Notes: This chapter's up fast, huh? ^_^; And… *stares in disbelief at her reviews* Oh My God. O.O *glomps the life out of her reviewers* Thank you!!! Love love love you guys!!! *^v^* This (kinda)long chapter is for all of you. Yep. And don't kill me. ^^;; *sweats* I'm just following the storyline… Yeh, lame excuse, I know. -_-;
For those who asked how the hell they got into the bar, well, it's an illegal one. But with a crappy fic like this, I guess anything stupid could happen, like, if I make them jump off the cliff, they'd jump right off the cliff. Makes no sense, huh? *pulls her hair out in frustration* Arrgh! Let's just say I ate too much cheese just now, so my mind's not working right. X_X
A warning (!) This chapter will contain lime - not that there weren't any in the previous chapters… ^^; Just a little more detailed. The pairings? Gah, okay I'll tell... It's Tezuka/Fuji & a bit of Oishi/Kikumaru. Um, no Inui/Kaidou fluff or anything this time though, must build up the tension… ^^ Right… I'm done with my ramblings. *scuttles off*
Act 9: Sinking Into The Furnace Of Love (Awakening desire)
The watch clasped around Oishi's wrist ticked away mercilessly. It showed forty minutes past five in the evening.
How long had they been in the bar?, he wondered distantly. His mind felt like it was full of haze. He noted at the back of his mind that being in this bar had got something to do with it. And the blaring jazz music fused with classical flowing endlessly from the jukebox was making his head throb relentlessly like a massive heartbeat. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Kikumaru 'rampaging' around excitedly with a half-empty glass of sherry in hand.
He's obviously drunk, Oishi thought, shaking his head inwardly. Heaven save us all.
Fuji and Tezuka still seemed to be sane though. Maybe a tad clumsy, but that was all. Fuji was blinking unfocusedly at his own wineglass, which appeared to be hovering between his fingers. Beside him, Tezuka sat with a hand wrapped around his temples, elbow resting against the counter, his eyes closed as if in private peace.
Oishi realized he was the only one who hadn't touched even a single drink.
Which is a good thing, he reminded himself. One of us has to stay alert in case there is any damage of any kind. Oishi would have fallen asleep due to boredom if it weren't for a certain drunken redhead yelling incoherently at the corner of the bar.
Kikumaru approached the bartender, and held out his empty glass. "More . . ." He hiccupped. But before the bar man could take the glass, Oishi swiftly plucked it out of Kikumaru's grasp.
"Enough." said Oishi sternly.
"Noooo~" Kikumaru threw himself against his best friend(A/N: Heh…body contact ^^), trying in vain to grab the glass back. Oishi held it out of his reach.
"Oishi~ Give it to me~ Please~"
Oishi blinked incredulously. What did he just- He mentally shook his head to clear away the disturbing thought. "No, Eiji. You've drank enough for the day. Drink any more, and your head will hit the floor."
Kikumaru spared him a disappointed look, and began hitting Oishi's chest lightly with curled fists. "It's not fair, it's not fair, itsnotfairitsnotfair . . .!" He stopped, sobbing a little.
Oishi felt a pang of guilt, but it vanished soon after. Whatever that needs to be done, has to be done, he stated in his mind. Oishi turned to Tezuka, who still had his eyes shut.
"Tezuka, I'll send Eiji home now. You sure you can manage . . .?"
The captain's thin lips parted slightly, and all that came out was a low 'Aa.'
Oishi nodded comprehendingly.
"Hey, youngman."
Oishi whirled to see the bartender gesturing for money with his fingers.
"Oh." He fumbled his uniform pocket for some cash, and produced a few dollars. "Here."
"Thanks, bud. G'luck with yer lil' drunken friend." The man gave him a thumbs-up.
Oishi pulled on a weak smile. "Er… thank you." Does he even know what he's saying? Without further ado, he helped Kikumaru walk out of the bar.
" . . . Fuji." The word escaped Tezuka's mouth.
Fuji wearily pushed his glass away. "Hm…?"
Tezuka reached up and loosened his collar, which had become tight all of a sudden. "Shall we go?"
"Mn."
I guess I'm not as drunk as I thought, Tezuka mused, getting up from his stool. He glanced over to where the fairly large amount of wineglasses containing not even a drop of liquid lay, in front of Fuji.
"Never thought you're such a drinker." Tezuka motioned towards the glasses.
Fuji tried to smile normally. "Do I look okay to you?"
"You seem fine."
A relieved grin brightened the smaller man's features. "Thanks." His visions blurred, and he passed out.
"Fuji?!"
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"Jingle pellz, jingle pellz, jingle all the mwayyy~" Kikumaru slurred, chuckling as he did so. People who were walking nearby shot weird glances at them.
Oishi sighed. Celebrating in a bar definitely was a baaad idea... "Eiji," he whispered, "It's not Christmas season; get a grip on yourself!"
"Mmhkay . . ."
Right. No use speaking to him at this state…As they passed some shops, something caught Kikumaru's eyes. "Heaven On Earth," he read from a small signboard in front of a motel. "Look, Oishi~! It's Heaven On Earth! Let'z go in an' check it out!"
Oishi looked at the signboard in confusion. Heaven On Earth? He glanced up at the motel. There was a hot pink banner flashing continuously at the side of it. It took quite a moment for Oishi to figure out what it was, and he flushed bright crimson when it occurred to him that it was a love motel. Seeing his redheaded friend marching past the entrance, Oishi panicked. Without thinking, he lunged for him, grabbing his hand.
"E-Eiji, wherever we are, we're definitely going toward the wrong direction." The blush wouldn't wear off. Damn.
Kikumaru pouts. "But it's heaven! That means som'thin goood, rite??"
Oh God, how am I gonna pull this off? Oishi's mind raced. "It's, er, not uh… a place for us. Yeah." He was sweating profusely.
Disappointment clouded Kikumaru's eyes. "That's so unfair~!" he wailed. "Why can others go to Heaven On Earth and we can't?!"
Stay calm… Stay calm… "Because . . . Because it's not what you think." God, that was so lame! "Bad things happen… in there."
Kikumaru lurched forward towards the obscene motel, still being held back by Oishi. "BUT. I. WANNA. SEE. WHAT. IS. IN. THERE."
This is so not good. "I'll treat you ice-cream!"
Kikumaru's eyes lit up at that, and he abruptly turned around to face Oishi, causing the latter to fall back at the momentum. "Really??"
Oishi sweatdropped. It seems being drunk doesn't stop Eiji from sparkling at the sound of sweets… He pulled himself up, and brushed off the dust off his clothes. "Yes."
"Yaaaaay~!" Kikumaru threw his arms around the other man happily. "I love you, Oishi~!!!"
A small blush colored Oishi's cheeks, and he turned his gaze downward in an attempt to conceal it. "Um…so…" He gently pried Kikumaru's hands off himself, and hurried away from the motel without looking up. "Let's go."
The redhead grinned, a little foolishly, but to Oishi, it was . . . cute.
"You'll have one too, won't 'cha?"
Oishi blinked. "Have?"
"An ice-cream, silly."
"Oh. …Sure."
Well…at least I've taken his attention off that motel...
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"Fuji. Oi, Fuji. We've reached your house."
Tezuka heaved a sigh. Fuji wasn't moving, in fact, he wasn't moving at all. People would think Tezuka was carrying a dead person or something.
"Fuji!"
"Mmmh."
At least he got a response. "Do you have your house keys with you?"
" . . . . "
Tezuka felt inside Fuji's pocket.
Okay. It's there.
He fished the keys out, and unlocked the door. When they had got in, the captain took the trouble to carry Fuji up the stairs to his room, and lowered him down on the bed. He studied Fuji's perfectly sculpted face, which was flushed an intense shade of red, his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly.
By Lord, he's beautiful… Tezuka lifted his hand and brushed a strand of Fuji's translucent brown hair out of his face. Fuji's arm came up, and wrapped itself around Tezuka's neck, bringing their faces closer. Tezuka stiffened in shock as he felt Fuji's body pressed against his own.
"Stay…here… Tezuka… Don't… leave…"
Tezuka merely stilled under the other man's hold, struck by surprise. Their faces were painfully close; it was pure torture to the captain. Fuji's eyes were still shut, but he threw his head back, exposing his throat. For a moment, Tezuka simply stared at the breath-taking sight before him, then found his own lips slowly descending on the column of Fuji's throat. He fastened his lips onto the soft skin, and began to suck gently, eliciting soft moans from the smaller man. Tezuka knew he shouldn't be doing this, knew that Fuji wasn't fully conscious . . . but . . .
God, help me… I can't control myself… Fuji…
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Kaidou kicked absentmindedly at a stray rock lying on the road as he walked. What happened earlier between him and Inui had disturbed him for God knows how long. He hadn't been able to concentrate in class after lunch, and he hadn't eaten anything – his appetite was lost. Deep down inside, Kaidou hated himself for saying those horrid things to Inui, for blaming him. He knew that he did that just so Inui wouldn't approach him again.
Not ever.
It was for their own good. …Right?
"Hey! Fag!"
Kaidou blinked. Was he too hooked up in his own thoughts to even notice a guy standing in front of him?
Putting on an impassive expression, Kaidou looked up unwillingly. A young man around the age of sixteen came into his view. Kaidou recognized him as one of the infamous bullies in his school.
What does he want?, thought Kaidou abstractedly.
The bully placed a foot in the Viper's way to block him. "You know what I want. Spit it out, before I take action on you." The guy gave him a vicious smile. "Fag."
So he knows it too, Kaidou realized dully. Like he care anymore. "I don't have any."
"Oh, really?" The bully flexed his fists. "So you're sayin' you're ready to receive some torture from the ol' guy?"
Kaidou wasn't in the mood to fight. "Try if you dare," was his only response.
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Notes: Bleh. A cliffhanger? ^^; Um so, that was the first crappy lime. Yeesh. Anywhoo, my idiotic Monthly test is just lurking around the corner. _ Let's hope the next update won't be too delayed, hm?