Part 1
Ruki rolled out of the bed and reached for his discarded pants. Slipped them on, lit a smoke and looked for the rest of his clothes in the dark bedroom. Sock one, under the bed of course, sock two, hanging over the lamp naturally, shirt, almost in the hallway just like always. Damn, this was getting so fucking routine, he thought. He looked back at the bed and saw that Miyavi was awake and watching him. "Leaving already?" Miyavi asked dryly.
"Obviously. Just go back to sleep. I'll call you later."
"No you won't."
"I just said I would, dammit," Ruki said getting irritated.
"Yeah but we both know it's bullshit. I've heard it enough times to know what this is, Ruki. Hell, everyone told me this was going to happen. First you don't call for days. Then you start making excuses not to come over. When you do come over it's wild sex and then you're gone. Just like every other guy you've been with in the past year."
"Is there a point to this little chat?"
"Go home, Ruki. Don't bother calling again. Have a nice life, if you can," he said. As Ruki turned to leave he had one parting shot. "I really hope I'm around to see it when Karma bitch slaps your ass."
"Whatever."
That had been a week ago and Ruki was more than ready to move on. He flipped through his little black book and sighed as he noted that most of the names in it had been crossed out. Definately time to hit the clubs and get a few new names and numbers. He went through his overstocked wardrobe and selected the perfect outfit for the night. Tight black slacks, loose white button up topped with a fitted black vest. Damn he looked good.
He arrived at one of his favorite clubs and was shown right in. Smiling and nodding at people he knew, he made his way to the bar. While the bartender was filling his drink he looked over the crowd of people swarming the dance floor. This place was as packed as ever and hopefully by the end of the night his book would be full as well. As he took his drink he saw a face on the far side of the club that he hadn't seen in a while. Must be my lucky night, he thought as he made his way through the pulsating dancers. He had to stop and grind on a few of the bodies in the mob and managed to get three numbers before he broke through on the other side of the floor at last. "Well who do we have here?" he asked as he grabbed the taller man's ass.
"Ruki, long time man."
"Too long. Why don't we ditch this place? We can go back to my place and catch up."
"Thanks but I'll pass. Aren't you and Miyavi together?"
"Not anymore."
"Really? Since when?"
"Oh, last week some time so I'm a free man again."
"Not wasting any time replacing him, huh?"
"Hey, it's been a week. So what do you say? My place isn't far," he said with a wink.
"No thanks. I'm not interested in being your flavor of the week."
"That's kinda harsh don't you think?"
"Not at all. I've seen the way you go through lovers. Hell, some of them might as well have been tissues. Use 'em once and throw them away. Like I said, no thanks."
"I've never had any complaints."
"Yeah? That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you don't answer their calls after you've added the next notch on your bedpost would it?"
"Tell you what," Ruki said seductively as he tore a blank page out of his black book. He wrote his number on it and slipped it into the other mans shirt pocket. "Here's my number. Call me if you change your mind. I promise I'll answer."
The other smiled as he pulled the page out of his pocket. He place one booted foot on the rung of a nearby barstool. Smirking he rubbed the paper from the crack of his ass forward until he cupped his cock. He handed the paper back to a thoroughly turned on Ruki.
"You can keep this. That's as close to having me as you're gonna get," he said as he walked away.