Suffering 4

Ruki insisted that Reita take a pain pill before going to sleep. He refused to listen to the blonde tossing and turning all night because his arm hurt. Then to the bassists amazement Ruki climbed into the bed with him to sleep. "What the hell, Ruki?"
"I'm so tired that I won't hear you from the other room. This way if you need me for anything I'll be right here. Just stay on your own side of the bed, got it?"
"I swear, Ruki, if you keep me up snoring I'll smother you," Reita complained. He muttered under his breath something that sounded like mental chibi. How was he supposed to sleep with the vocalist only inches away? 'If you need me for anything' had all sorts of scenes playing out in his mind. If the vocalist had any idea what those words had evoked he would have run as fast and as far away as he could. Reita punched his pillow are swore as he realised he was hard again.
Reita knew he was dreaming and he knew it was the medication making it so realistic. He didn't care any longer though. In his drug induced delusion he was finally getting the one thing he had denied himself for so long. Ruki.
Ruki was stretched out on top of him and they were kissing. Gently with lips only to begin with. He ran his hands through the darker hair of the man in his arms and lightly bit his lower lip. His mouth opened in a gasp and bassist took the chance to deepen the kiss. Tongues danced together as they learned the taste and feel of each other. He ran his hands up and down the smaller mans back earning a groan of pleasure. The groan changed to an outright moan when he glided his nails up the others spine and back down to his ass. He kneaded at the firm cheecks and ground his hips into the vocalist. Their hard cocks rubbed together and electricty shot through the bassist at the contact. He slid a hand between their bodies gently began stroking the shaft that he had dreamed of so many times before. The younger man was giving a whole new meaning to vocalist as he began to rock into the hand pleasuring him. As they continued kissing passionately the tempo of the strokes gradually increased. Moments later the bassist felt the other tense and with a throaty moan he released between their bodies.
Reita shifted positions quickly and began exploring the entrance of the shivering man atop him. Slowly he slid one finger inside slowly explored the tight warmth. He added another finger and continued his slow stretching in preparation of filling the other completely. He grabbed a handful of the shorter mans hair and deepened the kiss as he slid himself fully into the other. He began thrusting slowly upwards, groaning deeply as he felt the warmth and tightness clamping down on his aching cock. The feeling was incredible and was only heightened when he felt Ruki pulling on his hair. He increased the speed of his thrusts and was rewarded when his lover began playing with his nipples. He finally broke the kiss and buried the others face against his neck knowing he was close. When he felt the harsh bite on his collar bone he was sent over the edge. He pulled the other up for a devastating kiss as he shuddered through his climax. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that his tiny vocalist reached his second climax. He covered the others face and throat in kisses and feather light nips as he came down from his euphoric high. Reita withdrew himself from the heaven of his partners body regretfully. He held the trembling form close to him as he slid further into sleep. He smiled as he drifted away not even knowing that he was whispering to the other. The last thing to cross his lips was 'Aishiteru.'
Ruki waited until he was sure that moving wouldn't wake the bassist up. He sat up gingerly and ran a trembling hand through his hair. He was close to tears and most likely in a vague state of shock. He left the bed and stumbled into the living room in search of his cigarettes. If ever he needed something to calm himself it was now.
He lit one and inhaled deeply, savoring the taste. He leaned against a wall since sitting was out of the question. He let his mind go blank as he smoked, letting the nicotine invade his system. He crushed the finished stick out and lit a second. His mind refused to let him block out what had just happened any longer.
It had started out with a pretty intense dream about sex with some unknown woman. The dream had been great until she had started playing with his ass. He had been glad when it had ended until he woke up to find himself being fucked by the bassist. It didn't take him long to realise that the other was still sleeping, somehow. He had tried to pull away but he was being held to tightly. Calling Reita's name hadn't woken him, neither had pulling on his hair, pinching him or even biting him. In fact it had only caused him to lose control and increase his pace. Tears were running down his face as he crushed out the unfinished cigarette. The worst part had been when he realised that his body was responding to the invasion. He had cum as the blonde had climaxed inside him. One of his best friends had violated him and he had actually enjoyed it. What the hell was wrong with him?
He pulled himself together long enough to find his clothes from the day before. They were clean even if they were ruined and he wasn't ready to go back in the bedroom yet. He took a scolding hot shower and scrubbed until he was pink. Somehow he still didn't feel clean and gave up when the hot water ran out. He went to the kitchen occupied his mind by making a grocery list. He wrote a note for Kai telling him not to leave the bassist alone while he went to store. He debated on telling him the truth about Reita's 'accident' but in the end couldn't. As upset as he was he knew that the other man hadn't even known what he was doing. He had been alseep through the entire event. The others would have to do this without his help for the last week. He didn't know if he would ever be able to look the blonde in the eye again.
Reita woke up a few hours later with a smile still on his face. He was actually in a good mood for once. Until he removed the sheet and saw the mess from his belly to thighs. What the hell happened last night? His dream came back to him in a rush and he quickly realised it hadn't been a dream at all. He looked around for the vocalist but there was no sign of him. However there was a washcloth and a bowl of water on the nightstand next to the bed. Greatfull for that he quickly washed himself up and slid on the clothes that had been left in the wheelchair next to the bed. Once he was dressed he tried to manuver himself out of bed but it was no use. His left arm wouldn't hold his weight.
"Ruki," the bassist called out tentatively.
"He went home about an hour," Kai said as he entered the room. "Did you need something?"
"Uh, yeah. I can't quiet make it into the chair," he said showing his bandaged arm as he replied.
"What happened?" the drummer asked as he came to the rescue. "I was trying to get some dishes off the counter last night. One of the plates slipped and broke. I cut myself trying to clean it up," he lied once more.
"I'll give you a few minutes in the bathroom and then we'll change the bandages. I want to make sure there isn't any sign of infection."
"Yeah, sure. Uh, did Ruki say anything when he left?"
"He said he wasn't feeling well. I told him I'd stop by later today and check on him."
"Oh. I hope it's nothing too serious," Reita said. His stomach churned with acid as he thought about what was really wrong with their friend. He tried calling the vocalist several times over the next few days. He needed to apologize for what he had done to the younger man. There was never an answer, not that he really expected one. At the beginning he had left messages saying how sorry he was. He had even begged the other to at least talk to him once. He had heard from the others that Ruki was claiming to be ill and refusing to even answer his door. Kai had left a care package at his door hoping to at least make sure the youngest member of their band had good food to eat. The guilt was eating away at the last threads of his sanity. He had destroyed the once vibrant person by his careless actions. There was no taking back what he had done.