and to somehow give his answer

-You … a-uh-asked me whether I would have preferred ...f-for ...us to … aah-shower together- he manages to speak

-Yes … and given that you looked so embarrassed, and dumbly stared at me, like I had just asked you to have sex with me, I said that I was just kidding, at which you still looked at me as if stupefied, and you then uttered “Y-y-you ...sh-sh-should go first …” - I explain, making a slightly exaggerated imitation of him -at which I giggled because you looked adorable, and asked you whether you were sure, and since you said yes, I went, right? - I then inquired, lowering a hand to his right nipple, and squeezing it, while I waited for his answer

-... Ye-ugh-s ...- he half groans and half replies, as I turn around, and notice that he has finally managed to complete his dish washing-... god … baby your killing me ...- he then whispers on the crook of my neck, as he rests himself on the edge of the sink counters, on both sides of me

-Am I really? ...- I inquire in feign curiosity, as I place a flat palm on his chest, and effortlessly push him away, gaining a hurt-puppy look from him, which I purposely ignore, as I walk away from the sink, grabbing my box with one hand, and pulling him by the leash with the other, deciding that is in fact time to get into the field and play -... but the story gets to its peek here, right?...- I observe as I walks us inside our bedroom, and looking back at him, I make sign with my chin for him to get on the bed, as I place the box on the bed stand, after having brought out a pair of handcuffs -... right? ...- I inquire once more, while I try to wake him up from his hypnotic state caused by the handcuffs in my hands, as he slowly nods in agreement -because when we were all nice and clean, and I was on the bed zapping through channels, and you were silently on the other side of the room blushing away while watching nothing on TV, I did get up, got my digital camera, and called you to come sit next to me on the bed, because I had something I wanted to show you, didn't I? ...- I inquire, as I get on the bed, forcefully pushing him flat on it, at which he arches his back a little looking slightly in pain, while I straddle him with my legs, fixing one cuff to our bed post, and trying to reach for his left wrist, but ... he surprisingly starts acting smart on me, moving it out of my reach, when I try to get to it, while he smugly grins at me; … he wants to play uh? So I perform a slow, and rather hard grin, adding the most sluttish of moans in the process, at which he groans in pleasure, and pain from the bruises on his back, forgetting about his wrist, which I grab, and quickly lock in the other cuff -... what did I show you?-

-... Pictures of ...- he stops looking up at the bed post, as he tentatively pulls his wrist from the handcuff, obviously unsuccessfully, while I harshly pull his collar to bring back his attention to his rightful owner -pictures of the two of us doing silly things - he precises, as he watches me strip on top of him, which I do to the rhythm of an evidently sexy imaginary tune, grinding my hips in every possible direction, as he looks at me through half lidded eyes, and continues telling the story like in a trance, while I divertedly grin at him still obscenely dancing - … then … all of … a ...ugh-sudden … fuck Kai … you quickly … nhhh... pecked me on the cheek ...- he pants out, eyes closed as he tries to reach for my underwear, which is all that I am wearing at the moment

-“... Akira? ...” I then shyly called you, still not believing that I did what I did, and averting my eyes from you, keeping my head low I said “I know this will sound odd, but I kinda … like you? … a lot? I said, and hesitantly raised my head towards you, looking at your flabbergasted , and stupidly blinking expression, some seconds after which you “then” out of the blue, kiss me - I take over in the explanation, because the best part is about to come, and I want him to be the one to say it, while I grant his request and remove first my underwear, then his -...and we silently stared at each other for a while, after which he suddenly stared making out in a nonsensically rough way - I continue, making us switch position, as I lay flat on the bed, and spread my legs open allowing him to place himself between them, the best he could with a handcuffed wrist -... so we were quickly flat on the bed just like this, stark naked, and though I was furiously blushing, I suddenly began to laugh, because you pulled away from our kiss, and perplexedly looked at me, then in-between my legs, and then back up to me, mutely bilking at me for what seemed like forever, and then bluntly said what? … come on baby, nobody is hear, you can say it ...- I encourage him, grabbing the leash and pulling him towards me, given that he had quickly averted gazes, and still is, and in his face no intention what-so-ever to say anything, at which I pull him even closer, and whisper -... if you say it … I'll release you from the cuffs, the leash, and I'll let you fuck me like an animal, promise ...- I propose, at which he slowly and widely grins, obviously complying, after which he closes his eyes, and resignedly sighs -... I want to hear the exact words ...- I quickly add, as he reopens his eyes in an unimpressed manner

-Hai, hai ...- he abjectly drags out - … I said … god I can't believe you are really making me say this again... - he grunts in complain, as I quickly glare at him, and harshly pull his leash -okay okay okay I said … “... So now where do I enter?” There, happy? Happy? Yes keep laughing, yeah keep fucking laughing… - he annoyingly mumbled, because I am currently laughing my ass out, and nobody, unless they were there, can understand just how funny the whole thing was, his face, the question, just too much to take, even now; I guess that was what I got knowingly falling for a at the time straight man.

-Sorry baby ... sorry ...- I then breath out, still in laughing, as I reach for the handcuff, which he now knows, had easy unlock button by the side of it, and then reach for his collar and unleashed him. Even though there were still a few other toys I wanted to play with, I guess I have humiliated him enough for today -... now that you know “where” to enter, go ahead … and ravage me ...- I state still heavily giggling in the process, as I suddenly gasp wide-eyed, given that he forcefully kept my legs open, placed himself at my entrance, and shoved himself in; no preparation, no nothing -... Akir- I try to scream in retort, but he doesn't give the chance to either conclude my cry, or stagnate in the pain of his action, because he is already pounding in me, with the same intensity, and desire that we would have most certainly done it that day, and it already feels so fucking good. And this time, I don't need to tell him to go any faster, or any harder, for he has taking my words to the letter, shoving himself in me whit such force our bed id badly cracking, while grabbing my erection and quickly pumping it to meet his thrusts, and I am already reaching record highs, in a record time; … damn -A … aaah .. aaaaa … Akiraaa!- I loudly pant out, as I cum hard in his palm, and him inside me - … ho … holy fuck … baby … - I pant out, my chest furiously heaving upwards an downwards, as he collapses over me, his head above my shoulder, and as well heavily panting -... I … I … have no words ...- I then resignedly conclude, with a utterly gratified grin

-you better not ...- he whispers, slightly turning to face me

-well ...- I then turn towards him, I think by now I am pretty much back to the regular me -... have you learned you lesson? ...- I then inquire, as takes me by surprise, and places himself over me, widely grinning

-Are you kidding me? Of course I did … if doing what I did produced “this”, I say that I am down for more socializing ... - he stated, leaning in to sloppily kiss a rather dumbfounded me, after which he quickly turns me around, and leans towards my ear -oh and animals do it from behind, and yes … I am still very hard - he proudly announces, as I shake my head in resignation, wondering where exactly had gone wrong with him (… not like I am not going to enjoy all the times he is going to take me tonight …)

But … he did get some of it right?

… he really tries hard …

A/N: And there it goes, the way things truly went (^_^;; ), eheheh. Hope you enjoyed it, as much I enjoyed writing it, thanks for reading to everyone. Much Love (^_^! )/.