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Naoko crossed one leg over the other at the knee, contemplating the now composed Ryuukaze's words.
"I was involved with someone once." the pianist spoke, gaze focused out the window as they neared their destination. "It was great... and I felt alive for really the first time. But it didn't last, and afterward, I didn't want to get involved again. I wanted the flings, yes... I mean honestly, I didn't want to give up sex over the affair but..." he sighed softly. "I saw you and Nakai as a good way to spend the day then go about my business..."
He looked to the violinist, his amber eyes completely serious. "You're not Nakai, and yes I want him. I want him because he looks so damn like me that it's infuriating... but I want him because he's strong and demanding, wanting to take and leaving me to wonder what he'll give in return. You, on the other hand, akuma-kun... are nothing like that." he laughed softly. "I mean sure, you're strong and demanding, but not in the same sense. With you..." for a moment, the man didn't know how honest he wanted to be. "With you, I'm not sitting here wondering if you're going to strap me to the bed and leave me there. No... there's something in you that I trust... even if you are an akuma." that last bit, said somewhat teasingly. "I know you're going to take me and hold nothing back, you're going to give as good as you get... and for once, I actually enjoyed that change of pace."
Shrugging, NAKO pulled out the yen needed for payment of the driver, since they were finally at the bath house.
"As for the difference it would make to me if you stayed in this cab and drove off... well... not only would I have lost the best sex I've had in a while... but I'll lose the chance to actually get to know you."
He opened the cab door, stepping out. Turning, Naoko watched Ryuukaze for a long moment.
"So... are you coming? Are you going to prove to me that Nakai hasn't won?"

Laughing, that true laugh that was oh-so rare for the man, and leaning into Ryuukaze's arms, Naoko smiled. "You only love it because you had it earlier." he whispered teasingly, "But I'd better not have to go all 'story-time' on your weepy tirade again." one eyebrow was arched, and it was clear from his expression that, while Naoko had been happy to cheer up Ryuukaze (even a bit)... he wasn't accustomed to doing that.
Without warning, he pulled from that warm embrace and lead Ryuukaze into the bath house.
"Mori!"
There was a pause, then a rather large man appeared from a side room behind the counter.
"Oumori." the man spoke with a smirk. "The private bath just opened up." he glanced at Ryuukaze. "I take it you're both wanting the laundry service too?"
Sighing, Naoko put his hands on his hips, "Is it that obvious?"
With a nod, 'Mori' tossed a key to Naoko. "Just leave the clothes outside the door. Towels are inside. I'll knock when the clothes are done."
"Arigatou, Mori-kun." the pianist winked before steering his akuma toward the back where the private baths were.

"Would you rather I be a whiny b***h?" Naoko asked with a raised eyebrow, taking off his coat, skint-tight shirt, and beginning to unzip his pants.
After he was finally nude, the pianist carefully placed his clothes outside of the bath, a towel around his waist.
The room was rather large, with a sunken bath on one wall that would have been big enough for over a dozen men to sit in comfortably. On the other side of the titled room were the usual shower sprayers, comfortable stools, and variety of soaps and sponges.
This was one of the only bath houses that Oumori had ever been to... where he didn't actually have to come prepared for once.
Plus, Mori was a friend of his from high school, so it made things a lot easier since the large man obviously knew the pianist's tastes in companions.
Turning around, Naoko smirked as he grabbed Ryuukaze from behind and nipped the back of his neck. With a teasing smile, he waded into the bath and sat down comfortably, glad for the heavy steam in the room.



(((OOC: *yawns* I'm gonna head to bed. But I'll be back tomorrow around 5! Hehehe.)))

Naoko couldn't stop the laugh, watching Ryuukaze with a raised eyebrow once the violinist had down a face-plant into the bath.
"You okay?" the blond asked, leaning against the side of the bath, his arms spread out to each side out of the water.
He hadn't actually expected Ryuukaze to be THAT eager. Then again... the pianist was naked so... could he actually blame him?

Naoko smiled slightly, "You sure about that?" the blond asked, looking to Ryuukaze beside him.
"What with you seeming like some sort of merman, swinging your hair back as you broke the surface of the water..." he teased, leaning his head to the side in order to place a soft kiss on Ryuukaze's neck.

A slight n** on Ryuukaze's neck from NAKO's teeth betrayed his current teasing nature.
It was as if their conversation in the cab... had never happened.
"Mmmm... you should show me..." the blond whispered, kissing the spot he had just bitten tenderly.
Ryu WAS gorgeous... it was as if a true akuma had simply appeared from the mist and waded through the water to the pianist.
His akuma...

The pianist wasn't about to let Ryuukaze fumble blinding underwater.
He reached out, grasping the violinist's wrists and pulling him close, at least close enough that Ryu could put his arms around the blond's waist.
Naoko smiled slightly, watching that beautiful blond and black hair float out like some sort of exotic jellyfish.

Kawamura Ishi

Ishi straightened a little in his seat when the bartender set a glass down in front of him. He missed the wink she threw him, as he took hold of the cup. The glass was smooth, not slippery, with the slightest bit of resistance against his fingertips, when Ishi ran his finger around the rim. It was peach flavored Schnapps, he decided from the aroma as he lifted the drink, swirling it and inhaling deeply before even taking a sip.

It was cold, and almost too sweet for him. It was as if someone had melted a peach flavored lollipop into his drink. And yet it was delicious. Ishi took a slightly larger sip than he'd meant to, coughing a little as it went down. One nice thing about Schnapps was that it didn't burn the throat.

And then, quite suddenly, the glass was empty. Ishi frowned at it, almost puzzled. It must have been a much smaller glass then he had though it was. Yes, that was it. He rapped his knuckles against the countertop to get the bartender's attention.

She asked him something, but not concentrating on her mouth, Ishi could not be quite sure what it was. He lifted the empty glass, showing it to her, with a slight smile. The waitress relieved him of it, leaving him to tap a beat with his fingers while he waited for her to return. He was not getting drunk, he reminded himself, he just wanted more than that little taste.