The Dye Effect {Kai/Aoi Oneshot}
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bitetoall136Title: The Dye Effect
Chapter: Oneshot
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bite_to_all136
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Crack-ish, "Angst"
Warnings: mxm relationships, inappropriate language,
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Kai/Aoi, Ruki, Reita, Uruha
Summary: Kai comes back from a week long business trip to find a prissier than usual Ruki, a 'done with everything' attitude coming from Reita and Uruha, and a missing in action Aoi.
Notes: A fill for the Bad Haircut/Dye Job square onkrasivayadusha's fluff/angst bingo card. :3
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
The Dye Effect
“Aoi, I swear, if you don’t remove that fucking stick from your ass and get here within the next half hour, I will personally see to it that we get a new guitarist who doesn’t waste our time over stupid shit, understand?”
There were endless possibilities as to what Kai was expecting to hear the moment he walked through the doors of recording studio after having been gone on business for a week, however, the open threat spewing from their vocalist’s mouth, which was surprisingly directed at their resident drama queen and not himself, wasn’t a possibility he had quite readied himself for.
Stepping further into the room, he continued to listen as Ruki spat curses, threats, and obscenities alike, eventually setting his bag down on the small corner table and taking a seat on the couch next to a slumped down Reita, whose face was covered with a splayed out magazine. “What’s going on?” he questioned their bassist, grabbing his attention by giving his shoulder a gentle shake.
A large sigh, and then Reita was slothfully dragging the glossy quarterly pages down the length of his face, showing Kai his tired features; obvious frustration staining usually lively eyes. “Oh, you finally decided to show up,” a roll of his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest with an indignant huff, “I really don’t know what’s happening. Me and Uru arrived here early like we were told to do, and Ruki’s been bitching at Aoi ever since. We’ve managed to get absolutely nothing done.”
Not even ten minutes back, and already Kai could feel a tension headache forming near his temples.
They had a new single slated to be released next month and they still had nil in terms of having anything written. The writing process was supposed to begin last week, but management had decided to fuck everything up by sending Kai off to attend to some press issues, setting their original plans back by a glorious seven days. They knew they were running short on time, so while away, Kai had talked to Ruki over the phone and they had decided that they’d all meet up early the day of Kai’s arrival and get a large portion of the instrumentations written, allowing Ruki the rest of the time to twist and turn words into worldly engaging lyrics.
Of course, once a proper plan was set, anything and everything would try to prevent those plans from properly forming, which ended in a disastrous ten car pileup occurring on the road Kai just so happened to be using as a means of communication on his way back into town; his arrival set back four hours later than originally planned.
“There was a huge car accident, Rei. Not much I could do,” he closed his eyes, rubbing the slits in an attempt to ease the rapidly occurring throbbing, only for his lids to shoot open upon properly registering Reita’s words, “Wait, so Aoi hasn’t shown up at all?”
“I haven’t heard from him since the day you left.” The bassist’s short reply, his eyes averting from Kai’s and settling on the newest arrival; Uruha walking towards them while holding two steaming cups of coffee.
“Here, Rei, that should keep you awake until his highness decides to arrive,” the lanky guitarist took a sip of the cup of java before plopping down on the other side of Reita, burrowing himself into the small space between the couch’s arm rest and the bassist’s warm body, his head leaning against his child hood best friend’s shoulder, apparently not even registering Kai’s presence.
“Since I left? What do-”
“YOU!” Kai didn’t miss the small grin that appeared on the bassist’s lips before his own mug was lifted to his lips, Reita getting a joy out of Ruki’s attention finally shifting gears onto an embodiment actually in the room. “I don’t know what it is you and your little boyfriend have against me, but being four hours late is a little fucking ridiculous, wouldn’t you say?” the vocalist’s foot was tapping, his cheeks red, and hands gripping fiercely onto the sides of his hips, “WOULDN’T YOU?”
“Ru, calm down,” the drummer’s eyes were slightly wide, his hands held out in front of him cautiously, aiming to go rest them on the fiery dark blond’s trembling shoulders, “I tried to call you tell you I was going to be late, but the line was busy-”
“That’s because I was a little busy trying to get Aoi’s spoiled ass to leave his apartment! He’s locked himself up in there all week and won’t tell any of us why. I swear to God Kai, if he fucks this recording up for us, I’ll replace that stick up his ass with my own goddamn foot!”
“Ok – I get it…you’re pissed,” his hands were just about to land on Ruki’s shoulders, but the vocalist turned at last second, his body now facing the wall as Kai looked him straight on.
“I’m more than pissed! We have three weeks, Kai.” three fingers were held up to properly express his point, “Three! And you should know by now that three weeks is the equalivent to like three fucking days in the music industry.”
Kai couldn’t argue Ruki’s point; their firecracker vocalist was more than right. In fact, his point had hit the bull’s eye mark straight on. “Ru…Just get things together here, I’ll be right back.” Walking over to his bag, the drummer dug his car keys out of the side pocket, and without a word of explanation he rushed out of the recording studio whilst ignoring Ruki’s continued rant.
Settling himself back into his car, Kai allowed his head to fall into rest on the steering wheel; eyes closed lightly, teeth digging into the bottom tier of his lip, and hands gripping the leather upholstery of the vehicle’s guide.
After a week of hell, this was not the stress he wanted to come back to. He figured he was going to walk through the studio’s door, be met with half written ideas for new songs, only to have the five of them then spend the rest of the day figuring out and cutting sections they thought were best. When a hard days’ worth of work was completed, he was expecting to invite Aoi back to his place, where the two of them would then take the time to make up for a week of not seeing each other with some proper touches and kisses and a few good rounds of welcome home sex.
In his mind, it all seemed so perfect…
However, his current reality was nothing but torment. Ruki was being an even bigger priss than usual, Reita and Uruha had seemingly given up on everything around them, and Aoi was missing in action…The last thought scaring Kai more than anything.
It wasn’t usual for Aoi to just up and disappear, and the whole week long, every time Kai had attempted to call his guitarist boyfriend, he would get redirected straight to voicemail. Aoi was the kind of person who needed his alone time, so when he hadn’t picked up the calls, Kai had figured he was using the small break as a getaway; something he was completely fine with. The drummer hadn’t felt one ounce of concern…but knowing now that not a single person had heard from or seen him during that time period caused the drummer to feel a little weary…
Groaning, he lifted his head and inserted the key into the ignition, hurriedly making his way to Aoi’s apartment.
Upon arriving outside of the four story complex, Kai parked and quickly made his way to the elevator, catching a ride to the top floor. After walking down the corridor, he stopped in front of room 405, and deciding to skip knocking, he grabbed his keys again, opening the piece of mahogany with the spare key Aoi had given him five months ago.
The sound of a tea kettle sounding off brought him into the decent sized kitchen, finding the guitarist all bundled up and in pursuit of grabbing the kettle and pouring himself a piping hot cup of tea. Rapping his knuckles against the archway’s framework, Kai alerted the guitarist of his presence, the elder’s movements stiffening as his hands flew up and tightened the strings of his jacket, hiding everything but his lips, nose, and a partial section of his eyes from the drummer.
Kai found Aoi’s actions somewhat odd, but instead of questioning, he moved in closer, noticing with each step he took forward, Aoi took one step back. “Aoi? What’s wrong?” his question was met with mute silence, Aoi unknowingly continuing to back himself into a counter, “Come on, Aoi. Talk to me. We haven’t seen each other in a week and you have everybody else at the studio worried. Why didn’t you show up today?”
Aoi scuffed sarcastically, “Worried? Yeah, that’s exactly how Ruki sounded. Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be helping him decide on a new guitarist?” Another scuff, Aoi folding his hands around his waist.
“Come on, Aoi. You know he didn’t mean that,” Kai attempted to close the distance between them by curving his hand around Aoi’s pale cheek, but the elder guitarist dodged the gentle embrace and took another step back, this time his back finally hitting the counter.
Realizing he was trapped, Aoi attempted to side step and get into a more opened space, but before he could even adjust his newfound position in the slightest, Kai leaned in closer, placing an arm on each side of the counter; blockading Aoi in. “Tell me what’s wrong,” the drummer’s face matched up to Aoi’s perfectly, the guitarist pressing himself further back onto the counter, a sharp edge digging into his back.
“Back the hell off,” Aoi jeered, twisting his body and aiming to try to elbow Kai in the chest. Reflexes fast, Kai caught the guitarist’s pointed elbow before it could make impact, twisting his arm and pinning him down gently; Aoi’s stomach now resting against the counter top and Kai’s own on the guitarist’s back.
“Aoi,” fed up with the elder’s recluse antics, Kai’s voice dropped it’s at first concerned timbre, breaking the fourth into a ‘shut up and listen’ ambiance, “We don’t have much time to get this recording done. I don’t know what the hell happened while I was gone, but you need to stop and get your shit together.”
Aoi’s body tensed under Kai’s embrace, before he tried to wiggle his way out of the hold, whining outwardly when Kai refused to let up, “Get. Off.”
“Make me.”
“Kai, I will break up with you if you don’t get the fuck off of me.”
“Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll give you all the space you want.”
“Kai,”
“Aoi.”
A staggered shout and then Aoi was pushing up, forcing Kai off of his back and stumbling on his feet for a few steps. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” with each word said, Aoi’s finger was poking into Kai’s chest, the jagged movement being nothing but irritating and adding to Kai’s already annoyed state of mind. “Fine. If it’ll stop your incessant nagging, I’ll just show you!”
In one fell swoop, Aoi lifted his hand and dragged down the hood of his jacket off his head. For the first time since entering the guitarist’s home, Kai was able to actually see his boyfriend’s full face, which was set in a deep scowl, his usual wan cheeks now nothing but a healthy shade of red. As nice as it was to see the elder’s extraordinary features after a week of being deprived, Kai’s eyes couldn’t help but shift in the direction of north, his mouth falling open and jaw tightening as he held back a fit of laughter.
“Go ahead, laugh. Just know that you’ll be single the second you do so.”
“Aoi…it’s pink.” Kai stepped forward, his hand running through what used to be his lover’s raven locks, it taking everything in him to stifle the laughter booming inside him.
It wasn’t Aoi’s newly acquired dye job Kai was laughing at, but instead the childish reaction the guitarist had decided to act out upon. Hiding from the world, skipping work, and being a total prude just because he didn’t like how his hair had come out…It was something that would annoy most people, but Kai couldn’t help but think the reaction to be haphazardly cute. If this had been anybody else in the world, he would have found the reaction nothing but maddening and immature, but this wasn’t anybody else, this was Aoi…and somehow no matter what stint Aoi pulled, Kai always found it adorable.
“Thanks for the astute observation, Captain Obvious.” Aoi rolled his eyes and slapped Kai’s hand away, before crossing his arms and jousting his hip out to the side.
“It’s…it’s not that bad, Aoi.” Kai tried to comfort, placing his hands on the elder’s hips and drawing him in close, fingers tracing soft patterns on pronounced curves. “It’s definitely only a look you can pull off,” again, his hand reached up to recently dyed locks, this time with success as it seemed Aoi didn’t feel the need to shoo him away, “In fact, you make it look quiet sexy.” He pressed a kiss to Aoi’s chin, then pulled back and gazed at the other lovingly.
“Sexy?” Aoi huffed, refusing to let his body relax in Kai’s loose grip, “I look like a sunburnt flamingo. Now either you’re into some kinky animal shit that you’ve never told me about, or you’re color blind.”
Aoi’s obtuse statement managed to pull a rugged laughter from deep down in Kai’s throat, the drummer dragging the elder in even closer as his hands moved further back, tying themselves around the small of the guitarist’s back. “Well, I did use to date Reita in the beginning, so maybe I just have a thing for birds?”
“No funny,” Aoi retorted, hiding his oncoming smile by shading his face with his curtain of luscious pink.
“Oh, come on. It was at least a little funny.” The drummer lifted his hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together, just as the rest of his face scrunched together to look miniscule.
The guitarist’s face suddenly turned deadly serious, eyes narrowed and voice dry. “Nope. Not funny at all.”
“Just a smidge?” a dimpled smile.
“Nope.” Aoi’s façade was beginning to crack, a cheeky grin appearing as he turned his face to the side to hide his bubbling cheeks.
“Not even a-”
“Kai,” the pink haired looked him straight on, full lips broken into a Cheshire smile as he laced his arms around the drummer’s neck, “Shut up.”
And then he crashed their lips together, both of their beams refusing to die down as the loving kiss became more heated. When they finally pulled away from each other with haggard breaths and flushed cheeks, Kai brushed his hand through the guitarist’s hair yet again, allowing the strands to flow elegantly through the cracks of his fingers. “I really do like it,” he leaned in to whisper, “and I can’t wait to wrap my hands in it tonight while you writhe and plead underneath me.” A smirk as he pressed another chaste kiss to the elder’s forehead, Aoi’s earlier dark aura now practically glowing.
“Oh yeah?” Aoi’s eyes lit up, his voice practically a purr, “Why don’t we just test out how durable my new locks are now, hmmm?” Hand wrapping in Kai’s shirt, he titled his head and latched his full lips onto the side of Kai’s neck, beginning to suck leisurely.
“Ughh, I’d love to, but-”
“But nothing,” Aoi murmured, “We haven’t seen each other in a week. Recording can wait another hour.” Biting down on Kai’s neck, drawling a heavy moan from the drummer’s pristine lips.
“Aoi, we-”
Before another sentence could form, Kai’s cell phone began ringing, forcing him to reluctantly push Aoi away. Unsurprisingly, Ruki was on the other end of the line, and by the time Kai finally pressed the button that would answer the call, the short vocalist was already in mid-rant.
“-I will kick your fucking ass if you’re over there just screwing around with Aoi! I don’t care what you have to do to get him here; knock him out or something, whatever it takes! Just. Get. Here. NOW!” Without having even waited to see if Kai was going to respond, Ruki hung up, leaving a silent air floating between Aoi and the drummer.
“See?” Kai arched a brow, shoving his phone back into his back pocket, “We need to get there, like…yesterday.”
A heavy sigh, “Fine. Just let me go grab the music sheets from my bedroom and we’ll be on the way.”
“Music sheets?”
“Um, yeah? Did you really think I’d lock myself up here all week and not get anything done? I’m not that irresponsible, Kai.”
Watching Aoi’s figure retreat into the backroom, Kai broke out into another smile. His lover certainly was something else.
“Ready to go?” Aoi asked, music sheets in hand as he adjusted a beany on top of his head, tucking loose strands of pink into the knitted cap.
“Yeah…just, Aoi…let me ask you one last thing. If you didn’t like the pink, why didn’t you just dye it back black?”
Kai received a wide eyed stare, Aoi gawking at him as if he’d gone insane. “Isn’t it obvious?” a silent reply, the crickets chirping around the drummer’s head practically audible. “Kai, come on. Pink,” he pointed towards his head, but the crickets continued to chirp. “My god, Kai. You’re a lost cause. Think about it, pink…Hide-san was pink…” mouth falling open, he rolled his hand, hoping Kai would get the connection.
“Aoi…how does anything you’re saying make any sense?”
The guitarist threw his hands in the air, beginning to head out the door. “Kai, my superstar status will blow through the roof if I’m at par with Hide! I’ll be unstoppable!”
Following Aoi out the door, Kai had to resist the urge to call Ruki up and tell him to begin the interviews for a new guitarist...
“Kai…so, you really do like it?” twiddling his thumbs, Aoi’s gaze remained downcast on the hallway’s floors, waiting for Kai’s approval.
How the pink haired guitarist went from boisterous to his insecure ways in seconds warmed Kai’s heart instantly, the drummer stepping up to him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders, a kiss being stamped to his temple. “Yes, my little flamingo. I really like it.”
***
Author's Note: Aoi's birthday popped up on me too quickly, so for the past two days I've taken any time I could and put this short little piece together for him. It's nothing too great, but it's cutesy and with overly dramatic Aoi and bitchy Ruki, so it can't be too painful to read. xDD
I hope you all enjoyed :3
Chapter: Oneshot
Author:
bite_to_all136Genre: Fluff, Humor, Crack-ish, "Angst"
Warnings: mxm relationships, inappropriate language,
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Kai/Aoi, Ruki, Reita, Uruha
Summary: Kai comes back from a week long business trip to find a prissier than usual Ruki, a 'done with everything' attitude coming from Reita and Uruha, and a missing in action Aoi.
Notes: A fill for the Bad Haircut/Dye Job square on
krasivayadusha's fluff/angst bingo card. :3Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
“Aoi, I swear, if you don’t remove that fucking stick from your ass and get here within the next half hour, I will personally see to it that we get a new guitarist who doesn’t waste our time over stupid shit, understand?”
There were endless possibilities as to what Kai was expecting to hear the moment he walked through the doors of recording studio after having been gone on business for a week, however, the open threat spewing from their vocalist’s mouth, which was surprisingly directed at their resident drama queen and not himself, wasn’t a possibility he had quite readied himself for.
Stepping further into the room, he continued to listen as Ruki spat curses, threats, and obscenities alike, eventually setting his bag down on the small corner table and taking a seat on the couch next to a slumped down Reita, whose face was covered with a splayed out magazine. “What’s going on?” he questioned their bassist, grabbing his attention by giving his shoulder a gentle shake.
A large sigh, and then Reita was slothfully dragging the glossy quarterly pages down the length of his face, showing Kai his tired features; obvious frustration staining usually lively eyes. “Oh, you finally decided to show up,” a roll of his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest with an indignant huff, “I really don’t know what’s happening. Me and Uru arrived here early like we were told to do, and Ruki’s been bitching at Aoi ever since. We’ve managed to get absolutely nothing done.”
Not even ten minutes back, and already Kai could feel a tension headache forming near his temples.
They had a new single slated to be released next month and they still had nil in terms of having anything written. The writing process was supposed to begin last week, but management had decided to fuck everything up by sending Kai off to attend to some press issues, setting their original plans back by a glorious seven days. They knew they were running short on time, so while away, Kai had talked to Ruki over the phone and they had decided that they’d all meet up early the day of Kai’s arrival and get a large portion of the instrumentations written, allowing Ruki the rest of the time to twist and turn words into worldly engaging lyrics.
Of course, once a proper plan was set, anything and everything would try to prevent those plans from properly forming, which ended in a disastrous ten car pileup occurring on the road Kai just so happened to be using as a means of communication on his way back into town; his arrival set back four hours later than originally planned.
“There was a huge car accident, Rei. Not much I could do,” he closed his eyes, rubbing the slits in an attempt to ease the rapidly occurring throbbing, only for his lids to shoot open upon properly registering Reita’s words, “Wait, so Aoi hasn’t shown up at all?”
“I haven’t heard from him since the day you left.” The bassist’s short reply, his eyes averting from Kai’s and settling on the newest arrival; Uruha walking towards them while holding two steaming cups of coffee.
“Here, Rei, that should keep you awake until his highness decides to arrive,” the lanky guitarist took a sip of the cup of java before plopping down on the other side of Reita, burrowing himself into the small space between the couch’s arm rest and the bassist’s warm body, his head leaning against his child hood best friend’s shoulder, apparently not even registering Kai’s presence.
“Since I left? What do-”
“YOU!” Kai didn’t miss the small grin that appeared on the bassist’s lips before his own mug was lifted to his lips, Reita getting a joy out of Ruki’s attention finally shifting gears onto an embodiment actually in the room. “I don’t know what it is you and your little boyfriend have against me, but being four hours late is a little fucking ridiculous, wouldn’t you say?” the vocalist’s foot was tapping, his cheeks red, and hands gripping fiercely onto the sides of his hips, “WOULDN’T YOU?”
“Ru, calm down,” the drummer’s eyes were slightly wide, his hands held out in front of him cautiously, aiming to go rest them on the fiery dark blond’s trembling shoulders, “I tried to call you tell you I was going to be late, but the line was busy-”
“That’s because I was a little busy trying to get Aoi’s spoiled ass to leave his apartment! He’s locked himself up in there all week and won’t tell any of us why. I swear to God Kai, if he fucks this recording up for us, I’ll replace that stick up his ass with my own goddamn foot!”
“Ok – I get it…you’re pissed,” his hands were just about to land on Ruki’s shoulders, but the vocalist turned at last second, his body now facing the wall as Kai looked him straight on.
“I’m more than pissed! We have three weeks, Kai.” three fingers were held up to properly express his point, “Three! And you should know by now that three weeks is the equalivent to like three fucking days in the music industry.”
Kai couldn’t argue Ruki’s point; their firecracker vocalist was more than right. In fact, his point had hit the bull’s eye mark straight on. “Ru…Just get things together here, I’ll be right back.” Walking over to his bag, the drummer dug his car keys out of the side pocket, and without a word of explanation he rushed out of the recording studio whilst ignoring Ruki’s continued rant.
Settling himself back into his car, Kai allowed his head to fall into rest on the steering wheel; eyes closed lightly, teeth digging into the bottom tier of his lip, and hands gripping the leather upholstery of the vehicle’s guide.
After a week of hell, this was not the stress he wanted to come back to. He figured he was going to walk through the studio’s door, be met with half written ideas for new songs, only to have the five of them then spend the rest of the day figuring out and cutting sections they thought were best. When a hard days’ worth of work was completed, he was expecting to invite Aoi back to his place, where the two of them would then take the time to make up for a week of not seeing each other with some proper touches and kisses and a few good rounds of welcome home sex.
In his mind, it all seemed so perfect…
However, his current reality was nothing but torment. Ruki was being an even bigger priss than usual, Reita and Uruha had seemingly given up on everything around them, and Aoi was missing in action…The last thought scaring Kai more than anything.
It wasn’t usual for Aoi to just up and disappear, and the whole week long, every time Kai had attempted to call his guitarist boyfriend, he would get redirected straight to voicemail. Aoi was the kind of person who needed his alone time, so when he hadn’t picked up the calls, Kai had figured he was using the small break as a getaway; something he was completely fine with. The drummer hadn’t felt one ounce of concern…but knowing now that not a single person had heard from or seen him during that time period caused the drummer to feel a little weary…
Groaning, he lifted his head and inserted the key into the ignition, hurriedly making his way to Aoi’s apartment.
Upon arriving outside of the four story complex, Kai parked and quickly made his way to the elevator, catching a ride to the top floor. After walking down the corridor, he stopped in front of room 405, and deciding to skip knocking, he grabbed his keys again, opening the piece of mahogany with the spare key Aoi had given him five months ago.
The sound of a tea kettle sounding off brought him into the decent sized kitchen, finding the guitarist all bundled up and in pursuit of grabbing the kettle and pouring himself a piping hot cup of tea. Rapping his knuckles against the archway’s framework, Kai alerted the guitarist of his presence, the elder’s movements stiffening as his hands flew up and tightened the strings of his jacket, hiding everything but his lips, nose, and a partial section of his eyes from the drummer.
Kai found Aoi’s actions somewhat odd, but instead of questioning, he moved in closer, noticing with each step he took forward, Aoi took one step back. “Aoi? What’s wrong?” his question was met with mute silence, Aoi unknowingly continuing to back himself into a counter, “Come on, Aoi. Talk to me. We haven’t seen each other in a week and you have everybody else at the studio worried. Why didn’t you show up today?”
Aoi scuffed sarcastically, “Worried? Yeah, that’s exactly how Ruki sounded. Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be helping him decide on a new guitarist?” Another scuff, Aoi folding his hands around his waist.
“Come on, Aoi. You know he didn’t mean that,” Kai attempted to close the distance between them by curving his hand around Aoi’s pale cheek, but the elder guitarist dodged the gentle embrace and took another step back, this time his back finally hitting the counter.
Realizing he was trapped, Aoi attempted to side step and get into a more opened space, but before he could even adjust his newfound position in the slightest, Kai leaned in closer, placing an arm on each side of the counter; blockading Aoi in. “Tell me what’s wrong,” the drummer’s face matched up to Aoi’s perfectly, the guitarist pressing himself further back onto the counter, a sharp edge digging into his back.
“Back the hell off,” Aoi jeered, twisting his body and aiming to try to elbow Kai in the chest. Reflexes fast, Kai caught the guitarist’s pointed elbow before it could make impact, twisting his arm and pinning him down gently; Aoi’s stomach now resting against the counter top and Kai’s own on the guitarist’s back.
“Aoi,” fed up with the elder’s recluse antics, Kai’s voice dropped it’s at first concerned timbre, breaking the fourth into a ‘shut up and listen’ ambiance, “We don’t have much time to get this recording done. I don’t know what the hell happened while I was gone, but you need to stop and get your shit together.”
Aoi’s body tensed under Kai’s embrace, before he tried to wiggle his way out of the hold, whining outwardly when Kai refused to let up, “Get. Off.”
“Make me.”
“Kai, I will break up with you if you don’t get the fuck off of me.”
“Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll give you all the space you want.”
“Kai,”
“Aoi.”
A staggered shout and then Aoi was pushing up, forcing Kai off of his back and stumbling on his feet for a few steps. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” with each word said, Aoi’s finger was poking into Kai’s chest, the jagged movement being nothing but irritating and adding to Kai’s already annoyed state of mind. “Fine. If it’ll stop your incessant nagging, I’ll just show you!”
In one fell swoop, Aoi lifted his hand and dragged down the hood of his jacket off his head. For the first time since entering the guitarist’s home, Kai was able to actually see his boyfriend’s full face, which was set in a deep scowl, his usual wan cheeks now nothing but a healthy shade of red. As nice as it was to see the elder’s extraordinary features after a week of being deprived, Kai’s eyes couldn’t help but shift in the direction of north, his mouth falling open and jaw tightening as he held back a fit of laughter.
“Go ahead, laugh. Just know that you’ll be single the second you do so.”
“Aoi…it’s pink.” Kai stepped forward, his hand running through what used to be his lover’s raven locks, it taking everything in him to stifle the laughter booming inside him.
It wasn’t Aoi’s newly acquired dye job Kai was laughing at, but instead the childish reaction the guitarist had decided to act out upon. Hiding from the world, skipping work, and being a total prude just because he didn’t like how his hair had come out…It was something that would annoy most people, but Kai couldn’t help but think the reaction to be haphazardly cute. If this had been anybody else in the world, he would have found the reaction nothing but maddening and immature, but this wasn’t anybody else, this was Aoi…and somehow no matter what stint Aoi pulled, Kai always found it adorable.
“Thanks for the astute observation, Captain Obvious.” Aoi rolled his eyes and slapped Kai’s hand away, before crossing his arms and jousting his hip out to the side.
“It’s…it’s not that bad, Aoi.” Kai tried to comfort, placing his hands on the elder’s hips and drawing him in close, fingers tracing soft patterns on pronounced curves. “It’s definitely only a look you can pull off,” again, his hand reached up to recently dyed locks, this time with success as it seemed Aoi didn’t feel the need to shoo him away, “In fact, you make it look quiet sexy.” He pressed a kiss to Aoi’s chin, then pulled back and gazed at the other lovingly.
“Sexy?” Aoi huffed, refusing to let his body relax in Kai’s loose grip, “I look like a sunburnt flamingo. Now either you’re into some kinky animal shit that you’ve never told me about, or you’re color blind.”
Aoi’s obtuse statement managed to pull a rugged laughter from deep down in Kai’s throat, the drummer dragging the elder in even closer as his hands moved further back, tying themselves around the small of the guitarist’s back. “Well, I did use to date Reita in the beginning, so maybe I just have a thing for birds?”
“No funny,” Aoi retorted, hiding his oncoming smile by shading his face with his curtain of luscious pink.
“Oh, come on. It was at least a little funny.” The drummer lifted his hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger together, just as the rest of his face scrunched together to look miniscule.
The guitarist’s face suddenly turned deadly serious, eyes narrowed and voice dry. “Nope. Not funny at all.”
“Just a smidge?” a dimpled smile.
“Nope.” Aoi’s façade was beginning to crack, a cheeky grin appearing as he turned his face to the side to hide his bubbling cheeks.
“Not even a-”
“Kai,” the pink haired looked him straight on, full lips broken into a Cheshire smile as he laced his arms around the drummer’s neck, “Shut up.”
And then he crashed their lips together, both of their beams refusing to die down as the loving kiss became more heated. When they finally pulled away from each other with haggard breaths and flushed cheeks, Kai brushed his hand through the guitarist’s hair yet again, allowing the strands to flow elegantly through the cracks of his fingers. “I really do like it,” he leaned in to whisper, “and I can’t wait to wrap my hands in it tonight while you writhe and plead underneath me.” A smirk as he pressed another chaste kiss to the elder’s forehead, Aoi’s earlier dark aura now practically glowing.
“Oh yeah?” Aoi’s eyes lit up, his voice practically a purr, “Why don’t we just test out how durable my new locks are now, hmmm?” Hand wrapping in Kai’s shirt, he titled his head and latched his full lips onto the side of Kai’s neck, beginning to suck leisurely.
“Ughh, I’d love to, but-”
“But nothing,” Aoi murmured, “We haven’t seen each other in a week. Recording can wait another hour.” Biting down on Kai’s neck, drawling a heavy moan from the drummer’s pristine lips.
“Aoi, we-”
Before another sentence could form, Kai’s cell phone began ringing, forcing him to reluctantly push Aoi away. Unsurprisingly, Ruki was on the other end of the line, and by the time Kai finally pressed the button that would answer the call, the short vocalist was already in mid-rant.
“-I will kick your fucking ass if you’re over there just screwing around with Aoi! I don’t care what you have to do to get him here; knock him out or something, whatever it takes! Just. Get. Here. NOW!” Without having even waited to see if Kai was going to respond, Ruki hung up, leaving a silent air floating between Aoi and the drummer.
“See?” Kai arched a brow, shoving his phone back into his back pocket, “We need to get there, like…yesterday.”
A heavy sigh, “Fine. Just let me go grab the music sheets from my bedroom and we’ll be on the way.”
“Music sheets?”
“Um, yeah? Did you really think I’d lock myself up here all week and not get anything done? I’m not that irresponsible, Kai.”
Watching Aoi’s figure retreat into the backroom, Kai broke out into another smile. His lover certainly was something else.
“Ready to go?” Aoi asked, music sheets in hand as he adjusted a beany on top of his head, tucking loose strands of pink into the knitted cap.
“Yeah…just, Aoi…let me ask you one last thing. If you didn’t like the pink, why didn’t you just dye it back black?”
Kai received a wide eyed stare, Aoi gawking at him as if he’d gone insane. “Isn’t it obvious?” a silent reply, the crickets chirping around the drummer’s head practically audible. “Kai, come on. Pink,” he pointed towards his head, but the crickets continued to chirp. “My god, Kai. You’re a lost cause. Think about it, pink…Hide-san was pink…” mouth falling open, he rolled his hand, hoping Kai would get the connection.
“Aoi…how does anything you’re saying make any sense?”
The guitarist threw his hands in the air, beginning to head out the door. “Kai, my superstar status will blow through the roof if I’m at par with Hide! I’ll be unstoppable!”
Following Aoi out the door, Kai had to resist the urge to call Ruki up and tell him to begin the interviews for a new guitarist...
“Kai…so, you really do like it?” twiddling his thumbs, Aoi’s gaze remained downcast on the hallway’s floors, waiting for Kai’s approval.
How the pink haired guitarist went from boisterous to his insecure ways in seconds warmed Kai’s heart instantly, the drummer stepping up to him and wrapping his arm around his shoulders, a kiss being stamped to his temple. “Yes, my little flamingo. I really like it.”
Author's Note: Aoi's birthday popped up on me too quickly, so for the past two days I've taken any time I could and put this short little piece together for him. It's nothing too great, but it's cutesy and with overly dramatic Aoi and bitchy Ruki, so it can't be too painful to read. xDD
I hope you all enjoyed :3
