Sakito had been watching a gundam marathon all the while sucking on a multiple of popcicles. When he heard the door open, he looked up to see Ryuutarou standing before him in one of his baggy sweaters. "Saki? Why is it so hot in here?"

The guitarist stood and took the popcicle completely into his mouth, knowing damn well the thoughts that it would put into his lover's mind. "I figured... If I turned up the heat, I'd be able to get you out of that sweater about as soon as you walked in the door." Without hesitation, he lifted it from the older male's body before guiding him to take a seat on the couch.

Cocking a brow at his boyfriend, Ryuutarou just watched as Sakito climbed into his lap. A shiver ran through his frame as the younger male ran the popcicle down his neck. Sakito leaned down, his tongue lapping up the sweet, cherry flavored liquid that dripped down the other's neck from the frozen treat. Once the first line was gone, he moved down further, circling one hardening nipple and then another.

Again, Sakito's mouth found the juice, tongue swirling around one hardened nub before moving to the other.

"Nnn.. S-Saki..to..." Ryuutarou moaned as his body arched up to meet Sakito's ministrations. "Please..."

The guitarist sat up straight before running the icy dessert over his lover's lips, watching it delve passed those beautiful petals with a moan. "Please, what? What do you want me to do Ryuu-chan?"

He had been sitting at the bar for awhile when he realized that someone was watching him, it wasn't anything new. Uruha already knew he was gorgeous, not that he was vain or anything, he just had an amazing boyfriend that told him several times a day. Sipping at his drink, he finished it off before slipping out onto the dance floor as the song changed. Recognizing the song to be called Love Juice, he couldn't help but smile, hips moving with ease to the beat.

It was then that he realized the eyes that had been on him at the bar had followed him to the dance floor, soft hands smoothing over his bared stomach before he felt the warm breath on his his ear, the man was singing along to the song. It wasn't Aki, he could tell that much. Uruha turned after a few moments, a bit shocked to see a familiar face.. "Well isn't this a surprise?"

With a cocky smile, the blonde moved to grind against the much younger male, Aki was late so it was only fair that he danced with someone else. The other didn't seem to mind as he moved perfectly against the guitarist. There were no need for words as they moved to the music, their bodies doing all the talking. Many, many moments had passed before Uruha felt another pair of hands sliding up his body, a strong, calloused hand wrapping around his chin to pull him into a searing kiss.

Moaning, the blonde guitarist turned to press against his lover, long arms around the older man's neck. "Mm... I missed you."

"Could've fooled me," was all he got in reply as Aki looked over Uruha's shoulder to the man his lover had been dancing with. Before he could even say anything, the blonde was pressing against him that much harder, his thigh intentionally grinding against Aki's crotch.

"Mm... Aki," he called in the man's ear, "Can't we take him home with us tonight? I bet you he's damn good in bed. If he moves like that, he has to be."

"I'll go get the car, meet me outside." Aki smiled before stealing another kiss from his lover's lips. There were times when he questioned just how much Uruha cared about him, but he also knew that the man was nearly insatiable. And it wasn't like he exactly disliked the idea of inviting someone into the bedroom to join them. It was a ten minute drive back to their apartment, and it took everything the three of them had not to do anything.

Uruha managed to make it inside the door before he pinned his dance partner to the nearest wall, kissing him breathless while skilled fingers worked to undo the man's shirt. Aki simply smiled and locked the door behind himself before guiding both of them to the bedroom. "We agreed no more fucking against the wall, not after what happened at the last apartment, remember?"

The third member cocked a quizical brow before shrugging it off, stripping out of his shirt and then the rest of his clothes. Uruha had turned the radio on, and wouldn't you know it? The Love Juice song was on again. There was a wicked smile on his lips as he moved to Aki, hips swaying seductively as he worked to undress his lover, awarding himself the same treatment from the bassist.

The other man laid on the bed, stroking himself slowly as he watched the sight. "Fuck..." What came next was more of a surprise, the two separated, coming around opposite sides of the bed before crawling up until they were on either side of the man. All he could see was a mass of black and blonde hair, but seeing didn't matter. What he felt, well that was a whole different story. A long, low groan passed his lips the moment he felt their tongues flicker over his arousal. But then he felt it, the piercing in Aki's tongue hit him like a ton of bricks, causing his whole body to arch, begging for more.

The bassist put a hand on the flat of the other's stomach, holding him down as both he and Uruha took turns sucking him off. But the blonde pulled away, moving to the bedside table. It was then that he grabbed the lubricant. Looking down at the man his lover was currently deep-throating, a smirk crossed his lips. "It's amazing isn't it? So... Top or bottom which would you prefer?"

"Nn... Just fuck me already. I don't care."

Pulling away from the younger male, Aki took the bottle of lube into his hand before slicking his fingers, teasing one against the brunette's entrance, slowly pushing in. "Gotta love that enthusiam." Licking his lips, he worked the digit in and out before adding another, stretching and pressing against the other's prostate teasingly. The youth moaned, body arching away from the bed. After the third finger was inserted, he knew he wouldn't really last too long. The two of them together sucking him off had nearly done him in, then again he was sure anyone would feel that way.

Aki moved him, though, Uruha was then laid onto his back in the middle of the bed before the brunette was ushered closer. He found himself straddling the guitarist, a smirk on his lips as he slowly slipped the blonde's cock inside of himself. Licking his lips, he moved slowly. It wasn't until he was pushed forward a bit that he realized this wasn't just going to be a simple one at a time fuck. The bassist wasted no time in preparing his lover, and the newbie wasn't sure which was more exciting, the moans coming from Uruha's lips or the fact that he was just involved in this.

Slowly the black-haired male slipped inside of the young guitarist, one arm wrapping around the brunette's waist to stroke his length as he thrust in and out of the blonde. Uruha cried out as Aki hit his prostate, one hand lifting and clenching the youth's hip. The other moved that much faster, his rhythm faltering as he neared his orgasm, a loud cry of both of their name's passing his lips as he came.

It took him a few moments to catch his breath before he slipped off of the older male, watching as Aki pounded away. The way Uruha's back arched was beautiful, the bassist's hand stroking him in time with each thrust. The brunette was tempted to count and see just how much longer the guitarist could hold on, but he found the thought short-lived as the blonde cried out his lover's name and fell back on the bed in a euphoric mess.

He was almost positive that Aki wouldn't hold out much longer, he had to imagine that Uruha was gripping him like a vice now. He was right, what with the way the bassist's rhythm slipped and he gave a few hard, deep thrusts into his lover before releasing inside of him. It was then that he collapsed on top of Uruha, kissing him lovingly.

But it was that shit-eating grin that threw him off, that look on Uruha's face that just said he was up to something.

"What?" Aki asked curiously before sitting up and slipping out of his lover.

"Aren't you glad I asked Akanishi-kun to join us tonight?"

Tora watched as a pierced tongue ran over Uruha's lips before parting them and disappearing, he had to admit he was slightly jealous. Leaning back against the locked door, he rubbed himself through his jeans as he stared at the scene playing out before him. Ever since he had seen Sadie's pv for Crimson Tear he had found Aki to be insanely gorgeous. It didn't help that he loved oral and the way that man worked his tongue over his bass, well...

Uruha moaned and pressed against the older male, grinding his hips against Aki's in attempt to get something more. Calloused fingers skimmed over the blonde's jeans, undoing the buttons of his black jeans before pushing them away. It was when the Gazette guitarist's arousal was revealed that Tora let out an audible moan, catching both of the other two's attention. There was a devious smirk on the bassist's lips as he kissed his way down the other's chest, eyes never leaving Tora's as he moved infinitely lower.

The way Aki moved was delicious to watch, his tongue sliding oh so slowly over the heated flesh of Uruha's erection. Beautiful. Licking his dry lips, the Alice nine guitarist just stared, aching to feel something. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself on his knees on the opposite side of Aki, his own tongue flicking out to catch the blonde's arousal. Uruha's head fell back against the wall with a thud and a moan. "Fuck..."

Reaching down with both hands, one hand curled in brunette hair, the other in black, trying to force both of them to do more. It was pointless, he knew that of Aki. But Tora, however, moved to take him completely. Shuddering, the younger male pulled him back quickly, knowing if the two kept this up he'd get off entirely too soon. Cocking his head towards the bedroom, he motioned towards it. "The bed's more comfortable."

Tora was tempted to ask just how Uruha knew how comfortable Aki's bed was, but he had a feeling the answer was self-explanatory. It was, at least, when Aki stood and the blonde practically climbed into his arms, strong arms holding him in the air as those beautiful thighs wrapped around a slender frame. Guided by the couple, the taller male followed and wasted no time stripping off his clothes while Uru made quick work of Aki's.

The way the two moved with one another was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The blonde resting on all fours while the bassist sat behind him, spreading the younger male's cheeks before flicking his tongue over the other's puckered muscle. Gods be damned. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he moved to the head of the bed, near Uruha's face, taking a seat beside him, he pulled his label-mate into a kiss, tongue delving between his lips.

When Uruha pulled back, he smirked and winked to the taller male. "Tora... Move a bit closer will you?" When the older male did as he was asked, the blonde took the whole of Tora's length into his mouth, sucking furiously. The force of the other's mouth was more than he had expected. God it was delicious. Licking his lips, the Alice nine guitarist just watched the shorter male's head bob up and down over his cock, mesmerized by the way he moaned around him from Aki's ministrations.

It wasn't until he felt Uruha shake a bit that he realized Aki had begun to penetrate him, one arm wrapping around the youngest of the three's waist to stroke him. Dark eyes met Tora's as a smirk crossed the bassist's lips. "Do you want to fuck him, Tora? Of course you do, you want to feel those thighs wrapped around you, gripping you like a vice, can't say I blame you."

Prying himself away from that beautiful mouth, Tora moved to Aki, while Uruha moved onto his back. Slowly he lowered himself and pressed into the blonde's tight heat, crying out at just how tight the other was. "Fuck me..." However, he hadn't realized the severity of his words. He wasn't against being fucked, but he hadn't expected to feel a lubricated finger press against his entrance and slowly wiggle in. Carefully he pumped himself into Uruha's body, angling himself to strike the other's prostate.

The bassist had worked his way up to three fingers before he pulled out and bent Tora over the blonde just a bit. Aki kissed along the taller male's neck as he slowly entered him, earning a groan from both of the younger men in his bed. It was at a slow, steady pace that Aki moved, Tora syncing himself with the older man's movements as he pumped into Uruha. When Aki pulled out, he pulled back from the blonde.

Wrapping a hand around Uruha's neglected length, Tora stroked him as their pace increased. He wasn't used to this feeling, so with a cry of both names, he released deep into Uruha's body. Aki smirked and continued pumping himself into the older of the two guitarists. Uruha cried out not long after Tora's release, having reached his own. It wasn't until Tora had pulled away from Uruha completely that Aki thrust into him a bit harder and quite a bit faster, angling himself to hit the other's prostate to make him see a few stars. After a few sporadic thrusts, the bassist released and pulled out, laying down beside the two.

"Fuck... I don't think I can make it home," Tora whispered hoarsely.

It was then that Uruha moved and kissed him gently before replying, "Then stay here tonight. You're fun to play with Tora-shi. Next time we'll have to plan this out."

"Next time?"

There was really no telling how they had all ended up here. There weren't any label ties, or band ties for that matter. And to be honest, they didn't have much in common other than their love for music. The three of them were about as unalike as could be, the one tall, lanky, and slightly dorky. Another short and hot tempered, while the last one was inbetween with a rather... Odd angle on life.

Everything had occured by chance. Whoever would've thought Karyu would be walking along, a bit too wrapped up in the manga he had just picked up and bumped into an already ill-tempered Wataru? Okay, so maybe that was a little more reasonable than how they ended up---Wait, that comes later. Anyway, after apologizing half a million times and offering to make up for his mishap however possible, Wataru finally forgave him.

"Ano... Would you mind if I walked with you? Seein' as I'm going the same direction," Karyu questioned the smaller male who simply shrugged. The two pretty much walked in silence until they reached Wataru's apartment building. The 'creator' as he preferred to be called began fishing for his keys, growling and cursing under his breath sa he couldn't find them.

"Where the fuck are th---" the younger male paused as he noticed that the guitarist had a key, unlocking the door and holding it open for the other. "What the--"

"I live on the fifth floor." Karyu simply shrugged and practically drug Wataru inside. "Though I didn't know you lived here too."

"Yeah well... I live on the fourth and I didn't know you lived her either. I guess it's just a result of barely being home." Wataru shrugged and pressed the up button for the elevator, waiting impatiently as always. "I swear this damn thing is always so fucking slow!"

There was a devious smirk on the guitarist's lips as the bell chimed and the doors opened. Once he had slipped inside, the taller male pressed the buttons for the fourth and fifth floor before leaning against a wall, "You know.. I've always thought it was a good thing that this was so slow."

"Yeah? Well I think you're fucking craz--" Wataru wasn't allowed the chance to finish as his eyes caught sight of Karyu's hand slipping down the front of his body, brushing ever so carefully against his crotch. He had always heard that the guys from D'espairsRay were rather sexual, but did he ever believe it? No. Of course not. It was supposed to be a gimmick, a joke. But to see the tall man touching himself like so, knowing that they could stop at any given floor and another person join them, well... Needless to say, Wataru was stunned.

The worst part was, Karyu knew that he had the younger male's attention, he could see the lust building in the vocalist's eyes. And it was like the man had split personalities or something; wasn't the man before him, touching himself, just tripping over him out on the street? And now, here he was... He was as seductive as a man could get. There was something wrong with this picture. It didn't help that the smaller male just couldn't look away.

Karyu didn't skip a beat as his skilled fingers rubbed himself through the material of his jeans, pulling the fabric tight to allow the other to see the growing bulge. A soft whimper escaped the blonde before he finally moved closer, one hand reaching up to grip the guitarist's hair at the nape of his neck before pulling him down to his own level. Their lips met in a rough kiss, one that ellicited a strangled moan from the taller male.

Wataru's fingers were just as skilled, but with a different purpose. The vocalist's digits set out to undo the other's belt and pants, pulling them down slightly to reveal the older male's erection. There wasn't a shred of hesitation from either of them as the blonde's fingers wrapped around the swollen flesh, stroking him quickly.

The bell chimed again, the third floor. Fuck, only one floor left until... Wait, it stopped. Wataru pressed closer to Karyu who was sending him a rather vicious glare. The guitarist leaned over the smaller male to whisper in his ear. "You dare to fucking stop and I swear I'll make you regret it." Even with the door opening and someone entering, the vocalist continued pumping the taller male's length. The tone in the older male's voice having worried him slightly.

The black haired male that entered the elevator pressed the button for the first floor, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized it was going to take awhile as they had to go up before they could go down. Ryuutarou tried to keep his eyes focused on the buttons lighting up as they reached each floor instead of the... Couple on the other side of the car? It's not like he couldn't tell what they were doing.

And it wasn't until the blonde had moved his head just so that the Plastic Tree vocalist realized just who the two were. The taller one... He was with that band... Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, what was their name? Despair...Despa.... D'espairsRay? Yeah that sounded right. The guitarist, if he remembered correctly which would make him... "Karyu?" A most unmanly squeak escaped Ryuutarou's lips as he realized he had said that aloud.

The two on the otherside looked up, though the blonde... Oh what was his name... Waru....Watu... Wataru? Something like that. He never stopped stroking the taller male. A soft blush crept over the elder vocalist's cheeks as he was addressed. "Can I help you?"

"G-gomen. I didn't mean to interrupt. I recognized you and I... I was trying to remember your name and by accident--"

"You didn't interrupt a damn thing," Wataru smirked before moving to show that he was still pleasuring the guitarist. But the bell chimed again and the small vocalist looked up to Karyu. "How about you put that thing back in your pants for a few moments? And you," the blonde turned his attention back to Ryuutarou. "Why don't you come with us?"

"M-me? Are you.. I mean... What?" But before he could refuse, the guitarist had himself dressed again and was guiding Ryuutarou out of the elevator.

For being so skinny, Ryuutarou didn't expect Karyu to have as much strength as he did. And what was even more odd to him was the fact that while Wataru fished for his keys, the guitarist pinned him against the wall, lips attacking his own feverishly. A stifled whimper passing the elder vocalist's lips as he succumbed to the taller male. Finally he heard the click of the door opening and a grumbling of "C'mon!". The three slipped into the apartment and it was then that Ryuutarou realized he couldn't leave, not that he really wanted to.

The three stood there, looking at one another before Karyu kicked off his shoes and began undoing his pants again. "C'mon, we all know what the fuck we're here for." The tall man's pants fell to the floor as he slipped off his shirt, leaving him in a pair of boxers. Wataru was the next to strip, there was only one main difference, he stripped completely. The two practically teamed up on the older male, coaxing him out of his clothes with ease.

Karyu's mouth met with Ryuutarou's neck, nipping, biting, sucking at random patches of skin, his crotch grinding into the vocalist/guitarist's ass. Wataru was quick to begin stroking the older male's steadily growing erection while his lips trailed up his chest to his neck. While the guitarist focused on one side, the vocalist turned to the other before moving up to pull Ryuutarou into a kiss.

Subconsciously, Wataru lead the three of them back to his bedroom. Ryuutarou was the first to meet the bed, falling flat on his back. In a heartbeat, the blonde and the guitarist were on their knees on either side of him. Together they leaned in, skilled tongues lapping at his cock like it were some sort of candy. But just as suddenly as it had started, Wataru's mouth was gone from him. Looking up, the Plastic Tree frontman noticed that the vocalist had gone to retrieve something.

During his absence, Karyu took it upon himself to take the whole of Ryuutarou's length into his mouth, elliciting a loud groan of his name and the other's back to arch. The next thing he knew there was a dip in the bed as Wataru climbed back into it, only this time he moved up to pull the older vocalist into a kiss after depositing a few things beside the guitarist.

Karyu didn't cease his mouth as his hands reached for something that Wataru had left by him. The vocalists both heard that familiar click of a cap as the taller male opened the well-used bottle of lube. After coating his fingers thoroughly, he pressed a long digit to the older male's entrance. Breaking the kiss, Ryuutarou's head fell back with a gasp as the younger male's finger slipped inside of him.

Without warning, the guitarist pushed Wataru to bend overtop of the black-haired vocalist. Pulling back from Ryuutarou's member, Karyu smirked as he slipped a finger inside of the blonde without warning while adding a second digit inside of the older male. The two seemed to moan in perfect harmony and god was it ever gorgeous to the taller male's ears.

"K-Karyu..." Ryuutarou whimpered as his hips bucked up, "Please?"

Oh what he wouldn't do to have had a video camera there to at least record that sweet plea. Karyu crooked the fingers inside of Ryuutarou, finding that special little gland to make him cry out. "Please what, Ryuutarou?"

"Nn... Fuck me already! God damnit!"

It took a bit of work to keep himself from laughing at the blunt response, but the tallest of the three simply removed his digits and slipped a condom over his arousal. With a bit more lube worked over his cock, Karyu found himself moving so he could position himself just right. Slowly he worked himself into the older male, both of them groaning in pure ecstasy.

Wataru pouted, as he was the only one left out of this. So without warning, he took a second condom and put it onto Ryuutarou's member, coated it with lube and impaled himself on the vocalist's cock. Karyu lifted one hand up to pull the youngest of the three into a kiss. All the while, the Plastic Tree frontman's hand reached up and began stroking Wataru's erection.

The three worked in unison, Karyu thrusting in at the same time that Wataru would push down on Ryuutarou. And as the guitarist's pace increased and his motions erratic, the small vocalist found himself doing the same. For both Wataru and Ryuutarou it was a bit odd crying out two names as they climaxed, but Karyu didn't seem to have much of an issue as he came a few moments later.

Slowly, the three pulled apart, spreading out on the bed.

"Well... That was an interesting start to the day," Ryuutarou smirked.

"Yeah... You could say that..." Wataru yawned.

"So... We should try this again sometime."

Karyu sat on the couch in the practice room, fingers idly strumming his guitar as he watched the bassist play his PSP. A soft sigh passed the taller male's lips as he set the guitar aside and pulled out his cigarettes. As if on instinct, Zero set the game aside before stealing the guitarist's cigarettes, quickly lighting one for himself.

"You could've just asked for one, Zero," Karyu hissed. The harsh tone in his voice was more out of habit than anger or annoyance, but it was there none the less.

"Fine. Can I please have this cigarette that I just lit, Karyu-chan?" Giggling, the older male didn't wait for a response before he took a few puffs and pulled out his cellphone, fingers dancing over the keys as he sent a reply to whoever had just messaged him. Karyu took out a cancer stick for himself and walked away.

With a heavy sigh the guitarist opened the nearest window, sat down on the sill and lit the cigarette. The lanky figure would cast a longing gaze in the direction of the bassist everytime he'd hear a giggle and the familiar ring of the man's mobile.

Whoever it was on the other end of Zero's textual conversation had earned himself the top slot on Karyu's "People I'd Like To Kill" list. But unfortunately for the young guitarist, the older male would remain quite mum on the name of his new lover. Karyu wasn't sure if he should be grateful or annoyed. On one hand it meant he didn't have to hear the name over and over again, at the same time it meant that Zero didn't trust him.

Finishing his cigarette, the guitarist moved to pack up his guitar and set his stuff to the side. "I"m gonna head out. Maybe stop and get a drink or something."

Looking up, Hizumi and Tsukasa glanced from karyu to the seemingly oblivious Zero. Both of them knew it was a makeshift invitation for the bassist to join the youngest. Looking up at the guitarist, Zero blinked a few times. "Mou... C-Can I come too, Karyu-kun?"

"Sure. I'll be outside," Karyu had just stepped out the door when Tsukasa slipped out to question him.

"Karyu-kun, you okay? You've been acting odd lately," the drummer asked, afraid that something was seriously wrong.

"Yeah. I"m fine, why do you think something's wrong?" It worried Karyu that the others were overreacting the way they were.

"Let's see... You won't come out clubbing with us, you're spacing out most of the time. And everytime Zero starts texting someone, you get all pissy and walk off. Look, Hizumi and I... We know you like Zero, but we all know how he gets. Until you put it to him bluntly, he's not going to know a damn thing."

"Mou... I thought.... I thought I had made it obvious, several times I just---" Karyu started, stopping himself as the door opened again.

"Ready?" The bassist asked, a smile curling on his lips. WIth a nod, Karyu waved to Tsukasa who watched the two walk away.

They walked in silent a majority of the way, stopping at the first Starbucks they came to. "Mou... Karyu-kun?"

"Yes, Zero?" The guitarist paused, looking down at his bandmate.

"Who is he?"

Blinking down at his friend, Karyu tried to think of a possible explanation for Zero to be questioning him. Afterall it was Zero who had a boyfriend, not him. "Who is who?"

"The guy... You know, the one who's ben keeping you home when we all go out. Who... Is... He?" Zero questioned again.

"Oh... His name is Shinji," Karyu lied. He didn't want to come off as being pathetic for wallowing in his own self-pity from Zero's happiness.

"Shinji, huh? Is he good to you?"

Laughing, the guitarist nodded. "Of course he is. I wouldn't be with him otherwise. And you? Is this new guy you're with treating you good? I"ll kick his ass if he hurts you."

"Y-yeah... H-he's good to me," there was something off about Zero's behavior, but Karyu didn't question it. "C'mon, Karyu-kun, let's go inside and get some coffee."

Most of their time spent in the coffeeshop was spent in silence. From time to time they'd make idle conversation but for the most part, they were silent. "Karyu... What happened between us? We used to talk and hang out, now you talk to Tsukasa and hang out with noone."

The taller male wanted to protest, that it was Zero who drifted away. That the bassist spent more time texting or playing that damn PSP to notice.

"Zero... No offense, but it wasn't me who walked away from our--" There was that stupid ringtone again, and there Zero went opening his phone. "Fuck it... Whoever the fuck he is, is obviously more important. I give up, Zero." And as Karyu stood, he took off the necklace the bassist had given him years ago. After that, the guitarist made a speedy exit.

He didn't go straight home, no he stopped by the nearest liquor store, grabbing a bottle of their strongest spirits. Karyu had left his mobile at home, so god knows how many calls he had on it. Then there was the house phone, and the answering machine beside it that had a large, red, blinking number three on it. "Great...."

Delete.

Delete.

Delete.

Karyu glared at the his mobile on the table beside it as Zero's ringtone filled his ears. He waited until it flashed 'One Missed Call' before he opened it and turned the damned thing off.

Picking up the photo album that contained a majority of this pictures of Zero and himself, Karyu opened his bottle of alcohol, taking a decent swig of it. The house phone rang again, and yet again the answering machine picked up.

"Karyu... Please. You're scaring me. I'm sorry, alright! Just please answer your phone."

Instead of doing as asked, the guitarist decided to chug a good portion of his alcohol before groaning. As he sat there, listening to track number six on a c.d that was given to him by Matt of Bullet for My Valentine during the Taste of Chaos tour. A Perfect Circle's Mer de Noms, album. 3 Libras was the name of the song and the emotions and lyrics brought tears to his eyes.

Before he knew it, Karyu had a sheet of paper and a pen in his hand as he wrote his apology to his three bandmates.

The guitarist was three sheets to the wind as he made his way to his bedroom. It was there, on his bedside table that he found the picture of all four of them together. There was no hint of hesitation in the guitarist's movements as he reached for the knife in the drawer. And as he ran the blade along the vein in his wrist, his eyes never left the picture of them.

Everything had been so perfect then, so happy and peaceful. "I'm sorry," he whispered as the blood drained from his wrist. And as the familiar numbness covered his body, he sang along weakly with the song. "You don't... You don't.... You don't see me..."

"You don't... You don't... You don't see me at all." Karyu's eyes grew heavy as he laid back on his bed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I was nervous as I watched him, sitting there with the guitar in his hands. He was always so beautiful, so unlike anyone I had ever met. Sanaka failed in comparison, and that's saying something considering I had once loved that man. But Tora... Tora was just awe-inspiring, perfect.

So why was I nervous? Well... This was the first time we have really been alone since his hernia, and I wasn't quite sure how to react. Sure, he was fine now. But there was always that fear of reinjuring him, paralyzing him for good this time... I didn't want to take that chance, and as much as I loved him... I just... I couldn't.

The soft melody he played, it melts my heart every single time he plays it. And he knows it, he uses it against me. The moment he looks up at me and smiles, I know I'm done for. Nervously he nibbles on that deliciously pierced bottom lip, the one I love to nip and tug on when we're having sex.

Without thinking, without hesitation, I crawl across the living room floor, gently set the guitar to the side and straddle his lap. Those wonderfully calloused hands slip beneath my over-sized shirt to rest on my waist. A gentle squeeze of his hands and a soft sigh escaped Tora's half-parted lips before I close the gap between us. Our lips met and I watched as his eyes fell shut.

And those hands are pushing up, revealing my boxer-clad body. It was just the two of us, I could be comfortable, right? Well even my slightly baggy boxers were getting tight at just the thought of what he was doing to me. Shirtless now, I returned the favor, removing his thin tanktop from his form before I pushed him to lay on his back.

There was no resistance from him as his hands slid down to rest on my hips. Rough fingers circle the soft skin, dark eyes watching as I situated myself between his legs. My lips trailed their way down Tora's chest while I playfully let my fingertips dance along his inner thighs. The soft whimpers escaping him were so delicious that it took all I had not to just give in and give him what I knew he wanted.

And as much as I wanted to do just that, I wanted to make this special, as special as our first time had been. Memorable, that's what I wanted. I wanted him to remember this, even if things came to their worst and we separated. Contrary to belief, he wasn't the domineering seme everyone thought he would be. No, my darling tiger was quite fond of his place with me, though there have been a few times when he's taken over.

My mouth reached his silk-covered erection and I pulled the material taut, the tip of my tongue gradually running over his member. There wasn't a need for words between us as I fulfilled our needs, pulling down his boxers and taking the tip of his arousal between my lips, I sucked lightly. His breath caught in his throat and Tora's body arched, sending his length further into the warmth of my mouth. Normally, I'd punish him for it, but today, I welcomed it.

Like any good lover, I took the rest of him in, sucking lightly as I let my hands move over his body. To be honest, I wasn't expecting him to take one of my hands to his lips and suck on my fingers. A silent plea. Impatient kitten, you'll get your turn. I let him do as he would, focusing on his hardness, sucking roughly, head bobbing up and down at a teasingly slow pace.

He was ready, I knew it the moment his legs spread and his mouth ceased, obligingly I gave him what he wanted. Circling a finger around his entrance, I teased before pressing one into him. It's been two months since we've done anything remotely sexual, and the pure tight heat that was my lover engulfed me. The feeling was so intense that I had to halt myself.

My eyes roamed his writhing body to see that devious smirk on his lips. I added a second finger without allowing him to adjust, fingers crooking instantly to skillfully find that little spot. That long body of his arched and he moaned, his head falling back as he gasped for air.

Finally, I begin pumping my digits in and out of the younger one, my free hand pumping his member. When the guitarist began pushing back against me, a smirk crossed my lips. Greedy little pet. Licking my lips I removed my fingers only to sit back.

A whimper of loss fell passed his lips as he looked up to me, a questioning look on his face. But before I could make a move, he was on his knees before me, fingers expertly curling under the waistband of my boxers to pull them down and off of me. That luscious mouth of his instantly wrapping around my cock. Gods, it almost felt like the first time all over again.

But I didn't let him linger for long, he knew the drill as he laid himself back down, again I positioned myself between his legs, lifting them so I could align myself. Ever so slowly did I push into him, moaning at the sensation. Once I was fully inside of him, I lingered in that position, leaning down to kiss him.

Our bodies began rocking together on their own accord, at least it seemed that way. As I pumped into him at a slow pace, perfectly angled to strike that sweet spot with each thrust inward, brushing it on the way out, I could feel him nearing his orgasm. That's what I wanted, to see him lose control again, to see him writhing, squirming, panting beneath me just like he used to do.

Taking ahold of his neglected member, I stroked him in time with my increasing thrusts. Only a few minutes later did his body jerk, and his seed coated his stomach and my hand. There was no thought to my actions as I lifted my hand to my lips, sucking my fingers clean. Pumping into him a few more times, the heat and beautiful contractions of his body brought me to my edge, throwing me off in a sudden blink of the eyes.

After I collapsed onto my lover, he rolled us over and towered over me. A soft kiss was exchanged before he reached up to pull a blanket down from the couch. We laid like that for what felt like hours, just holding one another close, enjoying the after-sex warmth that seemed to make his skin glow.

Like a coward, I waited until he had drifted into a light slumber to spill my heart to him. I'm sorry, my tiger, my love, sorry that the only time I can give you the words I know you long to hear is when you dream of them. But dream, and know, know that I love you with all of my heart and some day soon... I'll have the courage to kiss your lips and say these words to see the happiness shining in your eyes...

It was one of those normal days, the sun was shining and the skies were clear and little birds chirped on tree branches. A normal spring day. But all that was going to change in a heartbeat.

Wrinkled ad in hand and a slight bounce in his steps, Miyavi scanned the streets, looking for the coffee shop the paper advertised. Finally spotting, he stopped with a frown. This was the place?

The "charming, quaint coffee shop" that was being advertised was simply put, a dump. Peeling paint, broken window frames and shutters, and Miyavi was pretty sure the roof was about the cave any second. Eyeing the building with a wary eye, he hesitantly knocked and waited.

He couldn't afford to not take a job. Not right now. With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair, letting the long black locks spill over a shoulder.

Inside the quaint coffee shop, a tall young man stood on a ladder, hammering away at a few nails. He was trying to get this place fixed up for cheap. Tora wished he would've had another option than to take this crappy place, but his grandmother... God bless her, wanted him to prove to her that he could do something with his life.

So needless to say, Miyavi's knock went unnoticed. With a roll of his hips and a huff of annoyance, he knocked again. After a few moments of waiting with, again, no answer, he tried the door.

"H-Hello? Is anybody in he--" Miyavi paused as he saw the man on the ladder. Well, let's just say that it wasn't the man himself that caught his attention, but his ass. And though he knew it was wrong! Oh so terribly wrong, he couldn't look away. Said man, who had been so preoccupied with hammering away, hadn't noticed the door open. That is, not until he heard the voice.

Gasping, Tora fell backwards off the ladder, landing mostly on his rear but hitting his head as he fell the rest of the way. Quickly, Miyavi was at his side, kneels beside the man to check his head for any injuries. "Oh my god! Are you... Are you alright?"

"H-hai. Who are you?" Blinking, Tora sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Miyavi." With a smile, Miyavi let his fingers quickly run through Tora's hair, feeling for any bumps or cuts of any sort. "I came here about the ad." Glancing around the inside of the cafe, he rolled his eyes. Quaint his ass, the place was a dump, just as it was outside. "Although, I think you shouldn't lie, this place isn't quaint."

Tora couldn't help but be slightly miffed by those words. Of course it was quaint, it was small and cute and just...needed a lot of fixing up to do. But it was still quaint! "Just you wait until I fix it up, it'll be the quaintest, cutest coffee shop in all of Japan." Or at least that was the plan. But falling of ladders and having his head groped by a rather pretty looking girl wasn't on his list of things to do today, not that he was complaining. Standing and giving Miyavi a pat on the shoulder in reassurance, he glanced the other up and down. Tall with pouting lips and long hair that fell in silky layers against thin shoulders, Tora wasn't complaining about his view. "So. You want a job. What can you do?"

"Mm... Well, I can cook, clean, take orders, serve orders, and I can help you fix this place up. It needs a more... Gentle touch, don't you think?" Miyavi grinned, holding up a peace sign.

After a few moments of contemplating, Tora shrugged. "I suppose it could use a woman's touch. I can't pay you much at first, but once we get this place opened, I promise it'll go up. And it'll be difficult, this being a brand new shop and all. So what do you say? Still wanna work for me?"

Thoughtfully, the more feminine of the two men tapped his chin, a wide grin crossing his lips. "Sure! Why not? Now... Give me something to do--"

"Oh! I'm such an idiot... Forgive me, my name's Tora. I own this shop, well... Actually my grandmother owns it but yeah... Anyway. If you wanna pick up a hammer and start nailing up those new boards, we'll be set."

Grinning still, Miyavi picked up the hammer and went to work, mostly keeping to himself as he carefully pondered over Tora's words. 'Feminine touch', eh? Well, if Tora thought he was a girl, he certainly wasn't going to complain. It wasn't the first time it happened and for all he knew, it could've been part of the reason he was hired. Driving the nails into the board, carefully tapping away with the hammer, chancing a few secret glances at Tora when he could. Miyavi wasn't going to lie to himself, Tora was hot. Plain and simple. And he had an ass to die for.

Tora occupied himself as much as he could, glad for the sudden extra pair of hands to help him. And he really couldn't get over how cute this new girl was. Sending him all those coy looks, thinking he didn't notice. He couldn't help but feel a little smug on the inside. First day at work and he already had a cute waitress working for him. Firmly nailing another board in place, he heard the door creak open again and this time, he was greeted with a familiar face. "Ah, Uruha-kun, you come to help me or to laugh at all the work I have to do."

Uruha simply laughed, honeyed hair glowing brightly under the sunlight. "A little bit of both." Brown eyes instantly fixed on Miyavi, brows raising. "A new worker already?"

Tora smirked, arms crossing over his chest as he stood up straight. "That's right. First day of working in this cafe and I've got myself a cute waitress working for me who not only knows how to do everything a waitress should but also can fix up the place."

Uruha just laughed at that, waving off the confused look Tora sent him. Waitress, ha. This was going to be fun. "So, what's her name?"

"Miyavi." Tora answered with a smirk. "Isn't she beautiful," he nudged Uruha's shoulder and handed over another hammer. "Now c'mon, get to work, why don't you. My assistant manager can afford to do some work."

Narrowing his eyes at his 'boss' slash best friend, "Yeah, yeah... Shut up." The honey-blonde took his spot at work next to Miyavi. "So... How'd he con you into working here?"

A smile crossed the taller male's lips and he shrugged. "He didn't really. I needed a job, and he needed help. I'm Miyavi, by the way."

"Hai. I know who you are. I'm Uruha, the quote Assistant Manager. At least that's what he calls me when he wants me to do something." The two laughed and joked as they went to work.

As the hours ticked by, Tora pulled back and dragged his arm across his forehead, wiping off the sweat. He wasn't used to all this hardwork, he was used to posh, upscale cafe's and restaurants and being waited on hand and foot. This, actual manual labor, was more tiring then he thought. Hearing bright laughter, Tora couldn't help but let a smile quirk against his lips. Miyavi looked gorgeous like that. Head thrown back, laughter bubbling up from his throat, those big dark eyes closed in pure happiness. Too bad he was Miyavi's boss, otherwise, he would've flipped out his phone and asked for a number the moment the other had walked in.

Miyavi set his hammer down, gathering his long hair into a loose ponytail. All this hammering and cleaning was making him work up a sweat and it looked like Uruha wasn't fairing any better. Chancing a glance at Tora, he was almost surprised to see the other staring at him, but he simply flashed his boss a smile and a wave and picked up his hammer again. Uruha's eyes narrowed in the slightest bit, lips curving up into a sly smile. Watching Miyavi pick up the hammer again, he couldn't help but laugh internally. Oh, this was going to be so much more fun than he had first thought. Not bothering to pick up his own hammer again, he glanced at Tora and wrinkled his nose. "Oi, manager-san, feed your workers before they drop dead from exhaustion, you slaver-driver."

Laughing, Tora stretched and licked his lips. "Hmm... Well, what do you want, Urupon? Or better yet... Why don't you decide, Miyavi. Anything you want for lunch? We can order take out and have it delivered here or one of us can go and get it."

With a laugh Uruha leaned in to whisper in Miyavi's ear. Tora hated secrets, but when Miyavi spoke, a smile crossed his lips. "I think... You should go get us some pizza. Pepperoni for me, Supreme for Uruha-san."

"You can call me Uruha, Miyavi-chan. But yeah, Manager-san, why don't you go get us some pizza and we'll keep working?"

Nodding with a solid pout, Tora cleaned himself up a bit before heading out the door. The good thing was, the pizza parlour was only a few doors down.

With a soft hum, Miyavi dusted off his hands as best as he could and sat down on the cleanest spot on the floor. Leaning back against his hands, he let out a sigh, head dropping back and his eyes closing. "Didn't think I'd be hired on the spot and then handed hammer and told to work."

Uruha joined Miyavi on the floor, carefully dusting off his clothes. "Yeah, well, neither is Tora. As his Assistent Manager I feel like it's my right to tell you that he'll probably be a shitty manager for awhile. Tora isn't used to this whole manual labor and hard work business."

Cracking an eye open, Miyavi glanced at Uruha, almost confused. With a shrug, Uruha picked at his nails. "He probably didn't tell you, but he comes from a long line of sucessful business CEO's and important people. His family's one of the richest ones in this city and the only reason he's actually doing all this work is because his grandmother refused to even think about giving him his inheritance money if he couldn't prove to her that he could do well on his own and prove himself useful."

Miyavi frowned at that, suddenly finding himself a little less impressed with Tora. He never really did care for the insanely rich and even less for their spoiled, no good children. Seeing that look cross over Miyavi's face, Uruha spoke again. "He may be a little spoiled and a little ridiculous, but he's a good guy really. When he gets passoinate about something, he doesn't stop until he's got it."

"Oh...But he's not... Passionate about this, is he?" Miyavi asked curiously.

"Well... Not really. But I think... I think with time he will." Uruha ran his fingers through his hair, looking out the window for any signs of Tora. "So... How long you gonna let him think you're a girl, Miyavi-chan?" It was funny to him, really, he knew his friend was dumb about some things, but to be this dumb... Well... It was rather... What's the word, hilarious?

"Oh, I dunno... I was thinking about letting him figure it out on his own, but we'll have to see." Giggling, Miyavi reached out and poked the tip of Uruha's nose. "How quickly did you figure it out?"

"Well, to be honest, right off the bat. I think it's cute though. Can't wait to see you wearing the little lolita outfits everyday to work." Grinning, the assistant manager leaned back on his hands, a roll of laughter escaping his lips as a look of complete shock crossed the man's face.

"He didn't say anything about a uniform! Let alone a lolita costume." There was a shrug and a small giggle before Miyavi brushed it off. "Oh well."

"I didn't really think you'd be opposed to wearing skirts, since you're wearing that anyways." Glancing down at the semi-skirt, or whatever it was that Miyavi was wearing, he simply raised a brow at it. "You clearly have a somewhat warped sense of fashion." Miyavi simply answered him with another giggle, covering it behind his hand.

Just as a comfortable silence began to settle between the two, Tora burst in, pizza boxes in hand and a pleased look on his face, glad to see both Uruha and Miyavi still there. "God, you took long enough, Tora, you better be on top of all this when you hire more workers or I'll have to be the one fending off hungry workers while you get your slow ass back here." With a grin, Uruha took the boxes down, grateful for the food. Miyavi simply smiled up at Tora (and Tora was tempted to say it made his knees feel a little weak). Opening his box, he offered the other a slice. Grinning, Tora accepted it and opted to sit next to Miyavi. "At this rate, if we get a few more workers, I say we could be done in a week. I'll have to hire a plumber and electrician to figure out all that stuff, but I think I'm willing to shell out a few bucks if it means getting it done right and fast."

Blinking, Uruha fell back in shock. "You're going to spend money? I think you're just trying to show off to Miyavi-chan, Tora-shi." Sticking out his tongue the blonde ate his pizza in peace, even after receiving numerous glares from his best friend.

"Brat," Tora spat at the shorter male, a grin still on his face. "But you know... There's one thing that we absolutely need to figure out today... A name." Sighing he took a bite of his pizza, looking between the two. "Something that stands out..."

Miyavi simply gave Tora a quiet look at the mention of money. It made him uncomfortable to think that Tora had money to spare like that when he knew he'd never have a fraction of Tora's money. Shaking that thought away, he tapped the tip of a long finger against his lips and Tora found that he couldn't help but be transfixed by the innocent action.

"Well. What's the atmosphere you're going for here anyways? That'll have an influence in the name."

Uruha snickered at that. "Lolita outfits. What more needs to be said?"

Tora glared at his friend again. "It's not just that, it's about being polite and getting to know your customer. Making them feel special and welcome and that the staff flatters you just in the right way."

Picking up another piece of pizza, Uruha shrugged. "I have no idea, man..."

Miyavi seemed to have spaced out at some point of the current conversation and finally came back to reality with a giggle. "How about... Sweet Loli Cafe? I mean... It's perfect, don't you think?"

The two friends looked to one another and then to Miyavi. "Sweet Loli Cafe, huh? Well... I think we have us a name, don't you, Tora-shi?" There was a rather large grin on his face.

"I like it. It's simple yet perfect. It seems you come in handy for quite a few things, eh, Miyavi?" The owner stood up and made his way to the back room, coming out with a dress on a hanger. "Here you go. This... Is your uniform."

Miyavi stopped mid-bite and just stared at the dress on the hanger. Skimpy didn't even begin to describe it. Short and black and lace and frills and ohgod, this wasn't what he was expecting. Choking a little on his pizza, Uruha helpfully pounded on Miyavi's back until he could finally breathe properly again. "You're...joking, right?" Tora just grinned and shook his head. "You said it yourself, Sweet Loli Cafe, so Sweet Loli outfit. Dont' worry, I'm sure you'll look good in it."

Uruha just laughed, clearly amused while Miyavi looked a mixture between mortified and amused himself. "So, if I get molested by any customers, I'm going to be counting on you to come to my rescue me and save my honor and dignity from being any more tarnished than it will already be from wearing that outfit." Tora nodded, extending out his pinkie as a promise. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Looping his own pinke around Tora's, he smiled. "Alright. You've officially got yourself your first waitress."