Koketsu ni irazunba koji o ezu (shuichi-kun x mina)

[Shuichi-kun]

* Koketsu ni irazunba koji o ezu = you can't do anything without risking something.

Akio leaned over, elbows placed out against the bar top for the sake of support. If it weren't for that...and the handy dandy stool that was cushioning his rear...chances were he would be flat on his back and the laughing stock of the other men that had gathered to drink their cares away. Or maybe, they wouldn't notice. That was more likely. In a place like this, where the music was loud, and a constant cloud of smoke hung heavy in the air, talk was cheap. People had only one thing on their minds when they set foot in the Blue Moon -- and that was a night filled with illicit, at times illegal sex.

The blond himself couldn't say he was interested. No. Unfortunately, his heart was taken. By a very special guy. The ironic thing being, of course, that this special guy was utterly unattainable. Didn't, in fact, know he existed. Oh woe, wasn't that always the case? But never fear! The young sociopath's luck was about to take a sharp turn off the road of dull and onto more exciting avenues; boy, that little ol' granny, the 60-some-year-old woman who was currently flashing her doughy bosom off to the males that glanced her way...well, she'd better watch herself, or she was gonna get mowed down.

Akio was out of his chair fast enough to knock the damn thing over. He had never moved so fast. He had never had reason to, unless you counted that one time, a few years back when he was still in school and he had set fire to the teacher's desk after hours...

After putting the bar stool back to rights he redirected his sharp amethyst gaze in the direction of what he thought was...no, who he thought might be...no, no, no, seriously? He would be here? Of all places? Why? As these questions fired off, one after another, in his mind, he was on the move, edging through the clouds of cigarette smoke to draw closer to the man who couldn't possibly be who he thought he was. Couldn't possibly be Eiri Yuki. Akio wouldn't be that lucky, he thought...and Yuki, Yuki shouldn't be that unlucky. Should he?

Before he knew it, the young male was standing directly behind the elusive author, his current fixation. He was just inches away. And the impulse to reach out and touch was damn near impossible to ignore...

Tongue darting out, he licked his suddenly dry lips, looking for all the world like an oddly flustered Shuichi Shindou. He blinked his amethyst eyes. Shuichi's eyes. And he smiled, hesitantly. Shuichi's smile. Slowly, he leaned in. His chest almost came into contact with the writer's back as he did so -- almost, oh, almost, but not quite -- and when he spoke, it was with his mouth right by the other man's ear, with hot breath playing out warmly against cool skin. "Yuki..."

 

[Mina]

Most of the time, Eiri Yuki preferred to be alone. He hated the boisterous and cacophonous noise of bustling crowds, and above all, he despised packed places like malls, amusement parks, or clubs. Why was he here ? In the afternoon, when it wasn't so overpopulated, he snuck in the underground bar to enjoy a refreshing alcoholic drink to set off his evening. The Blue Moon club was the only place that admitted public smoking in this particular neighborhood, so Yuki lit one or two cigarettes and spent most of his hours there, never coming to realize that this hangout would soon be inhabited by people he wouldn't want to associate himself with. But by then, the romance novelist was weakly succumbing to his overdose of tipsy drinks, worsening his condition by placing more glasses of alcohol on his tab. After a few minutes, Yuki's jacket was slipped off of his shoulders and carelessly hung on the edge of the counter. Plus, the top two buttons of his collared shirt were popped open, revealing his sweat-slick chest heaving underneath.

He loathed this heat. He also didn't like the woman next to him. Why she thought she could perch next to him uninvited, he didn't know, but he wasn't in the proper mental condition to really care. The near-dormant section of his buzzed brain was telling him that she was uglier than a deformed hog, but his lips only moved in time to hers. After their messy smooch, he sloppily wiped the smeared lipstick off of his lips with the scarf portion of her attire. She didn't seem to mind, but scandalously explored his torso with her scrawny hands, sneakily attempting to earn herself a pleasant orgasm or two. Her efforts were admirable, but to Yuki, they were only signs of desperation and worthlessness. He rattled his drink for the bartender to re-fill his glass, hanging his head as if he was deprived of physical and mental strength in general.

She asked him to dance, but he coldly and completely smacked her away, ignoring her witch-like cries as she fell from the stool. Women were so bothersome. They only made for a few good times in bed, but otherwise, they weren't worth the attention. Besides, she was too clingy. If he possessed the will to do so, he'd button up his flimsy black jacket again, but for the heck of the temperature inside this god damned place, he left it open. When the bartender returned with his filled tangy drink, he took one manly swig and slapped the empty glass on the wooden counter, tinkling the ice cubes inside of it. He probably drank enough to keep him in bed for the next few days, but he felt so damned great. He also needed to take care of his raging hormones ( he swore someone mixed a bit of aphrodisiac into his drinks ).

Then, as if God answered his silent plea for help, a familiar voice sent tingling sensations up his spine, causing him to flinch. That voice undoubtedly belonged to Shuichi, but the writer knew better than to believe that his lover was here of all places. Bad Luck did perform in club-esque places, but innocent Shuichi was out of the question. Twisting his body around, he turned to face a ... blond counterpart of his boyfriend, standing there in all of his Shuichi-like glory. " What, " he grumbled, half shocked with disbelief, " ... What the hell are you doing here ? " Even though he was drunk out of his mind, he wasn't stupid enough to not notice his changed hair color. Maybe he was being affected by the amount of alcohol he had, but Yuki blinked twice before he mentally confirmed that it was his Shuichi Shindou he was staring at. The resemblance was accurate apart from the hue of his hair.​

 

[Shuichi-kun]

"Looking for you of course!" Akio huffed, taking care to raise his words in pitch. It surprised even him how similar their voices were - his and Shuichi Shindou's. They were near identical even in that way, though he had to abandon his usually lower tone in favor of a more hyper model. "I was sitting at home..." Though an apartment rented for their stay in America hardly constituted home, he said it anyway, recalling briefly reading an interview where the pink haired pop singer had fervently insisted that home was wherever his lover was. "...bored out of my mind. I even cooked dinner and you didn't come..."

His forced his amethyst eyes to widen just a hair, and in them was reflected a kind of mock hurt. "Why didn't you come home Yuki? I was worried~." He lowered his head, blond strands falling haphazardly over his forehead, and buried his face against the author's pale as cream skin. He felt that it was so warm, so soft...and he wanted to lick it, so he did, daring again to dart his tongue out, this time to drag the warm muscle along the hollow of his 'lover's throat. "I got lonely without you...and the dinner was getting cold."

By then, several people had stopped to stare. Even in America, the states that called themselves the land of the free, homosexuality wasn't something that was often taken lightly when witnessed in public. Akio's defiance to their startled stares excited him, turned him on so that he could feel his cock rapidly hardening in his jeans. That, he pressed lightly to Yuki's side, allowing him to feel his firmness while exerting careful control over himself. He wanted to appear needy; not demanding.

 

[Mina]

If he wasn't so knocked up with alcohol right now, Yuki would have been able to see the difference between his beloved Shuichi and the impostor standing before him, but he didn't have the ability to so at the moment. He and this strange blond whom he misidentified as his lover were exactly the same; almost like biological twins. Snapping out of his hazy state for a few seconds, he ruffled the other's hair, slumping his posture against the twirling chair with a hiccup, " Should've stayed home, twerp. Who do you think I am ? Your husband ? " He chuckled heartily to himself at that thought, focusing his zoned out glare on the boy standing there, refusing to budge as if he was some kind of a stubborn hallucination that wouldn't vanish. There was no way that Shuichi could track him down all the way here ... but then again, he did smash into walls to rescue him at random intervals ...

" So clingy- you should've just sat at home and watched television or something- ... " he growled, picking up another cigarette from his withdrawn box to light it up at the spot. Smoking relaxed him, and if the nicotine fog hanging in the club air wasn't enough, he needed more than several doses. Eiri Yuki was such a mess right now, so it didn't matter whether his reputation went down with him tonight, he was only concerned with feeling amazing and throwing his gathered stresses away. Now that Shuichi was here for some odd reason, he couldn't find a better escape from his troubles. " You look better as a blond. " he haphazardly stated, running his lanky fingers through the other's golden locks. Studying Akio's face for a split second, he soon glanced down where his groin met his side, then smirked.

" Hn, " he grumbled, sliding off of the stool. Wrapping an arm around his lover's shoulders, he leaned in to peck the other's lips, pulling away without another word. Then, after leading him away from the bustling and sweating crowd, he headed for the stairs that led to the ground floor, hiccuping, " ... Should get you home. You shouldn't have come here- ... " But then again, his intentions were to drive to the nearest motel and possibly get himself a good lay. It was possible. He'd felt that unmistakable erection growing along his hip a few seconds ago ... In one swift motion, he had him out of the thundering club, sloppily limping about half-way to his parked car. He stamped a hand on the hood of his vehicle, slightly snarling at his sudden physical weakness, " Damn, aren't there any motels around here ? "​