Savior

Kenta

“No more questions please.” I moved the reporter back, not bothering to be gentle about it. They were supposed to have left him alone after the press conference but everyone wanted to know about Akira.

“It’s alright Kenta.” Ryuu’s soft voice was suddenly in my ear. “I’ve got this.”

I nodded slowly and stepped back so he could get around me. I kept within arms reach glaring at any of the leeches that got to close. I recognized a few of the regulars, they did me too. I got a few glares back but most were too interested in what Ryuu was saying.

“Akira is doing just fine and is resting after filming our new PV. His health has improved and we expect to be able to do another tour in a few months along with the release of the PV.” Ryuu ignored any questions that asked what exactly was wrong with Akira. The official stance was fatigue, but the rumors were flying like they always did. Ryuu handled it all very well and after answering a couple more questions stepped back, my signal that he was done. Waving off the reporters, I led Ryuu back down the hall to the side stairs. I always had at least three routes we could take. His phone was already going off, the sound echoing in the stairwell.

“Hey Tatsuya! Yeah. You got it set up? Awesome! I’ll see you then.” Ryuu hummed as I heard the phone snap shut. If Tatsuya was coming over that probably meant I was going to be free for the evening, for some reason that thought didn’t sit too well. I’d actually been looking forward to spending my one night off with him. As if I wasn’t around him enough as it was. Maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment.

“Oh, you have to stay for dinner tonight Kenta. Haru and Tatsuya are coming over.”

“Huh?” I looked back at him, nearly missing a step.

“Tatsuya and I have been planning it for a while now, but with everything it kind of got pushed back.”

“Okay . . . well I don’t see why I can’t.” I opened the door for him glancing around to make sure no one was waiting outside.

“Cool.” He grinned at me as he slipped by, his fingers running through my hair. “You should let me do your hair.”

“Like hell.”

“Oh come on, Haru let’s Tatsuya dress him up.”

Okay . . . that was not something I needed to know about Haru and since when was Haru hanging out with Tatsuya? Seeing the hopeful, almost pleading looking on Ryuu’s face I sighed.

“Fine you can do my hair but that is it! Don’t even ask to do anything else.”

“Oh! Thank you Kenta! I’ve been dying to do your hair. I know just how I’m going to do it too.”
I don’t know what disturbed me more, the fact that I’d agreed or that Ryuu already had a style in mind.

“Well fuck.”


Ryuu

Tatsuya and Haru stayed for quite a while. Cleaning up the empty beer cans from the living room I smiled seeing Kenta sprawled on the couch. It was kind of unusual to see him so relaxed. He looked entirely too good at the moment and I wondered how he did it. I had to work hours to look that sexy and he did it without even trying. His eyes were half closed but I could tell he was watching me as I walked around the living room. It gave me a rush, my heart suddenly pounding harder, my skin tingling.

“Did you have fun?” His voice was a bit slurred by too many beers.

“Yeah, did you?”

“Yeah, though it’s weird seeing Haru like that.”

“He’s happy. How is that weird?” It had been entirely too cute to see Haru and Tatsuya together. Tatsuya and I had planned tonight, hoping that Kenta would get the hint. Though it didn’t seem to be working. Maybe I would have to do something to help it along.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Kenta pushed himself up on the couch. “He’s fun at work. He’s always joking with someone, it was just . . . different. He treats Tatsuya like he’s made of glass or something.”

I giggled, unable to help it. “No not really. He’s just tender and sweet and affectionate. Tatsuya eats it up.”

Kenta laughed. “Haru? Sweet?”

“Yes.” I walked over standing in front of him looking down at him. The man was impossibly good looking and it took all my self control not to pounce him right then and there. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Umm . . . yes.”

“Really? You know there are a lot of people who would say the same of you. They only see the brusque, harsh bodyguard.”

He blinked at me the smile fading just a bit. “I’m not harsh.”

“I know you aren’t.” I knelt down, grabbing a beer can that had somehow ended up under the couch. Setting it on the coffee table I let my gaze travel up. His dark eyes met mine and I realized I was dying to know what he was thinking. The way he was looking at me was making my whole body run hot. I shifted forward so that I was between his knees, my eyes still locked on his. “Believe me, I know you aren’t really like that. You are kind, and considerate, compassionate, honest, forgiving, patient, and stunning.”

Long lashes lowered almost hiding the dark eyes. He was smiling at me. “You are so full of shit, Ryuu.”

I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his hips. “Am I? I don’t think so.”


Kenta

The tingling sensation running through me had nothing to do with the slight buzz I’d been experiencing from the alcohol. Ryuu was too damn pretty looking at me with those soft grey eyes. Since when I did start thinking of him as pretty? He wasn’t just pretty, he was downright fucking hot. There weren’t a lot of girls who looked as good as he did. Especially with the way he was looking at me right now, those impossible grey eyes staring at me. He was leaning up against me, the heat from his body soaking through my pants and t-shirt.

It was still a shock though when those soft full lips pressed against my own. He tasted like the wine we’d had with dinner, sweet yet tart. It kind of fit him. I slowly pulled back after a moment, confused as hell.

“Um . . . I know you like being all affectionate and stuff, but isn’t that going a bit far?”

Ryuu shook his head and licked his lips, grinning at me. “Mm, no I don’t think so. I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”

“Ryuu you’ve-“ He kissed me again and I was shocked to find myself getting lost in the sensation. I’d never been kissed like this, not with this kind of . . . passion, I guess was the right word. It was like being gently assaulted until all that existed was the feel of supple lips on my own. I’d been kissed before, but it hadn’t been anything like this. It hadn’t made me feel light headed and dizzy, my whole body tingling like crazy.

“Fuck.” Was all I could manage once he pulled back and he giggled.

“You taste good, but you have a dirty mouth.”

I smirked, “You like my dirty mouth.”

“Yes, yes I do. But that’s not the only thing I like.”

“I think you are drunk.” It was time to end this before it got out of hand.

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah you are.” I got to my feet, pulling him up. This was getting a bit too awkward for the moment. It was one thing to have him being all clingy and stuff, but this was something entirely different and I needed a bit to sort out just what the fuck was going on. It wasn’t like Ryuu wasn’t known for randomly kissing people. He’d done it to Akira often enough.

“You are upset with me.” Ryuu flashed me a look before moving a few steps away.

“No.” I actually didn’t know what I was. I grabbed his arm as he stumbled. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m not tired.” He was pouting now. I really hated it when he pouted.

“It’s two in the morning. You are tired and you are drunk. Don’t forget you are going on that show tomorrow. ”

“Oh . . . oh! Yeah . . . “ He glanced sideways at me and I was shocked at how the look affected me. Holy hell, a look should not be able to make me feel like that. Deciding it was best to ignore it, I tugged on his arm pulling him around the coffee table.

“Come on. Bed time.” He tried to pull away from me starting to complain. On a whim I yanked him toward me and picked him up. He made the cutest noise, staring at me with wide eyes. “Shut up, not like I haven’t carried you before. Don’t need you falling and bashing your head on something.”

His answer was to wrap his arms around my neck. I had to be fucking nuts, encouraging this. Nakamara was going to fire me. I kicked the door to his room open and went to set him on the bed. He wouldn’t let go.

“Ryuu . . .”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Ryuu, I need to go home. This isn’t-“

“You don’t like me.” I frowned watching him as he finally let go, sitting back. His voice was soft, almost defeated sounding. “Reiko was right.”

“Reiko is smart, but she’s not always right.” I let it go at that. “Besides, you are drunk and just being overly friendly, though that’s pretty fucking normal for you.”

He shook his head forcefully. “No! No . . . “ His voice lowered as he shifted back on the bed, drawing up slender legs. “I’m not being a slut.”

I frowned. Where the hell had that come from? “No one said you were a slut.”

“You must think I am . . . coming on to you like I did. That’s why you pushed me away.”

I sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. “Just go to sleep Ryuu, you are drunk and tired and you aren’t making a lot of sense. Everyone knows you are touchy feely, so it’s no big deal.”

“That’s not fair Kenta.” The bed dipped as he moved around. “That’s like saying you are bad-tempered and offensive.”

“I am.” I chuckled and started to get up only to have a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around me.

“Please don’t leave.” I sighed feeling him lay his head against my back.

“I won’t leave until you go to sleep.”

Feather soft lips brushed my ear sending a rush of heat through me. “Thank you.”

***

I jerked awake and looked around. I was still sitting up in the chair next to Ryuu’s bed. Shifting around I winced, my leg was asleep and there was a crick in my neck. Looking over at the bed I could just make out the dark lump that was the singer. He’d went to sleep fairly quickly after his shower. The weirdo had asked if I wanted to join him. I figured it was the alcohol talking. Though in the back of my mind somewhere where I didn’t really want to acknowledge it, I wished it wasn’t. It was a bit weird that those thoughts kept popping up more and more when it came to the singer.

Sitting awake watching him sleep was giving me entirely too fucking much time to think and I didn’t like where my thoughts were going. They kept going back to the kiss. I realized I was touching my lips and put my hand in my lap. That didn’t seem to be a good place either. Fucking hell. Ryuu was my boss! And a guy. A fucking hot guy, but a guy. Fuck.

Getting up I headed into the bathroom. It was almost six anyway and I needed a shower. I could wear a pair of Ryuu’s jeans for work. We were close enough to the same size. Stripping I glared, better make it a cold shower.

So, I’m a fucking baby. I couldn’t take the cold shower and finally turned it as hot as I could stand. Ryuu had the most awesome shower. The best thing about it was that I didn’t have to share it with the entire floor like at home. Besides that it was fucking huge. You could swim in the tub and the shower could fit six people in it easily. I used his fruity smelling shampoo to wash my hair only to realize I was grinning at the thought of smelling like him. Now that was just fucking weird. He always smelled so good. Me, I usually just smelled like my deodorant. Or sweat. Sometimes blood.

A sudden rush of cold air startled me and I looked around only to see Ryuu grinning sleepy eyed at me as he stepped into the shower behind me.

“Fucking hell.”

“Good morning to you too.”