All the Rage
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All the Rage
Characters: Hojo/Eri
Words: 939
Original Date: May 30, 2008
Awards: Moderator's Choice - Week 5 at IYHedonism
She was there, pounding at the door again, shouting his name.
“Hojo! Hojo, open up!”
He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He wanted to sit around and wallow in pity. Wallow like he had for days now.
Kagome was gone. She wasn’t coming back. Ran off somewhere with the boyfriend he didn’t even know she had. He wondered how her mother was able to smile while relaying such a thing.
“Hojo!”
With great reluctance he rose to his feet and answered the door. He caught the worried look on Eri’s face before she quickly hid it with a grin. He knew it was fake, but he didn’t have it in him to be angry.
“Go out with me,” she said.
He stared at her blankly, but she continued anyway.
“We’ll go to Club Lethe. It’s all the rage.” She frowned in response to his silence. “It isn’t good for you to stay cooped up like this, Hojo. And besides,” she added with a wink, “they say if you want to forget, it’s the place to be.”
“Forget?” He didn’t think he would ever forget Kagome, but he was sure he would never be happy without her so long as he kept her memory.
He thought, for a moment, that Eri’s smile saddened, but she grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door and down the street before he could confirm it.
“Let’s go.”
Club Lethe was smokey, and dark except for the strobe lights that flashed on and off in time to the pulsing bass of the music. The atmosphere seemed to wrap around them like a warm blanket.
“Take these,” Eri said, pushing a few pills into his hand. “They’re all the rage.”
“What are they?” he asked uneasily.
“They help you forget. I came here earlier to get them.” She looked at him sadly. “We can forget together. Okay?”
He wanted to forget.
They both took the pills.
Hojo let Eri pull him to the dance floor. It was awkward at first, but once the drugs kicked in he felt his stress and sorrow slip away, leaving only the music and the lights and the fog.
And Eri.
Her eyes were closed as she let the throbbing bass carry her where it will, which happened to be against him. Her hands were on his ass and her pelvis ground against his. He remembered, vaguely, that he had wanted another girl before, but she hadn’t wanted him. Not like this girl did. This girl who was now eying him lustily, rubbing eagerly along his hardening length, pulling his head down to her lips and whispering into his ear, “Fuck me.”
What was that other girl’s name again?
He held her tightly and thrust against her, overcome with want and oh so ready to oblige her wishes.
She laughed at his advances. “Over there, against the wall,” she said, eying a darkened corner of the club. He looked, and could see other couples who apparently had similar ideas. “It’s all the rage.”
This time, it was Hojo who pulled Eri across the room. He pressed her against the wall and crashed his lips against hers, leaving enough space to trail one hand down her skirt to fondle her. Gods, she was so wet, and her skimpy little thong barely covered anything at all. He shoved the strip of fabric aside and stroked her, and she moaned throatily against his mouth.
“Take me,” she groaned huskily, fumbling with his trousers, pulling his cock free from his boxer shorts, squeezing and stroking and making him gasp in return for the pleasure she’d received. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He growled, and then his weight was on her, bracing her against the wall, and her legs were up and around his waist, and he was plunging himself inside of her slick channel, and any thoughts of that other girl vanished. Eri was all there was, all he needed. Eri, mewling in his ear as he suckled her neck. Eri, gasping as he shifted her so he could thrust more deeply. Eri, crying out his name suddenly, her pussy clenching his cock over and over, milking it until he was coming along with her.
And then they were panting from their exertions, and the fog in the club felt cool against his skin. He shifted, still inside her, and she eyed him coyly.
“Again.”
Hojo woke up the next morning feeling like he’d forgotten something important. Of course he had! He didn’t even remember how he’d gotten home last night. His brow furrowed and his mind churned, trying to remember what he’d done, and who he’d been with…
Images of Eri caught in the throes of lust drifted by his mind’s eye.
Oh. So that was the important thing he’d forgotten! One isn’t supposed to forget one’s own girlfriend, but Hojo was sure he wouldn’t be doing that with anyone he wasn’t dating. And she would be pissed if she realized he’d forgotten her.
He would just have to make it up to her, then.
He walked to Eri’s house later that evening, and when she answered the door she looked almost as confused as he’d felt that morning. But after a moment’s hesitation, she blushed faintly, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
“Where are we going tonight?” she asked as they left her house hand-in hand.
“I heard there’s a new club in town.” He’d forgotten where he heard it from, though. How odd. He looked over at his long-term girlfriend and smiled lovingly at her. “It’s supposed to be all the rage.”
Words: 939
Original Date: May 30, 2008
Awards: Moderator's Choice - Week 5 at IYHedonism
She was there, pounding at the door again, shouting his name.
“Hojo! Hojo, open up!”
He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He wanted to sit around and wallow in pity. Wallow like he had for days now.
Kagome was gone. She wasn’t coming back. Ran off somewhere with the boyfriend he didn’t even know she had. He wondered how her mother was able to smile while relaying such a thing.
“Hojo!”
With great reluctance he rose to his feet and answered the door. He caught the worried look on Eri’s face before she quickly hid it with a grin. He knew it was fake, but he didn’t have it in him to be angry.
“Go out with me,” she said.
He stared at her blankly, but she continued anyway.
“We’ll go to Club Lethe. It’s all the rage.” She frowned in response to his silence. “It isn’t good for you to stay cooped up like this, Hojo. And besides,” she added with a wink, “they say if you want to forget, it’s the place to be.”
“Forget?” He didn’t think he would ever forget Kagome, but he was sure he would never be happy without her so long as he kept her memory.
He thought, for a moment, that Eri’s smile saddened, but she grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door and down the street before he could confirm it.
“Let’s go.”
Club Lethe was smokey, and dark except for the strobe lights that flashed on and off in time to the pulsing bass of the music. The atmosphere seemed to wrap around them like a warm blanket.
“Take these,” Eri said, pushing a few pills into his hand. “They’re all the rage.”
“What are they?” he asked uneasily.
“They help you forget. I came here earlier to get them.” She looked at him sadly. “We can forget together. Okay?”
He wanted to forget.
They both took the pills.
Hojo let Eri pull him to the dance floor. It was awkward at first, but once the drugs kicked in he felt his stress and sorrow slip away, leaving only the music and the lights and the fog.
And Eri.
Her eyes were closed as she let the throbbing bass carry her where it will, which happened to be against him. Her hands were on his ass and her pelvis ground against his. He remembered, vaguely, that he had wanted another girl before, but she hadn’t wanted him. Not like this girl did. This girl who was now eying him lustily, rubbing eagerly along his hardening length, pulling his head down to her lips and whispering into his ear, “Fuck me.”
What was that other girl’s name again?
He held her tightly and thrust against her, overcome with want and oh so ready to oblige her wishes.
She laughed at his advances. “Over there, against the wall,” she said, eying a darkened corner of the club. He looked, and could see other couples who apparently had similar ideas. “It’s all the rage.”
This time, it was Hojo who pulled Eri across the room. He pressed her against the wall and crashed his lips against hers, leaving enough space to trail one hand down her skirt to fondle her. Gods, she was so wet, and her skimpy little thong barely covered anything at all. He shoved the strip of fabric aside and stroked her, and she moaned throatily against his mouth.
“Take me,” she groaned huskily, fumbling with his trousers, pulling his cock free from his boxer shorts, squeezing and stroking and making him gasp in return for the pleasure she’d received. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He growled, and then his weight was on her, bracing her against the wall, and her legs were up and around his waist, and he was plunging himself inside of her slick channel, and any thoughts of that other girl vanished. Eri was all there was, all he needed. Eri, mewling in his ear as he suckled her neck. Eri, gasping as he shifted her so he could thrust more deeply. Eri, crying out his name suddenly, her pussy clenching his cock over and over, milking it until he was coming along with her.
And then they were panting from their exertions, and the fog in the club felt cool against his skin. He shifted, still inside her, and she eyed him coyly.
“Again.”
Hojo woke up the next morning feeling like he’d forgotten something important. Of course he had! He didn’t even remember how he’d gotten home last night. His brow furrowed and his mind churned, trying to remember what he’d done, and who he’d been with…
Images of Eri caught in the throes of lust drifted by his mind’s eye.
Oh. So that was the important thing he’d forgotten! One isn’t supposed to forget one’s own girlfriend, but Hojo was sure he wouldn’t be doing that with anyone he wasn’t dating. And she would be pissed if she realized he’d forgotten her.
He would just have to make it up to her, then.
He walked to Eri’s house later that evening, and when she answered the door she looked almost as confused as he’d felt that morning. But after a moment’s hesitation, she blushed faintly, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
“Where are we going tonight?” she asked as they left her house hand-in hand.
“I heard there’s a new club in town.” He’d forgotten where he heard it from, though. How odd. He looked over at his long-term girlfriend and smiled lovingly at her. “It’s supposed to be all the rage.”