Title: Taion (Body Tempature)
Band(s): the GazettE
Main Characters: Ruki, Reita, Uruha, Aoi
Pairings: RukixReita, RukixUruha, RukixAoi, RukixKai, AoixUruha
A/N: This idea came to me after listening to Taion aka Body Temperature. It's similar to the song except without Junko Furuta writhing in pain may she rest in peace. The original crime couple was Ruki and Kai, but I had decided to change it so now it's Ruki and Reita. I think the personality suits Reita much much more. Kai is just too sweet. Sooooooo....okay. Please enjoy...I hope.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the GazettE boys.
"Ruki," Reita groans, half in warning, half in pleasure, as the other man kisses him in the dark alley, the small amount of light from the street filtering through casting shadows on the brick walls. Reita grasps the other man's jacket in his fingers, pushing him against the wall roughly, and kissing him back harshly, their tongues tangling in a fight for dominance. There's a slight haze of rain, almost a fine mist, but that doesn't matter to either of them right now.
"Fuck, Ruki, stop," Reita mutters, pushing the other man back, making him smirk. He gives Reita an almost wide eyed look, as if to ask what's wrong, what he did to make Reita so mad. And it's not what he's doing that's making Reita so mad, it's when he's doing it. They have things to do, if they want to have fun later tonight
"It could just be us tonight," Ruki murmurs, his mouth brushing over Reita's cheeks, making the man shiver slightly, before he grips Ruki's chin and stops his movements. "For once." Ruki says it bitterly, with a small frown, but the action only makes Kai grin.
"I promise it will be fun," Reita whispers, leaning in to give the other man a quick kiss, his tongue slipping past those full lips for only a moment. Rukii almost whines as he pulls away, clutching at his jacket tightly with needy hands. But Reita ignores him, knowing he just wants to take the fastest route, wants his gratification now. Reita knows that if they wait this out, it will be so much more rewarding though.
"Come on, I've got someone for you to meet," Reita says softly, heading for the door to the left of them, the one they had been about to enter previously. It's almost ten now, but it doesn't mean the don't have plenty of time. Reita's hoping they won't have to wait long for what they want, that this will all be over before the first rays of sunlight peek above the horizon.
"I'm guessing you have plans for this person," Ruki says, almost smugly, as he catches up to Reita, following him through the door. The music hits them immediately, loud and throbbing, and already, it's causing Reita's head to ache. He wouldn't have even come here again if a certain person hadn't caught his eye the first time, but he supposes it will all be worth it in the end. Ruki should be grateful soon too.
"Of course," Reita says, turning to give Ruki a small sly smile. The action makes Ruki excited, wondering just who this person is, that has the privilege of being involved in Reita's plans. It's not everyone that Reita deems good enough. He fidgets with his hands nervously, as Reita leads him through almost dirty hallways, people scattered around them, some passed out on the floor.
"And this person doesn't realize, do they?" Ruki asks excitedly, and when Reita nods once more, a smile still playing at the corners of his mouth, Ruki has to try and stop himself from becoming to excited. He fingers the gun at his hip, beneath his jacket, and just the feeling of the metal against his skin, knowing it will be put to use soon, makes him bite his lip in anticipation.
The man is the first thing Ruki sees when they emerge in the larger room, crowded and filled with all sorts of people, men and women alike. He's beautiful, in fact, possibly the most beautiful thing Ruki has ever seen, and he knows that it's the one Reita has his eyes on, because nothing but perfect is ever good enough for Reita. And Ruki has to say, this man is perfect. If he isn't, he doesn't know what is.
Ruki doesn't even look at the others around the room, the other dancers, that the crowd is focused on. Most of them are watching the man, men and women alike, and somehow, it makes Ruki feel jealous. They're not worthy. Reita pulls him down to a table in the corner, ordering drinks when the waitress walks past. Her shirt is almost falling off her shoulders, her hair messily falling out of its bun, but Ruki doesn't even glance at her.
"Uruha," Reita whispers once she's gone, looking back up to where Ruki's gaze is still focused. Ruki watches the man, almost forgetting to breathe, as he hooks a leg around the pole, his ass sliding against it as he pulls himself close. The garters look sexy on him, especially as he rubs a hand down his thigh, closing his eyes and opening his mouth slightly, a small look of ecstasy on his face.
"Uruha?" Ruki whispers back hoarsely, and somehow, the name seems appropriate for someone so perfect. It sounds beautiful, just like him. He watches, transfixed, just like the others in the room, as Uruha slides a long nail beneath the garter, snapping it back, and the sound seems to reach his ears, even through he loud music.
Then those nails are trailing up his bare chest, scratching the skin there slightly, as he presses himself against the pole, his eyes closed, mouth still open. Ruki wishes he could go up there and fuck him right then and there, as he grinds against the pole, but he knows he can't.
"He's perfect, beautiful," Reita whispers, his lips trailing over Ruki's ear lightly, wet and moist against the skin. Ruki nods absentmindedly, as Uruha's boots click against the stage, those high boots, that make him look even taller, more like some kind of deity. Ruki's breath catches in his throat as Uruha slides to the ground, his skirt lifting slightly, allowing them a view of what's beneath, as he sets his feet against the floor. No one dares touch him, even when he's so close. Perhaps because they also see him as some kind of deity, something that untouchable, unattainable.
Reita grips Ruki's chin, tearing his gaze away from Uruha, before he kisses him, hard and fast, pushing him against the chair in their dark corner. Ruki gives in, letting Reita's tongue search his mouth, his hands keeping his head in place as he takes what he wants. Ruki almost jumps as he feels hands on his legs, and he realizes that they can't possibly be Reita's, not when Reita's are on his cheeks.
He looks down to see long fingers snaking their way up his thighs, black nails shining in the dim light of the corner. And he sees that skirt, frilly and almost ridiculously short, the black garters disappearing beneath it. The color contrasts with the pale thighs of the man, of Uruha, and it makes him seem even less real, too perfect to be there and able to touch.
Reita continues to kiss him, taking his breath away, but Ruki can feel the smirk forming against his lips. Uruha leans over, rubbing against Ruki's knee, a seductive grin on his face, before he takes his hands from Ruki's skin, and turns, walking away. The small touch leaves Ruki desperate for more, desperate to feel all of that creamy skin exposed to him.
"You want that?" Reita asks, sounding almost amused, as Uruha takes his place on the stage once more, this time, slipping his skirt slowly down his hips. It makes Ruki shudder, and shift uncomfortably, especially when Uruha's eyes meet his briefly. Reita's hand presses against the front of his jeans, and he hears the other laugh softly at the hardness there.
"You do," Reita murmurs against his ear, trailing his lips down Ruki's neck. He presses down once more against Ruki's crotch, making him almost mewl, before he removes it, moving off to his seat once more. Ruki feels needy, wanting Reita to touch him again, but he knows they won't be able to do anything right now, not here. Besides, Reita has a plan, doesn't he? One that involves Uruha, and if Uruha is involved, Ruki could wait all day.
Uruha is putting on a show in front of them, sliding the skirt down his legs, until it's at his ankles. He kicks it away, before pressing up against the pole again, grinding his hips against it, his eyes hooded. The crowd is becoming louder by the moment, and Ruki wishes they'd all just disappear, so that he could have Uruha to himself.
Then the music is stopping, Uruha is picking up his clothes from the floor. He stands tall, his head held high, as he walks off of it, his boots clicking loudly, even over the sound of the music. He acts as though he's doing something completely respectable, something that's he's proud of, but Ruki can see the tiredness in those eyes, the sadness that goes with it.
Reita murmurs something Ruki can't even hear over the loud music in the club, but it doesn't really matter when he stands anyway, because Ruki knows what he wants to happen. Ruki follows anxiously, as Reita weaves in and out of the people in the crowd, the waitresses delivering drinks. Ruki is vaguely disappointed that he didn't get his own drink, but if Reita is promising what Ruki thinks he is, then he won't care soon.
They end up in an alley, Reita pushing the door open quietly, as if knowing Uruha will be out here. And he is, sitting against a wall, his long legs out in front of him, his cigarette held between his fingers.
Reita doesn't waste any time, digging into his pocket, and throwing a handful of money down to Uruha. They flutter on the air, before landing in Uruha's lap, making him finally look up.
"I'm not a prostitute," Uruha snorts, a sound that sounds strange coming from the graceful man before them. He's slouched over too, his hands holding his chin up, and he looks far from perfect now. He looks tired, from the night, or perhaps just from everything. But nonetheless, Ruki still thinks he's amazing. Even when he's not trying to be seductive, he manages it, with the way his legs are falling open slightly, his skirt crawling further up his thighs every time he moves.
He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out and watching it curl through the air, as if assuming they're simply going to go away. Ruki almost feels sorry for him, because after all, he knows what will come next. Years spent with Reita have taught him well.
"I beg to differ," Reita drawls, wrapping an arm around Uruha's waist tightly. The other man cringes at the touch, but doesn't move, trying to keep his face blank. Ruki can see the fear running beneath those pretty features though, the fear of what will happen to him, with no one around to see.
"Look, I just want to get home and have a shower, so if you don't mind?" Uruha asks, impatiently, holding his cigarette between two fingers. Ruki notices the way it's held tightly, almost becoming crushed beneath Uruha's grip, and smiles. Uruha's afraid, even though he's trying hard not to show it.
"Come with us, you'll have fun," Reita whispers, his lips trailing over Uruha's ear. It makes the other man shudder, before he tries to pull away, tries to get to his feet. Reita's grip is strong, and when Uruha finds he can't free himself, he finds another way. Ruki watches with wide eyes as Uruha presses the cigarette against Reita's arm, making him groan in pain.
Uruha takes the opportunity to pull himself from Reita's arms and stumble to his feet, heading for the door to the club. Rukii catches his shoulder on the way past, making him whirl around and try to yank it from his grip. Ruki smiles at the other man, pulling him closer, and gripping him tightly. Uruha struggles, the cigarette that was previously in his hand falling down to the ground below.
Ruki sees Reita pick it up, the small burn on his arm already red and sore looking. He ignores it though, gripping Uruha's other arm tightly, and effectively stopping his struggles. In an instant, Uruha's defiant attitude changes, perhaps as he realizes just how much trouble he's in.
"Fucking let me go or I swear I'll-" Uruha begins, his voice low, but it begins to shake, trailing off as Ruki grips his chin tightly, his lips trailing over his cheeks. He seems at a loss for words, and Ruki smiles against his skin, feeling the way it's trembling beneath his fingers. Everything about Uruha captivates him, and he can't wait to have what Reita has promised him, even without words. Just then, the door they had previously exited bursts open, a somewhat tall figure standing in the doorway, smiling. "Uruha~! I thought you'd be out here! Are we still on for Friday ni--Oh! Am I interrupting something?" the raven haired figure asks, taking a quick glance at both Reita and Ruki before returning his attention back to Uruha. Ruki is dumbstruck by this new figure.
"Aoi!" Ruki hisses in pain as Uruha elbows him, hard, and the wind is knocked from his lungs. Uruha is gone in moments, taking the opportunity to pull his arm from Reita's grip as well, before running to the man in the doorway. Reita swears under his breath, no doubt thinking exactly what Ruki is, that they've never seen someone so determined. They usually just cry, too scared to attempt anything. But then again, Uruha isn't like the others at all.
Ruki was dumbstruck by this new figure. Aoi was beautiful. His jet black hair fell around his face in a very appealing way, the long, lustrous locks brushing his cheeks when he smiled. His lip ring sat so teasingly in his bottom lip; lips so full and soft looking it was hard for Ruki to keep his hands to himself. He held them in tight fists as he stared at the man, unable to take his eyes off him. Ruki could feel Reita's glare at Aoi, knowing now that Uruha was going to escape. But right now, Ruki didn't care much. He wanted Aoi too. Or rather, he wanted to sleep with him.
"No, Aoi. You're not." Uruha says relieved that Aoi came by. Aoi blinks a few times before smiling. "Mmm...well. Do you still want to hang out Friday?" he asks ruffling Uruha's hair. "Um...let's talk about this inside." Uruha says motioning Aoi inside and then closing and turning the lock on the door. Reita and Ruki are left outside. Ruki flinches at the sound of two garbage cans being knocked over. He turns to Reita, obviously mad, cursing under his breath.
"Reita..." Ruki starts not sure if he should say anything. They had never had someone so determined as Uruha and Reita could tell Reita was pissed at the fact he got away. Needless to say Ruki was upset as well. "He got away, Reita." Ruki said laughing a little. Reita throws him a smile which surprises Ruki. "I had a feeling," Reita began, "That he would. He has that about him. But, don't worry baby. I have a back up." Reita says planting a small kiss a Ruki's lips. "Backup?" Ruki repeats questioningly and Reita smiles.
"I promise, it'll be fun," Reita whispers, and Ruki follows him, feeling anxious once again. Ruki could wait for Uruha and Aoi. He could wait to have those lithe bodies writhing beneath him, screaming out in pain.
A/N: And so that's it so far. I hope you're anxious to find out what will happen next. I think some people will be a little upset about the "backup" and I'm not to happy about it either. But it must be done. Hope you're as excited as I am.
A review would be very much appreciated. Sankyuu~! ^_^
