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lotus_beauty) wrote2007-01-11 04:19 am
lotus_beauty) wrote2007-01-11 04:19 am
[Fic] Discretion 11: Complication
Title: Discretion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: R
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Discretion 10: Confession
Discretion 11: Complication
That had taken way too long. Ryuichi unlocked the door to his apartment as he mentally cursed his manager for making him stay for that stupid meeting. He rolled his eyes at the idiocy of it all and slipped his shoes off when he entered. Closing the door behind himself, he realized that no one was in the apartment. He frowned in confusion and stood there as he gazed around. Where the hell was Ryohei?
Someone gasped. Was that a moan he heard? Ryuichi stood still for a moment and heard sounds coming from another room. His frown deepened he followed his instinct and went straight to the bedroom. It couldn’t be…
Ryuichi stopped in the doorway and gaped in shock. He couldn’t believe it—his lover in the lap of another man, about to kiss him. A gasp escaped him before he could stop it and the two looked at him in surprise. He didn’t know what to do! Panic gripped him and he turned tail and ran from the apartment. Fear drove him as he bolted down the hall to the emergency staircase door which he burst through and started—wait! Ryuichi stopped three steps down the stairs as his brain started up the hamster wheel again. He was supposed to be home so he could meet Tachibana today. And if Ryohei’s descriptions and actions were any indication…
“Shit,” he cursed softly and closed his eyes. Damnit. He’d told himself he was ready! Ryuichi turned back to see Ryohei burst through the door, breathing heavily.
“Ryu,” Ryohei let the door shut behind him as he moved in.
“Who the hell was that?!” Ryuichi demanded, losing his temper a little.
“It was Keita,” the blonde started.
“Shit!” he cursed as he kicked the metal railing in frustration. “Damnit, Ryohei! You were supposed to wait!” Ryuichi stomped up the stairs as his anger flared. “You were supposed to—” he stopped as he watched his lover shrink back against the metal door in fear. This wasn’t right. He was scaring Ryohei. With a sigh, Ryuichi got a grip on his anger and tried again. “Ryohei, why didn’t you wait?”
“Are you mad at me?”
Ryuichi blinked in surprise as his lover’s eyes began to fill and his lip tremble. This was bad; Ryohei never cried. Even when they bickered about something dumb, he would laugh and brush it off and Ryuichi would stomp around humorously. But this, this was obviously different. He had clearly hurt his lover’s feelings by losing his temper. His shoulders fell as his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see Ryohei cry. Not after last time.
“No, Ryo-chan,” he said as he moved closer and looked into the blonde’s eyes. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself.” He looked down in embarrassment, having clearly made a mess of things.
“You’re mad at me,” Ryohei said as his voice cracked.
“Maybe just a little,” Ryuichi said quietly as he watched a pair of tears roll down his lover’s cheeks. “Oh Ryohei, please don’t cry,” he pleaded softly as he reached up to wipe the tears away.
“I’m not crying,” the blonde said petulantly as he scrubbed the remainder of his tears away, pouting. Ryuichi fought the urge to smile—this was why he loved Ryohei.
“I’m sorry for yelling,” he apologized.
Ryohei shook his head. “It’s my fault.”
He caught the blonde’s hands and squeezed them. “It’s nobody’s fault.” He sighed quietly and looked down. “I guess… I just wasn’t ready to see it yet,” the singer admitted, mostly to himself. He put a hand up when Ryohei opened his mouth to respond. “Let’s talk about this somewhere more private, hm?” he asked with a smile and Ryohei agreed.
They silently made their way back to the apartment and closed the door. Ryohei called out for his teammate as Ryuichi stopped near the door, noticing a cell phone on the floor. He frowned and leaned down to pick it up. This one was red and Ryuichi knew it wasn’t his or Ryohei’s. He wondered if it was Keita’s phone and why it would be there on the floor.
“Ryu…”
The singer looked up to see his lover frowning worried. “What is it?”
“He’s gone.”
He just stared. “What do you mean he’s gone?”
“He’s gone!” Ryohei threw his arms up. “He left!” He stomped back and forth. “I told him to stay right there. Right. There!” He pointed at the bedroom and growled in frustration. “Why couldn’t he just stay right there!?”
“Oh god.” Ryuichi put a hand to his forehead. “You didn’t tell him about me?!” he asked incredulously.
“I…” Ryohei’s shoulders sank. “No,” he mumbled.
“Ryohei!” Ryuichi whined and turned to hit his head on the doorway. “You should have waited!” he yelled in exasperation. “You’re supposed to be the smart one!”
“I know!” The blonde stomped toward him. “But it wasn’t supposed to be like this!” Ryohei protested as Ryuichi turned away from the wall to see his lover slump down to the floor. “It wasn’t…” he said in defeat.
Ryuichi sighed, just as defeated and sat down next to the blonde. “What was it supposed to be like?”
“You were supposed to be here,” Ryohei said quietly and looked down. “But when you didn’t come home, I thought maybe something important held you up.”
The singer felt a pang of guilt. He promised himself he’d never favor work over Ryohei again because he knew it would cost him dearly if he did. “I’m sorry. I should have called.”
The blonde shook his head. “I decided that since you weren’t there, you would probably get home late. So…” he trailed off and nibbled on his lip.
“So what?” Ryuichi asked with a frown as a mischievous look took over his lover’s face.
“So I thought maybe you’d like to come home to a pair of naked soccer players waiting for you in bed,” Ryohei said sheepishly, blushing a little.
Ryuichi laughed and smacked his lover on the head. “Dummy!” He paused. “I take that back. I liked that plan.”
The blonde sighed. “I did too.”
“So, what do we do now?” Ryuichi asked as he handed the phone to the blonde.
“I guess we should do what they do in those cheesy romance movies.” Ryohei said and stood.
“What’s that?” the singer asked as he accepted a hand up.
“Go after him.” Ryohei said before he pressed a kiss to the singer’s cheek and turned. “I’m going to get my shirt and wallet.” He stopped as they both turned to the door upon which someone was knocking. Ryuichi glanced at the blonde, who looked hopeful and turned to open the door.
Ken stomped in, clearly pissed off, and pointed at Ryohei. “What the hell did you do to him?” Ryuichi looked down and wished people would stop stomping or that annoying old lady one floor down would come up to bitch at them.
“I… I didn’t do anything,” Ryohei finally responded stubbornly. “He ran off before I could…” he trailed off quietly.
“What happened?!” Ken demanded. “I found him on the street sobbing. Sobbing, Ryohei!”
“What?” Ryuichi moved closer as his lover looked shocked.
“He was saying something about you Ryohei, and cheating!” Ken glared at the blonde, who moved back away from his friend, fear creeping into his features.
“It’s not my fault!” Ryohei shouted back, trying to defend himself. “He was supposed to stay here!”
“Whoa, whoa.” Ryuichi stepped between them. “Cheating?”
Ken nodded. “I tried to get him to come back here because well, I know you guys, but he begged me to take him home.” He shook his head. “I didn’t know what to do. He was a complete mess.” He frowned, his eyes flicking to Ryohei. “I still want to know what happened.”
The blonde looked away, embarrassed and hurt. “I made a miscalculation.”
“I’d say it was a rather big and complicated one.” Ken crossed his arms.
“Stop it,” the singer caught Ken’s eyes. “It was my fault.” He glanced away when the goalie looked at him in surprise.
“You said it wasn’t anyone’s fault,” Ryohei responded softly, making Ryuichi’s heart skip a beat. He hadn’t expected his lover to say it that way.
“I wasn’t here,” he stated simply to Ken. “Long story short, I came home in the middle of Ryohei trying to uh...” he coughed, “relax Tachibana and… and I panicked.”
Ken’s eyes got wide. “Did you fight?”
“No, I ran out, Ryohei ran after me and Tachibana ran off before we could get back,” he explained.
“This is getting us nowhere,” Ryohei grumbled and left them. Ryuichi looked curiously after his lover, then to Ken, the both of them shrugging unknowingly.
“Well,” Ken said quietly. “He was a mess when I picked him up.” He shook his head as the singer cursed his actions. “I think you broke Keita’s heart.”
Ryuichi’s eyes fell as the ache in his heart grew for this young man he barely even knew. “It won’t stay that way.”
“I hope you’re right,” Ken said as he sighed.
“It’ll be okay.” Ryuichi smiled to himself as the blonde returned with a shirt on this time. “Ryohei is good at mending them.”
“Of course I am,” Ryohei said before pressing a kiss to Ryuichi’s lips, which he happily returned. When the kiss ended, he pulled back to see a tear rolling down the blonde’s cheek and reached up to wipe it away. “I hope,” the blonde said quietly.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true,” Ryuichi replied as he nuzzled his lover, coaxing him into being more positive.
“God, gag me.” Ken rolled his eyes at them.
“You do the same thing with your girlfriend.” Ryohei stuck out his tongue at his teammate as Ryuichi laughed.
“I don’t let anyone suffer through it though,” Ken replied as he crossed his arms and hmphed.
“Enough,” Ryohei threw his hands up and slipped his shoes on. “I want to get to Keita before his grief wares off and he starts to hate me…” he started to trail off and turned to look at Ryuichi, who tilted his head to the side, wondering just what his lover was thinking. The singer reached out and took his lover’s hand as they all exited the apartment and made their way down the hall. Once in the elevator, Ryuichi squeezed the blonde’s hand to earn the same in return, a sure sign that Ryohei was formulating a plan to mend Keita’s shattered emotions.
“Do I have to come?” Ken asked as they left the elevator and walked out the doors into the evening air.
“I might need you do break down his door,” Ryohei said with a slight smile as he let go of Ryuichi’s hand. The singer smiled to himself and glanced around, knowing no one had seen them.
“And you need a ride.” Ken shook his head. “I’m going to charge you for gas.”
Ryohei protested this as Ken unlocked his car and they all piled in. Ryuichi sat in the back with Ryohei as Ken navigated and chattered with the blonde. It was probably their way of keeping calm, and Ryuichi might have joined them, had he not been thinking about the look Ryohei gave him before they left. He had a feeling that it had to do with their fight in the past, and it worried him.
“I never hated you,” he blurted out suddenly. His comrades went silent as Ryohei’s eyes focused on his hands.
“Really?” the blonde asked quietly.
“Never,” Ryuichi repeated, hoping to wash away any ounce of pain left over from that fight in Ryohei’s heart. “I love you far too much.”
When Ryohei didn’t answer, he knew he could talk to him about it more later. He filed the event away in his mind as Ken pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. Leaving the car, they made their way to the building and Ryohei stopped next to the trash bin to see a box filled with something. He commented on it being such a waste and pulled it out as Ryuichi noticed it was filled with his very own music and other various releases. Before he or Ken could ask, Ryohei was off again. They ascended the stairs up to Keita’s apartment with Ryohei leading, since he was the only one who knew which it was. They all stopped outside the door and just stood there silently. Ryohei’s frown deepened as he nibbled on his lower lip. Ryuichi knew this was going to be difficult and wondered if he could help his lover in any way.
The blonde turned. “Hold this.” He handed the box over and knocked loudly on the door.
So much for helping, he thought as he rolled his eyes and saw Ken snickering at him. “What are you looking at?” Ryuichi hissed, vaguely amused.
“You’ve gone from rockstar to pack mule.” He grinned.
Ryohei pounded on the door again. “KEITA!”
They heard some fumbling and something hit the floor to shatter, then the young man inside curse. Ryuichi bit his lip to keep from laughing at the man’s clumsiness to get a disappointed look from Ryohei. He apologized quietly as Ryohei tried again.
This might take a while.
~***~
calm down emokei XD
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: R
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Discretion 10: Confession
Discretion 11: Complication
That had taken way too long. Ryuichi unlocked the door to his apartment as he mentally cursed his manager for making him stay for that stupid meeting. He rolled his eyes at the idiocy of it all and slipped his shoes off when he entered. Closing the door behind himself, he realized that no one was in the apartment. He frowned in confusion and stood there as he gazed around. Where the hell was Ryohei?
Someone gasped. Was that a moan he heard? Ryuichi stood still for a moment and heard sounds coming from another room. His frown deepened he followed his instinct and went straight to the bedroom. It couldn’t be…
Ryuichi stopped in the doorway and gaped in shock. He couldn’t believe it—his lover in the lap of another man, about to kiss him. A gasp escaped him before he could stop it and the two looked at him in surprise. He didn’t know what to do! Panic gripped him and he turned tail and ran from the apartment. Fear drove him as he bolted down the hall to the emergency staircase door which he burst through and started—wait! Ryuichi stopped three steps down the stairs as his brain started up the hamster wheel again. He was supposed to be home so he could meet Tachibana today. And if Ryohei’s descriptions and actions were any indication…
“Shit,” he cursed softly and closed his eyes. Damnit. He’d told himself he was ready! Ryuichi turned back to see Ryohei burst through the door, breathing heavily.
“Ryu,” Ryohei let the door shut behind him as he moved in.
“Who the hell was that?!” Ryuichi demanded, losing his temper a little.
“It was Keita,” the blonde started.
“Shit!” he cursed as he kicked the metal railing in frustration. “Damnit, Ryohei! You were supposed to wait!” Ryuichi stomped up the stairs as his anger flared. “You were supposed to—” he stopped as he watched his lover shrink back against the metal door in fear. This wasn’t right. He was scaring Ryohei. With a sigh, Ryuichi got a grip on his anger and tried again. “Ryohei, why didn’t you wait?”
“Are you mad at me?”
Ryuichi blinked in surprise as his lover’s eyes began to fill and his lip tremble. This was bad; Ryohei never cried. Even when they bickered about something dumb, he would laugh and brush it off and Ryuichi would stomp around humorously. But this, this was obviously different. He had clearly hurt his lover’s feelings by losing his temper. His shoulders fell as his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see Ryohei cry. Not after last time.
“No, Ryo-chan,” he said as he moved closer and looked into the blonde’s eyes. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself.” He looked down in embarrassment, having clearly made a mess of things.
“You’re mad at me,” Ryohei said as his voice cracked.
“Maybe just a little,” Ryuichi said quietly as he watched a pair of tears roll down his lover’s cheeks. “Oh Ryohei, please don’t cry,” he pleaded softly as he reached up to wipe the tears away.
“I’m not crying,” the blonde said petulantly as he scrubbed the remainder of his tears away, pouting. Ryuichi fought the urge to smile—this was why he loved Ryohei.
“I’m sorry for yelling,” he apologized.
Ryohei shook his head. “It’s my fault.”
He caught the blonde’s hands and squeezed them. “It’s nobody’s fault.” He sighed quietly and looked down. “I guess… I just wasn’t ready to see it yet,” the singer admitted, mostly to himself. He put a hand up when Ryohei opened his mouth to respond. “Let’s talk about this somewhere more private, hm?” he asked with a smile and Ryohei agreed.
They silently made their way back to the apartment and closed the door. Ryohei called out for his teammate as Ryuichi stopped near the door, noticing a cell phone on the floor. He frowned and leaned down to pick it up. This one was red and Ryuichi knew it wasn’t his or Ryohei’s. He wondered if it was Keita’s phone and why it would be there on the floor.
“Ryu…”
The singer looked up to see his lover frowning worried. “What is it?”
“He’s gone.”
He just stared. “What do you mean he’s gone?”
“He’s gone!” Ryohei threw his arms up. “He left!” He stomped back and forth. “I told him to stay right there. Right. There!” He pointed at the bedroom and growled in frustration. “Why couldn’t he just stay right there!?”
“Oh god.” Ryuichi put a hand to his forehead. “You didn’t tell him about me?!” he asked incredulously.
“I…” Ryohei’s shoulders sank. “No,” he mumbled.
“Ryohei!” Ryuichi whined and turned to hit his head on the doorway. “You should have waited!” he yelled in exasperation. “You’re supposed to be the smart one!”
“I know!” The blonde stomped toward him. “But it wasn’t supposed to be like this!” Ryohei protested as Ryuichi turned away from the wall to see his lover slump down to the floor. “It wasn’t…” he said in defeat.
Ryuichi sighed, just as defeated and sat down next to the blonde. “What was it supposed to be like?”
“You were supposed to be here,” Ryohei said quietly and looked down. “But when you didn’t come home, I thought maybe something important held you up.”
The singer felt a pang of guilt. He promised himself he’d never favor work over Ryohei again because he knew it would cost him dearly if he did. “I’m sorry. I should have called.”
The blonde shook his head. “I decided that since you weren’t there, you would probably get home late. So…” he trailed off and nibbled on his lip.
“So what?” Ryuichi asked with a frown as a mischievous look took over his lover’s face.
“So I thought maybe you’d like to come home to a pair of naked soccer players waiting for you in bed,” Ryohei said sheepishly, blushing a little.
Ryuichi laughed and smacked his lover on the head. “Dummy!” He paused. “I take that back. I liked that plan.”
The blonde sighed. “I did too.”
“So, what do we do now?” Ryuichi asked as he handed the phone to the blonde.
“I guess we should do what they do in those cheesy romance movies.” Ryohei said and stood.
“What’s that?” the singer asked as he accepted a hand up.
“Go after him.” Ryohei said before he pressed a kiss to the singer’s cheek and turned. “I’m going to get my shirt and wallet.” He stopped as they both turned to the door upon which someone was knocking. Ryuichi glanced at the blonde, who looked hopeful and turned to open the door.
Ken stomped in, clearly pissed off, and pointed at Ryohei. “What the hell did you do to him?” Ryuichi looked down and wished people would stop stomping or that annoying old lady one floor down would come up to bitch at them.
“I… I didn’t do anything,” Ryohei finally responded stubbornly. “He ran off before I could…” he trailed off quietly.
“What happened?!” Ken demanded. “I found him on the street sobbing. Sobbing, Ryohei!”
“What?” Ryuichi moved closer as his lover looked shocked.
“He was saying something about you Ryohei, and cheating!” Ken glared at the blonde, who moved back away from his friend, fear creeping into his features.
“It’s not my fault!” Ryohei shouted back, trying to defend himself. “He was supposed to stay here!”
“Whoa, whoa.” Ryuichi stepped between them. “Cheating?”
Ken nodded. “I tried to get him to come back here because well, I know you guys, but he begged me to take him home.” He shook his head. “I didn’t know what to do. He was a complete mess.” He frowned, his eyes flicking to Ryohei. “I still want to know what happened.”
The blonde looked away, embarrassed and hurt. “I made a miscalculation.”
“I’d say it was a rather big and complicated one.” Ken crossed his arms.
“Stop it,” the singer caught Ken’s eyes. “It was my fault.” He glanced away when the goalie looked at him in surprise.
“You said it wasn’t anyone’s fault,” Ryohei responded softly, making Ryuichi’s heart skip a beat. He hadn’t expected his lover to say it that way.
“I wasn’t here,” he stated simply to Ken. “Long story short, I came home in the middle of Ryohei trying to uh...” he coughed, “relax Tachibana and… and I panicked.”
Ken’s eyes got wide. “Did you fight?”
“No, I ran out, Ryohei ran after me and Tachibana ran off before we could get back,” he explained.
“This is getting us nowhere,” Ryohei grumbled and left them. Ryuichi looked curiously after his lover, then to Ken, the both of them shrugging unknowingly.
“Well,” Ken said quietly. “He was a mess when I picked him up.” He shook his head as the singer cursed his actions. “I think you broke Keita’s heart.”
Ryuichi’s eyes fell as the ache in his heart grew for this young man he barely even knew. “It won’t stay that way.”
“I hope you’re right,” Ken said as he sighed.
“It’ll be okay.” Ryuichi smiled to himself as the blonde returned with a shirt on this time. “Ryohei is good at mending them.”
“Of course I am,” Ryohei said before pressing a kiss to Ryuichi’s lips, which he happily returned. When the kiss ended, he pulled back to see a tear rolling down the blonde’s cheek and reached up to wipe it away. “I hope,” the blonde said quietly.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true,” Ryuichi replied as he nuzzled his lover, coaxing him into being more positive.
“God, gag me.” Ken rolled his eyes at them.
“You do the same thing with your girlfriend.” Ryohei stuck out his tongue at his teammate as Ryuichi laughed.
“I don’t let anyone suffer through it though,” Ken replied as he crossed his arms and hmphed.
“Enough,” Ryohei threw his hands up and slipped his shoes on. “I want to get to Keita before his grief wares off and he starts to hate me…” he started to trail off and turned to look at Ryuichi, who tilted his head to the side, wondering just what his lover was thinking. The singer reached out and took his lover’s hand as they all exited the apartment and made their way down the hall. Once in the elevator, Ryuichi squeezed the blonde’s hand to earn the same in return, a sure sign that Ryohei was formulating a plan to mend Keita’s shattered emotions.
“Do I have to come?” Ken asked as they left the elevator and walked out the doors into the evening air.
“I might need you do break down his door,” Ryohei said with a slight smile as he let go of Ryuichi’s hand. The singer smiled to himself and glanced around, knowing no one had seen them.
“And you need a ride.” Ken shook his head. “I’m going to charge you for gas.”
Ryohei protested this as Ken unlocked his car and they all piled in. Ryuichi sat in the back with Ryohei as Ken navigated and chattered with the blonde. It was probably their way of keeping calm, and Ryuichi might have joined them, had he not been thinking about the look Ryohei gave him before they left. He had a feeling that it had to do with their fight in the past, and it worried him.
“I never hated you,” he blurted out suddenly. His comrades went silent as Ryohei’s eyes focused on his hands.
“Really?” the blonde asked quietly.
“Never,” Ryuichi repeated, hoping to wash away any ounce of pain left over from that fight in Ryohei’s heart. “I love you far too much.”
When Ryohei didn’t answer, he knew he could talk to him about it more later. He filed the event away in his mind as Ken pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. Leaving the car, they made their way to the building and Ryohei stopped next to the trash bin to see a box filled with something. He commented on it being such a waste and pulled it out as Ryuichi noticed it was filled with his very own music and other various releases. Before he or Ken could ask, Ryohei was off again. They ascended the stairs up to Keita’s apartment with Ryohei leading, since he was the only one who knew which it was. They all stopped outside the door and just stood there silently. Ryohei’s frown deepened as he nibbled on his lower lip. Ryuichi knew this was going to be difficult and wondered if he could help his lover in any way.
The blonde turned. “Hold this.” He handed the box over and knocked loudly on the door.
So much for helping, he thought as he rolled his eyes and saw Ken snickering at him. “What are you looking at?” Ryuichi hissed, vaguely amused.
“You’ve gone from rockstar to pack mule.” He grinned.
Ryohei pounded on the door again. “KEITA!”
They heard some fumbling and something hit the floor to shatter, then the young man inside curse. Ryuichi bit his lip to keep from laughing at the man’s clumsiness to get a disappointed look from Ryohei. He apologized quietly as Ryohei tried again.
This might take a while.
~***~
calm down emokei XD
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