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21 February 2007 @ 10:27 pm
 
Who: Ryuichi, K, Tohma and Yuki
What: Talking about the fate of NG
Where: A Club/Bar
When: Wednesday, 12 January 1991. 9PM.
Rating: R Just to be Safe
Status: Incomplete.


Multi-colored lights flashed from the ceiling and the walls, bodies pressed together contorting to the pulsating beat of the too loud music. From the door one stood on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, the bar nestled in one corner raised above the dance floor by several feet and squared off by chrome bars from the writhing bodies. Used to maneuvering about in the near dark while wearing sunglasses, Ryuichi made his way down the stairs and towards the bar, getting bumped and groped as he weaved through the crowd. None seemed to recognize him or even care, which is exactly what he wanted right now. He’d left the 'genius' behind in my apartment and was just plain old Ryuichi out looking for a good time.

Making it to the bar, he slipped between the pressed bodies and ordered scotch on the rocks from a pretty woman with her hair done up in two orange and gold pigtails framing her heart shaped face. Placing the glass in front of him, she lingered a bit, brown eyes widening as he dipped his finger in the amber liquor and licked the digit clean. She giggled, leaning forward enough so he could whisper in her ear but another customer dragged her away before she could answer him. Sighing at the loss, he turned to watch the gyrating bodies, the drink in hand.
 
 
 
ebrius_doctoris on March 20th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
... well, that was something completely unexpected for the sixteen-year-old youth -- making a very, very lewd suggestion only to have it be taken seriously. He was more startled at first but who was he to deny a blow job, and a good one at that.

And maybe, just... maybe... he hadn't had as much experience as he claimed to have, once again heightening his sensation as his hands slid into the mop of fine, blond hair and gripped, back pressed to the wall, hips as still as he could keep them in the rareness of sympathy for the other -- or perhaps a paranoia of a 'biting' accident, something that happened twice before.

Already, a few people skittered away, odd, horrified and disgusted glances thrown in his direction to which he could only smirk.

Yes. Commando was a good idea, and this was an excellent one.
Tohma Seguchi: Smexy0acciaccatura0 on March 20th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
The firm hand messed in his hair only served to further spurn him on. To meet him Tohma's hands gripped the outsides of Yuki's thighs to steady himself (and to hold back the obviously zealous brunet.)

Tohma's eyes left the others for a while, he lowered them seemingly to concentrate on getting the other off.

The voices behind him were nothing more than white noise; annoying but ultimately drowned out by the beat of the baseline in his ears (or was it his heart? Now he wasn't sure which was beating harder or louder).
ebrius_doctoris on March 20th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
His fingers tightened as his head lowered, chin pressed just above his sternum as he quivered settled by only the stillness the other instigated with his hands. The blond was good, and that would be an understatement. To play upon pun, it was mind blowing.

"Tohma," he breathed, the name sliding with ease off his lips as he groaned, grunted once, trembled further.

Underworld, "Moaner."

He wouldn't last to the end of the song. He was betting as soon as they got to the "I'm milk in your plastic" bit that he'd get off. The reflection of not having a condom came to mind, a slight concern out of habit though he had been tested, and drug Tohma along with him.. or was it the other way around.

[i]And the girls are up to something animal...
Animal boy thing,
Girl, up on the roof again,
boy thing...[/i]

So close. He wondered if Tohma liked getting shot in the face because a cum covered Tohma would be even hotter... then again, the last time he tried that resulted in his 'girlfriend' tying him up and shoving a large toy up his rectum... something he didn't exactly object to and immensely enjoyed.

"God, Fuck, Tohma.."
blondbombshellk on March 20th, 2007 11:09 pm (UTC)
After some extensive viewing of the crowd, blue eyes settled on a familiar head of blonde hair and sighed. Easing his way through the crowd, he took light steps towards the two figures ahead of him. For once, he was glad he had beaten Ryuichi to the punch, after all, he’d rather find a clean Tohma than a dirty one, but then again that was far from promising.

All he had to do was follow the stares and treated them like a trail of breadcrumbs. Pausing a few inches away from them, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. Figuring the incognito approach would be better than shouting the blonde boy’s name and having Ryuichi come over at the wrong time.

“Pardon me for interrupting,” he began, adjusting his glasses as they glinted under the flashing lights.
ebrius_doctoris on March 20th, 2007 11:22 pm (UTC)
The boy groaned, this time not in one-hundred percent ecstasy. The fuck? Just... the fuck?

His head lifted, eyes opened though his cheeks were flushed as he gave a hazy smile.

"Why hello there," he replied. "If you don't mind, I'm getting a killer blow job and will be for the next..." He glanced down, fingers sliding from the man's scalp to massage his ear lobes, trace his cheeks, then smooth up again, "-ten minutes."
blondbombshellk on March 20th, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
K sighed as he fished out his 9mm and aimed it at Kitazawa, “I’m kind of in a hurry, so lower the gun and nobody gets hurt.” He said, serious as he stared down at Tohma and inched the nozzle closer to Kitazawa’s head, “Tohma, Ryuichi is currently in search mode, just thought I’d let you know.” He said and made sure that Kitazawa could feel the chill of metal.

“Once he finds you, our game is over.”
Tohma Seguchi: Becoming0acciaccatura0 on March 20th, 2007 11:59 pm (UTC)
Tohma's eyes were on Yuki's, sympathetic eyes flashed with anger as they surveyed the long, familiar barrel pointed at the man's head. He slid his lips from Yuki's cock, and spat his mouths contents at the American's boot.

Tohma pushed himself to his feet using the wall as leverage. Sharp, narrowed eyes were turned on the tall man. "Do I ever interrupt you, Mister K?"
blondbombshellk on March 21st, 2007 12:12 am (UTC)
His eye twitched visibly out the corner of his shades, “No, you don’t. Although, I must inform you Tohma, that I wouldn’t interrupt you unless I had a damn good reason.” He countered, keeping the gun firmly in place and made a face when the contents from Tohma's mouth splattered all over his boots.

“Frankly, I’m doing this for Ryuichi. Not for myself.” He added and brushed his boot off with the bottom of the other.
ryuxmrbear on March 21st, 2007 12:17 am (UTC)
Off on the other side of the club, Ryuichi frowned as he ran a hand threw his hair. His search so far had turned up nothing and he couldn't drop the idea that K had beaten him to Tohma. What a drag that would be. Turning around he crossed his arms as his eyes scanned the crowd before him, trying to spot anyone he knew.