Author: Vienna
E-mail: wicca_willow2000@hotmail.com
Pairing(s): Kawada/Kiriyama, Mimura/Sugimura
Rating: PG-13, nothing very graphic
Author's notes: A slightly AU fic which was inspired by a discussion with nakiko, so it's all her fault, really. It's slashy and quite possibly insane, so consider yourselves duely warned ^_^
Unexpected
The music was so loud it was almost making Shuya sick, not to mention the heavy cloud of smoke that engulfed the three of them as they stood in the doorway, hesitant and slightly frightened. Well, Shuya felt frightened, anyway; how the other two felt it was impossible to know. Hiroki's face was devoid of any expression, save for a slight look of digust in his eyes - this was obviously not a place where he liked to be. Shinji, on the other hand, was smiling. Smiling, of all things.
Shuya turned to him, pulling on his sleeve like a little lost child, feeling half desperate. He had to shout to eve nget Shinji's attention, and for him to hear anything at all, Shuya had to pull him close, almost screaming into his ear. "Are you completely sure about this?"
Shinji just smiled even wider at the exasperated face in front of him, and nodded firmly, walking into the room. Shuya hesitated for as long as he could, really not wanting to get himself into this, but when Hiroki shrugged and followed Shinji, Shuya didn't have the courage to walk back home all by himself. This neighbourhood wasn't the best in the world for a boy like him, after all.
Faces turned in their direction as they slowly made their way towards the center, Shinji looking confident while the two others were a bit more apprehensive. The music seemed to get just louder and louder, the lights flickering on and off, barely outlining the bodies that were on stage. They found a few empty seats and sat down, Shuya focusing more on Shinji than on anything else. He felt that if he could only stay close to Shinji and Hiroki, he'd probably come out of this alive and in one piece. Probably.
Forcing himself to sit still, even though he couldn't relax, he turned his attention to the stage. The light in the rest of the room was turned down now, the music different, the bass more insistent. Shuya took a couple of deep breaths and turned his head as he heard Shinji actually giggle beside him. When did he ever giggle? Smile and laugh, yes, but giggle? It wasn't as if the all-knowing wiseass of their class was some 13-year-old girl, after all.
The sudden surge that went through the crowd made Shuya look back up on the stage, eyes widening as he did. There were only one guy there, but what a guy! He was dressed in skin-tight black leather pants and a black and orange shirt that was showing off every muscle he had and perfectly complimenting his skin, and an orange bandanna tied around his head. Okay, so it wasn't that outrageous, really, even though the leather pants almost made Shuya dizzy. But in addition to the outfit, the guy wore ink black eyeliner and mascara, which oddly enough looked amazing on him.
"Welcome," he said, apparently enjoying having all the attention on himself, all eyes on him. "Welcome to our humble little corner of the city, I hope you will all be enjoying yourselves tonight at our monthly open stage night! I also hope that there's some fresh, young talent out there - I think I see some on the first row, actually." The guy smiled seductively at Shuya, who blinked and looked at Shinji on his left and Hiroki on his right, but none of them were paying any attention to his exasperation.
"But first thing's first," the guy on stage purred on as the music changed again, becoming slower now. "Allow me to introduce myself and my.... companion." As he said that, another guy walked onto the stage, slowly and deliberately. Shuya hadn't seen him at first, but he had to have been there all the time, one with the shadows.
"My name is Kawada, and this...." He pointed lazily towards the one further back on the stage, "is Kiriyama." At the, the other stepped forwards, sneering slightly. He was a stunning sight, perhaps even more than Kawada. Dressed in a sleek, black silk suit he looked elegant and expensive, and stood out in sharp contrast to Kawada, who seemed much cruder and less refined. Shuya almost smiled at that thought. How refined could a guy be if he was in a place like this?
The answer came as Kawada lunged out, grabbing Kiriyama's wrists and pulling him close. Kiriyama hissed, seemingly not to fond of being handled like that, although he willingly stepped closer, allowing the slightly taller and more muscular Kawada to do whatever he wanted. And what Kawada wanted...... Completely unaffected by the large crowd watching in near-silence, Kawada put two fingers underneath Kiriyama's well-defined chin, turning his face upwards. Before Shuya could even start contemplating getting the hell out of that place, Kawada had leaned down, brutally smothering Kiriyama's mouth with his own.
Shuya's mouth dropped open in amazement, and again he heard Shinji giggle next to him, but this time he didn't turn his head at all. The couple on stage seemed unaware of the crowd; Kawada now un-buttoning Kiriyama's silk shirt, but then changing his mind and ripping it open instead. The strange thing was that Kiriyama didn't even seem to mind the harsh treatment, if anything, he was enjoying it. At least that was what the soft little moans and impatient hisses told Shuya.
After what seemed like infinity, Kawada broke the kiss that had deepened with every passing moment. His face slightly flushed, he turned to the crowd, who broke out in applause. He smiled and bowed, still holding Kiriyama's right wrist tightly, not allowing the other to move away at all. Kiriyama looked out over the crowd as well, but was uninterested in it. The torn shirt reavealed his stomach and chest, both perfectly toned, and quite frankly beautiful, even though Shuya didn't like admitting that he was thinking that thought.
"But, as much as I know you all love to watch the two of us," Kawada winked at the crowd, who cheered back at him, "this is, after all, open stage night, which means that anyone who feels like it can come on stage and do pretty much whatever they want - and they'll get richly paid for it, the payment depending on how much I, and my little sulky darling, enjoy the show you're putting on. So, on you go, my little pretties."
With that, Kawada simply left the stage, pretty much dragging Kiriyama along with him. The music became faster and louder again, as if daring someone to take the stage after the two who owned it. Shuya shook his head to try to erase the things he had just witnessed. Why on earth would Shinji take them to a place like this? Come to think about it, Hiroki hadn't really objected, at least not as much as he himself had, but still. What were they doing here, other than being shocked?
"Come on." A voice near his ear told him, the breath brushing past his neck. After a moment's confusion, Shuya realised that the voice was Shinji's, who had stood up from his seat. Shinji smiled at the expression on Shuya's face, surprise and shock mixed with just a little hint of aroused digust. "What?" He couldn't say anything else, his mind trying to comprehend what Shiji was saying.
Shinji sighed, tripping with impatience. "I said come on. We need money, right? Well, this is one of the easiest ways I know. You don't even have to do anything, just come on up to the stage with us. The guys in here..... They appreciate something pretty. And, well, you're our pretty-boy." He smiled, looking down at Shuya, and then over at Hiroki, who had gotten out of his chair as well.
"What the....?" Shuya wasn't sure he really heard what he did, but when Shinji tugged on his hand, he firmly shook his head, absolutely refusing to go up on that stage. There was no way in hell he'd do that. No way. And the thought of Shinji and Hiroki on that stage seemed very, very wrong to him as well, no matter if they had never done it before or if they had done it a hundred times.
Still, when the crowd cheered as Shinji and Hiroki jumped up on the stage, Shuya couldn't help but remain seated, even though he had every intention of leaving. There was just something intriguing about the whole atmosphere, and there was obviously many htings he still didn't know about two of his closest friends. So, with an apprehensive look around, he decided to stay where he was. It was probably safer anyway.
Up on the stage, Shinji nodded to someone in the back, and a different song came on, a slow and sensual one, which in some odd way suited Shinji. Maybe not the everyday "Third Man" Shinji, but definitely the new Shinji that now was walking towards Hiroki, looking like he had something very specific in mind. And Shuya, Shuya found that he could hardly look away from Shinji at all.
The boy walking with predatory steps looked nothing like the one Shuya was used to seeing in school every day. He was wearing black pants and a black shirt, both outlining and enhancing every attractive feature Shinji had, and admittedly, they weren't few. His trademark earring glinted in the flickering lights, a slight smile on his face, dark eyes set firmly on Hiroki.
Hiroki, who was just standing there, waiting. Strong and silent as ever, but the expression in his eyes gave him away, at least to the ones who knew him well. "And I always thought Hiroki was into Chigusa," Shuya though, feeling dumbfounded by all this new information and impressions branding themselves into his mind.
Shinji reached Hiroki, but didn't touch the other boy, or do anything else in particular, for that matter. He just stood still for a moment, then walked slowly around Hiroki, steps haunted, wary. Starting a second turn around Hiroki, Shinji reached out his hand, letting it glide simply along Hiroki's chest, shoulders and back - the simple movement making Shuya shudder.
In a sudden movement Hiroki turned and repeated Kawada's earlier action; ripped Shinji's shirt open, the buttons popping. In the crowd there was a kind of a satisfied gasp, and Shuya was brought back to the harsh reality. The reality where they were in a club where they really shouldn't be, and he was watching two of his best friends strip on-stage. Shuya shook his head, but still couldn't look away from the two up there. There was something hypnotic about them, or maybe that was just because he knew them both so well.
The music was seductive; egging Shinji on, egging Hiroki on - daring them to go further, just further. Shinji slowly let his shirt slide off, falling to the floor without sound as the crowd now watched in the loudest silence Shuya had ever experienced. Leaning his head back, closing his eyes, Shinji showed off his chest and arms, Hiroki never once taking his eyes off the other. Deliberately, he reached out his hand, letting his fingers trail from Shinji's neck, down over his chest and stomach, up again to slightly tease Shinji's right nipple, before he gently took hold of Shinji's neck, pulling him closer.
Shuya licked his lips, still just staring along with everyone else in the room as Shinji willingly stepped closer to Hiroki, being led by the other. Almost excrutiatingly slow, so slow that even Shuya started to wish they would just hurry the fuck up, Shinji's and Hiroki's faces movied closer to each other. When their lips finally met, it was in cue with the music, as if they had done this many times before, and were merely performing a practised number. Yet Shuya thought it was amazing, seeing the two of them together like this. Completely unexpected, completely out of reality, complete insane and completely fascinating to watch.
On stage, Hiroki pushed Shinji away again, lips parting. Shinji pouted, reaching out to Hiroki, but got refused. Hiroki pushed him further away, then turned to the crowd as Shinji stood in the background, upper body revealed and oogled at by pretty much everyone in the room.
"What do you think, Kawada?" Hiroki asked loudly. Shuya turned his head, almost forcibly, to look at the... the.... whatever he was. Kawada smiled, Kiriyama still at his side, his shirt off now as well, and Shuya could have sworn he saw bitemarks on his shoulder. "We want more, darlings," Kawada yelled up at Hiroki, clapping, and the crowd joined in, cheering and clapping.
Hiroki bowed slightly, and briefly looked at Shuya as he turned his attention back to Shinji, who was standing still, looking slightly sulky. Apparently, and not really surprisingly, Shinji didn't like being cut off. With a sneer that much resembled Kiriyama's from earlier on, he took a few steps forward and forcibly pulled off Hiroki's sweater, making them equivalents again, both now bare-chested in the half-dark.
As their lips met again, harder now, more insistent, Shuya found that he had troubles breathing. A clearly insane part of him wished he could have been up there, up with them, but no. That wasn't his deal. He wasn't into that. And up until now, he had thought that Tsukioka was the only one in their class that was into it.
"Evidently he isn't....." he thought, though forming thoughts was strangely difficult, and he shrugged slightly and convinced himself that there was nothing wrong in just watching. They were the ones that brought him here, after all. Exactly why they had done that escaped his mind at that moment, because on stage Shinji had decided to explore more of Hiroki's body, licking and kissing and touching his way over Hiroki's hard chest. As he bit down on Hiroki's nipple, Hiroki groaned, just loud enough for Shuya to hear. The sound sent chills through him, and he took a deep breath, trying to get control of himself, trying to tear his eyes away.
Shinji moved up again, his mouth hungrily seeking Hiroki's, they had forgotten all about the crowd, it seemed. The kiss now was passionate, deep, and Shuya actually blushed as he saw the heavy use of tongues involved. Oddly enough, Hiroki seemed to be the one in control, tugging at Shinji's belt while they were kissing, undoing it, throwing it to the audience.
He proceeded to unzip Shinji's pants, struggling with pulling them down. Shinji laughed, a hoarse laugh none like the one he used to display at Yutaka's jokes, and backed away from Hiroki. Turning towards the crowd, he slowly took off his pants, tossing them at Shuya. The crowd whistled, excited, as Shinji now was dressed in only black, tight silk boxers. Exactly when he had got rid of his shoes and socks were beyond Shuya, nor did he care all that much.
Hiroki came up behind Shinji and let his hands slide over Shiji's chest, teasing and stroking and pinching, making Shinji moan. He leaned back against Hiroki, closing his eyes, biting his lip. Hiroki leaned down slightly, leaving a trail of kisses along Shinji's neck, biting down just above his collarbone.
Shuya shifted in his chair. The lights, the music, the image of his friends up on stage, doing what they were doing.... It was making him dizzy, making his throat feel tight, making his head spin. It didn't really make sense. He should be digusted, or at least shocked, but he wasn't. Not at all, as a matter of fact. He only felt incredibly hot, and without thinking, he pulled off his sweater, leaving him in his T-shirt, hair dishevelled.
Judging by the crowd's reaction, they had seen this before, in more or less the same fashion. And as Hiroki was backing away from Shinji after a long, deep kiss, the crowd booed and hissed, sensing that the show was already over. Shuya concentrated on breathing, not sure what would happen if he started contemplating whether he wanted them to continue or not.
No matter what he might want or not want, Hirko backed away into the shadows of the stage, and came down to sit next to Shuya again. Shuya turned his head and raised one eyebrow, trying his best to smile. Hiroki didn't offer much in return, just a half-smile and a shrug. Okay, so he apparently wouldn't explain what the hell they were doing up there.
Shinji picked up his shirt from the floor and threw it on before he jumped elegantly off stage and walked over to Kawada, the crowd parting before him as if he was Moses. He was quite the sight in the flickering disco-lights, only dressed in black silk, which didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. Shuya couldn't help but stare at Shinji as he bent his head close to Kawada's, the two of them dicussing animatedly. After a little while, Kawada nodded and handed Shinji some money, and he turned and came over to Shuya and Hiroki, sitting down with a big, satisfied grin on his face.
"Check it out, we got more than last time!" He showed the money to the others, hten turned to Shuya, who had given up on thinking for the night, and just looked back at Shinji. "Do ya think I could have my pants back?" Shinji asked, eyes moving down to the pants that Shuya still held on to for no good reason.
Snapping out of it, Shuya nodded and handed them to Shinji. "Sure thing," he said, voice not near as steady as he had hoped. Quickly, Shinji got into the pants again, also putting on his socks and shoes. Hiroki had gotten dressed again as well, and both of them seemed anxious to leave again. "W-what? We aren't staying?" Shuya asked as the two others got up, ready to go.
Pulling on Shuya's arm, Shinji laughed. "Are you insane? Staying here after doing a show like that? I don't really enjoy being oogled and hit on by drunken men all night. One guy, or maybe two if it's the right ones, is more than enough for me, thank you. Now come on." Shuya didn't exactly have much of a choice, and got up as well, his knees feeling weak.
Making their way out of the club again, Shuya could feel all the looks that graced the three of them. Kawada had taken the stage again, seemingly unhappy with their leaving. "Aww, are you leaving so soon? Just getting off anf getting your money and then you wander off again, huh? Is this really what the world is coming to? Oh well, then, you will just have to be happy with yours truly to look at and think of in the dark hours of the night when...."
As they stumbled out the door, Shuya more unsteady than the two others, Kawada's voice trailed off behind them. Shinji laughed loudly, making the people right outside the door look oddly at them, but he never did care about what people thought about him.
Taking Hiroki's hand, pulling him along into a run, Shinji continued to laugh, yelling back to Shuya. "Hurry up, will you? The night is young and we have money. You haven't seen anything yet, baby!" With that, he paused for a second, briefly kissing Hiroki before running on.
Shaking his head, Shuya couldn't do much but to break into a run as well, trying to catch up with them. He didn't even dare to think about what the rest of the night would bring.
~End~