Summary: Kiyotaka was pimp and Ayumu was his little whore. Drabble told from Kousuke's point of view. Oneshot.
Pairings: RioXAyumuXEyes. HizumiXAyumu. KousukeXRyoko.
Words: 319
Author's Note: So, I wrote this story called "Fate" a while ago, and like most things lying around my computer, it remains unfinished. The reality of the situation is that I am not quite sure how to finish (or continue) it. My original inspiration for the story seems to have disappeared. Anyways, this is a drabble was originally an out-take from that story. For those of you who read and are familiar with the story, it was supposed to happen after whatever climax happened in the warehouse and a resolution happened between all the players. However, somewhere along the way, I found that I could no longer connect Dot A with Dot B, and found that this drabble could very much stand on it's own. Whether you choose to read this as a continuation or possible conclusion to "Fate" or read this on it's own, I sincerely hope you enjoy it.
Well, enough of my ramblings and on with the story!
Sexual Frustrations
By: splintered
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Kiyotaka was a pimp, Kousuke determined as his observant green eyes watched the scene before him, and Ayumu was his little whore. From the way that the Blade Children (from little Rio to even Rutherford) fawned over him, grabbing and frolicking over him. Hell, even the Devil's little brother had the hots for the chocolate-haired boy.
No, Kousuke wasn't jealous. Kousuke knew what it was like to have Rio's hands all over him as she shook him rigorously for messing up yet again. And Rutherford, there was no doubt that the pianist's hands were long, slender and cold. Like fish, the redhead thought. Rutherford's hands all over him would jut be freaky. He shuddered just thinking about Rutherford's hands all over him. And besides, he had his own pair of hands all over him. No, not like that! Kousuke cringed at how wrong that sounded. He wasn't touching himself! He had Ryoko, his fierce, stubborn and athletic girlfriend. So, no, he wasn't jealous of Ayumu.
"Asazuki," Ryoko called from the kitchen.
"Coming," Kousuke sighed, slowly getting up from his warm and comfortable position on the couch as he walked past the threesome and tangle of limbs in the love seat. (Could three people even fit in that tiny loveseat? From where he stood, it looked like Rio and Rutherford all but engulfed Narumi Otouto).
"That's what she said!" Rio singsong-ed from under the couch as Kousuke was about to pull one of her pigtails as he walked past.
Dammit, he swore to himself, trying to get the dirty thought out of his head. "S-shut up, Pipsqueak!"
Kousuke heard a chorus of laughter—the high girly voice of Rio, the smooth rich voice of Rutherford and even the soft chuckle from Ayumu—from the loveseat.
Dammit, Kousuke swore again as he made his way into the kitchen. He wouldn't be able to get these dirty images out of his mind.
End Note: Thank you very much for reading! Regardless on whether you enjoyed it or not, I do appreciate any feedback. I would love it if you leave a review. :)