Brought to you by massive Ojo and Ania boredom...
Dima sighed for what felt like the millionth time. With Sukiyama at work, the days were long and boring. He'd cleaned the apartment yesterday and was tired of TV, so without much to do, he was thrown into a total fit of boredom. A trickle of an idea came to him, and he grabbed the phone, then dialed Kumo's number and waited. He casually wondered, as the phone rang, exactly how he'd managed (and when) to get his number, but strugged it off. He wasn't likely to remember.
Kumo sighed loudly, then jumped a bit at the shrill of his phone. He picked it up lazily, "Akakumo Amimono speaking."
"Hiiiiii, what's up? I'm bored," the Russian said into the phone. "Entertain me and I'll give you a prize."
One could hear the smirk on Kumo's lips, "What kind of prize, Dima-kun?"
"Anything your little creative brain can think of," Dima laughed. "Hell, I don't care. It could be going streaking through red lights, as long as it's amusing."
"Well, there is this one thing going on tonight, and I was gonna go with Kazuma, but he decided that he needed to visit his parents." Kumo sighed, as though disappointed at his boyfriend from not selling his soul to him.
"Oh, a date?" Dima mock purred. "Count me in!"
"It's a club, and we'd get to dress up." He grinned.
"Oh, I'm definitely in on that one. How about I come over and we can dress up together? I don't know what it is you people here consider 'dress up'."
Kumo let out a hearty laugh, "It's a drag bar, darling. Still up to it?"
"Hm, sure, why not. Sounds like it could be interesting, to say the very least. When are you planning on leaving?" Dima asked, getting up to put Aiko, whom he'd been letting roam around the living room, away.
"Well, it opens in about 2 hours, so we should start getting ready like...now?" Kumo stood up, walking out of the bed room, towards the living room.
"There you go, sweetheart," Dima said as he put her back in her cage. "Okay. I'll get ready, then you can fix me if you see fit when I'm done," he answered, talking to Kumo this time.
"Got'cha, I guess I'll get dressed too."
"I'll see you in a few, then," Dima said.
"Yep, see ya." Kumo grinned and hung up, throwing his phone on the couch.
Dima hung up as well, then turned to Aiko's cage. "Well, do I have any woman clothes? I think I do... Yes, actually, I do! Some that I managed to steal from Stasya before I left... I hope they still fit. Not that you can help me with that, sweetheart, but whatever." He dug around in the closet until he found what he was looking for, then changed into the clothes, grateful that they did, for the most part, still fit. "Ha, Stas would die if she saw me now," he said to no one in particular.
Kumo smirked at he looked in the mirror at himself. He was wearing a low cut black tight shirt, and he'd stuffed so he had quite the ample bosom, a tiny latex mini-skirt with slits on the sides, nude stockings, high heels, and a long black wig. "Shit, if I was straight....I'd fuck me right now...."
"What the hell should I do to my hair...?" Dima mused for a moment, before deciding to just brush it forward so it framed his face. "There, that should do, I would think." He went to the bathroom and viewed himself in the mirror. He supposed he looked okay. The bright red corset he wore made him look thinner than he was, but it also showed off his nice, flat chest. He wore a tight red mini skirt and knee high leather boots. He took another glance at the mirror, then pranced into the living room. He wrote a quick, sloppy note for Sukiyama, then pranced outside, and knocked on Kumo's door.
"Coming!" Kumo bounced over to the door, and flung it open, smiling brightly at Dima.
"Hello beautiful!" He chirped brightly, then whistled. "Looking good. If you didn't have Kazuma, I'd consider propositioning you for the night."
"When the cat's away, the mice did play." Kumo grinned sensually, then laughed softly, "You look great, Dima-chan~"
"Thank you, darling! So, what exactly did you have in mind for the night? I wouldn't mind being a little naughty, as long as it didn't get back to dear ol' Sukiyama. He doesn't like my, ah, playing, if you will," Dima explained.
"Haha, we can play all we want. Though, same goes for Kazuma. He doesn't enjoy it when I play around." Kumo grinned softly, then bounced into the apartment and grabbed his keys and his wallet. "You're gonna LOVE this club. It's a gay bar, and tonight is drag night."
"Really? That's great. I can't wait. I'll make sure not to wander off and leave you alone," Dima laughed.
"Haha, lets see if you can keep up with me." Kumo walked out and closed the door, locking it. "Let's take my car, ne?"
"Beats walking," Dima laughed. "I certainly don't have a vehicle."
"True enough." Kumo walked up to his Toyota, and unlocked it. Swinging the door open, he flopped into the seat.
Dima sat beside him, in the passenger seat and smiled over at him. "Ready to make complete, albeit absolutely awesome, fools of ourselves?"
"Fuck YES!" Kumo grinned widely and started the car, blaring techno music through the poor vehicle's speaks.
Dima laughed loudly and moved to the beat of the music, getting excited by their destination and by thoughts of where this night could lead.
Kumo sped through the streets, stopping abruptly infront of a booming night club. "Well, here we are." He grinned.
Dima grinned back and jumped out the car. He looked at the club and his grin grew. 'Wonder if I'll meet anyone new. That'd be nice. It's been soo nice since I've done anything,' he thought.
"Oh, believe me, me too." Kumo got out, stretching his legs, and getting a few whistles.
Dima's grin widened and he took Kumo's hand. "Let us proceed, my friend. I need not become even more excited."
Kumo smiled brightly, and kissed the other's hand. "Let us go, mon ami!" he dragged Dima right past the security gaurd, flashing him a sexy smirk.
Dima laughed, stumbling along behing him for a moment. His grin couldn't grow any larger than it did when the door opened and they entered the loud club. This was where he felt most comfortable. A huge room with pumping music, people having a good time, alcohol, and possible drugs.
Kumo sighed contently, looking around. Turning to Dima he winked and let go of the other's hand, "Unless you wanna go dance with me?" He smirked softly.
"I don't see a problem with that, do you?" He grinned, sliding closer to Kumo.
Kumo grinned back, swaying his hips, grinding gently against Dima, wrapping his arms around the other's neck.
If only Sukiyama was this playful. He'd have no problem initiating something with him then, Dima's mind mused. "You know, if you were a chick, I'd have to say that's one of the best racks I've seen," Dima laughed, poking one of Kumo's "boobs".
Kumo grinned, as his 'breasts' bounced a bit. "I had my make-up artist teach me a few things."
"Hey, whatever works," Dima laughed back. His expression turned serious. "I wonder what Sukiyama would do if I brought him here?"
Kumo tried to. He really did try not to burst out laughing, 'cept it didn't work, and he ended up cracking up at the thought of his uptight, upstrung neighbor coming into a gay bar. "Oh god...Oh god, I think I'm gonna pee myself."
"Aw, it's not.. okay, well, yeah, it'd be bad. But, it'd be nice for him to be able to come here. It'd give me a chance to have some fun with him, at least," Dima said with a sigh.
"Dude, Dima, he won't do it. The minute he'd step into his club, he'd freak out and turn around and go home. Or even worse, he'd suck it in and just be a bump on a log the entire time."
"Yeah, well, who'd have thought he'd shack up with a thieving gay prostitute either? I mean, he may not be laid back about it, but it may, at some point, happen," Dima pointed out.
"That is true, but it won't be for a very long time." Kumo ground into the other a bit harder, keeping in rhythm to the music.
Dima made a small noise, then grinned and ground back into him, managing to stay in rhythm as well. The thought of Sukiyama taking Kumo's place, grinding against him, flashed through his mind and he turned a light crimson.
"Are you thinking about him?" Kumo grinned softly, grinding back.
"I..." Dima started, planning on denying it, then just stopped. He nodded lightly and tried to force the blush off of his cheeks.
"You can keep imagining, if you want." He grinned, nipping at the other's ear gently.
Dima "eeped" and brightened. On the one hand, he wanted to keep imagining that Sukiyama was doing these things to him. But on the other, something about it felt wrong. He ground forcefully against Kumo as he nipped him, mostly out of habit.
Kumo moaned softly, gently throwing his head back.
"S-sorry," Dima apologized. "Perhaps imagining him would be a bad idea."
"No problem..." He grinned slowly at Dima.
Dima grinned back and continued dancing with Kumo. He nuzzled against the other boy's neck and ran a hand through his wig.
Kumo purred softly, swaying against the other, watching him with sultry eyes.
Yes, it's just kinna thrown in there... Will there be more? D: Who knows!