Title: Starvation
Author:
unna_rainchaserRating: PG
Genre: In an odd way angst and romance.
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somewhat just another scene.
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"What's the big deal about it?" Uruha asked, following Ruki from his living room into the kitchen.
"I don't want to be with him, that's all." Ruki grumbled, rummaging through a cupboard to pull out a jar filled with coffee powder.
"And that's where you're wrong." Uruha made it sound like Ruki was insane to believe what he just said.
"He's not exactly my level, U-chan. I don't want him." Ruki opened the coffee machine's lid, set a filter into it and began to move his lips as he counted silently eight full spoons.
"Is that about him being stupid again? I already told you he isn't! He might be simple compared to you, but not stupid." Uruha huffed.
The vocalist closed the machine harshly, starting it and turned around, arms crossed. "How thick is your skull? I don't want him!"
"You do! You love him!" Throwing his arms in exasperation, the guitarist sighed painfully. Was he too much of a closet romanticist to understand Ruki's motives?
An angry frown settled on the smaller man's face. "Why, yes, but that doesn't change anything."
"But-" Uruha tried to find the right words. "But you love him." And failed. "Why wouldn't you want to be with Reita, he's a good guy."
"Look," Ruki tried, rubbing one hand across his forehead. "I always imagined myself finding a petite, cute girl, who would be quite a handful, and we'd have one or two little brats and a house and a hideously huge closet. Reita? He's the epitome of dudeness."
The blond pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking hard. "Still doesn't keep you from loving that dude. You should have seen yourself at the studio last night, the way you watched him napping on the couch even though you always claim to hate sleeping faces."
"Well, his is funny." Ruki snorted annoyed.
"You mean adorable."
"If you think so." They both knew it was true, anyway.
The coffee machine behind Ruki kept rattling and the first drops of the dark brown liquid started to spread their unique scent.
There was brooding silence for a while.
In a quiet voice Uruha tried once more, his hands wringing. "Don't you like anything about him?" He felt bad for his best friend.
Ruki rolled his eyes and turned his back towards the honey-blond, fixing his eyes on the slowly filling pot. "He's good in bed." He mumbled to himself.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Uruha exclaimed.
"Oh, come on!" He faced his band mate. "It just happened. It's not like you didn't have your way with him yourself."
Uruha's nose scrunched. "I was drunk!"
A mocking giggle. "Tell me about the last time you got laid being sober."
"He grunts during sex, it's irritating." He never wanted to be reminded of that fact, now he felt like he caught some cooties.
"It's sexy." Cocking one brow, Ruki smiled. He liked his lovers to be vocal.
"Then why don't you try being with him? Come on." Uruha pouted, pushing his make-up-less, pink bottom lip out.
"He'll get over me." Ruki sighed.
"No, he won't, even after seven years he's still head over heels for you." He moved a hand through his long mullet. "And it hurts to watch how you keep him at arm's length while we all know you love him just as much."
A painful expression took hold of the smaller man, but as he opened his mouth to talk his way out of it for the n-th time, the doorbell rung.
Ruki shook his head and pushed himself off the counter he leaned against and headed to the entrance of his apartment. Uruha followed him to the door frame to the living room and leaned against it; he could see the door from there anyway.
Ruki peeked through the spyhole before he muttered something under his breath and unlocked and opened the door.
"Hi, Ruki, can I come in?" Reita, of all people.
"Sure." Ruki stepped back, making room for his friend to enter.
Reita toed off his boots and hung up his leather jacket. Picking up his backpack again he started to ramble. "I actually brought something for you. Remember that movie you were talking about? The one you always missed or didn't have the chance to watch? Well, I saw the DVD today, while I was shopping, and I thought I could buy it for you and, you know." He gulped, not quite knowing how to interpret the way Ruki was looking at him. "We could watch it together, if you want to."
"You're unbelievable." Ruki breathed. Emotions were wreaking havoc and he tried to get a grip of himself like he always did. Not to reach out and kiss that blushing button nose right in front of him. Why was he so infatuated? He shouldn't love him. Not so strongly. Not this aching.
The anxiety in Ruki's eyes made Reita kick himself mentally. Maybe this was a little too much. "I'm sorry, I guess I should leave. I'll just leave the DVD." Reita stammered, unzipping his bag.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around the girth of the bassist's body, knocking the backpack down, holding onto him tightly.
"Don't you dare leaving." Ruki's voice quivered.
The lithe man pressed against him was shaking, finger dug into his back, clinging to him, a face buried on his chest. That very moment, Ruki had lost, lost to himself, to his own heart.
Tentatively, Reita placed his hands on tense shoulders. The arms wound even tighter around him, being scared of getting pushed away. His hands moved onto Ruki's back, not quite sure what to do next, how to sooth without riling Ruki up even more.
"What's wrong?" He whispered, stroking clenching muscles.
"I am." Reita felt wet spots on his shirt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't leave. Please."
Instinctively he kissed Ruki's head, drawing patterns on his shoulders, down his spine, breathing calmly hoping Ruki would adapt it. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise." As he nuzzled the brunette's hair he spotted Uruha. The guitarist simply smiled and slipped back into the kitchen, granting them a little more privacy. There were seven years caught in a painfully short moment.
"Don't leave." The thought of being away from him mere centimeters hurt like hot iron tearing at his soul.
"Ssh, I'm here, it's okay." He might look calm, but on the inside he was crumbling.
Lifting his head from Reita's chest, Ruki blinked through watery eyes. Craning his neck he placed his trembling lips on the bassist's.
Neither of them knew what to do next, yet the first step was taken, abandoning the map.
Though, Ruki now was on the right track.
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