Summary: Kyo is gay. He knows it, his gay friends know it. But Kyo keeps his work and social lives separately. None of his work friends know of Kyo's lifestyle, and when the shockingly beautiful new staff member, Tohru Honda, comes along and begins to give signals to Kyo, how will he react when he feels totally platonic?...
On One Condition...
Chapter One
Clubbin'
The music pounded loudly around the dance floor. Smoke, sweat, muscle and voices filled the room, ringing as a gap parted in the middle of the dance floor. Kyo was once again dancing, with about three other men circling him, all closing in. Touching him slightly, trying to get as close as possible, hoping beyond hope they'd get what they wanted. And boy, did Kyo ever let them get it.
The music stopped suddenly, leaving the room only with the shouts of the clubbers' chatting to one another, before the next song kicked it, and the revellers on the dance floor continued their dancing. Pressing their bodies up to one another, forcing heads together in loveless passion. It was just another night at Mixed Spice, as the men pounced on one other like hungry dogs to fresh meat.
The dark room became illuminated with light once more, and the fresh track pounded through the room, the patrons screaming as various items passed over the crowd, including a very large inflated penis. It passed over Kyo's head, as he danced with what seemed like the fourteenth guy that night. The man's dark eyes glowered into Kyo's red ones, wanting Kyo, aching for him.
And Kyo knew it. He pulled the man closer, as the man, sweaty from the heat, crept closer to Kyo's bare chest, touching his muscular torso. And soon enough Kyo and the nameless man touched lips; a rough encounter as they both stood chest-to-chest, arms clamped around each other, each forcing their tongue into the other's mouth.
And they broke apart, as Kyo was pulled back by Masashi, his best friend. Masashi stopped by the bar, dragging Kyo with him. Watari, Riku and Yasu were also at the bar.
"You could stop making competition for us, y'know," said Masashi, taking a sip from his brightly coloured drink.
"W-What?" replied Kyo, panting, and wiping his forehead.
"You know!" said Yasu, leaning in and glaring "Being perfect and all means you get all the guys. It's harder for us!"
"Maybe you should try going out and dancing," replied Kyo, taking a sip from his coloured drink Masashi had bought him, "Who knows! Maybe you'll actually pull someone instead of just spending the night alone and bitching about it because you'd spent the entire night in the bar!" They were friends, but Kyo always felt as though Yasu liked him the least.
The music continued to pound around them.
Yasu still continued to look sour, although he was still good friends with Kyo, he felt like he was a lot less better-looking than Kyo. His mouse-brown hair was long and swept across his face, his face was almost baby-like, and his baby-blue eyes certainly helped this. He turned to Masashi, staring into his dark-brown eyes. Yasu had adored Masashi's ruggedness and almost worshipped the ground Masashi walked on, and everyone knew it. Everyone that was, except Masashi. Yasu had wanted Masashi for almost three years, and Kyo constantly picked on Yasu for it, which he took in good stride.
Watari was most definitely the shyest of the bunch. He was reserved and kept himself in the back-seat most of the times. He was sat at the end of the bar, furthest from them. His short blonde hair and hazel eyes did get looked at by guys, however, he would never act upon these, despite protest from his friends, who would tell him to enjoy himself.
Watari took a sip of his drink and stared over to the dance floor where, once again, Kyo was dancing with another nameless guy; just another fling.
The other's grunted in protest, clicking their tongues, rolling their eyes and shaking their heads; each taking a sip of their drink in turn.
"He's such a whore!" shouted Yasu, leaning in to the other guys. "He's giving us gays a bad name!"
"But that's what gay men are, though," replied Masashi, looking at Yasu. "Gay men have hardly any brains. I mean, c'mon! How else is it gonna fit in their cocks?!"
"Yeah, you're right!" replied Yasu, who smiled widely at Masashi.
"You can't generalise like that!" shouted Riku. "Look at Watari! He's quieter than a nail in a coffin!"
Watari looked over, he instantly flushed red and continued to sip on his drink. The others looked at him, making him only more red.
"Yes, but I'm talking about the majority of them!" Masashi retorted. "Look at them!" he added, waving his arm over to the crowd of revellers.
He was right. Anywhere each of them looked, most of the guys on the dance floor were either glued to each other's lips or groping at each other. Or both, it hardly varied.
Lights continued to flash and streak across the room, as the music continued to pound late into the night. Kyo was still on the dance floor dancing, the others staring at him in jealousy, wishing they could be that confident and forward with complete strangers. Wishing they had no cares like Kyo. Wishing for a "quickie" in the Back Room, which was usually where they found Kyo most of the night with about five guys enveloped around him.
But, they continued to click their tongues and sip their brightly coloured drinks...
(A/N: Hey guys! I can't believe how much of a liar I have been! After promising this first chapter over I think it's 3 months? Here it is! Chapter One of my first gay fic! I hope you enjoy it and keep with it, regardless of how long it may take between updates. It shouldn't be too long because I prefer not to leave a story going for a long time [this is ignoring Outcast, which hasn't been updated in two years {ACK!}]. Anyway, see you soon!)