Tohma closed his eyes and scribbled notation in between the tapping of his fingers along the keyboard. It was a daring move, but he felt it in his veins building up until the blonde couldn't contain the feeling anymore. After hours of pent up anger, he was able to unleash his emotions. His fury. His unrequited love.
Studying his notes, he clicked his keyboard off and walked across the studio to his guitar. He eased the light blue Fender around him and closed his eyes as he played with the chords, studying the harsher side, the one that still gave Nittle Grasper the edge on any competition--Ryuichi's voice was just the icing on the cake. Without Noriko or himself, Tohma knew that Ryuichi was just a pretty voice, that had proven so in Ryuichi's solo tour.
Tohma sighed as he fumbled with a chord. "Damn it," he swore.
"If you play in the dark, you won't be able to see."
Tohma jerked his head up and looked to the door to their soundproof studio. It was ajar with Ryuichi's hand holding Kumagoro toward the light switch. Tohma sighed and smiled slightly, wondering if Ryuichi was aware that the soundproof walls were glass and he wasn't able to hide.
"Come in, Ryu-chan." Ryuichi lumbered in the room, knowing on Kumagoro's ear as he got deep in thought.
"Tohma play guitar?"
"Just experimenting for the 'Sleepless Beauty' remix," Tohma replied as he began to pull the strap off. Ryuichi put a hand on Tohma's shoulder firmly.
"Keep playing. You might be onto something," Ryuichi said seriously as he sat on a stool opposite to Tohma. Tohma closed his eyes and began to strum his pick back and forth along the strings. Ryuichi slowly tapped his foot to the feet, swinging his head to the beat. The guitar was simple, just a few heavy chords that would have seemed like nothing without Tohma's mastermind. He studied the blonde who allowed his chin length hair to fall in his eyes--times like this where when Ryuichi remembered the carefree youth filled days of Nittle Grasper, when not as much resided on their shoulders.
"Shit," Tohma swore as he fumbled with a chord. Ryuichi smiled and shook his brown hair, barely tinted with green dye anymore.
"Kumagoro says it kicks ass." Tohma laughed and pulled off the guitar strap, placing the guitar carefully on the stand before pulling his hat lower on his face, hiding his eyes.
"Thank you, Ryu-chan." As Tohma began to pack his belongings in a small suitcase, he felt Ryuichi's breath on the back of his neck.
"Why are you always hiding? If you keep hiding behind the mask your face is going to disappear."
"Maybe I want to sometimes," Tohma said with a sigh. "It's hard. Touring is hard. Staying on top is hard. Being perfect..." Ryuichi put his hand under Tohma's chin and lifted it, forcing Tohma to make eye contact.
"Someone so pretty shouldn't be burdened by so many sins," Ryuichi whispered seriously. As the two breathed heavily into each others faces, chins pressed against each other, a smile started to creep across Tohma's face.
"Maybe we could do something different at the show," Tohma whispered. "Unleash the sins."
"We could be saved," Ryuichi responded, as he took another step into Tohma. Tohma took his left hand and brushed a few strands of Ryuichi's hair away from his blue eyes.
"It would be one of the biggest publicity stunts for Nittle Grasper.'
"And on Live, national TV?" Ryuichi half-closed his eyes so that his eyelashes brushed his upper cheek bone. "Tohma?"
"Yes?"
"It doesn't just have to be a publicity stunt." Ryuichi took a step back away from me and licked his lips while he brushed his fingers against the fishnet shirt he was wearing. Tohma opened his mouth to speak but his vocal chords were frozen. He reached his hand up and pulled his hat off of his head, throwing it carelessly towards his keyboard before Ryuichi launched himself into Tohma's arms, pushing Tohma against the sound-proofed glass as they kissed. Tohma reverently seized the lips as he pushed Ryuichi around so that Ryuichi's back was to the wall before he ran his tongue from his jaw to his collar bone, grazing his teeth against the skin. Ryuichi moaned as he began to unbutton Tohma's shirt, wrapping one of his legs behind Tohma's back. As Tohma loosened his grasp to allow his shirt to drop to the floor, Ryuichi pulled his shirt above his head and dropped it on the floor quickly, taking advantage of the situation to yank Tohma and force him on the wall again.
"Ryu-chan," Tohma whispered as Ryuichi bit his ear lightly then kissed down Tohma's chest, sinking to his knees as he began to undo the belt on Tohma's dress pants. With a grunt, Tohma wriggled his hips out of his pants and boxers.
"Anxious?" Ryuichi teased.
"Please don't stop," Tohma gasped as Ryuichi swallowed him. "Ryu- chan..." Tohma moaned, feeling himself build up toward climax. Before he reached, Ryuichi slid back up Tohma and bit his ear again. Tohma grabbed Ryuichi and shoved him to the floor, yanking at the tight leather pants the singer wore until Ryuichi lay on the ground nude. Tohma stared at his band mate, his friend, before Ryuichi reached a hand out toward the pile of his clothes and pulled a condom and small tube of lube out of the pocket. Tohma closed his eyes as he slipped it on then watched Ryuichi hesitantly until he invitingly slipped his legs up on each side of Tohma's shoulder. Tohma looked up at the ceiling briefly before he slipped into ecstasy.
Meanwhile...
"RYU-CHAN!" Noriko banged furiously at the glass as her two band mates were engaged on the floor.
"No good," K muttered, shaking his head.
"AHHHH!" Sakano yelled, chibi-spinning back and forth across the studio. "This is outrageous! This is scandalous! I don't deserve to be Seguchi-san's manager! I'm going to be fired! AHHHHH!"
"You worry too much," K replied shortly, shaking his head annoyed. "Surely this can't be too much of a shock... Ryuichi knows Tohma better than anyone."
"I know," Noriko agreed. "Everything is Tohma this, and Tohma that. I just wish that they'd... you know... found any other place to go at it than the studio."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Shut up, Sakano!" Noriko yelled.
"And to think, they're still oblivious," K put a hand to his face thoughtfully. "You know, we may be able to use this to our advantage."
"The media would slaughter us... great idea, K. Putting Nittle Grasper to an early tomb," Noriko growled, once again banging on the glass.
Tohma closed his eyes and groaned as Ryuichi thrust his head back, letting the same cry echo. Tohma collapsed and lay on Ryuichi's chest, breathing heavily as he listened to the racing beat of Ryuichi's heart.
"Ryu, I..." Tohma paused and closed his eyes, trailing his fingers across Ryuichi's sweat covered body.
"I know, Tohma. I know," Ryuichi responded, rolling Tohma onto his back and laying on Tohma's chest. "I love you too." Tohma smiled at Ryuichi and leaned up to kiss him when he noticed Ryuichi's body stock still.
"Ryu, what's wrong? Missing Kumagoro already?" Tohma tried to tease. Ryuichi's breath turned deathly slow. Without looking at Tohma he swallowed.
"I don't think now's the time to play games."
"Ryuichi, what's wrong?" Tohma propped himself up on one arm and looked where Ryuichi was staring... straight into the eyes of Noriko, K, and Sakano on the other side of the studio. "Shit..." Tohma whispered. Immediately, the eyes of the three onlookers shifted to the right. Nervously, Tohma and Ryuichi turned their heads to the door which was swinging open.
"M...Mister President," Ryuichi squeaked as the tall man walked in through the door.
To be Continued...
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