Summary: Tohru finally gets her way and drags Kyo to a nightclub. What happens when his knight in black leather comes to rescue him? Alcohol, good music, and a sex god. How could Kyo resist?
AN: So, here's a HaruxKyo fic that just won't leave me alone. This has been my procrastination from Mutual Heartache - which is still being written, don't worry – this is just much shorter and gets to the point a LOT quicker. Having said that, it became a bit long for a Oneshot, so I've divided it into some chapters.
This is heavily based on my own experiences, and this is what I think would happen if Kyo met Haru in (British) university. The clubs which feature are real (also my absolute favourite places) and I miss them so much during this lockdown, so it's become kind of therapeutic to write about them.
Anyway, if I succeed in writing what has been plaguing my thoughts, this will definitely be rated M. So, this is the customary warning. Shield your eyes, dear children.
Oh, this will be from Kyo's POV.
Popworld Saviour
Well, fuck me, this place sucks.
I take another gulp of my beer as I slump against the back wall of this dive of a club. Once again, I take in the scene, trying and failing to look like I'm enjoying myself. How anyone could be is beyond me. The room is too colourful: the neon glow-in-the-dark paint on the walls, the strobe lights, even the fucking dancefloor is lit up from below. I thought clubs were supposed to be dark and mysterious, to help the less fortunate get laid. I guess this place missed that memo.
If the décor wasn't enough to put me in a foul mood, the music certainly was. It's bouncy, bubbly, and happy. The kind of cheesy pop you would find in a playlist entitled 'guilty pleasures'. It seems to have drawn an unusual crowd, from giggling (and stumbling) middle-aged women, flirtatious camp men, and then the younger just-turned-eighteen crowd. I don't belong to any of these demographics, and you can tell just by looking at me. Even without the face of disgust that I can't entirely hide. Not that I'm trying very hard.
I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from a club called Popworld.
How did I come to be here; you may ask? Just ask the smiling brunette over there on the dancefloor. If it wasn't for her, I would've left hours ago. Hell, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't even be here. She practically begged me to come out tonight – well tonight and every weekend. But tonight, I finally caved. Looking at her now, jumping along to the music, spontaneously breaking out into a choreographed dance routine, I am struggling to see how I had lasted in denying her so long.
Tohru and I had become good friends since meeting last year. My university life didn't have the best start – I had put off the decision of whether to enrol and at the very last minute I finally (if not somewhat reluctantly) decided that I did. My dragging feet had resulted in me being housed in the cheapest, oldest, and most undesirable halls. But there she was on my first day, happily singing to herself whilst unpacking, her door wide open and located opposite mine. Before I knew it – and despite numerous attempts to rid myself of her - we were best friends. We only shared one class, but she just seemed to follow me everywhere. She would find me in the library studying, she would 'accidentally' make too much food and invited me to eat with her, hell, she even came to my football games. We are opposite in almost every sense of the word, yet becoming friends had been the easiest thing in the world.
I catch myself smiling at her despite myself. She is a walking ray of sunshine, and I owe her a lot of happy memories. Honestly, I don't think I would've lasted here this long if it wasn't for her, quietly but adoringly urging me to continue.
Girlish screeching shattered my reverie, and my smile was replaced by an all too comfortable scowl. I take another gulp of my beer in hand. She is the reason I'm stuck here on the edge of the dancefloor – it's her fault. I find that, even in this uncomfortable situation, I can't stay mad at her. It wasn't as if I'd let her go out on her own anyway; and from this position, I can keep an eye on her.
But I don't have to be happy about it.
"You don't look like you belong here." Hot breath on my ear made me jump. I turned abruptly - all too ready to punch whoever had managed to sneak up on me - when all coherent thought left my mind.
My mouth went dry as I look up at what I can only describe as a Sex God. This man was the very essence of sex appeal, from his wayward white hair, the piercings that adorned his handsome features, to full lips that didn't belong on such a masculine stubbled chin. If his face wasn't enough to entice me, his body most definitely was. He stood slightly taller than me. His lean, toned physique showed through his black mesh sleeveless top. His pale arms look strong, and scenes of them holding me tight, pinning me against a wall, the floor, anywhere, flood my senses. I couldn't stop my crimson eyes wandering lower, lingering on the outline of a 'v' leading to the waistband of black leather trousers that left little to the imagination. If only I were looking at him from behind…
Realising that I was in fact staring, I tried to recover, "Says you." I say hastily with what I hoped was a smirk but busied myself with another swig of beer for good measure.
Fuck, I hope he didn't catch me checking him out. Is it suddenly warmer? My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest… I turn my attention back to Tohru on the dancefloor.
"Good point." The guy said in a neutral tone. He was leaning against the wall next to me now, his arms crossed on his chest. I had to remind myself not to look, but my eyes seem to be drifting back on their own accord.
"She's cute." He said, tilting his head towards Tohru, "Your girlfriend?"
I nearly choked on my mouthful of beer. Who does this guy think he is?! "She's a friend. Don't even think about it." I'd be damned if I saw Tohru with a guy like him. She is entirely too innocent, and he looks like trouble.
The guy chuckled, which only made me angrier.
"Don't worry, she's not my type."
I gawp at him incredulously. Tohru is simply adorable, who wouldn't find her attractive?! But as I met his cool steel gaze, I had a feeling that he was trying to hint at something. Feeling uncomfortable, I look away, back at the bouncing Tohru. What did that look mean?
"So, do you want to get out of here?"
"What?!" I started.
"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself." He shrugged, face void of emotion.
"I'm not," I did not grumble, "But I'm with her."
"HARUUUUUU!" A boy with golden curls bounded up to the Sex God and latched himself onto a solid looking arm, trying to drag him onto the dancefloor. When he didn't succeed in moving the taller boy, he pouted and tugged impatiently. I could only look on in disgust. Who was this little brat? He looked too young to be here, and teamed with his childish behaviour, I wished the ground would just open and swallow me right now.
"Haru! You said we would dance!" Oh god, even his voice was sickly sweet and grating. I try not to let my face cringe, but I'm struggling here.
Haru, huh? I wonder if it's short for something.
In a shocking move, the Sex God just chuckled softly at the pouting child and ruffled his hair while the other continued to whine. Suddenly the blonde seemed to notice that they weren't alone and turned his attention on me, his face splitting into a wide starry-eyed grin. "Oh! Who's this?!"
Haru smiled at my disgusted demeanour, "Momiji, this is…?" His smooth low voice imploring me to reply.
"Kyo," I said curtly, busying myself with another swig of my drink. Damn, it's nearly empty.
"Ahh! Nice to meet you! Are you here for Uni? Do you come here often? I just love this place, don't you?!"
Almost unconsciously I took a step back at the barrage of questions. I can feel my eyebrow twitching in annoyance, I clench my fists and remind myself that I am in public. But God, did I want to shut this brat up.
I look at the Sex God for back up, only to find his gaze locked on my reaction, he looked quietly amused by my discomfort. Well, fuck you then. I shot him my best death glare in return.
"Kyo," Haru paused, seemingly trying out my name on his tongue. Baby, you can say it as many times as you like if you say it like that. "This is my brother, Momiji," He interrupted the blonde who was still asking a seemingly endless supply of questions.
I gawked at the two, "Brother?!" The two couldn't be more different!
This exclamation seemed to halt Momiji's questions, and he looked up at my shocked expression in surprise.
"He's adopted," Haru replied, deadpan.
Momiji resumed his whining tirade, "Haruuuuuu, don't say it like that! You love me! We are brothers in spirit if not in blood! It sounds like you don't even like me!" The boy pouted and stomped his foot.
Okay, the universe is screwing with me, right? How did I get in this mess? I was just minding my own business! Literally trying to blend into the background.
"Momiji, I have someone I want you to meet," Haru smiles gently down at the golden-haired boy, "Kyo, I'll be right back."
They left, the Sex God leading his brother – fucking right he was adopted, no way they shared any genetic material – onto the crowded dancefloor. Wait. Who does this guy think he is? He expects me to just wait here for him to get back? What am I, his pet? Sit. Stay. Good boy, Kyo.
I couldn't stop the sudden vision of that low sultry voice of his ordering me to comply with whatever lurid fantasies he could think of. Keeping me on a leash with only his words. I gulped and struggled to keep my thoughts clean.
Where did that even come from?
But wait, was that? Tohru?! Haru stopped in front of the smiling brunette and seemed to be introducing themselves, he looked up and met my incredulous gaze as he gestured back at me. I could only watch in horror as Tohru waved back happily at me.
Frozen in place by pure surprise, I watched as the trio got acquainted. Momiji and Tohru were now facing each other, hands held out in front of themselves, palm to palm, seemingly overjoyed with their meeting. The song changed, and they both squealed in delight. Apparently, there was a particular dance routine to this song, and they both hurried to complete the steps, laughing together.
"Problem solved," I jumped again as the silky low voice appeared next to me. This guy needs a bell.
"What do you mean problem solved?! You've just created a major problem!"
"I don't follow."
"You-," I try to compose my thoughts into a coherent argument. Those imploring stormy grey eyes are glinting at me in amusement again. Oh, you smug git. I'd just love to wipe that look off your face.
"Come on," Haru grabbed my hand, leading me off the dancefloor.
I let myself be blindly led for a moment - his hand was so soft and warm - before coming to my senses, "Wait. I'm not leaving. I'm here with Tohru."
Haru turned to face my (not) stubborn expression. He's got that knowing smile again. Why am I letting this guy rile me up? He looks over my shoulder at the dancefloor and nods in Tohru's direction. "They look like they're having a good time. Momiji will keep her company."
"Are you deaf? I said I'm staying with her." I say while I follow his gaze to see that Tohru is still happily dancing with that brat. I catch her attention and gives me two thumbs up before making shooing motions. My eyes widen, did she just shoo me?! She wants me to leave?
He cocks his head to the side, watching my reaction again with a smug smile, "Looks like she's fine." My eyes narrow as I turn to meet his gaze. He continues, "Okay, okay. If you want to stay then fine, I'll back off," He holds his hands up in surrender, "But you look like you could do with some fun, and you aren't enjoying this," He gestures at around us. "I know a place that's more your scene."
I look back at my traitorous friend on the dancefloor and give her my best you'll-be-sorry glare. She pokes her tongue out at me before looking at Haru and then back at me, and winking. She winked.
What does she think this is?! Okay, he is gorgeous. And he's right, I am miserable here. And despite how annoying that little brat may be, he seems to be making her laugh. But can I trust him to look after her?
"He'll look out for her?" I ask without taking my eyes off the dancing pair.
"Momiji?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow, "Yes, he will."
At least he sounded sincere. I look back at his face. Fuck me, he is hot. And he wants to take me somewhere. At which point do I wake up and I find that this is all a dream? I bite my lip and take one last look at Tohru. I don't want to leave her, but I do know that she's perfectly capable of looking after herself. And I really want to see what this guy has in store for me.
I meet his big grey eyes again and jerk my head in a nod. That's the only assent he will get. I can't let him think I'm easy. Hell, he could get any person in here. And what if he doesn't even want me like that? Maybe he just took pity on me. Fuck I hope it's not that.
Haru doesn't give me any time to reconsider, taking the bottle from my hand and setting it on a nearby table, and then grabbing my hand again and dragging me out into the cold night air.
