Rage On

By Wowkitty

Chapter One (?)

He didn't want to be here.

The stagnant air was dry and hot, the club was crowded and the scent of stale beer and piss were making him nauseous.

Haruka's eyes scanned the bar. Nagisa was never hard to spot in a crowd no matter the time of day, but tonight was looking to be a little more difficult. 'The Split' was always packed full with pulsing bodies and raging hormones swaying to the beats oozing from the speakers hidden within the ceiling. It was everything you'd expect from an underground club filled with teens on the brink of adulthood.

Not like he was a regular customer.

Nagisa on the other hand...

"Haru-chan!"

...was a different story.

Nanase barely made a move to acknowledge the call pelted over the noise of a fight breaking out near the bathroom entrance, opting to throw a glance in the direction of the shout. Through the fog of gyrating limbs he could make out a bob of blond hair with arms draped around a - less than enthusiastic - bartender fumbling with his glasses. The discomfort Nagisa was causing the other with the invasion of personal space was palpable even from this distance but Haruka gave it no more thought than that. He didn't need to know the relationship between the two.

Nagisa caught his gaze with bright magenta and waved wildly at him. "Haru! Haru-chan! Over here Haru-chan!"

He could feel the eyes of the other patrons on him now. Probably trying to figure out who in the world would know such a little busy body. Said busy body quickly gave his bartender "friend?" (he really did not want to know) a kiss on the cheek and then moseyed his way through the growing crowd towards his classmate.

Better get a seat...

–

By the time Nagisa made it to the table he was dripping with sweat.

Was it all his own? Doubted it.

The blond pushed his bangs back with gusto and plopped next to Haruka grinning.

"Ne ne Haru-chan! Isn't this place seedy?" Nagisa gushed.

Cesspit of sexually transmitted diseases.

Haruka sighed. He really didn't want to be here.

He passed a glance across at the blond. Hazuki thrummed with untapped energy and rocked on the stool like a wound up doll. Grey denim jeans hugged his small frame and a plain black tee held his chest snug. Another look over of his body caught the bruising on his neck and the flush on his cheeks.

Drunk as a fucking duck.

"Nagisa you're-"

"Ahhh! Haru-chan they're on!"

The outcry seemed to start a tidal wave of screams as the crowd jostled and shoved to the stage at the front. Nagisa screamed at the top of his lungs, knocking down half empty plastic cups that littered the table as he climbed onto its surface. One of the cups spilled onto Nanase's favorite ocean blue shirt.

Damn

Haruka ignored the stain and reached up towards his intoxicated classmate. Dancing on a table drunk was not the best idea.

"Nagisa be careful you'll fall if you do that!"

Said drunk swatted the hand away and proceeded to strip.

"NAGISA! What are you DO-"

Days confusion ever free

come through my heart

Haruka's eyes shot open.

me wo somukeru isshun e

What a voice...

The lead guitarist opened with a blazing rift, the drums clashing in to accompany the sharp melody.

The crowd went wild.

hanshashiteku machi o igan de miseteta

katamuku feintoburū

Haruka struggled onto the top of the wobbling table, he needed to see. He needed to see onto that fucking stage and know who that voice belonged to. Nagisa swayed beside him on the wooden structure, alcohol flowed deep in his system and his hips rocked and swung, shirt flying around like a lasso in his grip. The club was coming undone. Any sense of decorum leaked out of the dimly lit dive with every dip in the lead's tone.

tōmawari no saki de mieta niji wa

jiyū e tsunagatta

The drums picked up on the change of pitch and the ground shook.

jinjō janai kachū

rettō ni sainamareta the way I want this

momentary shots of fake scenes

will it water down

Nanase finally caught sight of the body behind the sound. Tightly wound muscles wrapped themselves around a tall frame towering over a mic stand. Pectorals bulged under a thin white vest that looked like it was painted onto flesh. Black leather jeans trapped a full bulge and defined legs that went till kingdom come. He could feel the air in his chest leave in a rush. His body was warm. Too warm.

This guy was gorgeous.

"Haru-chaaaan! Lets get closer!"

It didn't even register when he was pulled off the table and onto the dance floor. The screaming girls, bumping bodies, none of it registered. He just couldn't take his eyes off of that powerhouse on stage.

"Nagisa who's the lead singer?" Haruka called over the blaring chorus.

"What?! I cant hear you!" the blond kept pushing through the crowd pulling him in every direction.

The air down here was even warmer. The stench of sweat took over his sense and brought on a sudden wave of nausea once again. The beat of the drum thrummed louder and louder in his chest until he was pushed up into the edge of the stage, eyes directly level with the crotch of...

of...

...the guy that made him unbearably hard.

Jet black hair swayed as he belted out the lyrics with such force that the veins on his neck throbbed with the strain. But his passion radiated off his frame like a slick heat. Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto shinny leather boots that strapped halfway up those toned limbs.

This guy was good.

He tried not to stare. He really did. But just like everyone else at the club, they were being hijacked by his voice, taken on a journey to a sensual abyss that opened his pours, made his skin raise and his body unbelievably turned on.

How would those lips form his name? How would he groan in pleasure. Fuck... how would he sound when he came...

Just as the thought materialized, his eyes caught those of Free!'s lead vocalist.

The moment felt like the longest second in fucking history but he barely missed a beat. His pulse pounded behind his ears at the intensity of that gaze. He bit back a groan. What the hell was with him tonight!? No one had ever made his body this hot with just a glance. The drums picked up for another verse but those green eyes held on for a little longer. Licking his chapped lips, he griped the mic and put that mouth to work.

The rest of the performance was a blur.

–

"Tempei? Tachi Tempei?"

Nagisa turned to him with a sloppy 180 spin almost falling into the street. "Mhmmm! Wasn't he ahhhh-mazing?"

Haruka tried to take any attention away from the bulge in his pants and simply cleared his throat, "Yeah. Weird name though."

He should be easy enough to find online with a name like that.

The two continued down the empty road.

"But he looks so much like Makoto ne?" Nagisa chimed, his grin was even wider than before. Still shirtless, the blond crept towards him along the white lines in the street, "What if he has a secret identity!"

Nagisa could clearly see the disbelief of that even being remotely possible etched on Haruka's face but he continued on in his drunken stupor. "He's two different people wrapped up into one! Quite Makoto-chan at school the sexy Makoto-sempai at night!" He ended the comment with a cat like snarl.

Tachibana held such a calm and approachable aura at school. How could that soft spoken, warm-well-nice guy be the beast that controlled the stage tonight?

That and the fact that Tempei's hair was as black as night.

And that gaze...

"Come on let's go." Haruka lead the blond as best as he could along the street.

Makoto as Tempei?

Ha.

End (?)

(I dont know if I should even continue this story. I really like the idea and if you guys are interested then im totally down! Let me know k? )