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Author’s Notes: Sorry, I've been busy with my job and Great Adventure. Spring Break is insane so far. Banged my knee up pretty bad in a fall, I'm sore all over... it's satisfying, that's for sure. I mean that, too. That's not sarcasm. So, updates will be going pretty slow for awhile. My bad. Kel still hasn't gotten back to work on the sequel with me. It's the weekend though, so I'm really going to try hard to get her to. If I can't, I can't. She hasn't worked on anything in awhile. I'm really sad about it.

This chapter is another bit of filler, I guess. But it's fun at the end. Promise!

Enjoy!
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Transaction
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Chapter Sixty-Six
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It was probably the worst day he'd had in months. Kenji was all but dragging himself out of the NG building, unhappy with the way the day turned out. The air was cool against his hot face, though, made red from biting back comments that would get him in deep trouble if he'd said them.

The work out hadn't been bad. He was in good shape. He took a run every morning and had a year long membership to the gym near his apartment to stay in shape.

He could eat like a pig, but he always paid for it later.

Keiko had already left, and Kenji couldn't blame her. They all needed the time to themselves right now, and this was his five minutes before he turned to find Haido and insist that Haido come home with him.

Today was not a good day to let him go home on his own. Especially not when they had to do this tomorrow.

It was all such fucking bullshit.

Haido was sympathetic. It wasn't as though the day was easy going for him (though he put that on himself), and he took to the dancing fairly well. If it was structured, had something to follow, he was pretty confident about it.

The drive to Kenji's place was a little farther than Haido's, but they didn't even have to stop at his place. Haido kept some spare clothes at Kenji's now (vise versa, although it was usually what was forgotten the morning after).

Parking on the street outside of the complex, Haido shut down the car. He looked over at Kenji who had been fairly quiet about everything.

"So, what happened with Taki?" he asked, almost cautiously. He didn't know what would set Kenji off.

Kenji made a disgusted noise, unbuckling his seatbelt with disinterest. "He spouted off a load of shit he probably thinks will work, and made himself sound like an ass." He wasn't looking forward to tomorrow, because Taki had promised an outing.

An outing. Where the fuck were they going to go? Kenji couldn't help but find himself horribly unimpressed.

He didn't want to go anywhere with their ass of a manager. He didn't ever want to be locked in a room with that man again, because even though the door had been unlocked, Taki wouldn’t have let him leave if he'd tried.

That was just as good as being locked in.

"It might get better," Haido offered, unbuckling himself and getting out of the car.

Although, it was Taki, so there was a good chance that it wouldn't get better. Kenji just didn't get along with him. Maybe he could cheer him up tonight though. There had to be something Haido could do to get him back in a good mood.

"You want me to make us something for dinner?" he asked, walking around the car to Kenji's side, smiling at him.

Getting out of the car, Kenji didn't stretch and give that soft sound of relaxation that he normally did. He just slammed the door shut behind him, shrugging one thin shoulder and digging in his pocket for his keys. "If you want to."

Yes, it was quite the bad mood. A mood that didn't seem to be disappearing, and the longer it stayed, the worse Kenji felt.

There was a reason he was so happy all the time. Because he hated feeling like this, and it was that hate that made moods like this so much worse for him. They were awful, and he couldn't help but hate himself for being such a jerk to everyone he cared about, namely Keiko and Haido.

It wasn't like they'd done anything to deserve it.

Haido bit back a sigh, tucking his car keys away into his pockets. This was going to be a trying night. He loved Kenji, but he wasn't sure if he could put up with this all night long.

He decided to keep his mouth shut for now. Together, they walked in silence into the complex and up to Kenji's apartment. Eventually, the silence starting pissing Haido off. He began to think Kenji needed a good kick in the ass.

When he shut the door, he was officially steamed.

"Kenji, what did Taki say you needed to work on?" Haido asked, an exasperated tone in his voice.

There was a large part of Kenji that was still a child, still refusing to believe that he was taking his place in the world, that he was an adult. It didn't want to believe it, and it was that part of him, that huge, overwhelming part that turned and tossed the keys hard toward the back of the couch.

"Stage presence!" Haido was steamed, but Kenji had been struggling with his anger all day, biting back the words that could get their concert put back months. He'd been an adult all day, and goddammit, he was sick of it! "Control! Voice! Message!"

Everything. Taki was trying to make him break everything down into a section, a little something he had to work on, and that wasn't the way Kenji worked. He couldn't do it like that. He couldn't!

Haido leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest and he watched Kenji vent. If he didn't get it out eventually, it would be worse the next day, having it built up. He watched and listened, nodding his head, and waited until he was finished.

He'd never seen Kenji angry like this. Hurt, sad, upset, disappointed, but not angry. Grumpy, but not angry. Only once, when they had found out what Taki had done when ASK was together, but even then, it wasn't this bad.

Haido was debating on whether he was supposed to be turned on by this or not. Probably not. But it didn't change the fact that he was.

"And... what do you think would help 'fix' what he sees is wrong?" he asked, pushing himself away from the door, picking up the keys from the floor, and placing them on the kitchen table as he walked into the kitchen.

"He thinks everything is wrong!" For the first time all day, Kenji was putting his frustration into words, into sounds that were undeniably angry, harsh in tone. He had no doubt that Taki would probably yell at him tomorrow for ruining his throat the way he undoubtedly was. "He thinks that I should fix it by doing everything that he did, and that obviously didn't fucking work!"

If he'd had something else to throw, he would have thrown it, and he was unwarrantedly angry at Haido for picking up his keys. He'd put them there for a reason, goddammit, and that reason was useless now that they'd been moved.

Eyes narrowed and mood on a rapid descent downhill, Kenji followed Haido into the kitchen.

"Well, you could suck it up and just do what he says," Haido suggested, knowing it was bad to egg Kenji on like that. Out of all the things he could've said, that was probably the worst.

He closed the fridge with his hip, holding out a soda to Kenji. Placing the other one for himself on the table. He knew this was going all wrong, but he couldn't resist. The only thing he'd ever seen Kenji so passionate about was music, but this was a different kind of passionate.

Really, he felt like telling Kenji to shut up, and drag him to the bedroom. Or the nearest possible flat surface. Whichever came first.

It made him impossibly angry. Suck it up? Do what he says? Kenji's eyes widened, then narrowed sharply again with the sudden, hot surge of anger. How could Haido suggest something so... so...

Careless? How? Kenji didn't understand it, and he was stepping forward without thinking, taking the soda from Haido's hand and letting it drop heavily onto the counter. It rolled and thunked into the sink, but Kenji was far past caring.

"Do what he says?" Kenji's voice was shaking with the effort it was taking him to keep from shouting, and for once, he was using his height advantage to loom over Haido, every part of him shaking with anger. "Doing what he says would take Opium and... and turn it into something else! Something horrible!"

He was pressing forward, pushing Haido back into the corner the counters made in the room, only stopping when Haido couldn't back up any farther. "Do you really realize what would happen if I just did what he said?"

It didn't seem to occur to Kenji that he was being melodramatic.

When the counter hit his back, he stopped moving, looking up at Kenji, not sure what to feel. His heart was racing, he could barely hear Kenji's voice over the sound of it. He didn't feel scared, well, kinda... in a nervous way. But he didn't want to act like a total bastard and keep a straight face.

Haido pushed his hands flat against the counter top, as if it would stop himself from moving back anymore (although he couldn't anyway). He didn't know what could happen to Opium if Kenji just followed orders.

"What would happen?" he asked, unaware that his voice had an almost breathy edge to it.

It was that edge that made Kenji shiver, a deep feeling of heat settling in him. He liked this. He liked making Haido react, though he didn't like the fact that it was with fear. He didn't want Haido to be scared of him, ever.

"We'd be something we aren't supposed to be." Kenji's voice was just low, now, rapidly losing the anger, though intense in a very, very different way. "We'd be ASK, Haido, and I won/t let us be another ASK."

He was leaning down, his lips brushing against Haido's cheek as he spoke. It was firm, determined, but the words were coming sluggishly to him, lips prepared for something besides speaking. Something more involved, more desperate and clinging.

Haido turned his head, pressing his cheek toward Kenji's lips, eyes slipping shut halfway. He liked where this was headed. His nervousness was fading a little. Not that the thrill wasn't still there.

Something was different about him tonight, and Haido was enjoying it. He slipped his hands up the front of Kenji's shirt, fingertips grazing the tightly clothed skin. His lips were near Kenji's ear, and he said, "You won't let it happen. You have to keep control."

Control of the band. No matter how high up Taki was, it was still Kenji's band. He was the leader.

Control, control, control. He was so sick of that word. Control. It was so useless, so stupid, such a dumb thing to focus over. Control. Who cared about it, anyway?

But hearing it come from Haido, instead of Taki made Kenji shudder in a way that was just so... good. Maybe it was the way Haido spoke it into his ear, or the way he could feel Haido's breath against his cheek, but it didn't matter, his hands slipping down Haido's sides to push them together, hold them in place against the counter.

"Then give me control, Haido." He pressed his lips against Haido's jaw, working his way to the mouth he really couldn't wait to reach. "Show me what it takes to keep control."

Haido loved the way this made him feel. Trapped, pressed in, and he never thought Kenji could be like this. It was like a whole different person. He didn't think it was possible.

"Take it," he said under his breath, his arms sliding up and around Kenji's neck. "It's yours. I'm yours."

It was fun to switch every once in a while. He wasn't always up to it, but maybe they both needed it tonight. Or, maybe Kenji did and it was Haido's excuse. Whichever.

When he was able to, Haido kissed the other man, eyes falling completely shut, pushing himself closer to Kenji.

It made his entire body feel hot, and Kenji pressed his lips against Haido's, shifting and pressing until Haido's mouth opened and he could deepen the kiss. Thought felt thick, slow and sluggish and not worth it. Kenji didn't have to think to do this, didn't have to do anything but control, take the control that everyone kept telling him he had to have.

Fine. He'd have it. He'd use it. He'd change their stage performance if he had to, but he was not going to let everything crash around his ears when things had just begun to look better. Not when things could be so much better then they already were.

His hands held Haido tight against him, fingers pressing but not hard enough to bruise. It would never be that hard, and the only marks Kenji was going to leave would be intentional. He was still too careful, still too new to this to be ruthless, and he never really would be.

He didn't have that kind of person in him. But, he certainly had the ability to exert more force, and it was that force that was making him press Haido back into the counter again, one of his hands pushing at the shirt to touch the skin he knew was under it.

Haido leaned into Kenji's touch and body. He wanted to get closer. He let his hands unhook from behind Kenji's neck and pressed his palms flat against his chest. As usual, Kenji was wearing a tight shirt with a button up over that, only open.

He started to push off the over shirt off Kenji's shoulders, to get at more bare skin. Haido felt the hot skin and was tempted not to move at all from this moment. But the counter was digging into his back and there would be no comfortable way to finish this here.

Haido pulled back, face hot and flushed. He swallowed hard and looked up at Kenji.

"Bedroom?" Haido asked, not wanting to stop, but for the sake of comfort, he had to.

"Bedroom..." Kenji agreed, breathing labored as he stepped back, his hand falling from Haido's body as it reached for a hand to pull him out of the kitchen. Yes, out of the kitchen and down the hall into their dark bedroom.

He didn't turn on the lights, but pulled Haido in front of him, only to press their bodies together again, more of his weight against Haido to push him down onto the bed.

Kenji pinned Haido by his hips, hands letting down to pull the shirt off, careless of buttons or anything that would get in the way. There couldn't have been much, because the shirt came off without struggle, and even without seeing, Kenji knew where everything on Haido's body was.

He had no hesitation in touching, either, his hands stopping when they touched a nipple. It was only for a second before he was leaning down, catching Haido's lips with his again as his fingers pinched.

A small smile curled on his lips as Kenji pulled him into the darkened room. Haido didn't know why, but he liked this side of Kenji. It was a little more rough, but somehow softer than usual as well. In a way it made sense, he was going to take care of Haido, instead of the usual way around.

He eased back onto the bed, taking Kenji with him, lifting his arms to help remove the shirt, head shaking through the top. He was going to do the same for Kenji, but he was pressed into the bed, hands wandering over his bare skin, making him shiver.

Haido sighed quietly, eyes closing at the touch. He smiled again just a little when he felt Kenji's lips press against his. But a low noise erupted in his throat when Kenji's fingers pinched the sensitive area, his back pressing upwards as Haido's hands gripped Kenji's shoulders tightly.

Oh, he definitely liked that.

Kenji pulled back from the kiss, pulling in a shaky breath because just listening to that reaction, feeling it had sent a sharp shock through him, making him shiver. He couldn't help it. He was so used to reacting that it was strange for him to urge reactions.

He liked it, though.

Pinching again, a little less gently this time, Kenji slipped down the bed, only stopping when his mouth was even with the nipple he had yet to touch. The reprieve was gone in seconds, because he had the skin in his mouth, pressing his teeth carefully against it to gauge the reaction as his thumb rubbed against the skin he had pinched between his fingers.

Haido was breathing heavily, a flush trailing from high in his cheeks down and across his chest. His skin was hot, and Kenji was determined. He felt the singer in the dark, hands playing through the red hair as he tried squinting through the dark to watch Kenji.

He could only see the darker shadow that was Kenji on top of him. Haido felt him move and shift, slipping down, and he didn't know what was to be expected. A high gasp slipped past his lips and his body jerked slightly in response.

His body tingled with each new touch, and he had always been the bigger fan of teeth. The feeling shot straight between his legs, making Haido feel a little uncomfortable.

He'd never felt anything like this before, and Kenji wasn't sure what to do with his tingling fingers. It was a light, exciting sort of feeling. It told him that he could do whatever he wanted to Haido right now.

Was this control?

His mouth was dry, and Kenji lost track of his thoughts as he pressed half formed kisses down Haido's stomach, hands dropping down to his pants to jerk them open and shove them down, movements a little too rough and eager to be entirely cultured.

Right now, it didn't matter that tomorrow, he was facing another morning with Taki and another afternoon of choreography. Right now, all he wanted to do was be with Haido, take what Haido was giving him. This new something that he wasn't sure what to do with but was fast getting the hang of.
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Author's Notes: See? I'm kind of sad we didn't get into more detail, but it seemed fine. But it's a nice look into something else. We made it a bit more than it was since it was a fiction, but look! Tops can bottom, and even want to bottom, too! Neat, huh? I think so. Usually everything is so cut and dry, or a grudging reluctance to bottom. Sometimes it's a wanted thing. I don't think I've seen enough of that in fics. So I did it! YAY!

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~Subby