Ogre [ONE SHOT] - [REITA/KAI]
Title: Ogre
Chapter: One Shot
Author:luna_no_koibito
Genre: Crack & Romance
Warnings: sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Reita/Kai
Bands: The GazettE
Disclaimer: Just need your faces darlings, my fingers will type the rest ..._〆(・∀・＠)
Summary: The GazettE is getting ready for its tenth birthday, and Reita is harboring sweet but unnecessary worries. Reita's POV.
Ogre
To put it simply, Reita didn't know how to deal with situations which required the coherent and emotional use of words, though he was perfectly capable of sensing when the atmosphere surrounding people wasn't peachy. In those cases he'd either say nothing, hoping not to be dragged into any possible discussion, or simple take up and leave in order to instantly dodge any predicaments. There really wasn't anything he despised as much as arguing, for the simple reason that he didn't know how to.
However, when the atmosphere changing was the one around himself, and when the person involved was his lover, he could have taken up and left all he wanted, and not only the problem would obviously not be solved, but he'd be the one to actually be bothered by it anyways. Thus, his first plan of action usually fell on keeping silent, and hoping for, Kai in this case, to perhaps say something.
A whole month had gone by now, and his "Silent Strategy" was failing spectacularly, given as to how Kai hadn't brought up the issue as, the blond had hoped he would. Then again, he truly might have just sensing something that wasn't there. Yet he totally felt this discrepancy, a feeling of Kai pretending to not be bothered by what Reita believed was actually bothering him. What he though should have bothered him, as Uruha had pointedly corrected.
“Kai's not like that. If this whole decade thing is really bothering him, he'd say something about it ...” calmly replied the lead guitarist, while tuning his guitar.
“How do you know? Maybe he's just being careful around us ...” insisted the blond, leaning on the back of his chair, arms dropping down low, legs wide open, absolutely not-ready-for-business.
“If you say so ...” mumbled Uruha, playing a few tabs from Chijou “... I'm not he's boyfriend or anything, but as a very close friend I still would say that he could give two shits about the fact that he'd been with the GazettE only nine years …” observed the honey blond “Who cares anyways? You are the one being paranoid with this ...” he then questioned, finally facing Reita with the slightly annoyed expression of someone who was trying to work.
“Mmm ...” effortlessly replied the blond, leisurely spinning on his chair.
“Recording studios aren't a place for chit-chatting ladies. If you are going to just be wasting time, I'd suggest you go home Suzuki-san ...” loudly interjected Aoi in a rather thick Kansai dialect, as he merrily waltz into the recording-room, and shamelessly dropped next to Reita, his stance also completely not-ready-for-business.
“Wait until Kai comes in … he'll chew both your asses ...” Uruha coolly expressed, at which both Reita and Aoi kept silent and shrugged, seemingly careless of the matter. Until, a good minute later, the eldest turned towards the blond with a request.
“My guitar” expressed the eldest, smugly nudging his chin towards the black instrument sitting behind Reita's chair. The blond merely rolled away on his chair, widely smiling at the elder, while giving him his middle finger, until his chair abruptly stopped after having hit something; or rather someone.
By the way in which Uruha resumed playing while snickering, and the way in which Aoi reached for his guitar looking like he was oblivious to everything, the identity of the person he'd just hit became instantly clear without even having to turn around. He never really had to turn around, whenever the particular brunette was around. Somehow he had developed a very precise Kai-radar
“Su ... zu … ki ...” expressed the drummer in a pained hiss, as Reita gingerly and swiftly got off the wheeling-chair and made a bee-line for his bass.
“Okay, what can I help you with? Name it I'll do it” pushed out the blond, suddenly stopping the trained plucking, of his bass as he looked up at the younger brunette, whom was sitting at the other end of the room, with a ready-to-do-business attitude.
“Help me?” curiously replied the brunette, looking up at the blond with a weird glint of excitement in his eyes “Like … are you going to become my personal sexy secretary or something?” added the brunette, smirking in amusement at Reita's not-so-amused expression.
“I'm being serious leader ...” plainly resumed the blond staring back at the brunette, whom replied looking at him like he was crazy or something on those lines “... phone calls? Copies? Anything, ask and I'll do ...” Reita added.
“Why?” nonchalantly inquired the brunette, returning to the task on his desk, delightfully shaking his head, as the blond merely merely resumed his silent wondering, with which he newly convinced himself that there had to be something wrong. Yet, all he had to do was finally get the guts to ask him about it, even though he really didn't want to touch the subject “It's really not as much work as I thought it would be. Really though, it's all thanks to the extra help that I'm getting this time. It's all going smoothly I promise, I'll make this the decade concert every GazettE fan will remember eternally.” Kai assured, lifting up to genuinely smile at the blond, whom instead suddenly felt like smashing his bass to the ground.
“If you asked me ...” he then calmly resumed, impatiently exhaling, while carefully placing his bass against the wall of Kai's living room “We should be celebrating this whole decade thing next year” crudely stated the blond as he got to his feet, observing the brunette still bent over whatever he was writing.
“And why is that?” inquired the brunette, his gaze unwavering over his papers.
“It doesn't feel like ten years to me ...” plainly observed the blond “... not yet” he then lowly added, lightly tapping the legs of the chair he had sat on.
“Oh but I can assure you, if you go on Wikipedia, type "The GazettE" and look under "Years active" it says two-thousand-two ongoing, which, makes this year ten ...” simplistically smiled the brunette stopping his writing and looking up at the blond “... now I know you are not good in math, but come on” he then skeptically observed, with a playful expression.
“If you keep looking, under Biography, there is a two-thousand three in big and bold, and next to it, it says "New Drummer" ...” replied the blond in a slightly vehement tone “... now do the calculation again” almost ordered the blond, hating the warm increasing sensation across his cheeks and ears. Kai then leaned back into his chair, tenderly looking up at the standing blond in silence for a few second, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the blond promptly interrupted “Fuck it”suddenly expressed the blond shoving his hands into his pocket “forget about it, and don't you even dare bring it up, I already feel like a fucking chick for having been so emo about this” pointed out the blond, after which he strolled his mighty embarrassed self out of the room, into the kitchen, and straight to the fridge.
Leaning deep into the fridge searching for beers, Reita began to think that perhaps his stomp out the room was to be considered more emotional and girl-like than the whole outburst, and as he kept scrutinizing the fridge for obviously nonexistent bottles of fucking beer, he also blatantly ignored the presence that had finally made its entrance into the kitchen. However, Reita wasn't in the mood to face a surely smiling Kai, making his search of nonexistent beers bottles quite the task.
“We finished both six packs in the past two days remember? When you tried so badly to get me drunk ...” nonchalantly expressed the brunette, slowly taking more steps forward “... you downed all my hot chocolate” continued the brunette, and Reita didn't need to turn around to know that the brunette was most definitely smirking. So much for getting all overly-conscious and concerned for a good long-ass month about Kai's feelings.
Never again. He really should have just got the fuck over it, as kindly suggested by their vocalist.
“That's not funny at all, gimmie that ...” challengingly exclaimed Ruki, eagerly pulling the piece of paper away from Reita, as he began to draw what looked like anpan-man, next to the elder's very simplistic version of Vegeta.
“So? ...” Reita resignedly pushed, absently playing with the vocalist's sunglasses.
“So what? ...” distractedly inquired the shorter as he kept drawing, while calmly taking posses of his pair of sunglasses from the bassist hands, which he then placed on his side of the table. Reita didn't even have the strength to feel offended at the gesture.
“Kai? The decade? … all I've talked about? ...” exasperatedly pressed the blond, as Ruki kept on drawing. The image now showed anpan-man trapping Reita's Vegeta into some sort of net. The vocalist satisfyingly chuckling to himself all along.
“All you said was "You know, about Kai and the decade … what you think?" the fuck am I suppose to say?” nonchalantly expressed the vocalist, now drawing a skeleton-man.
“How about we do this next year? ...” gingerly suggested the bassist.
“Yup, and we could also tell our staff to kindly wait until next year for the revenue of the money which was spent so far ...” cynically pointed out the vocalist, quickly glimpsing at the blond “... This is a celebration of the GazettE Reita, get the fuck over it” he then concluded, taking a few pictures, which the bassist was sure he was going to twit “... we all know that Kai came to be part of the band only nine years ago, I was the one who freaking brought him in!” resumed the vocalist “... but does it really matter? As I said, this is a celebration of the band”.
“Don't” dryly warned the blond, keeping his stance towards the fridge, after having resolved on taking out a bottle of water.
“What? Don't come close? ...” cynically chuckled the brunette as he calmly kept walking “... Is your mighty super saiyan aura going to blast me into nine-thousand pieces?” teased the brunette, while stopping right behind the blond's back, whom seemed rather intent in chugging down said bottle of water “besides, you fucker, this is my house, don't you dare order me out of my own kitchen again” he then lowly spoke in pretense haughtiness, while placing his hands on Reita's back, slowly and soothingly moving them up and down, as the blond lightly chuckled.
“That was a good one ...” admitted the elder “... the dragon-ball one that is …” he added replacing the bottle of water in the fridge, still keeping his back at the brunette.
“Still not gonna look at me ...” lightly teased the brunette, after which he gently pecked the elder’s nape. Reita could have easily replied with a quick and flat "yup" since he wasn't. However his resistance was being successfully tampered with by the brunette's persistence. Kai's hands seemed to know just exactly where to go on his body, as it was right to be for two whom have been together for as long as they had “I love you ...” cooed the brunette, lightly laughing on the blond's neck.
“I'm not a chick you know, no need for gentle caresses … and I told you not to bring shit up ...” replied the blond shaking his head at the Kai and the whole situation.
Seriously. Never again.
“But you like it though don't you? ...” amusingly pressed the younger, lowering his hands from the elder's back, all the way to the front, stopping around his inner thighs, where he kept rubbing “when I touch you here … and here ...” mischievously kept whispering the brunette, as the blond kept trying to stick to his guns, even though a particular one was quite ready to shoot “you know what I like better though? ...” then rhetorically inquired the brunette, placing his chin on the blond's shoulder “... when you do all of that to me ...” he then hissed into the blond's ear”
“Is that so? ...” vaguely stated the blond, trying his best to sound not interested, or at most unknowing of said very well known fact.
“Yup” concluded the brunette, getting off the blond with a friendly pack on both shoulders “... so when you think you are horny enough, you know where to find me ...” he nonchalantly concluded making his unhurried exit of the kitchen, as the blond observed him leave with the tail of his eye, while still facing the fridge. So there he was now standing in front of a fridge feeling humiliated, vexed, and horny.
Could caring for the person you loved really be considered so stupid? Perhaps there really wasn’t an issue to begin with. But he was just being considerate, and that was going to be his final stance on the matter, thought the blond as he took his time to walk towards the brunette's bedroom.
“I was about to seriously worry ...” smiled the brunette, once Reita had appeared at the room's threshold. The blond resignedly sighed, as he proceeded to walk in, and sit on the edge of the bed in which side, the drummer was laying “... still going to keep your back at me? ...” curiously inquired the brunette, as he began to drum his fingers on the blond's back.
“I know I made much noise out of nothing ...” suddenly began the blond, in a very placate tone, surprising himself at his inability to just let go “... and what I'm about to say will sound even stupider, but since I seem to have a lot of shit bottled up bothering me I'll just go ahead and say it ...” politely warned the blond.
“I'm listening” genuinely replied the brunette.
“Sometimes I wished you'd been part of the GazettE from the very start” simply stated the blond.
“The first time you met me you hated me ...” gingerly observed the drummer.
“That's beside the point since I love you now” cheesed off the elder “and it is exactly because I love you ...” he reinforced, pausing soon after, as he tried to express perhaps the hardest thing he had to say in a long time “... that I don't want you to feel out of place, any less belonging or any less deserving … you are the fucking leader dammit! Just because you weren't here for a year doesn't change shit! Like any of us you are part of the GazettE and the first person that has anything to object about this I'll fucking crush them. There. Said” finally concluded the blond falling back over the brunette’s still laying body.
“Feel better now? ...” tenderly inquired the brunette, looking down at the blond's face now resting on his stomach, eyes closed and nodding “Good.”
“You don't think I'm stupid? ...” inquired the blond, finally turning his head to the side to face him.
“I think you love my well enough to sound stupid ...” amusingly expressed the brunette, as Reita almost got ready to dart of the bed, when Kai forcefully pushed him down back on his stomach “but, I'm glad you do. I also don't feel any less part, or left out, nor anything else” declared the drummer “perhaps, at the beginning, there was this ever-present atmosphere of a whole year I obviously wasn't part of, and trying to break into a bond that has already been established is never an easy task, but … with the passing of time, that year was simply just that, a year” sincerely explained the brunette “... this is a celebration of the band, a band I am immensely grateful to. And this is its tenth year and I want to celebrate it with all my might, because if you all hadn't formed it, ten years ago, so much just wouldn't be right now. We wouldn't be, and worrying about a mere year would be the last of your problems, who knows …” pointed out the brunette “... Reason why, I'm also grateful to Yune-san by the way” added the brunette as the blond skeptically laughed.
“You are so Japanese ...” Reita observed, as the brunette gave him a silent questioning look “... you are grateful to Yune-san … pssht … I bet you Ruki could give a fuck about Yune-san right now” expressed the blond, as the brunette merely shook his head trying not to laugh.
“How about you?” Kai then inquired as the blond get himself completely on the bed, and over the brunette “... how do you feel about Yune-san?” he whispered, as they began gently rub random part of their faces against each other.
“To be honest ...” lowly began to reply the blond, as his lips surfaced the drummer's cheeks, whom then placed both arms on the blond's back “... I feel nothing. I wasn't given the time to feel anything. We seemed to play well together, he seemed to be a nice person, but … it stopped there. So whatever.” lightly shrugged the blond, as their lips finally met exchanging a slow and somehow strangely awaited kiss.
“Good. Smart answer ...” replied the brunette as their lips unlocked, while he was being guided down by the elder.
“What? You can like Yune-san, and I can't? … double standards?” smirked the bassist, as he began to unbutton the drummer's shirt, while lowering to shower his neck with butterfly kisses.
“You said it yourself, I'm Japanese ...” sneakily replied the brunette “... explicitly, I will expect you to say what it is expected to say ...” explained the brunette, as he inserted his fingers among the blond's hair “... implicitly, I better not have heard anything which had nothing to do with what was expected to say.” concluded the brunette, as the blond finally unclothed him of his shirt, and getting on his heels quickly removed his own T-shirt.
“These Japanese people are surely complicated ...” huskily expressed the bassist, as he newly lowered to calculatedly take possession of the younger's mouth.
“Mh … mm ...” was all that came out Kai's agreeing hum, as Reita's tongue lapped against and around his, repeatedly, passionately, over and over again, as he placed himself between the drummer's legs, which he parted with his knees.
Giving the drummer's now almost livid lips a last peck, Reita lowered over the toned body grazing his lips over as much surface as he could cover, before stopping over the right nipple. Lightly grazing his teeth against the pink button, he then circled it with his tongue a coupe of time, and finally sucked over it, while squeezing the left nipple with his fingers. As expected, Kai's torso lightly lifted from the mattress, as he tighten his grip on the blond's locks, eyes closed, teeth tightly biting on his lips. A bit harder, and Reita was sure that the drummer could have punctured them, and the though of perhaps getting to lick the little drops of blood from said lips, weirdly aroused him to no extent.
“Don't … stop ...” lowly requested the brunette, as the blond got back on his heals to get rid of Kai's skinny black jeans, while smirking down at the drummer with a pretense condescending look “enjoying yourself up there ...” playfully inquired the brunette, pulling himself up on his elbows.
“Not yet ...” hissed the blond, as he threw the jeans to the side, and lowered to pull down Kai's tight fit gray boxers just a little, enough to expose the head and a bit of the shaft, against which he grazed the tip of his tongue, slowly around and up on top, as the brunette was back on the mattress, his breath audible, fastened, his fingers tightly gripping the sides of his bed-sheets as if his life depended on it.
Taking his time to then sensually and completely peel off the brunette's boxers, Akira circled his hand around the erection and began to leisurely pump it as more of it came to show. Once the underwear was completely off, he then used his tongue circle the reddened and hardened muscle, after which he sucked it in, applying more and more suction, until he could witness the brunette delightfully writhe.
“S-st … op … stop ...” attempted to order the brunette “... I'm gonna come” announced the brunette.
“That's the whole point of the game baby ...” cynically pointed out the bassist, as he was pushed down instead.
“I want to blow you too ...” announced the brunette, hurriedly trying to get rid of Reita's jeans.
“Hai hai, Kai-sama ...” playfully replied the blond, as his white slightly-lose fit boxers were finally also gone, the brunette bent between the elder's legs and took a lightly hold of his sack with his teeth, soothingly grazing them over it, and successively sucking it into his mouth, and out, repeatedly. Getting on his heels, the drummer then reached behind into his closet for a bottle of lube, which he abundantly poured over the blond's erection “that's shit's cold ...” loudly hissed the bassist.
“You're the one whose raging hot ...” laughed the drummer.
“I thought you were going to blow me ...” Reita skeptically inquired.
“I changed my mind” nonchalantly smiled the brunette, as he began to rub the lube over the entire surface of the blond's erection, starting slow and carefully, but gradually increasing the speed of his pumping “... any complaints?” inquired the brunette, as the blond rapidly shook his head in silent, while lightly bucking up his hips as well “... ready to get into me?” proposed the brunette, as the blond eagerly reversed their position, quickly kissing him.
“How do you want it? ...” Reita huskily inquired.
“Missionary ...” replied the drummer, as the blond readily parted the younger's legs, looking at him in amusement to the simple position chosen “... I want to see your face when I come” quickly added the brunette, as Reita grabbed the same bottle of lube, and poured it over the brunette's entrance, while lapping it around the muscle rings with his fingers, as he observed the contorting expression on the drummer's hissing face “... cold ain't it?” smugly stated the blond, as he sat down with his legs over the brunette's, while he began to penetrate said entrance with a single digit.
“Whatever, just hurry up ...” jokingly order the brunette, as he placed both his hands flat on the blond's chest “... can't wait for this ...” continued the brunette, as he grabbed Reita's manhood and began to toy with it, making the bassist impatiently groan, and quickly remove the two fingers which had leisurely been inside the brunette.
Freeing his erection from the brunette's hands, Reita then placed it at the prepared entrance, and slowly began to push in, Kai's moan filled the room during the entire insertion, as he tightly gripped the blond's solid ass, almost scratching it. Once fully in, the elder wrapped the yougner's legs around his waist, while Kai placed his arms around the blond's neck, as they resumed making out among groans, pants, and sweetly whispered imprecations.
Not too later, the blond began to slowly roll in his hips at which Kai stopped the kissing to lower his head and begin to pleasurably moan, as his grip around Reita's neck tightened. Gradually, while holding up Kai's legs, Reita increased the intensity and speed of his thrust, as he his lips hungrily searched for Kai's with which they fervently battled, both panting, and crazily groaning.
Speedily approaching their climax, Reita's thrust were now hard, fast and unsettled. Still holding on to the drummer's legs he then managed to barely open his eyes, as he felt the brunette's arms unwrap from his neck, and its hands hold his face, while he stared into Kai's half-lidded eyes. Then, as they somehow managed to somehow get lost into each other's half-opened gaze, Reita managed to see the brunette's lips mumble something akin to I'm coming before his vision went momentarily blank as they both did as much. Panting and spent still on each other, Kai's finger reached for Reita's damp hair and tenderly massaged it's scalp as they lazily kissed.
“I love you ...” genuinely declared the brunette, as they resumed staring into each other's eyes “... thank you for worrying about me, thank you for loving me … thank you” Kai gratefully expressed, as the blond replied by lightly grazing their noses against each other.
“So what was this? ...” inquired the blond whose head been laying on the brunette's chest “... make-up sex … love-making … Reita-is-stupid-let's-tranquillize-him-sex …?” playfully proposed the bassist.
“I don't know ...” expressed the brunette, as he got up, and out the bed, while raising an don't-look-at-me-like-that eye-brow at the pouting blond, whom seemed to be extremely comfortable above him “... but whatever it was, it was go~od” chanted the brunette “you are extrrremely good in bed Suzuki-sama ...” purred the drummer, as he walked around the bed, with the bassist, nodding his head at the incoming compliments “... but now, how about we go and take a shower together, and then you helped me as you offered?” propositioned the brunette.
“Don't recall ...” nonchalantly stated the blond jumping out of bed, and walking passed the brunette towards the bathroom.
“Hey you! Clever monkey! Come back here!” Kai called with a playful indignant voice.
“Who you calling a clever monkey?! Cockroach!” yelled Reita from the bathroom.
“Hyena ...” challenged the drummer once inside the bathroom.
“Leech ...” retorted Reita from the shower.
“Maggot ...” rebuked Kai, as he entered the shower, directing the water jet towards himself.
“Ogre ...” promptly replied Reita, moving back the water jet, looking victorious.
“Errrrrrr wro~ng Suzuki! ...” playfully admonished the drummer, re-directing the jet towards himself, as they began an unnecessary fight for water, which Kai successfully won after accidentally jabbing the drummer into the ribs “Sorry baby ....” vaguely apologized the brunette, as the blond kept bent massaging his ribs “... but you see, this wouldn't have happened if you knew your facts properly” stated the drummer in pretense haughtiness.
“What are you talking about … Ogre is totally one of our songs ...” Reita complained, at which Kai laughed a little, and after assuming a rather serious expression, he imitated the speech of a burikko girl and replied
“Uhm … I understand you have problems with numbers and all, but an Ogre is not an animal? … duh!”
-END-
AN:Heheheheh … just love this two. ReitaxKaixReita OTP forever!
But that being said, I'm momentarily done with my thirst for one-shots, so yeah this time the next thing posted will definitely SKHP ~! (Silent Knight, Hidden Princess for those whom may not know~). Anyway~~~ hope you enjoyed this. I really wish I could be there for their 10th birthday, it pains me so much to know that I will not but … I guess I'll go for the 20th? LOL.
Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-
Chapter: One Shot
Author:luna_no_koibito
Genre: Crack & Romance
Warnings: sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Reita/Kai
Bands: The GazettE
Disclaimer: Just need your faces darlings, my fingers will type the rest ..._〆(・∀・＠)
Summary: The GazettE is getting ready for its tenth birthday, and Reita is harboring sweet but unnecessary worries. Reita's POV.
Ogre
To put it simply, Reita didn't know how to deal with situations which required the coherent and emotional use of words, though he was perfectly capable of sensing when the atmosphere surrounding people wasn't peachy. In those cases he'd either say nothing, hoping not to be dragged into any possible discussion, or simple take up and leave in order to instantly dodge any predicaments. There really wasn't anything he despised as much as arguing, for the simple reason that he didn't know how to.
However, when the atmosphere changing was the one around himself, and when the person involved was his lover, he could have taken up and left all he wanted, and not only the problem would obviously not be solved, but he'd be the one to actually be bothered by it anyways. Thus, his first plan of action usually fell on keeping silent, and hoping for, Kai in this case, to perhaps say something.
A whole month had gone by now, and his "Silent Strategy" was failing spectacularly, given as to how Kai hadn't brought up the issue as, the blond had hoped he would. Then again, he truly might have just sensing something that wasn't there. Yet he totally felt this discrepancy, a feeling of Kai pretending to not be bothered by what Reita believed was actually bothering him. What he though should have bothered him, as Uruha had pointedly corrected.
“Kai's not like that. If this whole decade thing is really bothering him, he'd say something about it ...” calmly replied the lead guitarist, while tuning his guitar.
“How do you know? Maybe he's just being careful around us ...” insisted the blond, leaning on the back of his chair, arms dropping down low, legs wide open, absolutely not-ready-for-business.
“If you say so ...” mumbled Uruha, playing a few tabs from Chijou “... I'm not he's boyfriend or anything, but as a very close friend I still would say that he could give two shits about the fact that he'd been with the GazettE only nine years …” observed the honey blond “Who cares anyways? You are the one being paranoid with this ...” he then questioned, finally facing Reita with the slightly annoyed expression of someone who was trying to work.
“Mmm ...” effortlessly replied the blond, leisurely spinning on his chair.
“Recording studios aren't a place for chit-chatting ladies. If you are going to just be wasting time, I'd suggest you go home Suzuki-san ...” loudly interjected Aoi in a rather thick Kansai dialect, as he merrily waltz into the recording-room, and shamelessly dropped next to Reita, his stance also completely not-ready-for-business.
“Wait until Kai comes in … he'll chew both your asses ...” Uruha coolly expressed, at which both Reita and Aoi kept silent and shrugged, seemingly careless of the matter. Until, a good minute later, the eldest turned towards the blond with a request.
“My guitar” expressed the eldest, smugly nudging his chin towards the black instrument sitting behind Reita's chair. The blond merely rolled away on his chair, widely smiling at the elder, while giving him his middle finger, until his chair abruptly stopped after having hit something; or rather someone.
By the way in which Uruha resumed playing while snickering, and the way in which Aoi reached for his guitar looking like he was oblivious to everything, the identity of the person he'd just hit became instantly clear without even having to turn around. He never really had to turn around, whenever the particular brunette was around. Somehow he had developed a very precise Kai-radar
“Su ... zu … ki ...” expressed the drummer in a pained hiss, as Reita gingerly and swiftly got off the wheeling-chair and made a bee-line for his bass.
“Okay, what can I help you with? Name it I'll do it” pushed out the blond, suddenly stopping the trained plucking, of his bass as he looked up at the younger brunette, whom was sitting at the other end of the room, with a ready-to-do-business attitude.
“Help me?” curiously replied the brunette, looking up at the blond with a weird glint of excitement in his eyes “Like … are you going to become my personal sexy secretary or something?” added the brunette, smirking in amusement at Reita's not-so-amused expression.
“I'm being serious leader ...” plainly resumed the blond staring back at the brunette, whom replied looking at him like he was crazy or something on those lines “... phone calls? Copies? Anything, ask and I'll do ...” Reita added.
“Why?” nonchalantly inquired the brunette, returning to the task on his desk, delightfully shaking his head, as the blond merely merely resumed his silent wondering, with which he newly convinced himself that there had to be something wrong. Yet, all he had to do was finally get the guts to ask him about it, even though he really didn't want to touch the subject “It's really not as much work as I thought it would be. Really though, it's all thanks to the extra help that I'm getting this time. It's all going smoothly I promise, I'll make this the decade concert every GazettE fan will remember eternally.” Kai assured, lifting up to genuinely smile at the blond, whom instead suddenly felt like smashing his bass to the ground.
“If you asked me ...” he then calmly resumed, impatiently exhaling, while carefully placing his bass against the wall of Kai's living room “We should be celebrating this whole decade thing next year” crudely stated the blond as he got to his feet, observing the brunette still bent over whatever he was writing.
“And why is that?” inquired the brunette, his gaze unwavering over his papers.
“It doesn't feel like ten years to me ...” plainly observed the blond “... not yet” he then lowly added, lightly tapping the legs of the chair he had sat on.
“Oh but I can assure you, if you go on Wikipedia, type "The GazettE" and look under "Years active" it says two-thousand-two ongoing, which, makes this year ten ...” simplistically smiled the brunette stopping his writing and looking up at the blond “... now I know you are not good in math, but come on” he then skeptically observed, with a playful expression.
“If you keep looking, under Biography, there is a two-thousand three in big and bold, and next to it, it says "New Drummer" ...” replied the blond in a slightly vehement tone “... now do the calculation again” almost ordered the blond, hating the warm increasing sensation across his cheeks and ears. Kai then leaned back into his chair, tenderly looking up at the standing blond in silence for a few second, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the blond promptly interrupted “Fuck it”suddenly expressed the blond shoving his hands into his pocket “forget about it, and don't you even dare bring it up, I already feel like a fucking chick for having been so emo about this” pointed out the blond, after which he strolled his mighty embarrassed self out of the room, into the kitchen, and straight to the fridge.
Leaning deep into the fridge searching for beers, Reita began to think that perhaps his stomp out the room was to be considered more emotional and girl-like than the whole outburst, and as he kept scrutinizing the fridge for obviously nonexistent bottles of fucking beer, he also blatantly ignored the presence that had finally made its entrance into the kitchen. However, Reita wasn't in the mood to face a surely smiling Kai, making his search of nonexistent beers bottles quite the task.
“We finished both six packs in the past two days remember? When you tried so badly to get me drunk ...” nonchalantly expressed the brunette, slowly taking more steps forward “... you downed all my hot chocolate” continued the brunette, and Reita didn't need to turn around to know that the brunette was most definitely smirking. So much for getting all overly-conscious and concerned for a good long-ass month about Kai's feelings.
Never again. He really should have just got the fuck over it, as kindly suggested by their vocalist.
“That's not funny at all, gimmie that ...” challengingly exclaimed Ruki, eagerly pulling the piece of paper away from Reita, as he began to draw what looked like anpan-man, next to the elder's very simplistic version of Vegeta.
“So? ...” Reita resignedly pushed, absently playing with the vocalist's sunglasses.
“So what? ...” distractedly inquired the shorter as he kept drawing, while calmly taking posses of his pair of sunglasses from the bassist hands, which he then placed on his side of the table. Reita didn't even have the strength to feel offended at the gesture.
“Kai? The decade? … all I've talked about? ...” exasperatedly pressed the blond, as Ruki kept on drawing. The image now showed anpan-man trapping Reita's Vegeta into some sort of net. The vocalist satisfyingly chuckling to himself all along.
“All you said was "You know, about Kai and the decade … what you think?" the fuck am I suppose to say?” nonchalantly expressed the vocalist, now drawing a skeleton-man.
“How about we do this next year? ...” gingerly suggested the bassist.
“Yup, and we could also tell our staff to kindly wait until next year for the revenue of the money which was spent so far ...” cynically pointed out the vocalist, quickly glimpsing at the blond “... This is a celebration of the GazettE Reita, get the fuck over it” he then concluded, taking a few pictures, which the bassist was sure he was going to twit “... we all know that Kai came to be part of the band only nine years ago, I was the one who freaking brought him in!” resumed the vocalist “... but does it really matter? As I said, this is a celebration of the band”.
“Don't” dryly warned the blond, keeping his stance towards the fridge, after having resolved on taking out a bottle of water.
“What? Don't come close? ...” cynically chuckled the brunette as he calmly kept walking “... Is your mighty super saiyan aura going to blast me into nine-thousand pieces?” teased the brunette, while stopping right behind the blond's back, whom seemed rather intent in chugging down said bottle of water “besides, you fucker, this is my house, don't you dare order me out of my own kitchen again” he then lowly spoke in pretense haughtiness, while placing his hands on Reita's back, slowly and soothingly moving them up and down, as the blond lightly chuckled.
“That was a good one ...” admitted the elder “... the dragon-ball one that is …” he added replacing the bottle of water in the fridge, still keeping his back at the brunette.
“Still not gonna look at me ...” lightly teased the brunette, after which he gently pecked the elder’s nape. Reita could have easily replied with a quick and flat "yup" since he wasn't. However his resistance was being successfully tampered with by the brunette's persistence. Kai's hands seemed to know just exactly where to go on his body, as it was right to be for two whom have been together for as long as they had “I love you ...” cooed the brunette, lightly laughing on the blond's neck.
“I'm not a chick you know, no need for gentle caresses … and I told you not to bring shit up ...” replied the blond shaking his head at the Kai and the whole situation.
Seriously. Never again.
“But you like it though don't you? ...” amusingly pressed the younger, lowering his hands from the elder's back, all the way to the front, stopping around his inner thighs, where he kept rubbing “when I touch you here … and here ...” mischievously kept whispering the brunette, as the blond kept trying to stick to his guns, even though a particular one was quite ready to shoot “you know what I like better though? ...” then rhetorically inquired the brunette, placing his chin on the blond's shoulder “... when you do all of that to me ...” he then hissed into the blond's ear”
“Is that so? ...” vaguely stated the blond, trying his best to sound not interested, or at most unknowing of said very well known fact.
“Yup” concluded the brunette, getting off the blond with a friendly pack on both shoulders “... so when you think you are horny enough, you know where to find me ...” he nonchalantly concluded making his unhurried exit of the kitchen, as the blond observed him leave with the tail of his eye, while still facing the fridge. So there he was now standing in front of a fridge feeling humiliated, vexed, and horny.
Could caring for the person you loved really be considered so stupid? Perhaps there really wasn’t an issue to begin with. But he was just being considerate, and that was going to be his final stance on the matter, thought the blond as he took his time to walk towards the brunette's bedroom.
“I was about to seriously worry ...” smiled the brunette, once Reita had appeared at the room's threshold. The blond resignedly sighed, as he proceeded to walk in, and sit on the edge of the bed in which side, the drummer was laying “... still going to keep your back at me? ...” curiously inquired the brunette, as he began to drum his fingers on the blond's back.
“I know I made much noise out of nothing ...” suddenly began the blond, in a very placate tone, surprising himself at his inability to just let go “... and what I'm about to say will sound even stupider, but since I seem to have a lot of shit bottled up bothering me I'll just go ahead and say it ...” politely warned the blond.
“I'm listening” genuinely replied the brunette.
“Sometimes I wished you'd been part of the GazettE from the very start” simply stated the blond.
“The first time you met me you hated me ...” gingerly observed the drummer.
“That's beside the point since I love you now” cheesed off the elder “and it is exactly because I love you ...” he reinforced, pausing soon after, as he tried to express perhaps the hardest thing he had to say in a long time “... that I don't want you to feel out of place, any less belonging or any less deserving … you are the fucking leader dammit! Just because you weren't here for a year doesn't change shit! Like any of us you are part of the GazettE and the first person that has anything to object about this I'll fucking crush them. There. Said” finally concluded the blond falling back over the brunette’s still laying body.
“Feel better now? ...” tenderly inquired the brunette, looking down at the blond's face now resting on his stomach, eyes closed and nodding “Good.”
“You don't think I'm stupid? ...” inquired the blond, finally turning his head to the side to face him.
“I think you love my well enough to sound stupid ...” amusingly expressed the brunette, as Reita almost got ready to dart of the bed, when Kai forcefully pushed him down back on his stomach “but, I'm glad you do. I also don't feel any less part, or left out, nor anything else” declared the drummer “perhaps, at the beginning, there was this ever-present atmosphere of a whole year I obviously wasn't part of, and trying to break into a bond that has already been established is never an easy task, but … with the passing of time, that year was simply just that, a year” sincerely explained the brunette “... this is a celebration of the band, a band I am immensely grateful to. And this is its tenth year and I want to celebrate it with all my might, because if you all hadn't formed it, ten years ago, so much just wouldn't be right now. We wouldn't be, and worrying about a mere year would be the last of your problems, who knows …” pointed out the brunette “... Reason why, I'm also grateful to Yune-san by the way” added the brunette as the blond skeptically laughed.
“You are so Japanese ...” Reita observed, as the brunette gave him a silent questioning look “... you are grateful to Yune-san … pssht … I bet you Ruki could give a fuck about Yune-san right now” expressed the blond, as the brunette merely shook his head trying not to laugh.
“How about you?” Kai then inquired as the blond get himself completely on the bed, and over the brunette “... how do you feel about Yune-san?” he whispered, as they began gently rub random part of their faces against each other.
“To be honest ...” lowly began to reply the blond, as his lips surfaced the drummer's cheeks, whom then placed both arms on the blond's back “... I feel nothing. I wasn't given the time to feel anything. We seemed to play well together, he seemed to be a nice person, but … it stopped there. So whatever.” lightly shrugged the blond, as their lips finally met exchanging a slow and somehow strangely awaited kiss.
“Good. Smart answer ...” replied the brunette as their lips unlocked, while he was being guided down by the elder.
“What? You can like Yune-san, and I can't? … double standards?” smirked the bassist, as he began to unbutton the drummer's shirt, while lowering to shower his neck with butterfly kisses.
“You said it yourself, I'm Japanese ...” sneakily replied the brunette “... explicitly, I will expect you to say what it is expected to say ...” explained the brunette, as he inserted his fingers among the blond's hair “... implicitly, I better not have heard anything which had nothing to do with what was expected to say.” concluded the brunette, as the blond finally unclothed him of his shirt, and getting on his heels quickly removed his own T-shirt.
“These Japanese people are surely complicated ...” huskily expressed the bassist, as he newly lowered to calculatedly take possession of the younger's mouth.
“Mh … mm ...” was all that came out Kai's agreeing hum, as Reita's tongue lapped against and around his, repeatedly, passionately, over and over again, as he placed himself between the drummer's legs, which he parted with his knees.
Giving the drummer's now almost livid lips a last peck, Reita lowered over the toned body grazing his lips over as much surface as he could cover, before stopping over the right nipple. Lightly grazing his teeth against the pink button, he then circled it with his tongue a coupe of time, and finally sucked over it, while squeezing the left nipple with his fingers. As expected, Kai's torso lightly lifted from the mattress, as he tighten his grip on the blond's locks, eyes closed, teeth tightly biting on his lips. A bit harder, and Reita was sure that the drummer could have punctured them, and the though of perhaps getting to lick the little drops of blood from said lips, weirdly aroused him to no extent.
“Don't … stop ...” lowly requested the brunette, as the blond got back on his heals to get rid of Kai's skinny black jeans, while smirking down at the drummer with a pretense condescending look “enjoying yourself up there ...” playfully inquired the brunette, pulling himself up on his elbows.
“Not yet ...” hissed the blond, as he threw the jeans to the side, and lowered to pull down Kai's tight fit gray boxers just a little, enough to expose the head and a bit of the shaft, against which he grazed the tip of his tongue, slowly around and up on top, as the brunette was back on the mattress, his breath audible, fastened, his fingers tightly gripping the sides of his bed-sheets as if his life depended on it.
Taking his time to then sensually and completely peel off the brunette's boxers, Akira circled his hand around the erection and began to leisurely pump it as more of it came to show. Once the underwear was completely off, he then used his tongue circle the reddened and hardened muscle, after which he sucked it in, applying more and more suction, until he could witness the brunette delightfully writhe.
“S-st … op … stop ...” attempted to order the brunette “... I'm gonna come” announced the brunette.
“That's the whole point of the game baby ...” cynically pointed out the bassist, as he was pushed down instead.
“I want to blow you too ...” announced the brunette, hurriedly trying to get rid of Reita's jeans.
“Hai hai, Kai-sama ...” playfully replied the blond, as his white slightly-lose fit boxers were finally also gone, the brunette bent between the elder's legs and took a lightly hold of his sack with his teeth, soothingly grazing them over it, and successively sucking it into his mouth, and out, repeatedly. Getting on his heels, the drummer then reached behind into his closet for a bottle of lube, which he abundantly poured over the blond's erection “that's shit's cold ...” loudly hissed the bassist.
“You're the one whose raging hot ...” laughed the drummer.
“I thought you were going to blow me ...” Reita skeptically inquired.
“I changed my mind” nonchalantly smiled the brunette, as he began to rub the lube over the entire surface of the blond's erection, starting slow and carefully, but gradually increasing the speed of his pumping “... any complaints?” inquired the brunette, as the blond rapidly shook his head in silent, while lightly bucking up his hips as well “... ready to get into me?” proposed the brunette, as the blond eagerly reversed their position, quickly kissing him.
“How do you want it? ...” Reita huskily inquired.
“Missionary ...” replied the drummer, as the blond readily parted the younger's legs, looking at him in amusement to the simple position chosen “... I want to see your face when I come” quickly added the brunette, as Reita grabbed the same bottle of lube, and poured it over the brunette's entrance, while lapping it around the muscle rings with his fingers, as he observed the contorting expression on the drummer's hissing face “... cold ain't it?” smugly stated the blond, as he sat down with his legs over the brunette's, while he began to penetrate said entrance with a single digit.
“Whatever, just hurry up ...” jokingly order the brunette, as he placed both his hands flat on the blond's chest “... can't wait for this ...” continued the brunette, as he grabbed Reita's manhood and began to toy with it, making the bassist impatiently groan, and quickly remove the two fingers which had leisurely been inside the brunette.
Freeing his erection from the brunette's hands, Reita then placed it at the prepared entrance, and slowly began to push in, Kai's moan filled the room during the entire insertion, as he tightly gripped the blond's solid ass, almost scratching it. Once fully in, the elder wrapped the yougner's legs around his waist, while Kai placed his arms around the blond's neck, as they resumed making out among groans, pants, and sweetly whispered imprecations.
Not too later, the blond began to slowly roll in his hips at which Kai stopped the kissing to lower his head and begin to pleasurably moan, as his grip around Reita's neck tightened. Gradually, while holding up Kai's legs, Reita increased the intensity and speed of his thrust, as he his lips hungrily searched for Kai's with which they fervently battled, both panting, and crazily groaning.
Speedily approaching their climax, Reita's thrust were now hard, fast and unsettled. Still holding on to the drummer's legs he then managed to barely open his eyes, as he felt the brunette's arms unwrap from his neck, and its hands hold his face, while he stared into Kai's half-lidded eyes. Then, as they somehow managed to somehow get lost into each other's half-opened gaze, Reita managed to see the brunette's lips mumble something akin to I'm coming before his vision went momentarily blank as they both did as much. Panting and spent still on each other, Kai's finger reached for Reita's damp hair and tenderly massaged it's scalp as they lazily kissed.
“I love you ...” genuinely declared the brunette, as they resumed staring into each other's eyes “... thank you for worrying about me, thank you for loving me … thank you” Kai gratefully expressed, as the blond replied by lightly grazing their noses against each other.
“So what was this? ...” inquired the blond whose head been laying on the brunette's chest “... make-up sex … love-making … Reita-is-stupid-let's-tranquillize-him-sex …?” playfully proposed the bassist.
“I don't know ...” expressed the brunette, as he got up, and out the bed, while raising an don't-look-at-me-like-that eye-brow at the pouting blond, whom seemed to be extremely comfortable above him “... but whatever it was, it was go~od” chanted the brunette “you are extrrremely good in bed Suzuki-sama ...” purred the drummer, as he walked around the bed, with the bassist, nodding his head at the incoming compliments “... but now, how about we go and take a shower together, and then you helped me as you offered?” propositioned the brunette.
“Don't recall ...” nonchalantly stated the blond jumping out of bed, and walking passed the brunette towards the bathroom.
“Hey you! Clever monkey! Come back here!” Kai called with a playful indignant voice.
“Who you calling a clever monkey?! Cockroach!” yelled Reita from the bathroom.
“Hyena ...” challenged the drummer once inside the bathroom.
“Leech ...” retorted Reita from the shower.
“Maggot ...” rebuked Kai, as he entered the shower, directing the water jet towards himself.
“Ogre ...” promptly replied Reita, moving back the water jet, looking victorious.
“Errrrrrr wro~ng Suzuki! ...” playfully admonished the drummer, re-directing the jet towards himself, as they began an unnecessary fight for water, which Kai successfully won after accidentally jabbing the drummer into the ribs “Sorry baby ....” vaguely apologized the brunette, as the blond kept bent massaging his ribs “... but you see, this wouldn't have happened if you knew your facts properly” stated the drummer in pretense haughtiness.
“What are you talking about … Ogre is totally one of our songs ...” Reita complained, at which Kai laughed a little, and after assuming a rather serious expression, he imitated the speech of a burikko girl and replied
“Uhm … I understand you have problems with numbers and all, but an Ogre is not an animal? … duh!”
-END-
AN:Heheheheh … just love this two. ReitaxKaixReita OTP forever!
But that being said, I'm momentarily done with my thirst for one-shots, so yeah this time the next thing posted will definitely SKHP ~! (Silent Knight, Hidden Princess for those whom may not know~). Anyway~~~ hope you enjoyed this. I really wish I could be there for their 10th birthday, it pains me so much to know that I will not but … I guess I'll go for the 20th? LOL.
Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-