A/N: Yahoo! I’ve finally decided to post this chap! ^^;; Now, should this fic touch the borderline of R-NC you-know-what, or should it stay ‘safely’ in the R region? I have several ideas that can spout both ways, and need suggestions into which way it should incline to _ ß can you tell I’m inexperienced at this? XD Do, do, do tell me ne so I can please you all XD !!!

Kiss Me One More Time

Ritsui stumbled down the hall, his face burning red with embarrassment. He could still feel his lips tingling from that kiss.

That awful kiss... ugh! And that man!

He paused outside a desolate looking washroom, and slipped inside into one of the cubicles, locking himself inside. As he leaned against the wall, the memories of just-now rushed back to him. That man, not satisfied with just kissing on the lips, actually stuck his tongue into my mouth! IN!

…

But then there was that electric feeling, that feeling as though you’re on a high… and you want more from it.

Ritsui touched his lip hesitantly with a finger. He couldn’t help but think… - no, sense that that kiss was somehow different from what he knew. And it wasn’t because it came from a man either.

Just admit you want more, Rit. His inner voice taunted him.

 His finger curled together into a fist and he angrily slammed it into the wall.

“I don’t want MORE dammit! Because that’s wrong!”

Ah? But you can’t control your body’s reaction can you? You want to see him again, you want to feel those lovely lips on you again, and see those gray eyes… They were beautiful haunting gray eyes weren’t they, Rit?

“Shut up! I’ve only got one priority on my mind right now, and that’s getting back the fucking camera and be gone with it. Riina’s waiting.”

Yes that was what sounded right. He did everything for Riina; if he could exchange his soul for Riina’s life, he would gladly do it.

Because of what happened that year that changed Riina’s life –he hated this- forever.

And it had been entirely his fault.

~*~

“God, I’m so tired!!” Kenichi yawned as he stretched his arms high above his head. He’d taken off the black jacket, revealing the sweat-drenched white sleeveless mid-riff vest. “Glad it ended well anyway. Man, that kiss you gave that gu- er girl, was really surprising, y’know?”

Chiyoda ignored him as he pulled a huge, black shirt over his head.

“Ne, Chi-kun, that’s the first time I actually saw you interacting with a fan! What made you do it? Hm? Hm?” Kenichi badgered as he unbuckled his belt.

Chiyoda frowned. “No reason. Don’t pull your pants down in front of me.”

Kenichi glanced up with a questioning look as he tugged off one pant leg. “It’s not like you haven’t seen everything else already anyway.” He grinned. “Hey, Chi-kun…” his voice trailed off.

“What?”

“Will you kiss me like that too? Just like what you did with that fan?”

“Dream on. I’ll never do that, idiot.”

“Aw… but it’s the same isn’t it??”

“If I do that it’d just be the fake me. Besides, she’s just another goddamn fangirl.”

“Gah! What do you mean by that?” Kenichi sputtered, but Chiyoda had already turned on his heel, his hand turning the knob of the door.

“I’m going out first.” The door slammed.

Kenichi glanced up. “Oi, wait for me~! That fucking idiot….” His expression changed for a moment. “And because you think she’s a girl is what makes me afraid, Chi-kun….” He muttered softly as he pulled on a white shirt and literally kicked open the door, only to find Chiyoda spread out luxuriously on a leather couch by the side of the small room. The view it gave him made him swallow hard and inch towards the mini refrigerator, in pretense of taking out a drink but never taking his eyes off Chiyoda. 

“Chi kun, want something?” Kenichi called out casually as he took a bottle of mineral water out from the fridge.

“Hn.”

“Yes?”

“No.”

Kenichi shrugged as he screwed the cap off and took a swig from it before swaggering over to the couch. He pushed Chiyoda’s body further in and made room for himself to sit just beside Chiyoda’s chest. The man shot him an irritated glance but just threw an arm over his eyes.

Kenichi wiggled against Chiyoda a little before he set the bottle down onto the small coffee table and turned back to look at Chiyoda again. He was seemingly asleep, his dark eyelashes in contrast with his creamy complexion. Kenichi’s finger moved until it was hovering over Chiyoda’s lips, barely touching them. His pure lips… tainted by those foul ones… I’ll cleanse them away. Because only I can ever touch him. Only me. Kenichi leaned his head forwards, his long burgundy-colored bangs shadowing his eyes as he moved closer. Just as he was about to touch Chiyoda’s lips, just as he was so close to actually tasting them, the main door flew open.

“Kenichi-san.” One of the earlier beefy-looking security guards stepped in, followed closely by another. Noting that Kenichi didn’t seem to want to lift his head up to acknowledge them, he walked around and stopped short for a moment when he saw where Kenichi’s attention had been diverted to. But there was no reason to be shocked. He’d seen this often, and usually didn’t dare to disturb (for Kenichi, despite his cheerful looks, had an outrageous temper). So instead, he strode across the room to check on the dressing room nonchalantly. The other guard went to do the same but accidentally collided with the side of the coffee table, causing him to yowl softly.

Chiyoda’s hand fluttered slightly, causing the horrified Kenichi to hurriedly straighten up and direct his scowl at the guard. “Be quiet won’t you?”

“S-sorry.” He stuttered, placing the silver camcorder he was holding on the table as he rubbed his ankle painfully. Kenichi, noticing it, reached over and grabbed it, inspecting it with his hands. “Hey, where’d you get this?”

“It was from the fan who went on stage. We took it from her for safekeeping, but uh… we can’t find her yet.”

“The fan, huh…” he mused as his thumb pressed the rewind button. “I wonder what’s in here.” He pressed the play button and watched the side-viewer for the pictures to appear.

Ritsui’s disgruntled face filled the screen. “I’m at the auditorium now, and I’ve just got the seat, and waiting for the show to start. Bloody hell, Riina, you owe me one!” With that his face disappeared and showed the empty stage before it cut to Addicted’s performance. Kenichi was staring at the screen with glee; so this fag actually had a girlfriend called Riina! Joy! He’d worried so much for nothing, after all.

A hand reached over his shoulder and neatly plucked the camcorder out of his grasp. He turned indignantly to find Chiyoda sitting upwards behind him with a raised eyebrow. “She came in her friend’s place to see us? How touching.” His long, slender fingers deftly pushed the buttons as he glanced through lazily. “No wonder she was resisting me at first.”

Kenichi sighed; sometimes his best friend was so dense. “Listen Chi-kun, if you’ve hugged her, didn’t you feel that—“

His explanation was interrupted as the door opened once again.

~*~

Ritsui glanced around furtively as his clicking boot soles on the marble floors echoed down the deserted-looking hallway. Shit, he knew wearing those boots to humor Riina was a bad idea. Not to mention the clothes. Argh.

He tried to remember which way it was back to the exit of the auditorium, where he could at least find the guards to retrieve his camcorder. Unfortunately, the hallways seemed to be leading him on a wild goose chase, and down more and more silent, people-less paths with each clicking step.

Finally fed up, he decided to knock on one of the many doors that lined the hallway and just ask for directions. Which is what I should have done a fricking hour ago.

He lifted a hand to knock, but then stopped. There’s probably no one inside anyway, so if I knock I’d seem like a bloody fool. But... I’ll just check.

He pressed down the door handle and pushed open the door softly; or as softly as he could manage, for the door swung open accompanied by a creaking sound that was always the case with metal doors, which he had so conveniently forgotten about.

Looking straight ahead, he saw the place deserted (or so he thought) and had just stepped in casually when a loud, if not familiar voice called out, tinged with annoyance. “You can’t just step in here like you’re a king. There’re people here, oy.”

Ritsui paused, stunned. How could he have missed that? He slowly twisted his head to the side and saw a brown leather couch, occupied by two men he thought he didn’t have to see again.

Kenichi raked his burgundy bangs back as he snickered, an amused look in his eyes. “Oya, who’s this I see? Our little fan, of all people. Hadn’t had enough had you?”

Ritsui couldn’t come up with a smart-ass retort as he was distracted by someone else pulling himself up from the couch. The wavy brownish-blonde tendrils hung over his light gray eyes messily, which served to accentuate his fine cheekbones even more. And this man, void of all his stage makeup and accessories, looked even more appealing than he had before.

It’s… him… Why the fuck does he have my camcorder in his hand?

Chiyoda’s light gray eyes piercingly gazed at him from head to toe, making Ritsui involuntarily shiver. It’s like I’m void of everything with that gaze of his. I can’t move either.

Kenichi noted the exchange through narrowed eyes. He shifted his position, and pressed his foot down on Chiyoda’s to break their eye contact before leaning in close, almost touching Chiyoda’s ear as his hand pressed Chiyoda’s chest lightly. “You look entranced by her, Chi-kun. Could it be possible you… actually like her?”

Chiyoda jolted out of his reverie at Kenichi’s words before his eyes narrowed as his fingers slipped something out from the camcorder. “She’s none of my business.” He grunted, making himself comfortable on the couch again with barely a look at Ritsui, who was openly gaping at Kenichi’s not-too-subtle actions.

Kenichi grinned. “I’ll take her then. I did want some company tonight since we’re staying!” He took the camcorder from Chiyoda before standing up and hopping over to Ritsui.

“Ritsui-kun.” He said sweetly, grabbing hold of Ritsui’s arm and leading him out. “Lets get to somewhere we can… know more about each other in peace. Fine? Of course that’s fine ne. It’ll be just lovely!” Of course it will… Ritsui-chan should be so honored to receive such hospitality. And he could be my test subject too for my new… invention. But don’t expect me to go easy on you. Chi-kun will always, only have eyes for me.

A surprised Ritsui got dragged out through the door and before he could even utter a word, Kenichi had slammed the door shut on them.

Inside the room, Chiyoda, with one arm supporting his head, fingered a tiny, silver microchip card he’d slid out from the camcorder with an incomprehensible look darkening his features.

~TBC~