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16 October 2014 @ 01:36 pm
Deception Package, 3/?  
Title: Deception Package
Author: gazerock4eva
Pairings: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Smut
Disclaimer: The boys of the GazettE belong to themselves, I only own the story
Chapters: 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MalexMale relationship in all its glory
Summary: At first sight, they are as different as two human beings can ever be; a perfect opposite of one another. Influenced by contrasting ways of growing up, of living life, of seeing things and of being looked at by others, they'd never thought how deceptive facades could really be, or what you can find if you take the time and make the effort to look beyond defensive veneers.
Synopsis: Despite all that he had already heard about Reita, Ruki was curious about the other boy more than he was afraid of him. If Reita really wanted to hurt him, absolutely nothing would prevent the older teen from doing that right now. No, instead he'd even come to Ruki's rescue. Though he wasn't sure if it was really because of him that Reita stepped in, or if the reticent blonde had simply used Ruki's plight as an excuse to kick Seiichiro's butt. If asked Reita, it was probably a little bit of both and also a lot of something no one had to know about.





[Chapter 1]
[Chapter 2]





Author's Note: And another one! Enjoy!

Deception Package

Chapter 3


"Follow me." That said Reita proceeded further into the club and Ruki tracked him obediently, all the way to the staff's break room in the back. The music dulled after the door was closed behind them and he let his gaze sway around. There was a table there, a few chairs and a very old couch, lunch boxes and water bottles spread messily atop the counters, a half-empty coffee machine, and lots of magazines and fliers.

"Sit down."

Ruki simply nodded, and since Reita hadn't been very specific as to where he should sit down, he carefully lowered himself onto the edge of that old but surprisingly comfortable, soft couch.

"Here."

Blinking, he discovered a glass of soda in front of his face, held out by a strong hand. All he could do was nod again, accepting the drink and holding it with both hands before glancing up to the teen in front of him. Finally the lighting conditions were good enough to take a proper look at the older boy who was dressed in a white, sleeveless leather vest above a black tank top and equally black jeans with a tangle of chains dangling from one hip, their silvery sparkle complimenting the intricate pendant lying against that sturdy chest. He also noted the black armbands fastened above those biceps and he didn't know if it was just Reita's partiality to straps or a conscious element of the attire to emphasize the muscular build of his upper arms. Either way, even though the blonde's style wasn't one Ruki could ever picture himself sporting, it suited Reita to the T and told that despite his aloof attitude he did place a distinct value in his outer appearance.

"Stay put here until I'm back." Another straightforward and clear instruction, although Ruki really had no desire to go back out there once more anyway.

"Where're you going?" He finally found his voice again, and Reita snorted softly.

"I work here." He replied, watching Ruki's eyes reflect genuine surprise in them.

"You work?" Was Reita the person he had seen behind the bar earlier? When Ruki remembered back to it, he was almost sure about it now. So no ruthless dealer and no gun-swinging gangster. Just a barkeeper.

"Yes, I work." Reita chuckled lowly, and clicked his tongue. "Though I suppose it's something you wouldn't know much about."

The seventeen-year-old lowered his head, watching the bubbles in the filled glass rise to the surface and burst. He felt somewhat uncomfortable because that comment had sounded a bit judgmental, but it was also true. Ruki never wasted a thought on part-time jobs since he had neither need nor motive for it. He never lacked money, for anything. Another reason was that the thing which he did lack was time - studying for all of those nice A's was pretty much a full-time job for him already.

And while the other mused, Reita wordlessly left the room again. The idea of playing guard for somebody was strange, he hadn't really taken anybody under his care since... forever but something about Ruki had definitely caught his attention. The obvious aside, that was. He was only a man after all and the petite brunette was quite an eye-candy, there was no use denying that just like there was no use denying that those reddish lips looked too appealing for their own good. Also to many others, and leaving that lovely little being in the middle of a crowd of drunken people was like pinning a 'free-rape' sign to him. He supposed if he really did leave Ruki on his own and somebody else got to lay hands on him, it would defeat the purpose of Reita freeing the young one from Seiichiro's clutches in the first place. So he might as well finish what he'd started; get the Beauty away from the Beasts and home safely.

With his senior's departure, Ruki dared to wiggle further onto the comfy sofa, snuggling up into its corner and sipping on his water, his gaze wandering around the room. Deep within, his insides still trembled and shrunk randomly with the experienced terror but his head was filled with questions like: Why did Reita work here? What did he need the money for? Did he live alone, maybe? He struck Ruki as the type to. Why was he so hostile towards Seiichiro? Then again, why shouldn't one be hostile towards that asshole...? But still. The two seemed to have some history together. And what was up with that noseband? Why did he wear it?

Despite all that he had already heard about Reita, the stories about the drugs, and the guns, and the rape, yes even murder (even though that one was really ridiculous), Ruki was curious about the other boy more than he was afraid of him. If Reita really wanted to hurt him, absolutely nothing would prevent the older teen from doing that. No, instead he'd even come to Ruki's rescue. Though he wasn't sure if it was really because of him that Reita stepped in, or if the reticent blonde had simply used Ruki's plight as an excuse to kick Seiichiro's butt. If asked Reita, it was probably a little bit of both and also a lot of something no one had to know about.

It was almost 5 a.m. by the time said blonde returned to the break room – only to find his little protégée for tonight dozing. Head pillowed on his lean arms which in turn lay atop the broad armrest of the couch, the younger teen was peacefully asleep. Reita just hm'd and shook his head before going over and nudging the sleeping beauty's slender shoulder.

"Hey." For a moment he pondered what to call the other, and ultimately just went with his name. "Ruki. Wake up."

The addressed boy had troubles prying his eyes open, very much longing for his cushy bed during the first moments of sleepy haze. Blinking, he came to recognize where he was and who he was with, hurriedly scrambling back into a proper sitting position.

"Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing at his right eye with one hand while covering his mouth with the other to stifle a desperate yawn in his delicate palm. How the hell did Reita manage to stay awake all that time? More even, work out there amid all that noise, that air and those people? Quite an awesome power of endurance he must have.

As he stood, Ruki straightened out his clothes and then looked up at Reita in expectancy of more instructions since it was clear that he was, more or less, at the other's mercy. Alone, he wouldn't be able to get away from here.

"Um... I'd be ready to go, then..." He suggested uncertainly.

Well, Reita saw that. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Asking, he observed that delicately pale face with evident amusement, watching Ruki's eyes widen with abrupt realization confirming that he understood well what this was about.

Once more it was a joke on Reita's part, he didn't really expect a kiss nor would he ever extort anybody into something like that; Ruki could have said no and told him to fuck off - which many others would probably have done be they in his place. He was simply quite curious to see how the younger teen would handle the situation because so far, everything Ruki had done was an interesting thing to observe as well as sort of... very much adorable.

And Ruki was planning on handling it with dignity, or try to anyway. His problem was a very simple one, this... kiss he owed, would be his first kiss altogether. He couldn't really admit it out loud, somehow it was awkward, seventeen years old and drop-dead gorgeous and yet he had never kissed anyone. So, he supposed he had to just... roll with it and hope Reita would never notice a thing. That aside and no matter how much he attempted to deny it, he was intrigued by the prospect. For the first time in his life he actually wanted to kiss somebody. He just really, really had no idea how to go about it.

His nerves were aflutter as he took a deep breath, braced himself and made a very confident step towards the other with the intention to make this quick and painless. Quickly coming up he lightly pecked at those full lips even though his intentions to withdraw right away again were thwarted. He didn't get the chance to step back due to Reita's hand grasping for the back of his neck to hold him in place, catching their lips against each the other's in proper contact.

Shocked for a moment with the feel of warm, ply surface pressing to his very own, the petite brunette froze all over, his lips immobile against those of the taller teen even as they brushed and nipped at his plush pair to entice them to some action. All Ruki managed to do was press his lips together more tightly, more out of helplessness than reluctance. He simply felt overwhelmed, which resulted in the entire kiss turning out really... awkward.

Letting go of the shorter boy, Reita eyed him over with meek amusement. "You kiss like a virgin." He stated unabashedly what was supposed to be another casual teasing but turned out to be a perfect bull's eye. Ruki's head snapped to the side, gaze averted to the floor as he bit down onto his pliant lower lip.

For a second, there was complete silence as Reita stared at the slender brunette blankly before huffing in disbelief. "No way."

Latest after that exposing comment, Ruki's cheeks blossomed with a healthy pink color. Reita huffed once more and cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching an incredulous grin. "You are a virgin." Now that's what he called a world shaking discovery. Quite... unbelievable.

He laughed out quietly while Ruki's jaw flexed with the burden of gritted teeth.

"What's so bad about that?" He asked in a rebellious whisper, but with a voice that was firm and flawlessly audible.

"Huh?" The faint grin disappeared from the blonde's half-masked features to make room for an expression of interest.

"What's so bad about it?" Ruki repeated, louder this time, looking up at the other expectedly, if not even a bit of challengingly. Like hell would he be mocked for something like this.

But mockery was far from Reita's mind as he responded with a simple: "Nothing," and chuckled, but his words were honest. "I just. Well." He was surprised. Astounded, even.

"Yeah." Ruki snorted softly, averting his gaze to the side again. "I know what they say."

Of course he knew. Heard it every day behind his back and sometimes, like tonight, it was spat right into his face. Slut. Bitch. Harlot. Whore. He had to be, right? With everyone always leering his way, chasing after him, with everyone admiring, envying his face and desiring, wanting his body. He must have rolled over tons of girls by now, right? He must have gotten laid by tons of guys already, right? That's what beautiful people were there for. Fun. Enjoyment. Decoration.

"But I'm not." A stubborn whisper, poised and yet unmistakably, genuinely sad. "I'm not what they say..."

For a moment, there was silence once again, Reita's astute eyes watching that gorgeous, horribly misjudged, lovely creature very closely. The defiant shimmer in those remarkable eyes as well as the pain that no pride and dignity could hide from a knowledgeable look. A step brought him close to the dejected little presence then, his arm gently curling around that slim waist. With a sudden but gentle pull he brought the smaller body up against his own and angled his head down and to the side, hovering his lips mere inches from the other's sweet pair. One of Ruki's hands gripped a hold on his shoulder, while the second remained idly at the brunette's side. Hazel eyes gazed back at Reita in apprehension and endearing perplexity, soon sliding semi-shut as he touched the younger teen's lips with his, firmly and decisively but with a distinct, tender chariness.

Anxious tension seized every part of Ruki's supple body, breath getting caught in his lungs and warmth rolling over his lithe little figure in a wave, one time, and then once more as he dared to try and clumsily mimic the skilful motions of Reita's lips with his velvety own. There was no domination in that kiss, allowing him to grow more confident in responding to it. A shaky inhale through his petite nose, and a small gasp followed track when a slick tongue drew along the silky surface of his bottom lip, gingerly pushing it apart from its upper mate. It elicited the natural reaction of the younger teen opening his mouth a crack for the slick muscle to slip inside, bringing with it a sensation which washed over him and led to an abrupt tightening of muscles in his stomach, yet it was very pleasant. He sighed softly into the lock of their lips, jet black eyelashes fluttering shut to let the sensory impressions sink in for a moment, until he felt brave enough to let his own tongue brush against its newly acquired playmate in tentative introduction.

He felt a little dizzy, but comfortably dizzy for that, warm and fuzzy inside while his body found itself almost fully free of tension by now, up to the point where he didn't really know if he was still standing on his own or if Reita's reliable arm was what kept him secured on his suddenly weakened legs. The warm, electric tingles in the pit of his stomach intensified, pulling a delicate, sweet sigh out of his chest.

They parted and his mildly kiss-swollen lips received a few soothing, parting caresses more. The young brunette was panting softly, re-opening his eyes again to stare into indefinable counterparts that appeared almost black in the dimness of partially blocked overhead lights. Just beneath the strap of material which ran along that – now that Ruki could see it from such close distance - doubtlessly handsome face, Reita's lips hinted a small, amused smile.

"That's what people call a kiss." He noted composedly and quietly, releasing that shapely little body from his heedful grasp. Turned, he approached one of the counters and took his helmet and his leather jacket off it, throwing the latter towards Ruki who hurried to catch the habiliment.

"Come on. I'll get you home."

Before Ruki followed the other, his pink tongue peeked out from between his still tingling lips, kittenishly licking at the lower one. He had expected someone like Reita to taste of cigarettes, or maybe even alcohol, yet the flavor left in his mouth reminded of neither. He couldn't define what exactly it might be, but it was nice. He still felt somewhat jittery from the kiss, but that was nice as well.

The early morning air outside was awfully chilly and he was very happy to snuggle into the older teen's warm jacket, not bothered by the fact that it was a size or two too big for his slinky frame and instead enjoying the fine, very much pleasant scent of Reita's cologne that clung to the material. His idle thought from yesterday proved to be right as well – riding a bike was pretty damn cool. Even though he had been quite nervous getting onto it first, since it looked and felt kind of unsteady and wobbly, especially as he situated behind Reita and wrapped his arms around that firm waist. His head felt twice as heavy with the helmet on it and he somehow feared he might lose the headgear altogether somewhere along the way because that, too, was a bit too big.

He named the address and then there was the roar of the engine, which was louder than when heard from the distance, before the motorbike was ultimately steered smoothly from its parking spot. Reita drove fast but nowhere near as recklessly as people, Ruki included, assumed bikers to drive. Instead the older teen proved to be fully capable of handling and controlling the vehicle very confidently and adeptly so all of Ruki's fears fell forgotten pretty quickly and he came to really enjoy their small ride through the nightly city.

He silently complemented Reita's obviously excellent sense of direction since they had no troubles finding to Ruki's home on a much shorter route than Seiichiro had taken before. He could only surmise that his taciturn savior knew his way around town well and must have been driving around it a lot.

Getting off the stylish motorbike that had halted a bit away from his home, Ruki handed jacket and helmet back to their rightful owner. The headgear disappeared beneath the seat while the jacket was shrugged back atop the strong shoulders it belonged on.

"Reita."

Gloved hands back to the handlebars of his motorized companion, the addressed turned his head to the younger teen who had taken a hold on his arm to prevent him from driving away too quickly.

Ruki couldn't see that face because of the light reflecting on the surface of the visor which Reita hadn't bothered to put up, but he could almost perceive the calm gaze of those enigmatic, fawn eyes on himself. "Thank you." He spoke softly, sincere gratitude and appreciation tinting the unique melody of his voice; he knew that he owed the other a lot for tonight. He received a short nod in response, unfurling his fingers from their grasp on that powerful arm.

"Take care." Reita sounded a sentence of goodbye, his bike soon speeding down the street again with Ruki watching it until the rear-light eventually dissolved in the darkness of the night.

Glancing at his wristwatch, he perceived his insides twisting up in knots. It was almost six in the morning. His mother must be worried sick and his step-father must be very, very, very pissed off. But there was no way around facing the man, thus the beautiful brunette heaved a grave sigh and slowly started walking towards the flashy house he called his home. This had been one hell of a day and he knew said hell was not yet over. But that was alright.

During his short walk to the luxurious home where his parents waited, he lifted one hand and absentmindedly touched it to his pretty lips, an artless smile working its way onto that sinfully lovely pair of his all by itself.

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Kate, Kathrin, Katjagazerock4eva on October 29th, 2014 09:19 pm (UTC)
Ah well, there're several ways to stay updated on my updates, because LJ is not very reliable with it's notifications. You can always keep an eye on my Twitter, or just leave a few lines on the chapter, I always reply comments when I upload the new one =)

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