Red Leads to Trouble
By Alison

Part 1

Izumi watched as his lover stalked across the apartment they shared and
viciously pulled on his coat and shoes before opening the front door. He
turned to glare at Izumi stepping out of the apartment, slamming the
door behind him. Izumi threw his hands in the air as a sign of his
disgust.

"Fighting again," Izumi mumbled bitterly as he crossed his arms, glaring
at the spot that had been occupied by Hisui only a few moments earlier.
And right he was. All the two had done lately was fight. Fight about the
band, fight about how they would spend their free time, fight about what
music they would listen to in the car, and even fight about what they
would be having for supper. That had been what sent Hisui storming out
of the apartment, the simple matter of what to eat. Even sex was not fun
for them anymore, they even fought about who would get to be on top.

Sighing, Izumi collapsed into the chair closest to him. He idly tapped
his foot on the ground as he pondered what to do with the rest of the
evening. Watching TV was to boring, he didn't want to read, and he
couldn't go driving, like he normally would in this kind of situation,
because Hisui had already gone out driving. If Izumi was to go too,
Hisui would probably make some kind of comment about Izumi copying him
and that would start a whole new fight.

The sound of the phone ringing jolted the guitarist from his realm of
self-pity. Reaching behind him to the table next to the chair, he
blindly groped for the phone. It rang three more time before he actually
found it.

"Hello?"

"Izumi? Hi!"

Izumi blinked to clear his head. "Oh hi Reika, what's up?"

"Mmmm…nothing much, I was just wondering you were free to accompany me
to the bar tonight to get really drunk."

Izumi laughed, his mood instantly lightening. Talking to Reika always
did that to him, whether it be face to face, or over the phone. "Yeah
yeah, of course. I could use it too."

Reika didn't have to ask why, Izumi really only drank to the point of
getting drunk when he and Hisui had had a fight. "Ok then, met me at our
normal place in half an hour?"

"Sure thing, Reika. See you then."

"Sure thing!"

Izumi's thoughts, however, had already drifted back to Hisui and he
totally missed the happiness radiating from Reika's voice as the hung
up. He wondered if he should leave his lover a note. He decided against
it; make Hisui worry.

*

Izumi smiled when he walked into the bar and saw Reika waving him over
to a small booth in a secluded corner of their bar. It was their normal
spot.

Reika smiled at him as Izumi sat down. "So what was it this time?"

Izumi rolled his eyes in response. "Dinner. How did you know."

The red head gave him a small smile. "The only time you voluntarily come
out drinking with me is when you and Hisui got into a fight."

Izumi nodded, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty. The way Reika
put it made it sound like Izumi was only using the other man. Perhaps
maybe he was…just a little, but Izumi truly did enjoy Reika's company.

"I don't know, Reika…"Izumi began as the waitress brought them the first
glasses of alcohol of what would soon be many. "Sometimes I don't know
whether I want to screw Hisui's brains out or bash them out."

Reki chuckled in reply. "My, that sounds like a major dilemma you have
got yourself into. I'm sure both options could be extremely satisfying."

"Yeah, but one of them could mean death for us at the hands of hundreds
of fan girls." Izumi laughed.

"Hundreds? Wow! We have that many fans?"

"I hope so!" Izumi exclaimed smiling. But his frown melted off his face
slowly. "Sometimes I just…want to get away. I can't stand his nagging or
how he thinks we all have to listen to his just because he is our
oh-so-wonderful bandleader. He thinks he can carry that type of control
over into our relationship?! I don't think so! Jeez, I am just as much
of a guy as he is. I can do what I want. And it isn't the end of the
world if he has to be on the bottom-"

Reika held up his hand signaling the other to stop. "Now as much as I
love listening to you complain about your messed up love life, I don't
need to know every detail of when you two fuck."

Izumi blinked then smirked. "Oooohhh. I see. Don't be to sad, Reika, I
am sure that one of these days you will get laid!"

Reika simply rolled his eyes.

Many MANY drinks later:

"You know what, Reika?" Izumi exclaimed loudly as he slammed his beer
bottle down on the table. "You and I get along so well together, you
know? Just like two people are supposed to! No constant fighting. No. We
get along just fine. Sometimes I think I should just kick Hisui out of
my bed and drag you in it!"

Reika was drunk, yes, but not drunk enough not to be able understand
what was just said to him. He blinked a few times in surprise before he
leaned across the table. He heart was pounding madly, but he calmed it
somewhat by telling himself that he could always blame what he was about
to do on the alcohol.

"Well," he murmured just loud enough for Izumi to hear, "No one is
stopping you…"

Izumi stared at his friend is shock for a bit. Soon, though, the alcohol
coursing through his vein overpowered his better judgement and reached
out to drag Reika face the rest of the way across the table. Roughly, he
smashed their lips together is a drunken craze.

"Reika…" Izumi growled when they pulled apart, both breathing hard,
about both wanting something only the other could give, and wanting it
NOW.

In a flash, Izumi had stood up and grabbed Reika's wrist. He pulled the
other man out to the parking lot, pausing only to throw some money at
the bartender.

"Reika," Izumi mumbled, his brain not fully working, "Your car…what
about your car?"

"I walked," Was the reply as Reika was pushed into the passenger seat of
Izumi's car. Reika barely had the door shut before Izumi was already
pulling out of the parking space and heading for the road. Reika vaguely
thought about how the other man was probably driving much to fast for
the amount that they had drunken, but his lust filled brain quickly
pushed those thoughts aside.

They went to Reika's apartment, and it was a miracle they made it there
alive. And the second after the apartment door shut, Reika was plastered
up against the wall as Izumi showered kisses all over Reika's face and
neck.

"The bedroom, ne?" Reika managed to gasp out between Izumi's frantic
kisses. No sooner were words out of his mouth was Reika dragged off in
the direction of the bedroom. He was surprised that they didn't trip
over anything, considering that fact that no lights had even been
bothered to be turned on.

Reika gasped in surprise as he was thrown down on the bed and his body
was instantly covered by Izumi's. His surprise soon turned to pleasure,
and he told Izumi that by moaning the other's name.

Izumi smirked breathlessly down at Reika. "I take it you are going to be
the bottom in this?"

Reika's nodded eagerly. His hands drifted up to Izumi's and began
tugging on his shirt. Izumi decided to be nice and assisted Reika in the
removal of his shirt.

After both Izumi and Reika's shirts had been stripped off and thrown to
a dark corner of the room, Izumi lowered his head to Reika's chest. He
licked and swirled his tongue around the nubs of flesh, alternating
between the two, until they hardened to his satisfaction.

Slowly he began to drag his tongue down the rest of Reika's body. He
stopped at the navel and moved back up. He kissed the skins when he
moved down again.

Reika lay panting not making a sound, just basking in the pleasure and,
more important, the attention Izumi was showering on him.

The guitarist pressed his lips to Reika's stomach and made a purring
sound. The vibrations sent a flash of arousal through the drummer's
body. Reika let out a soft moan and elevated his hips slightly. Izumi
took the hint, and in one fluid motion, he reached down and pulled off
both Reika's pants and boxers underneath.

Izumi leaned back on his heels to admire the naked body before him.
Reika's eyes were half-closed in bliss as he watched Izumi eyed him with
feral look. A flush spread across Reika's face when Izumi's gaze came to
rest on his groin.

Crawling forward, Izumi dropped his head near Reika's ear. Meanwhile,
one of his hands slipped down to caress the growing hardness in-between
the drummer's legs. Reika's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Izumi
gave a disapproving growl and squeezed, earning a buck of Reika's hips.

"I want to hear you Reika…I want to hear…your wonderful voice," Izumi
told him. He pressed a kiss to Reika's neck, tasting the saltiness of
the sweaty skin.

Izumi moved down until his face was level with Reika's erection.
"Remember Reika…I want to hear you…" Izumi breathed. A low moan escaped
the drummer's lips as the hot air from Izumi's mouth blew past his
painfully hard sex.

Slowly Izumi took Reika into his mouth. Reika cried out and bucked his
hips as the searing heat of Izumi's mouth surrounded him.

"Mmmmm…Izumi…more, please! More!" Reika moaned as his back arched up
from the bed.

Wanting to play with his victim, Izumi pulled away. Reika gave a
frustrated moan, he reached down and tangled his fingers in Izumi's
blond hair. He pushed, trying to force Izumi's face back down to his
ache. Izumi didn't like that. I one swift motion he twisted away and
pinned Reika's arms to the bed. Usually the drummer would be stronger
and would have easily been able to escape his hold, but the alcohol and
lust that filled his body weakened him considerably.

"Izumi! Please?" Reika whimpered, realizing his mistake.

Izumi smirked, but eventually he consented and began to suck. He tongue
drew circles along the base up to the head, then he gently scrapped his
teeth along the whole length. He could tell Reika was close by the way
the other man's moaning got louder and the way he trembled. Sure enough,
a few seconds later Reika reached his climax with a strangled cry.

Izumi swallowed most of the fluid that was shot into his moth before
pulling away. He whipped at the corner of his mouth with the back of his
hand where a trickle of the liquid had escaped.

The blond moved back up so that his head once again over Reika's. He
gently kissed Reika who reached up and wrapped his arms around Izumi's
neck, pulling him closer. The gentleness didn't last long, however, as
Reika ground his hips against Izumi's knowing that the guitarist still
needed release.

Izumi moaned against Reika's mouth, and his hand began to trail down the
drummer's sweaty body. Reika was delighted that his simple actions could
get such a response from the man above him.

Reika gasped when he felt a finger probing at his entrance. All thoughts
slipped away when the finger entered him, slowly searching for the spot
that would drive Reika wild.

Izumi knew when he found by Reika's sudden cry and the trust of his
hips, he manhood hardening again. He instantly withdrew his finger and
positioned himself in between Reika's legs. Reika's eyes slowly drifted
shut when he felt the all too obvious hardness pressing up against his
hole.

"Are you ready?" Izumi asked, his breathing hard and full of need. Reika
nodded, his eyes still shut.

Izumi nodded to himself and thrust into Reika's waiting body. Reika's
eyes flew open and his head snapped back, a loud cry of pain coming up
from his throat. Izumi instantly froze, realizing that perhaps he should
have been so rough.

"Reika?" Izumi saw the moisture gathering at the corners of Reika's
eyes. Gently he leaned down and kissed his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Reika gazed back up at him, the fact that he was actually getting what
he always dreamed of sinking into his head. He nodded again.
"Yeah…please…continue."

Izumi smiled. He slowly pulled out, then thrust in again. Soon Reika's
cries were of pleasure. Izumi bagn to pick up the pace.

"Oh…Izumi!" He wrapped his legs around Izumi's waist, trying to get the
guitarist even closer.

It was long before Reika came again, screaming out Izumi's name. The
feeling of the sticky seman being spread in between the two already
sweat sticky bodies combined with Reika's cry was all it took to push
Izumi over the edge.

Stars danced before Reika's eyes as he felt a warmth suddenly fill him.
Izumi let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled out. He gave Reika a sloppy
kiss on the cheek before collapsing next to him and falling asleep
almost instantly.

Reika couldn't help but roll his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.
The smile turned into a frown, though, when he shifted onto his side. It
hurt down there! Well of course it would! Wincing, he reached down and
touched the inside of his thigh. His fingers were stained red when he
brought his up to his face. He looked down at the sheets he was laying
on. They too where red. Just like Reika's hair.

Reiki just shrugged. He looked over at Izumi and smiled. Oh well, at
least it was Izumi. Reika tried to ignore than pain of moving as he
curled up to next to his partner, carefully resting his head on Izumi's
chest.

It was strange. He wasn't used to being the "girl" in this sort of
thing. He was of course the man when he slept with women, and when he
slept with guys he was always on top. It was nice to have someone in
charge for a change, he decided.

With a big yawn, Reika pressed himself as close as he could to Izumi and
feel asleep.

*****
Umm....yeah. So there it is. Yucky lemon and all....thought I would
still like some comments about it...if you want...if you have time...How
many people here even like Madeth Gray'll??? Thanks for reading!

-Alison (Who will update the Archive thiis weekend. I am sooooo sorry
to all the people who have fics to be put up but aren't there yet...I
will get them all eventually! Thanks for your patience!)

...to be continued...

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