The Gun and the Guitar

Chapter 5: Knock! Knock!

K placed his and Hiro's dessert on a table nearby and grabbed the man by his shirt. He crushed his lips to Hiro's for a sizzling kiss. The brunette kissed back just as hotly, K cursed with torment, "Fuck, today has been torture..."

Hiro moaned in reply and wrapped his arms around K's bare body, splaying his fingers over hot skin aimlessly. He gripped and pawed over K, parting his lips to invite the blond to devour him with a deeper kiss. Intoxicated by fervent kisses, Hiro barely felt his clothes being urgently removed from his body. The garments went wayward all over the room as K tore them off, leaving Hiro breathless and naked.

"Like sneaking a hand in the cookie jar," K said, pleased with the prize before him.

They were still standing in the hallway near the door, when K pinned Hiro back against the wall. He ran his hands along Hiro's face, over his shoulders.

"K…" breathed Hiro, looking up at the tall man. He ground his erection up against K's thigh.

"Mmm…you always feel soo good, Hiroshi," K whispered into the crook of Hiro's neck, planting soft kisses there.

Hiro drove his fingers into K's golden locks, issuing a chorus of soft mewls from his naughty manager. He let his eyes close, feeling the trail of kisses K was leaving all over his neck, his shoulders. The man was so gentle and sexy, so unlike how he appeared in front of everyone else. He brought his hands to K's face and lifted it up so that he could look at him—Hiro stared into the blonde's blue eyes when he faced him. There was such loving warmth in those eyes that it made him tremble.

"Do I know you? Who are you, what's your name?" Hiro joked softly, engaging in a little verbal foreplay.

K smirked at Hiro's banter. "Just the man from room 1108, but I know who you are. You're that sexy rock star, Hiroshi Nakano, who, by some extraordinary chance, has found himself in my room. You can call me Mr. Winchester, or K, which I prefer."

"No first name?"

"Hmm, you have to earn it."

Hiro arched a brow. "Oh, I do, huh?"

"You're getting pretty close," K claimed, bringing up one of Hiro's hands and kissing along his fingers. "I love these hands."

"And I love seeing you like this," Hiro murmured, caught up in a moment. He looked into K's eyes. "Do you really think this is 'extraordinary chance'? I…I mean…we…is it extraordinary?" Damn, did just he just say that corny shit?! Hiro looked away feeling a little embarrassed now—but, it was how he felt.

"Don't look away, Hiroshi." He moved Hiro's face back to look at him. "Look, for me…I still can't believe you're really here with me. I'm one lucky bastard. There's nothing wrong here. I don't want to talk to you like a friend with benefits…you're not just a play thing. This is special…"

Hiro could feel K breathe on him, smell the ice cream on his breath.

"I just want you to be you," K said.

Hiro's grey eyes studied K, he smiled. "Kiss me…"

Hearts banging and their lips mere millimetres apart, someone knocked on the door.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Both men froze.

"IT'S RYUICHI! K-SAN OPEN UP!"

K blinked at Hiro.

"I'll hide!" Hiro whispered loudly and ran out to the balcony.

K grabbed one of the white complementary robes the hotel offered and shrugged it on. He rushed to the door in a panic; if Ryuichi was coming to him something bad had to have happened!

As soon as he turned the knob the door burst open and Ryuichi wailed, "HAVE YOU SEEN MY KUMAGORO?!"

Do'h? "Is he missing?" K asked, hating when Ryuichi misplaced his plushie, but at least this was all it was. Phew.

Ryuichi Sakuma nodded, tears freely flowing from his eyes. He looked pleadingly at K.

"Ok, where were you last when you had him?" K started with a reasonable question.

"I had him at breakfast, in the shower, the candy store, and then Kyoto Hall…BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER AFTER THAT!" Ryuichi hollered, he sniffed audibly and clung to K.

"Okay calm down, calm down Ryuichi. Didn't Tohma mention swimming or something, I thought I heard." K patted Ryuichi's back almost like he was a child.

"O-okay…I'll go there right now!" Ryuichi cried and darted out of the room and as fast as he'd entered it.

K sighed and closed the door. Boy, it was eleven o'clock and Ryuichi was running around looking for Kumagoro. He padded over to the patio door—his eyes shot open. It was winter in Japan! He slid the door open quickly and Hiro ran back in, freezing cold, his teeth chattering.

"C-c-cold…" Hiro stuttered, blinking eyelashes tipped with white frost.

"My poor Hiroshi," cooed K, opening his robe and enfolding Hiro inside of it. He gasped at how cold Hiro's skin was next to his, but he held on tightly, warming Hiro up. "Next time go to the bathroom."

Hiro nodded and snaked his arms around K's torso—the blond gasped again as cold hands spread over his back. The brunette was smirking at that but nestled happily inside K's robe, sighing as he felt himself unthawing.

"Wow, even that…" K looked down between them, "…is cold!"

"Ya think?" Hiro muttered sarcastically. He frowned yes he knew it was cold! But K reached down between them and held it in his hand.

Mmm, warm. Hiro closed his eyes from the comfort.

The blonde moved in for a kiss, his lips just brushing against Hiro's…

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Gah! Now what?!

Hiro sighed and went into the bathroom—K again went to the door. He opened it, slightly more aggravated this time. This time he spotted his boss. "Tohma, what do you want?"

"Have you seen Ryuichi? He's missing Kumagoro and…well, he's losing his mind. You remember back in the days…" Tohma replied with a bit of a tired voice.

K studied the other blond man, minus the hat and even the suit jacket. Obviously he was getting ready for bed when Ryuichi realized Kumagoro had gone missing. "He came here already, I told him to go look in at the swimming area," K explained.

"Oh, thanks!" Tohma said quickly and ran off down the hall.

K stuck his head out the door and hollered, "You outta have a transmitter on that thing!" He shut the door yet again. Dammit he was trying to get busy here! All these interruptions was grating on his nerves. He wandered into the bathroom to find Hiro flossing his teeth, it made him laugh.

"What?" Hiro asked and shrugged, "I was bored."

"You are too cute," K offered and snuggled up behind Hiro, pressing himself against his ass.

Hiro forgot about the floss and watched K's face in the mirror. Rawr! K started to kiss along his neck and shoulder, Hiro sighed delightfully. "I sure hope there are no more distractions," Hiro whispered, feeling K's warm body behind him.

"Tonight seems to be filled with nervous energy. It's tomorrow's concert, things like this always happen before a main event," K enlightened the brunette.

"I see, I guess I never thought of it before. I guess that explains your incident at dinner tonight," Hiro teased.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were the one that started that whole footsie shit," K corrected, "But, it's not like I'm complaining," he recovered quickly.

Hiro only smirked.

"Actually, I've never been more turned on in my life!"

Chortling naughtily, Hiro replied, "I never thought you'd go off."

K chuckled, but turned Hiro around. He bent in to give him a kiss.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

If jaws could drop to the floor, Hiro and K's would have at that very moment.

"What now?" whined Hiro, tempted to start banging his head off the wall. This was getting ridiculous.

K was muttering angrily as he left the bathroom; the man was clearly aggravated now. "Where's my rifle?!" K hollered more as a verbal threat since he opened the door, minus the gun, to Shuichi this time.

"I'm really sorry to bother you, K. I need to hang out somewhere since Hiro isn't answering his door," Shuichi said with those pleading eyes of his.

K softened a tad and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young man laid violet eyes on him and said, "I'm worried about Hiro and about this song with no lyrics. But I really wanted to talk to Hiro, something's up with him but he won't tell me what's going on. I wondered if you knew something, because you always seem to know. And right now Yuki won't let me near him because he says he writing something really important. He won't even let me look at it, so, I thought I'd leave him alone for awhile." Shuichi, in his pink cotton jammers, looked around K's hotel room. "Wow, you sure are messy." But then he noticed two desserts on the table from dinner. "I didn't know you ordered two."

His eyes widened and K waved his hands around looking for an explanation, "Err…Hiroshi didn't want his so he gave it to me."

"Hiro offered you his dessert first, instead of me?" That just wasn't possible. Shuichi pouted he always got Hiro's unfinished desserts! "You see, he's acting so strange. Can I have one…I always have room for dessert."

"Help yourself, why don't you take the other one for Yuki?" K coaxed, smiling all chipper like.

"Nah, he won't let me near him without yelling. I'll just hang out here for a bit," Shuichi suggested.

K gulped, "…Um, sure."

"Thanks!" Shuichi exclaimed and grabbed one of the ice creams, which was pretty much melted. "I'm just going to wash the spoon, be right back."

K moved like the Flash, barricading the washroom door, "Err…what sort of host would I be if I didn't clean it for you?" K offered in an exasperated voice.

Shuichi looked at him puzzled but handed him the spoon, "O…K, ha, ha get it? O.K…K," the singer laughed at his own joke and flounced on the bed and retrieved the remote control.

K shook his head and disappeared into the washroom.

Hiro heard everything, "We really have to be careful or he'll figure it out. I feel bad that I wasn't there."

"He's fine, just bored, because Yuki is doing what he should be doing," K whispered.

"Huh?" Hiro sounded, puzzled.

"Nothing," K said softly.

"Is he eating my ice cream?" Hiro said frowning slightly. "How long is he going to be here?"

"I don't know, maybe we should just forget tonight. I can't seem to get you alone," K sighed.

Hiro knew K was right.

"I have an idea," K said. "I'll distract him and when you hear something like, ""Come here Shuichi, and take a look at this" you leave the room, got it?"

Hiro nodded he understood. K left after quickly washing the spoon, and now all he had to do was wait. A few moments later, Hiro heard talking:

"K, what's so interesting out there?"

"Come here Shuichi, and take a look at this!"

Feet shuffled to the window.

"Oh, wow!" came Shuichi's voice, "A full moon. I didn't know you thought about the moon, K."

Smartly, K replied, "There are a lot of things about me that'd surprise you. Now shut up and watch."

Hiro heard his queue and cracked open the bathroom door. There was K and Shuichi looking at the moon and talking. He tip-toed across the room to the door but he realized his room key was in his pants! Shit! K looked back at him briefly with 'hurry up' written all over his face. Hiro grabbed his pants and quietly left the room. He walked down the hall naked to his door.

Suddenly another door opened. Hiro whipped around, holding his pants in front of his no-no parts, "Yuki!" he cried.

Yuki stood there unblinking, a cigarette dangling from his lip as he spotted Hiro. When he regained his composure he said, "I'm not even going to ask. Um…have you seen Shuichi around?"

"K's room," Hiro quickly offered, before he realized that was a very wrong thing to say. Eying Yuki, Hiro flashed him a tight little smile, blushing crimson.

"Right…" Yuki drawled and smirked at Bad Lucks' buck ass naked guitarist.

Dammit! Yuki knows!

"It's none of my business," Yuki said coolly, ash falling to the floor. "You really should go in your room already," Yuki advised trailing his golden eyes over Hiro's body before he went to knock on K's door.

Scrambling inside his room, Hiro tried to calm his pounding heart. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!

Yuki, of all the people to find out his secret, Hiro thought frowning. Would he tell Shuichi or would he keep it quiet? He guessed he had no choice but to wait and see.

He sighed.

Feeling a little cold still, he went to take a hot shower. He let the hot water warm him back up, sooth his nerves. He even felt some of the tension disappear…boy what a night.

After the shower the guitarist decided he might as well just go to bed and watch a late night movie or something. He'd probably fall asleep to it but that was fine with him. He snuggled under the covers and flicked through channels. But really his mind wasn't what was on the television; it was on K and what was happening between them. He could feel his heart fill up at the thought of the man…feeling a contentment he hadn't felt in such a long time, Hiro's eyes got heavy.

K turned off the television and opened the drapes so the moonlight spilled into the room. He walked over to the bed in the center of the room and gazed at Hiro's sleeping form. Somehow, he felt like he was intruding on an angel in slumber, and he wasn't sure he could wake him now. Instead, K thought he'd just curl up beside him and share the peace that sleep brought, together.

But a hand reached out and grasped his wrist. K spun around and saw Hiro's eyes shining from the moonlight. Hiroshi pulled aside his covers and invited K into his warm world. There were no words…

K slipped off the fuzzy white robe he wore, letting it fall to a heap around his feet. He crawled in beside Hiroshi and held his breath.

"I can feel your heart pounding," Hiro breathed against the other man as he entwined his legs around K's. He felt the older man study him in the dark, like he was thinking really hard about something. "What is it?" Hiro wondered.

"You want to know my name?"

"Of course," Hiro said.

"It's Claude," K revealed.

Hiro froze with the sheer shock of that revelation; K had actually told him his real name! But Hiro was a bit suspicious.

"It's my real name," K said, "I swear."

It was like he read his mind, Hiro thought, looking at the glow around K's head that the moonlight was highlighting. "I'm touched," Hiro whispered softly, leaning in and softly touching K's moist lips with his own.

K sighed softly.

Hiro parted the kiss and alleged, "Your secret will always be safe with me."

K wrapped the brunette up in a strong embrace. "You're so trusting Hiroshi, I think that's what I love about you," he spoke gently against the ear near his lips.

Hiro only heard the word 'love'. It flashed like the beacon on a harbour lighthouse in the distance. "Make love to me, Claude," Hiro murmured in demand.

K buried his nose into Hiro's soft, damp and fresh smelling hair. Mmm, he'd just had a shower, thought K inhaling the light flowery scent against Hiro's body and tresses. K urged Hiro back and climbed over top of him, laying his weight against his sweet Hiroshi. The younger man ran his fingertips up K's back and into his hair before holding his head in his hands. He pulled K down, towards his lips and they kissed lovingly.

Kissing Hiro was like having the morning sun warm your face, K thought.

Hiro tugged on K's bottom lip, sucking on it gingerly. He teased K, trailing the tip of his tongue over the bottom lip, making the blonde chase his tongue with his own. When Hiro reached the top lip, he flicked his tongue provocatively, causing K to take over ferociously; sealing their mouths together. Hiro drank up the other man, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his hips up.

Kissing until their lips were swollen, they only then parted mouths. K pushed himself up, his long erection resting on Hiro's navel.

"You're so beautiful," Hiro whispered in a smoky voice.

K seemed a bit surprised. He smiled softly in the moonlight and replied, "Mmm, you are very beautiful too, sexy." He ran his hands over Hiro's gently muscled chest.

The guitarist thought he wouldn't be unhappy if time froze right now and they could just be here like this forever. The moonlight was accentuating K's face and body—Hiro reached a hand out and traced a sliver of light on K's cheekbone. He let the fingertip follow the blue highlights, down K's arm, over the ridge of his forearm; and ending the exploration by lacing his fingers with K's left hand.

K moaned out from the sweetness that poured from Hiro's touch and laced his fingers into the brunette's other hand. Suddenly, three magic words came to the tip of his tongue, but fear chocked them back. He couldn't ruin the moment peppering Hiro with romantic politics. K pushed the thought away.

"Take me," Hiro pleaded.

The blond returned his focus to the delicious task before him; he didn't say a word as he released Hiro's hands and reached into the nightstand. He knew that Hiro would have lube in there, probably the Vaseline from the guitar case—just in case. And K was more than right, he scooped up a newly bought tube of real lubricant, popping the cap open he said, "Mmm, why don't you put it on me."

Hiro blushed when K found his new lube, but he wasn't going to have sex without it. He held out a hand and watched K generously add some to his palm. The brunette applied the slick wet stuff to K's super hard shaft, the act making his own body twitch and ache.

"Oh, yeah…" breathed K at Hiro's gentle touch, the tip of him leaking a little.

Hiro pressed his hips up, wriggling a bit, spreading his legs, and impatiently waiting for K to take him. He needed to bring this level of emotion to its peak, before it simply caused him to crack in two. K was very gentle and slow, allowing the tightness to ease and stretch.

The blond never took his eyes off Hiro's as he entered, burying himself into the perfect abyss.

"Unnn…you're so big," Hiro roared passionately, "but you feel so fucking good."

K groaned at Hiro's words and buried himself to the hilt. Hiro cried out.

Hiro pulled K down to him and wrapped his legs around him, wanting him as close as possible. "Fuck me like tonight's the last night on earth," demanded the brunette, feeling the yummy fullness inside of him.

K didn't hesitate; he gave it to Hiro hard. He found Hiro's hands again, pulled them up over his head, entwining their fingers and thrust with urgency.

K couldn't hold back, he cried out, "Hiro, ohh Hiro!"

Both men gripped into each others hands as they rode the lustful plane higher. Bodies nearing the breaking point, minds lost in an endless black tunnel. Hearts crashing in their chests; rapid breaths scorching their throats, two bodies danced in the moonlight.

"Unnnn! K! Harder!" begged Hiro feeling so close, finding himself giving into whining as K hit his prostrate.

"K!"

"HIRO!"

"I LOVE YOU!!"

Hiro's words shot through K's heart like a stray bullet. His world spun and he climaxed with incredible force, calling out Hiro's name loudly.

K's deafening cry of his name made Hiro reach orgasm seconds after, streaming pearly laces all over his stomach. They panted with exaltation, the blonde collapsing on top of Hiro, still buried inside of him. Hiro kept his legs wrapped around the older man, freeze framing the moment, never wanting to leave it. The two men were silent and slowly regained composure.

"It never felt so good before," Hiro said in a rush still catching his breath.

K could honestly say the same, "I know, this was…incredible."

Hiro felt K slip out of him, feeling the burn and the emptiness. He watched the blond reach over to grab the tissue and gently cleaned him up. Afterwards, they nestled up under the covers and snuggled, revelling in their post-sex euphoria. Hiro felt almost totally content, but the nagging feeling that K didn't say 'I love you' back irked him a bit. But he was being silly; they were words spoken during a moment of passion. Maybe K didn't even notice. He didn't want to ruin the moment so he pushed it out of his thoughts and rested his head on K's chest.

In moments both were fast to sleep.

Outside in the hallway on the top floor of the hotel, doors opened and heads popped out. A mix of Bad Luck and Nittle Grasper members looked at each other sleepily with question.

"Oh hey, Suguru," Sakano said blinking tiredly at a scowling Suguru. "Are we under some kind of attack?" he asked being woken up to a loud yell.

Suguru grunted and went back into his room.

"I thought someone was being mugged in the hallway!" Noriko complained, peering up and down the hall.

"I thought I heard Hiro's name, was I dreaming?" Shuichi said in a worried tone.

Yuki, hiding a grin said, "I'm sure it was nothing but a bunch of kids." The man with golden eyes coaxed Shuichi back inside the room, planting kisses on his neck. "I got something I want to show you."

Shuichi beamed and swung the door shut.

Tohma then noticed Ryuichi Sakuma sitting at the end of the long hallway, playing with Kumagoro. He'd given up looking for Sakuma after about an hour's search, figuring the man would come back on his own. But he was relieved now and said, "There you are! How long have you been in the hallway? Ryuichi, don't you think you should go to bed and get rest for tomorrow night?"

Sakuma jumped up, smirking with mischief he ran down the hallway singing repeatedly, "KUMA LOVES HIRO!! KUMA LOVES HIRO!!"

Anyone left in the hall, shook their heads and watched Ryuichi disappear into his room grinning and singing like an idiot. And when all was quiet and calm again, everyone returned to their room.

A/N: Hey thanks guys for the reviews! I hope you're enjoying the changes and still finding the funny parts funny lol! I'm really enjoying re-drafting this fic.