Damned American

“Mnnnn Hiro, you ever wonder silly things in your head then laugh cause they’re so funny, but when you try to explain them they just sound dumb. Then everyone around you looks at you like you have FIVE heads, then the joke’s completely lost and you couldn’t remember what was so funny in the first place?” the slightly slurred voice of Shuichi cut through the silenced office.

“Shuichi what are you talking about?” the red haired musician giggled at the faces Shuichi was making, no really…he giggled.

“What?” Shuichi asked, a bewildered look gracing his features.

“Shuichi, do you feel alright? Your face is really red,” Fujisaki asked the other, concern lacing his normally condescending tone.

“I feel fine, but I think the room is sick.”

“What?” came the dueled outburst.

“The room is sick, the walls are all funky, and the floor keep running around under my feet. You’d really think it would get dizzy, I know I am trying to watch it,” Bad Luck’s vocalist told the others, lavender eyes tracking the movement of the imagined flowing floor boards.

“Shu, the floor’s not moving,” Hiro told him, attempting to get up off the floor the was supposedly moving around under them. Why do you ask is the genius Nakano on the floor? Well it seems gravity did not play nice with him, neither did his legs as well.

After what seemed like hours struggling to get the limbs under him, Hiroshi gave in and just crawled across the room to his friend. With much banter and laughs from the Keyboardist on the other side of the table.

“Nakano-san you look like a wolf stalking it’s dinner,” Suguru giggled, “The way you hair sways around your shoulders, the movement of you hips….Hiro, I think I kinda like you.”

“Huh?” Shuichi asked, taking his eyes off the progression of the floor. “You’re gay?”

“What! I am not GAY!” Fujisaki yelped, falling from his perch on the chair. Effectively joining Hiroshi on the floor. “Who said I was gay?”

“Umm, ‘Saki,” Hiro drawled, liking the way his body felt on his hands and knees, with the prized mane floating around him, “You just said it. Well, not in so many words, but you did. Why do you like me?”

“’Saki, it’s okay you know…to like someone,” Shuichi tried to comfort the other. “What’s not okay is to be a baby about it! If you want something badly enough you have to just grab it by the horns and take it,” he went on, his little hands making the most amusing motions while ‘grabbing’ what he wanted by the ‘horns’. What the singer was grabbing at, the world may never know.

Hiro felt the smile creep across his mouth, not by his accord, but it’s own. He was a passenger inside of his head, feeling and seeing everything that was going on, but was unable to stop the disaster from occurring.

Hiro’s head fell between his shoulder blades, the massive amounts of auburn hair falling over his vision, while he finally was able to sit back rested on his calves. His mind and body were in an all out battle for dominance. Sadly his body was on the winning end, and there was nothing he could do to stop what happened next.

With one sparkling dark eye peeking from behind the red curtain, he whispered huskily to the dark haired teen, “Do you want to grab me by the horns and take me?”

“LOOK SEE, I told you the floor was moving!” Shuichi shouted falling face first into the hard wood.

“Gggrab you?” Suguru stumbled over the word, eyes wide and only for the guitarist. “And take you?” the shivers racing along his spine bleed into his words as they came in shaky stutters.

The fallen singer was oblivious to the private show between the two band mates, as he was currently cleaning the floor with a rather large puddle of drool leaking steadily out of his mouth. Rolling over to his back, he asked the other two, “Are there anymore of those brownies K-san gave us?”

“Huh?” Suguru said, looking over to the table that was miles away now. “You ate them all Shuichi, you’re such a pig and you’re gonna get fat.” Snickering, he continued on his rant, “Then Yuki won’t love you anymore, you should really think of him when you’re shoving you face full of food. You never asked us if we wanted any more before you gulped the last in one mouthful. Glutton!”

“Suguru, you really should watch your tongue,” Hiro told the man, seeing his best friends eyes water like he was working up the crying fit that was bound to happen after that little put-me-down. “Come over here so I can keep an eye on it.”

“I don’t wanna be FAT! OH, YUKI! I am so sorry, I promise I will never eat again!” Shuichi cried, laying on the waterworks. He kept sobbing one word over and over again, ‘Yuki’. Pulling his knees to his chest, trying to build a fortress around his body, he just cried his lover’s name in fast repetition.

“Hiro, why are you trying to get into my pants?” Suguru asked, slowly wiggling his way toward the other.

“I am not trying to ‘get into your pants’, Fujisaki, I am trying to get into your ass hole,” Hiroshi told him, words dripping with arousal. “There’s a big difference you know.”

Wide eyes just starred at the guitarist on display, ‘did he just say what I think he did?’ he wondered to himself.

“Oh, yes, I did. Now come here and let’s fuck.”

“EEP!” Suguru yelped, “Did I just say that out loud?” Looking at the way Nakano-san was posed waiting for him to come, the keyboardist was at wits end at what to do!

“Don’t you want to touch me? I want you to,” the smooth talker to tried to lure his diner to him. The lazy beast wanted not a chase, but a challenge. “I see the way you look at K, not to mention those pictures of your cousin. What I would give to see you posed and dressed for me.”

“YYYYYUUUUKKKKIIIIIIIII, don’t leave me cause I’m fat! You bastard, you will regret the day you crossed me!” the sounds coming from the singer’s throat were scary, and presently going unnoticed by the other two fighting there rational thoughts.

“I don’t look at K like anything, and like hell if I am dressing up for you!” he told him, all the while moving towards him. “I just happen to get excited about guns…”

“I have a gun you can get excited on, if you really good you might get it to shoot.” Inside Hiro’s mind, the man was blushing terribly and trying to shut up, but the traitorous body would not let him win! He was trying to seduce his band mate for crying out loud, and judging by the now crowded underwear the idea appealed to him. “Come on over here, baby, and see how good you are target practice.”

“Yuki…Yuki…YUKI, you will pay for this!” Shuichi kept yelling, this time at the plant sitting in the corner. Did the intoxicated man think it was his lover? Or was it just a good listener? Again, the world may never know. With a high Shuichi anything’s possible!

Almost within touching distance, Fujisaki continued to stare in wonder at his partner. “Do you really have a gun for me?”

Reaching out to touch the shy, coltish, boy near him, Hiro just smiled. Caressing the silky black locks with one hand, while the other went to get a handle on his gun. “Sure do. You wanna see it?”

Shuddering under the light touches, Suguru could only blink in response. That being enough for Hiro, he pulled out his gun…