*Gasp* O my god so lovely pictures... Im think im dying...
Hitsugi is so beautiful...
And the others...
Well... I have promised to posting som fanfiction.
This is not my story, her name is Chantrea Johari and see are a god writer.
I have this story from Livjournal and all credits go to Chantrea Johari.
This is the three first chapter and if some body wants to ceep reeading it just say so, and more are coming...
13th (1-3/13)
Title: 13th
Author: Chantrea Johari
Fandom: JRock, Nightmare
Pairings: Ruka x Ni~ya, Yomi x Hitsugi, Sakito x ?
Summary: In such a sexually-charged atmosphere as in the band, Nightmare, feelings are sure to develop. Love is one of those feelings-and yet, so is jealousy.
Notes: Just some things I thought I'd point out before I begin writing this. First of all, I've noticed that the members of Nightmare tend to speak to each other quite often without honorifics, so if I neglect honorifics in this story more than I usually do, that's probably why. Also, as many of you may have noticed, Nightmare is quite legendary for their blatantly sexual conduct. That may come across here as well. XD
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Ruka groaned groggily, turning over in his sleep. Something was disturbing his slumber, but he was only indirectly aware of what that thing was. There was a sensation tickling along his nerve endings, making his limbs tingle. A warm feeling was pooling in his belly; he shifted again, pleasure coursing through his veins for a brief second. Confused, the drummer forced his eyes open, despite his tiredness.
A mop of platinum blond hair was just beneath him, obscuring his vision further. But as he became more conscious of his surroundings, he began to realize that the tingling feeling was emanating from his groin; one long-fingered hand was caressing him there, making bolts of pleasure go through his body.
Ruka squirmed against the touch, groaning. ﾂ"Ni~ya!ﾂ" the drummer exclaimed in what was meant to be a scolding tone, but what, in reality, turned into a moan about halfway through. ﾂ"Uhn-hentai! Can't you at least wait until I'm awake to start molesting me?ﾂ"
Ni~ya slid up the bed to lie next to his lover, his hand continuing its work on the drummer's half-hard length. Ruka was still wearing a pair of boxers, which was troublesome to the bassist's goal, but it didn't deter him. He nibbled gently on the drummer's ear as he whispered, ﾂ"What's the fun in that?ﾂ" Ruka slid his arm around the other man, smiling gently.
ﾂ"You know what? I've forgotten,ﾂ" Ruka admitted, leaning up into the other man's touch. Ni~ya laughed at the other man's words, continuing to nibble on his ear while Ruka groaned in response. He pressed the heel of his hand more firmly into Ruka's erection, causing the other man to tilt his head back and gasp. This bared Ruka's neck for Ni~ya; the bassist quickly took advantage of this fact, moving from Ruka's ear to his neck with fervor.
ﾂ"That's what I like to hear,ﾂ" Ni~ya whispered in amusement, continuing with slightly more forceful movements of his hand. Ruka was groaning in frustration; the pressure through the fabric was not enough to bring any real satisfaction.
ﾂ"Ni~ya!ﾂ" Ruka bit out again, his voice slightly pleading this time. This time, Ni~ya's response was a little giggle of amusement.
ﾂ"You were the one chastising me for this a minute ago, and now you want more?ﾂ" he asked, making his tone purposefully incredulous. Ruka whimpered.
ﾂ"Please?ﾂ" the drummer pleaded softly, tightening his arm around the other man. The bassist opened his mouth to respond, but instead of Ni~ya's voice, a strange ringing sound emanated through the room suddenly, startling both men on the bed. Ni~ya's hand stopped immediately as he realized that the ringing sound was the phone.
Ruka seemed to realize this at the exact same moment, cursing under his breath as he reached over the side of the bed, picking the phone up off the cradle. He tried to ignore his now-very-noticeable erection, placing the phone to his ear. ﾂ"Moshi moshi?ﾂ" he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone. A very recognizable voice suddenly came over the line.
ﾂ"Ohayou, Ruka-chan!ﾂ" Yomi called into the phone, his amazingly versatile voice gaining its excited almost-squeakiness. He really was too hyper for such an early hour of the morning.
ﾂ"What do you want, Yomi?ﾂ" he demanded, sounding irritated despite his best efforts. The vocalist, however, seemed not to notice.
ﾂ"Well, I know practice doesn't start for an hour, but Hitsugi, Saki and I are here already, so we were just wondering where you and Ni~ya are,ﾂ" Yomi explained. Ruka sighed, about to respond, when he suddenly felt fingers toying with the elastic of his boxers. He shot Ni~ya a warning look, letting him know that he should stop.
ﾂ"I called Ni~ya's house already, but he didn't answer. I thought that you might know where he is.ﾂ"
A hand suddenly slid beneath the fabric of his boxers, cupping his erection. Ruka hissed; Ni~ya's fingers felt cold against the flushed skin. He smacked the bassist warningly on the arm. ﾂ"He-ah-he's-ﾂ" Ruka began, his voice unsteady because of the continued contact to his aroused flesh. Rather than pull away, as Ruka had been indicating he should do, Ni~ya began stroking him beneath his boxers.
ﾂ"Ruka-san, are you okay?ﾂ" asked a concerned voice over the line. It was Hitsugi, which made Ruka incredibly nervous. It meant that Yomi was on speakerphone.
ﾂ"I-uh-yeah, I'm fine,ﾂ" Ruka assured the other man, who sounded completely caring, as usual. He smacked Ni~ya again, trying to make him stop. ﾂ"Ni~ya is here, if you were looking for him, Yomi.ﾂ"
ﾂ"Real-ly?ﾂ" The vocalist sounded very interested by that fact.
ﾂ"Yes, really,ﾂ" Ruka replied flatly, grabbing Ni~ya's arm harshly. ﾂ"Will you excuse me for a second?ﾂ" he asked into the phone.
He could almost hear Yomi's grin. ﾂ"Oh, sure,ﾂ" Yomi agreed exaggeratedly. ﾂ"Take as long as you'd like.ﾂ"
Ruka had no doubts that Yomi knew exactly what was going on, but he felt no need to affirm that fact. He covered the receiver with one hand, yanking at Ni~ya's arm with the other. Ni~ya finally extricated his hand from Ruka's pants, a pout making his pierced lip look even more attractive. Ruka glared at him. ﾂ"Not until I'm off the phone. I'm serious.ﾂ"
Ni~ya stuck his lower lip out just a little bit further, looking up at the drummer with big dark eyes. Ruka rolled his eyes, removing his hand from over the phone and returning to the conversation. ﾂ"Sorry Yomi. I'm back,ﾂ" Ruka apologized, giving the sheepish bassist a warning look.
The vocalist snickered. ﾂ"It's no problem,ﾂ" he assured the other man mischievously.
ﾂ"Shut up, Yomi,ﾂ" Ruka grunted.
ﾂ"What? I didn't say anything!ﾂ"
Ruka sighed. ﾂ"It doesn't matter. I know what you're thinking, and-ﾂ" Suddenly, Ni~ya rolled over and grabbed the elastic waistline of Ruka's boxers, pulling on it roughly. As it came off, it brushed almost painfully over Ruka's still-present erection; he hissed, but he had no time to recover from that before the bassist's mouth covered his entire aching length.
Ruka immediately stuffed the side of his arm into his mouth, biting down hard to keep himself from crying out. Yet he couldn't make himself try to get Ni~ya to stop now; the feeling of the warm wetness around his arousal was entirely too alluring. ﾂ"Ruka-san? Are you sure you're okay?ﾂ" came Hitsugi's voice from over the phone. This shocked Ruka out of the moment; he had entirely forgotten about Yomi and Hitsugi on the other end of the line.
He removed his arm from his mouth; there were now harsh bite marks on the skin from his own teeth. He clenched them together, trying to keep from responding to Ni~ya's ministrations. ﾂ"Yeah, sure. I-I'm great. We-we'll s-see you at practice in an hour, all right?ﾂ" he forced out from between his teeth.
ﾂ"Are you sure you don't need more than an hour?ﾂ" Yomi teased in a sing-song tone.
ﾂ"Goodbye Yomi,ﾂ" Ruka forced out, hanging the phone up immediately. After a moment, he turned back to Ni~ya, who was still focused intently on his task. Ruka groaned, arching his back. ﾂ"Youﾂ…*******ﾂ…bastard,ﾂ" Ruka hissed, grasping Ni~ya by the back of his hair in an almost forceful manner. Ni~ya responded by sucking Ruka in deeper, taking him nearly to the root. Ruka groaned.
ﾂ"Iﾂ…hateﾂ…you,ﾂ" he said, though they both knew that that wasn't the truth. Ni~ya's response, this time, was to bring his hand up to cup Ruka's balls, fondling them along with the workings of his mouth. Ruka was groaning almost continually by that time, grasping Ni~ya's hair even more tightly, to the point that it was almost painful. But Ni~ya didn't complain; instead, he simply continued with his ministrations, working even more fervently.
A second later, Ni~ya took the other man's length in as deeply as he could, and the feeling of the end of the bassist's lip ring colliding with the skin at the base of his erection was too much for Ruka. He came suddenly, unexpectedly, thrusting up into the other man's mouth and groaning loudly.
Though Ruka was surprised by his climax, it seemed that Ni~ya wasn't; he was perfectly prepared for it and swallowed with practiced efficiency, not appearing in any sort of discomfort whatsoever. Ruka collapsed back against the bed after a few long moments, gasping and sweating.
After a few moments, Ni~ya finally pulled away. Ruka grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling Ni~ya's body up so that their lips could meet, kissing him deeply. He wound one arm around Ni~ya's back, trailing his fingers through the hollow between the bassist's shoulder blades as their tongues met. After a few long moments, they broke apart.
ﾂ"You're evil, you know that?ﾂ" Ruka asked after a moment, eyeing the bassist playfully. Ni~ya simply smiled, leaning forward and placing another small peck on the drummer's lips.
ﾂ"I know. But that's why you love me, ne?ﾂ"
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Yomi listened to the click as Ruka hung up the phone, cackling to himself. Hitsugi was sitting next to him at the table, looking confused, while Sakito sat across the room reading a book, glancing vaguely at him over the top of it. Hitsugi stared at Yomi, as if mere observation of the vocalist would quell his confusion.
ﾂ"What's so funny?ﾂ" he asked naïvely. Yomi looked over at his friend, laughing even harder at the absolute bewilderment on the guitarist's face. He fell off his chair, twitching on the ground from laughing so hard, tears streaming down his face. The situation hadn't been quite so funny before Hitsugi had begun speaking; his mystification about the entire affair made it twice as hilarious.
The guitarist looked sheepish. ﾂ"What?ﾂ" he asked fearfully, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them. He looked down at Yomi, who was still laughing too hard to get up. Helplessly, Hitsugi looked over at Sakito. ﾂ"Saki?ﾂ"
Sakito glanced up again, his face softening at the look on Hitsugi's face. ﾂ"He's amused by the fact that Ni~ya and Ruka were obviously engaged in some sort of sexual situation,ﾂ" the other guitarist said flatly, unable to help being slightly amused by the realization dawning over Hitsugi's features. A second later, Hitsugi blushed deeply, the redness made more obvious by the fact that since they weren't performing that day, Hitsugi was not wearing makeup.
ﾂ"Oh,ﾂ" he said after a second, looking down in embarrassment. At this, Yomi only laughed harder.
Part two
Notes: Upon reading this over, I've begun to become desperately scared of the fact that this is starting to sound like a stereotypical "all JRockers are mindless dorks" fanfiction. I'd like to assure you all that that is not the case. It will start to become better next chapter. I promise.
ﾂ"Yomi, get back here!ﾂ" Ni~ya yelled at the top of his lungs, chasing the much shorter vocalist across their practice space. They had been practicing for a live they were doing the next day, but they had somehow gotten sidetracked and eventually given up after a shorter time than they had planned. Currently, the bassist was chasing Yomi across the room, trying to stop him long enough to get a hand up the rather short schoolgirl skirt he was wearing.
ﾂ"No, hentai!ﾂ" Yomi screamed back, putting all the power he had in his voice. He suddenly ducked behind Hitsugi, who had been standing in the corner and trying to avoid the commotion. ﾂ"Hitsu-chan, protect me!ﾂ" he begged, grabbing the back of the guitarist's shirt and hiding his face behind him. Ni~ya stopped in front of Hitsugi, knowing that he now had Yomi trapped. As for Hitsugi, the man was just looking extremely uncomfortable and unsure of what to do.
The look on Ni~ya's face at that moment could only be described as menacing. Not wanting to get in the middle of the others' sexual banter, Hitsugi ducked away, dislodging Yomi's hands from his back. ﾂ"Bastard!ﾂ" Yomi yelled in mock anger, getting ready to run again. However, Ni~ya was quicker than he had been, grabbing the vocalist around the middle and picking him up slightly off the ground, carrying him across the room. Ruka was sitting on the edge of the stage, giggling uncontrollably.
ﾂ"Ruka-san!ﾂ" Yomi whined, kicking his legs frantically. ﾂ"Get your boyfriend off of me! Tell him to stop trying to stick his hands up my skirt!ﾂ"
Ruka chucked again, covering his mouth with his long, delicate fingers. ﾂ"Sorry, Yomi, but you're on your own for this one,ﾂ" Ruka said, though he didn't sound slightly apologetic. ﾂ"You were the one who interrupted us this morning. And not to mention-didn't you say that you were going to throw that schoolgirl outfit in the back of your closet and never take it out again?ﾂ"
Yomi pouted as Ni~ya sat on the stage next to Ruka, still clasping him tightly around the midsection. Once he sat down, Yomi started squirming against the touch, but it was futile; Ni~ya was stronger and larger than he was, and therefore had no trouble holding him down.
ﾂ"I felt like wearing it, okay?ﾂ" Yomi demanded after a moment, sounding defensive.
One of Ni~ya's hands released Yomi, and the vocalist began struggling again, but found that he still couldn't manage to free himself. He made a mental note to start working out more; that would inevitably help him to overcome his status in the band as Ruka and Ni~ya's sexual object. It was all in good fun, of course; the couple enjoyed teasing him and as much as he squirmed and complained, he didn't mind the attention overly much. That was, until they left him frustrated and annoyed.
ﾂ"And I suppose you wore a thong too, didn't you?ﾂ" Ni~ya teased right into Yomi's ear, beginning to snake his hand up Yomi's leg. Yomi shivered, squirming more violently. A second later, his fingers ghosted over Yomi's hip, feeling the thin strap of fabric there. ﾂ"Ah-yes you did.ﾂ"
Ni~ya's fingers made their way down and across Yomi's inner thigh next, dancing across his skin as if they were small legs, walking. Hitsugi still stood in the corner, looking like the whole situation was making him uncomfortable, and Sakito was casually smoking a cigarette on the couch, not actively participating in the conversation, as usual. Hitsugi made his way over to the other guitarist, thoroughly perturbed by the entire situation.
He slid onto the couch next to Sakito, blushing as he heard Yomi squeal, followed by Ni~ya's laughter. Sakito glanced idly at the smaller man next to him, blowing a plume of smoke out his mouth but not speaking. That was the thing about being around Sakito; one found that they would often have to be the one to start a conversation; the only alternative was to inevitably sit in silence with the other man. People generally tended to think that Hitsugi was the quietest of Nightmare, but in fact, that wasn't the case; Hitsugi was certainly the most easily embarrassed, but Sakito was undoubtedly the most reserved.
ﾂ"Sakito?ﾂ" Hitsugi asked after a moment, his voice soft. Sakito's attention was clearly on the other man when he spoke, but he still didn't respond verbally to Hitsugi's summons. Hitsugi, however, took Sakito's apparent attention as permission to speak and did so quietly. ﾂ"Why do you think they're always like that?ﾂ"
Sakito blew another plume of smoke out of his mouth, careful to turn his head away from Hitsugi as he did so. After a moment, he spoke. ﾂ"I think they made a bet on who could give Yomi an erection the most times or something,ﾂ" Sakito replied, his voice matter-of-fact. Hitsugi's eyes widened; he nearly fell off the couch in surprise.
Sakito watched with thinly-veiled amusement as Hitsugi's mouth opened and closed like a fish several times, which looked twice as comical as it should have, due to the fact that Sakito had never seen a fish with so many lip piercings. Sakito couldn't help but be endeared by Hitsugi's obvious naïveté; the other man often seemed so out-of-place in such an openly sexual atmosphere. The other three members were rather unabashed with their sexualities; Sakito and Hitsugi, however, were more conservative.
ﾂ"Ohmygod,ﾂ" Hitsugi gasped out under his breath, his face alternately turning red and then completely white.
At first, Sakito thought that Hitsugi was replying just to his comment, but a second later, he turned back to look at the other group. He saw that Ni~ya's hand was now working purposefully beneath Yomi's skirt, and the growing bulge there was difficult to ignore. Yomi was squirming more violently than ever, gasping out every few seconds as he did so. He then let out a sound that was a half-curse, half-moan. Sakito just rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette. And his bandmates called him a ****.
ﾂ"Will somebody help me?ﾂ" Yomi called out in a strangled tone. Ruka giggled again, clearly too amused by his boyfriend's conduct with the small vocalist to do anything about it. Yomi looked pleadingly at Sakito and Hitsugi.
Sakito simply stubbed out his cigarette, standing up and grabbing his coat. ﾂ"I'm staying far away from this one,ﾂ" he mumbled, heading for the door. ﾂ"I'm going home. See you guys before the live tomorrow.ﾂ"
Ruka and Ni~ya called out jovial goodbyes and watched Sakito disappear before Ni~ya finally let Yomi go. The vocalist fell limp in his lap, and rather than trying to get off, he lolled his head back onto Ni~ya's shoulder. ﾂ"Ni~ya! You're mean! Look what you did!ﾂ" Yomi complained, causing all three other men to look down at Yomi's crotch, where there was a rather prominent bulge. Hitsugi turned away, blushing and burying his face in his hands.
Ni~ya gave the vocalist a devilish smile. ﾂ"Yep!ﾂ" he said, voice dripping with amusement. ﾂ"See you later, Yomi!ﾂ"
He stood up, dumping the small vocalist onto the stage and making his way toward the door, grabbing Ruka by the hand as he did so. Hitsugi heard the sound of the door closing heavily behind them; he knew that Ruka and Ni~ya had left, but he refused to look up to see what was going on. Yomi let out a frustrated whimper.
ﾂ"Goddamnit,ﾂ" he cursed to himself. There was silence for a second, rustling, and then suddenly, ﾂ"Hitsugi?ﾂ"
Hitsugi looked up purely out of reflex, and he instantly regretted it. Yomi was lying across the front of the stage, head propped up on one elbow. Hitsugi made a deliberate attempt to keep his eyes off the other man's lower half, but he could still see Yomi's slightly flushed cheeks. He silently cursed Ruka and Ni~ya in his mind, then cursed himself for letting his thoughts go awry at the sight of a clearly aroused Yomi.
ﾂ"What?ﾂ" Hitsugi inquired, but his voice came out as no more than a strangled squeak.
Yomi looked helpless. ﾂ"Help me think about somethingﾂ…un-arousing,ﾂ" he begged quietly. ﾂ"I can't think of anything.ﾂ"
Hitsugi tried to keep himself from blushing any more deeply, looking down at his hands in his lap and biting absently on one of his lip rings. ﾂ"Oh! I-erm-ﾂ" Hitsugi mumbled, thinking. Then, unexpectedly, he said the first thing that came to his mind. ﾂ"Mana shaving his legs!ﾂ"
Yomi's face went quickly from surprise to confusion before finally settling on disgust. ﾂ"I-ew!ﾂ" Yomi exclaimed, the mental image clearly going through his mind. ﾂ"My God, Hitsugi, where the hell did that come from?ﾂ"
Despite his best attempts to stop it, Hitsugi's face turned deep crimson. ﾂ"I-well-I don't know,ﾂ" he admitted in embarrassment. ﾂ"It was the first thing that I thought of. Shut up.ﾂ"
Yomi giggled. ﾂ"All right. If you say so,ﾂ" he replied. He glanced down at his body, smile growing wider. ﾂ"Well whatever made you think of that, it worked. Thanks.ﾂ"
Hitsugi couldn't even meet the other man's gaze. ﾂ"Ohﾂ…umﾂ…you're welcome.ﾂ"
Yomi laughed, and seconds later, Hitsugi felt movement of the cushion next to him. It didn't take more than a moment for him to realize that the vocalist had sat down next to him; Hitsugi tried desperately to control the rampant flush that had overtaken his pale skin. When he felt Yomi's hand on his shoulder, he jumped nearly a foot in the air, so tense and wound up he had become.
ﾂ"Sorry,ﾂ" Yomi apologized, immediately, withdrawing his hand. ﾂ"I know stuff like that makes you uncomfortable.ﾂ" There was a moment of silence before Hitsugi spoke.
ﾂ"It's okay. I know it's just the way you guys are.ﾂ"
Yomi shook his head. ﾂ"Still, they don't have to be so crazy about it,ﾂ" he replied, dismissing Hitsugi's words. ﾂ"So do you want to come over tonight?ﾂ"
Hitsugi only contemplated the words for a moment before he shook his head. ﾂ"I shouldn't leave the cats alone for too long,ﾂ" he replied without hesitation. Yomi's face fell, and he sighed; he knew he should have expected the answer; Hitsugi was almost covetous of his cats. Hitsugi seemed confused for a second before he spoke again.
ﾂ"Oh! But you can come over to my house if you want,ﾂ" Hitsugi proposed, ashamed that he hadn't suggested the idea sooner. Yomi's crestfallen look immediately changed to a smile, which made Hitsugi smile as well; he couldn't stand to see the vocalist sad.
ﾂ"All right. But I don't want to wake up with a cat on my face again,ﾂ" Yomi warned, giving Hitsugi a mockingly angry look. Hitsugi blushed again.
part tree
Yomi sat back on Hitsugi's sofa, a can of soda in each of his hands. He set one down next to the guitarist before popping the other open for himself, taking a small sip as the other man thanked him. Yomi watched Hitsugi with a smile as the guitarist sat back against the couch, a cat on his lap. He was stroking the small creature behind its ears, the animal purring happily.
These were the times when Yomi loved sitting with the other man, watching him. Hitsugi thought of his cats almost like children; he loved them and coveted them, and he always seemed most at ease with a cat in his arms, purring for him. Yomi wouldn't admit it to the other man, lest it cause a rather extreme blushing fit, but he found the scene in front of him completely adorable; he always had the distinct urge, when he sat with Hitsugi like this, to take a picture, but he'd not yet done so.
Hitsugi seemed to notice the vocalist's eyes on him, because he shifted a bit on the cushion, seeming uncomfortable. ﾂ"What is it?ﾂ" he asked, appearing wary and confused. Yomi just shook his head dismissively.
ﾂ"Nothing,ﾂ" Yomi dismissed immediately, leaning back against the arm of the couch and taking another sip of his soda. He knew that it was a bad idea to drink it; the caffeine would inevitably make him hyperactive and unable to sleep, and they did have a live the next day. Yet still, Yomi continued drinking it, though Hitsugi's stayed on the table, ignored.
Hitsugi didn't look as if he accepted Yomi's answer, but he didn't press it anyway, moving his hands from the feline's ears and sliding them instead down its long, slinky back. The cat arched its back a bit each time Hitsugi's hand trailed over it, continuing to purr contentedly.
ﾂ"So, are you ready for tomorrow's performance?ﾂ" Hitsugi asked instead, eyes trailing over to Yomi while he continued to pet the animal in his lap. Yomi just shrugged, pulling his legs up onto the couch and sitting cross-legged against the arm.
ﾂ"I'm always ready for a performance,ﾂ" he said idly. ﾂ"I could perform all day and night if it weren't so tiring.ﾂ"
Hitsugi laughed, the sound tinkling through the air alluringly. Hitsugi's laugh was quiet and gentle, just like him; it was so incongruous with Yomi's own boisterous laugh and those of the other band members. They all laughed with an inordinate amount of force behind it, while Hitsugi, conversely, laughed delicately and softly.
ﾂ"I don't doubt that,ﾂ" Hitsugi told him with a smile, and Yomi hit him playfully on the arm. This dislodged the cat in the younger man's lap slightly; its fur bristled, and it looked up at Yomi with something akin to annoyance in its eyes. It possessed that special ability cats have to always look superior, always look as if humans were their servants.
That quality in cats reminded Yomi so much of Sakito sometimes, but that gentler, sweeter quality cats have when you treat them well reminded him instead of Hitsugi. Much like a cat's seeming abrasiveness, Hitsugi's appearance could make people think he was cold, or even cruel. But also like a cat, when cared for and loved, Hitsugi was the sweetest, most wonderful person Yomi had ever met. Yomi had always wondered if that similarity was why the guitarist liked cats, or whether it was some unidentifiable coincidence.
ﾂ"Sorry,ﾂ" Yomi apologized to the obstinate feline, not thinking it odd at all that he was asking for the forgiveness of a cat. Hitsugi's pets were almost an extension of him, like family, and Yomi felt no embarrassment or strangeness in it.
Hitsugi laughed, not because he found it strange either, but more because Yomi was the only person who would act so. Ruka and Ni~ya, though not cat lovers like Hitsugi, liked the animals but only to a point. Sakito would never give such words to a cat; in much the way that two superior beings often clashed about who was better, Sakito only tolerated cats when he absolutely had to.
ﾂ"Don't worry; she forgives you,ﾂ" Hitsugi teased with a smile, petting the cat again so that it rolled over and gave him access to its stomach. Hitsugi's nails scratched nimbly across the lightly furred flesh as he shifted subtly to make his legs more comfortable. Seconds later, he let out a long yawn, covering his mouth and blinking repeatedly. Yomi smiled, feeling endeared toward the guitarist.
ﾂ"Sleepy?ﾂ" Yomi taunted gently. Hitsugi laughed, shaking his head in amusement.
ﾂ"Maybe a little,ﾂ" he admitted, though another wide yawn revealed that he was under-exaggerating more than slightly. Yomi gave him a pointed look. ﾂ"All right, yes. But I'm too lazy to go to bed.ﾂ"
Yomi laughed at his friend's rare admittance; to most people, Hitsugi wouldn't say such things; in crowds, he was often too embarrassed, and otherwise, he was often just too afraid to be entirely truthful. Yet he and Yomi had known each other long enough and had become good enough friends that it wasn't an issue between them.
ﾂ"It doesn't matter,ﾂ" Yomi said, sliding his arm suddenly around Hitsugi's back and easing his body downward into a laying position, careful to do it slowly enough that it would not upset the animal in Hitsugi's lap. He laid the guitarist's head in his own lap, knowing that Hitsugi wouldn't object to it. As he had expected, Hitsugi just sighed contentedly, flexing his shoulder blades in a rather catlike manner himself as he settled himself comfortably upon the vocalist's crossed legs.
ﾂ"There,ﾂ" Yomi proclaimed, feeling accomplished. ﾂ"Now you can just go to bed right here. What do you think?ﾂ"
ﾂ"I think I'm going to put your legs to sleep,ﾂ" Hitsugi admitted, looking sheepish. Yomi just shook his head.
ﾂ"Nonsense. Just relax.ﾂ"
Hitsugi, in fact, did just that, letting his eyes fall closed. Yomi watched the man for a few delicate moments, glancing down at his reddish-brown hair and feeling an inexplicable urge to pet it, just the way Hitsugi was still idly petting the cat in his lap, which Yomi could tell was also in a state of half-sleep. Yomi couldn't help but feel reverence toward the other man; he looked so peaceful, his features so relaxed and unabashedly adorable. But again, Yomi wasn't about to tell the other man that; Hitsugi didn't take compliments well.
After a few long moments, Yomi finally gave in, reaching his small hand out and brushing Hitsugi's choppy locks out of his eyes gently. Hitsugi opened his eyes suddenly, surprised by the touch, but Yomi just gave him a reassuring smile. ﾂ"Just go to sleep,ﾂ" he urged the tired man.
Hitsugi smiled and didn't object to Yomi's gentle touches, so Yomi took that as permission to continue. Hitsugi's eyes fell closed again and Yomi's touches became bolder, running his fingers softly through strands of dyed hair, surprised at how soft it was. Their stylists spend so much time trying to make their hair look choppy and full that Yomi almost forgot how velvety the guitarist's hair really was, despite all the color treatment it had gone through over the years.
Yomi could feel Hitsugi's muscles relaxing slowly as he continued to stroke the guitarist's hair; the slight tension that had been in his shoulders began to melt away, and his body fell more fluidly against Yomi's legs. His breathing was slowing, and his hand, still atop his cat's fur, was slowing also; Yomi could tell that the small animal was already asleep, and it seemed that Hitsugi, himself, was minutes from it.
Finally, Hitsugi's breathing fell into a slow evenness, and Yomi smiled at the infinitely innocent man lying partially atop him. Being around Hitsugi had always felt so refreshing; he was barely younger than Yomi himself, but he exuded a strange purity that Yomi had felt he had never had. Something about it made Hitsugi seem so much younger, something that should be protected and coveted at all costs. The guitarist was a treasure well sought for; he was one so untouched by the world that he hadn't become jaded or cold or pessimistic, like so many things could have made him. It almost made Yomi feel the same way, as if through osmosis he could somehow pick up the guitarist's more flattering traits.
After a few minutes, he was satisfied that Hitsugi was asleep, and he pulled his hand away, flexing his fingers to get rid of the tension. Immediately afterward, Hitsugi shifted, and he mumbled something barely audible, such that Yomi had to strain to hear it. ﾂ"Mmﾂ…don't stop.ﾂ"
Yomi wasn't sure if Hitsugi was in fact still asleep; and if he was awake, the vocalist was unsure of how lucid he was. But the request had been plain and clear; he hadn't wanted to lose Yomi's touch. Unable to deny the other man what he wanted when his voice, his request was so soft and gentle, Yomi reached his hand out again and began softly petting Hitsugi's hair, smiling when a small, contented groan rumbled from deep in Hitsugi's throat. It sounded almost like a purr in itself, and the guitarist shifted, his movements strangely fluid laced with felinity.
Feeling a strange sense of calm, Yomi leaned forward at a very uncomfortable angle to place a small kiss on Hitsugi's forehead. ﾂ"You're so adorable-so beautiful,ﾂ" Yomi whispered, confessing the words he didn't dare say to the guitarist when he was awake. He could tell that Hitsugi was truly asleep this time; there was no telltale blush staining his cheeks at the compliment.