by Minhkie

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“Hak-!” Yoshiki attempted slide down the wall to escape the vocalist’s grasp, but Hakuei kept his grip on the older man’s wrists firm.

“Yo-chan…If you bring me to boring parties like this…I have to make my own fun, don’t I?” The blonde vocalist paused for only a moment before returning to his assault on Yoshiki’s lips. He pushed his body closer to the other man’s, so that he could release his grip on one wrist and make better use of his hand by gently running his fingers up and down the drummer’s inner thighs.

Yoshiki fought to control himself as he unwillingly moaned in response to his lover’s actions. He should have known the night would come to this – bringing Hakuei to the opening of a new LA nightclub where he knew no-one but himself would almost certainly lead to trouble. It wasn’t helped by the fact that Hakuei was also made easily jealous by the admiring glances women were constantly giving Yoshiki, this often resulting in Hakuei making very public displays of affection to show Yoshiki was –his-.

Suddenly he was aware of fingers discreetly undoing the buttons of his pants.

“HAKUEI! No!! Not here!” Yoshiki struggled furiously, not wanting to let the pleasure reach a point whereby it overwhelmed sensible thought.

The vocalist stopped, smirking at the other man.

“You really want me to stop? Now?” He idly trailed a finger across the front of Yoshiki’s pants. “Because from the feel of things…Your body isn’t agreeing with what you’re saying.”

Yoshiki looked at him, exasperated. This guy sure wasn’t shy. “We’re in a nightclub! Opening night! There’s media everywhere, and you want to screw me in the cloakroom? Haven’t you got –any- modesty?”

Hakuei’s eyebrows flew up. He thought about saying something about people who publish nude photobooks of themselves have no right to lecture on modesty, but thought the better of it, and simply stalked off.

The drummer looked after him dazedly. He hadn’t meant – or expected – the blonde to take his words so harshly. Quickly, he followed him out into the throng of people on the dance floor. Threading his way through the crowd, he chased Hakuei as he headed towards the door. Through the haze of smoke and lights, he lost sight of him. He made it out the door into the cool night air, and was somewhat surprised to find the vocalist sitting waiting for him in the car.

Yoshiki headed for the Ferrari and climbed into the front seat. “Ha- ” One glance at the other man made Yoshiki stop mid sentence. He knew that look. And he knew not to mess with Hakuei when he was wearing it.

Sighing, he put the car into gear and headed out onto the road. The traffic was bad for that time of night, and he was tired and frustrated. Not a good combination, especially with the man beside him keeping up an unusually cold silence. They stopped at the traffic lights; Hakuei quietly undid his seatbelt and Yoshiki absent-mindedly looked out the window, making mental lists of the things he had to get done this week. Suddenly, a low moan escaped his lips. Once again, his thoughts had momentarily distracted him from the vocalist’s actions.

Hakuei, in a split second, had once again undone the drummer’s pants, and leant across the car. Yoshiki moaned as he felt the warmth of the vocalist’s mouth envelope him. One lick from the blonde was enough to get Yoshiki as aroused as he had been moments ago in the club.

“Hakuei…I’m trying to drive…” stammered out the drummer between gasps, as Hakuei licked the tip before taking it all in his mouth. Yoshiki hadn’t noticed that the lights had changed until the car behind him began honking furiously, and he had no choice but to put his foot on the accelerator and attempt to drive straight. He could see Hakuei’s head bobbing faster and faster and as his suction became more intense, Yoshiki desperately tried to concentrate on the traffic around him as waves of pleasure began pulsating through his body.

They stopped at the next lights, and Yoshiki gripped tightly onto the steering wheel as he moaned in ecstasy. Hakuei drank him up, licking the drops that had escaped him up with the tip of his tongue. The people in the car next to them looked curiously as Yoshiki leaned forwards, breathing heavily. Hakuei put his head up, licked his lips, and smiled at them. He leaned towards Yoshiki and placed soft, wet kisses along his cheek bone. He sucked on his earlobe, tugging gently, before whispering huskily “If you thought that was good…Just you wait till I give you the rest of your punishment when we get home.” With a smug smile, he slid back to his seat, buckled on his seatbelt, and went back to ignoring Yoshiki as if nothing had happened.

Yoshiki watched in confusion as Hakuei plopped himself down on the couch and switched on the TV. As yet, the blonde’s threats of punishment had come to nothing - if anything, Hakuei was being more distant then he had been in the car! Yoshiki shook his head and wandered into the bedroom. Sighing, he slipped off his jacket and dumped it on the floor. He glanced back out the door; Hakuei hadn’t even seemed to have noticed he’d left the room, he noted, pouting. Stepping into the bathroom, he turned on the tap, and splashed the cool water onto his face. He reached blindly for a towel, and buried his face into soft material.

Suddenly, Yoshiki felt a finger slowly run up his spine. He froze.

“Mmm…Yo-chan…be a good boy, and keep your eyes shut.”

Yoshiki felt the towel being gently tugged from his grasp, and replaced by a soft piece of material that was tied securely around his head, keeping his eyes tightly shut.

Hakuei slowly turned the drummer around, and taking both his hands, led him back to the bedroom. He stopped, running his hands across Yoshiki’s chest lightly. All of a sudden, he pinched one nipple, then the other, causing Yoshiki to cry out in pain. Hakuei smiled, letting his fingers find their way to the buttons on the shirt, undoing them one by one until he could gently push the shirt off the other man’s shoulders. He turned Yoshiki around once more, and pushed him down on to the bed, quickly straddling his waist before the older man had a chance to react. Yoshiki whimpered slightly under him, partly from frustration, partly from a vague fear of what Hakuei could get up to. He felt his arms being pulled above his head, and another piece of soft material binding his wrists to the end of the bed.

“Hakuei…” whispered Yoshiki in a low voice, tinged with nervousness. “What are you doing?”

Yoshiki was used to being in control of most things. He wasn’t sure he liked this.

Hakuei placed a hand over his lover’s mouth.

“Shush! No more questions, or I’ll have to gag you too!” With that, he nimbly got off the bed, and Yoshiki heard his footsteps disappear.

It seemed like hours. Hours and hours since the sound of Hakuei’s footsteps had vanished down the hall. Worse, he was –sure- he had heard of the front door clicking shut. Surely…Surely Hakuei wouldn’t just leave him half naked, blindfolded and tied to the bed for the night? Then again…He had seemed more then a little annoyed, and he –had- mentioned a ‘punishment’. But what kind of a punishment was this? If he remembered rightly, although the state he had been in when Hakuei had whispered in his ear may have meant that he had misheard, Hakuei had implied that the punishment would be –good-, and this definitely wasn’t!

Yoshiki attempted to struggle against the bonds keeping him attached to the bed, only to discover that although the material had felt soft, it was tied so tightly that the friction of his struggles was causing considerable pain.

Nervously, he ventured a soft calling of his lover’s name.

No response.

“Hakuei?” A little louder.

Silence.

“HAKUEI??” This time, his voice was laced with more then a little desperation.

Despite the lack of response, the drummer was about to yell for a fourth time, when a sound caught his ear. The door. This time he was –sure- it was the door.

He heard the familiar sounds of keys rattling and Hakuei humming under his breath. Then a rustle of plastic as Hakuei dropped something onto the floor. Then the tearing of cardboard.

Finally, he heard footsteps come towards him, and suddenly a warm body was pressed to his shivering one.

“Mmm…Yo-chan…A pity you’re shivering…” Hakuei rubbed his body against the man beneath him, before once again straddling his hips. “Because you’re about to get much, much, colder.” The vocalist leant forwards briefly to once more whisper something in his lover’s ear. “But don’t worry…I’m sure I can make you warm again.”

Hakuei traced his tongue around the earlobe, before abruptly sitting back up. Yoshiki gasped as something icy was twirled around his left nipple. Shortly after, a warm, moist tongue followed the same path as the icy feeling. The same action was repeated on his right nipple. Then, he could feel the coldness being traced down the middle of his chest to his belly button, where for a moment his tormentor allowed it to melt and pool slightly, before following the trail with his tongue and gently licking and sucking the icy feeling off the skin. Yoshiki moaned as the two contrasting feelings were continuously inflicted upon him, Hakuei tracing and licking patterns all over his chest.

“You want to taste what I can taste, Yo-chan?” Questioned the vocalist, innocently.

Yoshiki nodded numbly in response, his lips parted, gasping slightly.

Hakuei repeated his path down his lover’s chest once more, before plunging his tongue into Yoshiki’s parted lips. Yoshiki reacted fiercely, his tongue and lips trying to gain all the taste they could from the other man. He sucked gently on Hakuei’s lower lip, before letting the vocalist’s tongue roam his once more. He could taste Hakuei’s usual smokey scent, as well as a vague hint of sugary lemon.

Hakuei sat up once more, laughing softly as the drummer attempted to prolong the contact and follow his body up with his own, only to fall back down due to his restraints. “Yo-chan…” Began Hakuei, tracing circles around Yoshiki’s right nipple until it was hard under his touch. “I didn’t have a very good time tonight…And it does make me wonder…wonder what might happen when I’m back in Japan and you’re still here with all your admiring women?” Hakuei suddenly leant down and bit the nipple he had been playing with, causing Yoshiki to yelp, and then moan as the vocalist gently kissed and sucked the pain away. He pulled his own shirt off quickly, throwing it behind him onto the floor. He pressed his body down on his lover’s, bring his lips to his neck.

“Best let them know you’re mine,” he murmured, licking in the same spot until it was soft and wet. Without any warning, he bit down hard where his tongue had been teasing the hot skin, and sucked. Yoshiki’s muscles went tense with shock and he did all he could to prevent himself from yelling out in pain. But as Hakuei’s sharp nips and soft sucking and licking continued, the drummer felt himself become tense in a lower part of his body, as the vocalist’s ministrations became more and more arousing.

Hakuei smiled to himself, licking his lips. Beneath him, he could feel his lover becoming harder and harder, and on his tongue, he could taste Yoshiki, lemon, and a trace of blood. He gently kissed the inflamed area on the drummer’s neck once more.

Underneath him, Yoshiki moaned in frustration. “Haku-chan…I’m yours…I’m yours…stop punishing me and take me!!” He wriggled against his bonds, and the weight of the other’s body, desperately trying to free himself so he could touch Hakuei, pull him closer, feel him. Hakuei merely smirked.

“Patience Yo-chan, patience. You expected –me- to have patience at the club, didn’t you?”

Yoshiki made a noise that sounded suspiciously akin to a growl. Hakuei laughed and kissed his lips briefly.

Sliding down his lover’s body, Hakuei came to the top of his pants. For the third time that night, he undid the buttons – only this time, he received no words of protest from Yoshiki, and instead was rewarded with a slight whimper and a complaint that Hakuei was being a tease. He continued down the body, pulling the pants with him until they, like the shirts, were also on the floor. He stood up and removed the rest of his own clothing, all the while admiring the body writhing in front of him on the bed.

He smirked again, wondering if Yoshiki even –owned- any underwear.

He reached for the small tube he’d placed beside the bed earlier, and crawled back onto the bed, laying so that Yoshiki could feel his breath on his skin, but not touch him.

“So Yo-chan…Do you still want me to have some modesty?” he queried, as he let his fingers play with the hard nipples again, and trace their way further and further down Yoshiki’s torso. “Because…You know…If I was modest, my hand would have to stop –here-, wouldn’t it?” he teased, letting his hand rest where the top of Yoshiki’s pants had been.

“Hakueiii…” moaned Yoshiki “Stop being a tease, -stop- being modest, and just get on with it will you!”

Hakuei laughed. “If I’m to lose my modesty, I guess you don’t need this anymore –” he said, untying the blindfold. Yoshiki blinked at the dull light and shook his wrists at the vocalist questioningly. “Oh no. They’re fun. I like that. They can stay for now.” Without giving the other a moment to protest, he moved himself on top of Yoshiki, kissing him deeply, and let his hand go lower and lower until he was stroking Yoshiki, who began to gasp from the pleasure and the lack of oxygen Hakuei’s mouth was keeping him from. His lover could tell, as Yoshiki’s breathing grew faster and faster, in time with the strokes of his own hand, that the drummer was about to climax, and once more he took advantage of Yoshiki’s restraints and moved out of his reach completely.

“HAKUEI!!” Yoshiki cried out in anger and desire.

Hakuei merely ignored him, and unscrewed the lid on the tube and spread some of its contents onto his hands and then his own erection. He rolled Yoshiki onto his side, pushing his own body up close behind the other’s, and once more whispered in his ear. “It’s about time I had my fun, don’t you think?” With only this as warning, he thrust himself into Yoshiki.

Hakuei moaned as he felt Yoshiki around him, and laid hot kisses on the back of his neck. “Mmm…Maybe I can forgive you for being nasty to me before,” he murmured, as he began thrusting slowly. Yoshiki attempted to think up something clever in response, but could only manage a strangled gasp and whimper as an intense pleasure began to transcend the pain. He struggled again with his restraints, desperate to touch himself where Hakuei had been moments ago. The vocalist seemed to get the idea, reaching around and pumping Yoshiki with his hand at the same time as his thrusts. His movements became faster and faster and as the friction and intensity grew, he felt Yoshiki’s seed spill onto his hand only moments before he came inside his lover. Swallowing hard and panting lightly, he wrapped his arms tightly around the drummer, relishing in the feel of the hot, sweaty skin against his own.

“I told you I could make you warm again,” he murmured gently into the Yoshiki’s neck.

After a while, as their breathing slowed and their bodies began to cool, Hakuei reached up and undid the material around his lover’s wrists. He brought the lightly bruised and irritated skin to his lips, kissing it gently. Turning Yoshiki to face him, he moved in closer and once more placed a wet open-mouthed kiss on the inflamed bruised skin on his lover’s neck.

Now back in control of his arms, Yoshiki pulled Hakuei close, and placed kisses all over his neck and face before snuggling up to him.

“Hmm…How about we go to that club again tomorrow night?”

-owari-

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