Love (Ai)

by Suilan Lee

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  Suilan Lee loves writing fiction, and romantic stories. She writes gay stories mostly, but will occasionally write a straight story. Suilan loves to travel, eat japchae (Korean stir-fry noodles), reading, watching dramas and hanging out with friends. If you catch her on a really good day, she’ll make you a delicious Masala tea.

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  Kiss Me To Spring Time

  One

  Tonight was Stud Night at the Tarot Club. Hot, sexy men in all shapes and sizes filled the dance floor, no shirts allowed. The dim lighting and pulsing music turned the atmosphere electric. He was overdosing on ecstasy tonight. Hot fingers trailed along his bare stomach; he closed his eyes, grinding his ass against his dance partner. He turned and wrapped his arms around the tall stranger, locking their lips together, moaning as a hot tongue explored his mouth, delving in without remorse.

  Matching the pulsing dance beats he ground his hips against the raging hard on pressing into him. Fingers dug into his long blonde hair and clenched handfuls of it as his mysterious lover took control. His head arched back, hot kisses trailed along his jaw to his neck. He clung to strong wide shoulders, his fingers digging into the strong muscles, sweat trailing down his back.

  "You’re so hot." He shuddered at the heated whisper in his ear. "Come with me."

  Soubi Tanaka allowed the taller man to wrap an arm around his waist. A wandering hand passed over his hard cock and he bit his lower lip to keep from coming. They pushed through the crowded dance floor headed toward the second floor. A tight grip on his right arm pulled him out of his lover’s arms when they got to the stairs.

  "Where the hell do you think you’re taking him?" An angry growl accompanied the question.

  His lover turned to punch their assailant. He missed and fell to the floor. Soubi grabbed on to the banister. He'd been drinking all night and he'd popped a few pills earlier.

  "Who the hell are you?" Soubi said to their assailant.

  The club was too dim for him to see faces. He pulled away from the possessive hold on his arm and straddled his lover on the floor. His fingers ran over the hairy chest, rock hard abs, a harsh breath escaped when his gaze fell to the unmistakable bulge. He slid his right hand down and stroked the bulge. His lover sat up, a strong arm sweeping around his hips. He grinned as his lover’s hot mouth returned to bite at a sensitive spot on his neck.

  "Let’s go upstairs," he murmured into the man’s ear.

  He wanted to be taken right now. He was hornier than he could remember. His hands moved over strong arms and wrapped around wide shoulders. His body throbbed with need, clawing at him, driving him crazy. He wanted to be taken hard, until he couldn’t think.

  He was pulled out of the man’s arms again and pushed to the wall.

  "Who the hell are you? Leave us alone, or join us. Make a choice. I need it right now," Soubi slurred with irritation.

  "Shit, Soubi, you’re high." A harsh voice cursed.

  Soubi struggled against the hand on his chest. His lover reached for him only to be pushed away with a firm kick and a menacing warning.

  "You get lost, it’s not happening tonight," the mysterious stud said.

  Soubi grinned at the new comer. He loved a good territorial fight. Heat coursing through him, a wild fire burning in his crotch, he didn’t care which stud won.

  "Hey stud, where do you wanna do it?"

  Another curse and he was swept over the man’s shoulder, his hair sweeping the ground. He laughed as they headed out of the club. He used the opportunity to run his hands over the man’s back. His fingers trailing over strong muscles that flexed powerfully. He chuckled when he was swiped on his ass for his efforts. One more swipe like that and he would cum hard.

  "Hey, Master," he called out once they got out of the club. The cold temperatures stung his exposed back threatening to destroy his buzz. "Hurry this up or I’m finishing without you."

  He was thrown to the snow covered ground and he screamed in protest as his bare upper body encountered the freezing stuff.

  "Oh, you bastard, you fucking idiot, why did you do that?" he demanded.

  "It’s the fastest way to get you sober." The answer came in a nonchalant tone.

  Soubi pushed hair out of his face and stared at the man leaning on a Silver Toyota Supra. His gaze traveled over black boots, dark trousers disappearing into the boots and the heavy leather jacket zipped to the neck. He cursed when he looked up to find a familiar face.

  "Ryo Asada?"

  He groaned and wished for a hole to open under him. His ass got wet seated on the snow. He tried to stand up, but his balance was fucked. He pressed a hand to his forehead hoping to stop the world from tilting.

  "How did you find me?"

  "Everyone knows where to find you, Soubi. You’ve fucked every willing dick in the area."

  "What’s it to you?"

  He braced his palms on the snow and got to his feet. Once he was sure his legs were steady, he straightened up and pushed his hair out of his eyes again.

  Ryo threw a black t-shirt into his face. He caught it by luck, sniffed at it and grimaced when Ryo’s scent assaulted his senses. His erection returned in full force and he remembered why he didn’t want to see Ryo Asada.

  "I don’t need you. Go back where you came from."

  He threw the t-shirt back at Ryo and started for the club He stuck fingers into the right pocket of his tight leather pants in search of the pills he’d gotten earlier in the evening. Ryo grabbed his arm and he dropped the pill he’d retrieved from his pocket.

  "Hey," he shouted, looking at the snow covered ground hoping to see the small blue pill. Damn it, those things were expensive. "Look what you’ve done."

  "Get in the car, Soubi." Ryo ordered pushing him toward the passenger side. "You don’t need pills for me to fuck you. If you want me to do it, you’ll be sober. I don’t fuck druggies."

  "Go find yourself another fuck toy." Soubi tried to push off Ryo’s relentless hold, but the man was like a freaking mountain. He entered the car with an exasperated groan.

  "Don’t try to get out of the car. I’ll knock you out, Soubi. I don’t care about your pretty face."

  Soubi shuddered at the warning and sat back in his seat. Ryo would do it if he tried to test his patience. Damn it, he needed his face for the photo shoot next week. He shivered as the wind swept through the open door. The t-shirt he’d rejected was thrown at his face. Ryo slammed the passenger door closed and he sighed. He pulled the t-shirt on and was tying his hair back in a knot when Ryo slid into the driver’s seat. The car revved to life.

  "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Ryo demanded.

  Soubi eyed his door handle. He didn’t want questions right now. He wanted to return to the club. He still had enough money to buy more pills from Tohru. He’d just have to work harder next week to earn his rent and make the cut for the bank. He reached for the door lock but Ryo took off into the empty street. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back hoping to avoid more conversation.

  He worked seven days a week walking the runway, photo shoots, commercials. Endless jobs with fashion houses, advertising contracts but those jobs weren’t enough to stop his loneliness. No, the loneliness found him at night, in his bed trying to sleep, alone prowling his two bedroom apartment on his day offs which he had three right now. He’d been hoping to spend them in some stranger's bed. He opened his eyes and cursed Ryo’s interference.

  "Why can’t you leave me alone, Ryo?"

  "You’re killing yourself." Ryo ground out as he braked hard at a stop light. "Do you know what it was like to come back to the rumors circulating in Shimokitazawa? Everyone knows you've been spending your time
in Shibuya whoring around. I should have left you with Kaito instead of letting you get your own apartment. "

  Soubi huddled against his door, his arms wrapped around his chest. He wanted warmth, but he couldn’t find any. "I don’t care what everyone thinks. If you came looking for me because of that, just let me off here."

  "I won’t let you destroy your life." Ryo spat out as he took a turn too fast, the tires screeching loudly in the night. "I care about you too much."

  "Ryo, if you care about me at all, you’ll leave me to the life I’ve chosen."

  "See, that’s the problem, Soubi. This life you’re choosing is hurting everyone who loves you."

  "They hurt me first."

  Soubi cursed under his breath as he started shivering earnestly. He gritted his teeth and tried to stop the emotions being with Ryo forced on him. He shook his head and reached for the door handle. He didn’t want to be near Ryo. He didn’t deserve Ryo’s kindness.

  Ryo cursed under his breath and reached over to pull his hand from the door handle. "If you reach for the door handle again, I’m going to break your hands. I get exhausted fighting you, Soubi."

  "Then stop saving me," Soubi said. "I’m never going to change. I’m no longer the guy you used to know."

  Ryo slammed on the brakes and the car swerved hard as it came to a stop. The car drifted into the curb expertly. Ryo switched off the engine and turned to glare at him.

  "We’re here. Go in," Ryo ordered.

  Soubi glanced up to find Ryo had parked in front of his grandmother’s house. He flinched when the light at the front door came on signaling his grandmother was awake. He snuck a glance at Ryo. Maybe he could enter the house and leave through the back door. He’d stay long enough to fool Ryo.

  "I’m coming in with you," Ryo said.

  Ryo came around the car and opened the passenger door. "Get out of the car, Soubi."

  Soubi refused to get out. "I don’t want to go in there. I have my own apartment."

  "Where you fuck strangers when you’re not working, you need to be around family." Ryo reached for his arm and pulled him out. Soubi stumbled as Ryo hauled him toward the front door and didn’t stop until he’d pressed the doorbell.

  "I hate you, Ryo Asada."

  Soubi cursed as he tried to push off the hold Ryo had on him. He’d be darned if his grandmother opened the door to find him leaning on the bastard. Ryo allowed him to straighten up but didn’t let go of his arm.

  Ryo smiled at him just as the door swung open and a handsome man with deep black spiky hair appeared.

  Soubi’s legs turned to mush and he was suddenly kneeling on the wooden floor, his gaze locked on the new face. A soft moan escaped and tears stung his eyes.

  "Soubi," Ryo gasped bending to help him up, "Rin, help me."

  Rin Kouga. What was he doing here? He closed his eyes, the darned tears refusing to disappear; they fell fast, betraying him. Ryo grabbed his right arm and Rin leaned closer, his familiar scent invading his space.

  Soubi jerked back as his body responded with a fierce surge of passion. He fell back on his ass scrambling away from Rin. "Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me!"

  "Soubi, please," Rin started but he held out his hand.

  He got to his feet and reached for a shrub to steady him. He shouldn’t have gotten drunk. His senses were muddled and they couldn’t be muddled at this time. Not when Rin was standing here on his grandmother’s doorstep.

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