FANFIC: "Backstage Games" (The GazettE- UxA, RxA, RxU, RxUxA)
Title: Backstage Games
Pairings: UruhaxAoi, ReitaxAoi, ReitaxUruha (ReitaxUruhaxAoi Implied)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Smutty Drabble/FlashFic
Rating: R (Blowjob)
Warning: BoyxBoy Smut, blowjob, dom!Uru, epic!dom!Reita, sub!Aoi, Use of Real Names, randomness...
A/N: This is just a random little drabble I worked up real quick for tehKimmy aka thetaintedblade. I'm gonna co-dedica to myeyeswillclose because she's still my GazeGirl. <3 Hope you like, lovelies.
Disclaimer: I don't own. Damn it. I didn't witness. Damn it. I don't know it's true. But I wouldn't mind if it was. This is just my idea. Can I blame Kimmy? This is sorta her fault.
***
“God, that’s good babe.” Uruha purred in muted approval, arching back against the wall of the largely-ignored storage room, fingers tugging in silent demand at the black hair he had them tangled in.
The lead-guitarist shivered at a particularly skilled swipe of tongue, grinding his teeth as his orgasm built. His internal clock -something he rarely paid attention to- was starting to screech at him that it was almost time for them to return to stage. At the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“So good.” He crooned again, pulling more sharply at the black-silken strands, grinning when the man on his knees shivered at the abuse and keened softly. The thrill of getting caught was an added bonus to doing this backstage; it just made him all the hotter.
Aoi whined softly at the pull, speeding his sucking to match time with the demanding tugs on his locks, throat tightening as he swallowed, massaging Uruha’s cock. His hands were tangled in the black of Uruha’s pants and belts that had supported them, fingertips occasionally straying upward to brush the bare skin of Uruha’s lower back. Their encore t-shirts were somewhere, ignored for the moment when they half-stripped out of their intricate tour costumes and promptly got distracted.
Uruha’s perfectly pale skin stretched out before Aoi, offering an uninhibited view from waist to throat. His dark eyes drank in the sight of the body he loved worshiping, for all that he wasn’t allowed to at the moment. Half-faded bruises and fresh red bites were scattered over Uruha’s chest and abdomen, a testament to their busy sex life.
“Fuck, so good baby.” The lead guitarist murmured, unable to help the impulse to thrust his hips forward, forcing more of himself into the warm cavern. “Hurry up, suck me off. We have other things to do tonight.”
Aoi whined faintly at the invasion, slackening his jaw and relaxing his throat, taking shallow breaths through his nose so he didn’t choke. His lashes lowered slightly, black gaze looking up at his lover pleadingly. His expression was easy enough to ignore in the dark, so naturally, Uruha did.
Eyes closed and head thrown back, he tugged again at the black strains and hissed, hips bucking forward again. “Close, baby.”
“Kou.” A third presence was suddenly in the storage room with them, and just the sound of that deep voice made Aoi shiver. “Yuu?”
“Here.” Uruha groaned softly, shivering as his honey eyes sought out their bassist. “Back here, Kira. Fuck, Yuu baby please.”
Akira appeared, pale and leonine in the shadowed room. His tour shirt was as white as his nose-band, splashes of light against his pale-golden skin, shades of gold spikes still standing in spite of their last two hours of performing. A low growl escaped him as he drew closer, one hand snapping out to tangle in Aoi’s hair as the other reached to twist Uruha’s right nipple.
Aoi whined as he was pulled back until only the head of Uruha’s cock remained in his mouth, body shaking as Reita twisted his handful of hair and Uruha keened at the sharp pleasure the bassist inflicted on him simultaneously. “Come now, Kou.”
The lead guitarist shivered, stamina melting away in the presence of the bassist and the sharp caresses he gave. Aoi moaned as he sucked down his lover’s pleasure, pulling back when Uruha relaxed against the wall. “Akira…”
White seed leaked out of the corners of his mouth and Aoi caught himself before he could lick it away. Akira’s hand remained in his hair; tugging his head back and making him open his mouth with a soft keen. “Aki-”
“You saved me some.” The bassist purred as he bowed enough to plunge his tongue into Aoi’s open mouth, greedily sucking the faint splashes of white that had seeped out the corners of the guitarist’s lips. “Good boy.”
“Isn’t he always?” Uruha murmured with a lazy smirk as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped his jeans. “Kai looking for us?”
“He was about to hit the stage when I came to find you.” Akira murmured as he left Aoi’s mouth with one last nip to his lip-ring, and then straightened. “And what do I find?”
“Me coming.” Uruha smirked, mischief making his eyes flare honey-gold even in the low light. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing, now.” Akira murmured as he tapped Aoi’s shoulder, gesturing for the guitarist to stand. “It’s a good thing you’re not playing our favorite game, Kou. I have to be on stage in a minute.”
“Hmmm, too bad.” Aoi murmured, leaning back against the wall, black eyes sated as his tongue traced his lips. “He was hoping you would have time.”
“I know.” Akira laughed, giving Uruha a biting kiss as he pulled their t-shirts from where he’d half-tucked them into his back pocket. “Here, get dressed and get ready to go back out for Ride.”
“When do I get my ride?” Uruha smirked as he took his shirt and watched Aoi curl around Akira for another kiss.
“Later, much later.” Akira gave him a sharp look, smirking as Aoi moved close and rubbed a very obvious erection against his thigh. “Yuu, behave.”
“Why?” The black haired guitarist whispered, nipping at his jaw line with a purr. “You don’t want me to.”
One hand rose, tangling in black hair and sharply pulling, twisting the guitarist’s head to the side so Akira could leave a punishing bite on his lover’s pale throat. Fuck makeup, and the camera crew, and what anyone thought if they saw it. “You will be dealt with later, baby.”
Aoi smirked, pulling faintly against the grip, testing it as his eyes sparked. “Promise?”
Akira laughed, stealing a last biting kiss. Catching Aoi’s lip-ring in his teeth, he pulled it lightly before he released the guitarist sharply. “I promise. No more games until we get back to the hotel. You two better be ready.”
“I’ve been ready.” Aoi muttered as he trailed after the bassist, following him back to the wing of the stage so he could watch Kai play.
“I can be ready again.” Uruha hummed as he pressed to Akira’s back, nuzzling into his hair. “Knock ‘em dead, Kira.”
“Behave yourself, Kou.” Akira smirked, turning his head to drop a light kiss on insisting duck-pouting lips.
“Your turn for a ride.” The blond guitarist murmured, nodding toward the stage.
Reita winked at Aoi, smirking when the guitarist grinned. “Your turn later.”
“I’ll hold you to that; it’s my favorite part of our lives, after all.”
“Jump on Kai again, and I’m going to beat your ass later.” The bassist warned as he knotted his bandanna around his face and then stalked onto stage.
Uruha smirked at Aoi, his eyes plainly asking a question.
“Yes.” Aoi grinned. “I most definitely am.”
Uruha laughed, nodding. “Yeah… I thought you wanted a hard ride tonight.”
Aoi grinned, watching the two on stage as they played for the screaming fans. “You’re right about that.”
***
Pardon my somewhat-rusty smut-muses... This was just a random drabble thing that is just kinda here because they wanted to be a little pervy and wouldn't leave me alone and I don't know I'm just the writer, ok? I hope you pervs liked it. ^.~ Comments make me happy.
Pairings: UruhaxAoi, ReitaxAoi, ReitaxUruha (ReitaxUruhaxAoi Implied)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Smutty Drabble/FlashFic
Rating: R (Blowjob)
Warning: BoyxBoy Smut, blowjob, dom!Uru, epic!dom!Reita, sub!Aoi, Use of Real Names, randomness...
A/N: This is just a random little drabble I worked up real quick for tehKimmy aka thetaintedblade. I'm gonna co-dedica to myeyeswillclose because she's still my GazeGirl. <3 Hope you like, lovelies.
Disclaimer: I don't own. Damn it. I didn't witness. Damn it. I don't know it's true. But I wouldn't mind if it was. This is just my idea. Can I blame Kimmy? This is sorta her fault.
***
“God, that’s good babe.” Uruha purred in muted approval, arching back against the wall of the largely-ignored storage room, fingers tugging in silent demand at the black hair he had them tangled in.
The lead-guitarist shivered at a particularly skilled swipe of tongue, grinding his teeth as his orgasm built. His internal clock -something he rarely paid attention to- was starting to screech at him that it was almost time for them to return to stage. At the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“So good.” He crooned again, pulling more sharply at the black-silken strands, grinning when the man on his knees shivered at the abuse and keened softly. The thrill of getting caught was an added bonus to doing this backstage; it just made him all the hotter.
Aoi whined softly at the pull, speeding his sucking to match time with the demanding tugs on his locks, throat tightening as he swallowed, massaging Uruha’s cock. His hands were tangled in the black of Uruha’s pants and belts that had supported them, fingertips occasionally straying upward to brush the bare skin of Uruha’s lower back. Their encore t-shirts were somewhere, ignored for the moment when they half-stripped out of their intricate tour costumes and promptly got distracted.
Uruha’s perfectly pale skin stretched out before Aoi, offering an uninhibited view from waist to throat. His dark eyes drank in the sight of the body he loved worshiping, for all that he wasn’t allowed to at the moment. Half-faded bruises and fresh red bites were scattered over Uruha’s chest and abdomen, a testament to their busy sex life.
“Fuck, so good baby.” The lead guitarist murmured, unable to help the impulse to thrust his hips forward, forcing more of himself into the warm cavern. “Hurry up, suck me off. We have other things to do tonight.”
Aoi whined faintly at the invasion, slackening his jaw and relaxing his throat, taking shallow breaths through his nose so he didn’t choke. His lashes lowered slightly, black gaze looking up at his lover pleadingly. His expression was easy enough to ignore in the dark, so naturally, Uruha did.
Eyes closed and head thrown back, he tugged again at the black strains and hissed, hips bucking forward again. “Close, baby.”
“Kou.” A third presence was suddenly in the storage room with them, and just the sound of that deep voice made Aoi shiver. “Yuu?”
“Here.” Uruha groaned softly, shivering as his honey eyes sought out their bassist. “Back here, Kira. Fuck, Yuu baby please.”
Akira appeared, pale and leonine in the shadowed room. His tour shirt was as white as his nose-band, splashes of light against his pale-golden skin, shades of gold spikes still standing in spite of their last two hours of performing. A low growl escaped him as he drew closer, one hand snapping out to tangle in Aoi’s hair as the other reached to twist Uruha’s right nipple.
Aoi whined as he was pulled back until only the head of Uruha’s cock remained in his mouth, body shaking as Reita twisted his handful of hair and Uruha keened at the sharp pleasure the bassist inflicted on him simultaneously. “Come now, Kou.”
The lead guitarist shivered, stamina melting away in the presence of the bassist and the sharp caresses he gave. Aoi moaned as he sucked down his lover’s pleasure, pulling back when Uruha relaxed against the wall. “Akira…”
White seed leaked out of the corners of his mouth and Aoi caught himself before he could lick it away. Akira’s hand remained in his hair; tugging his head back and making him open his mouth with a soft keen. “Aki-”
“You saved me some.” The bassist purred as he bowed enough to plunge his tongue into Aoi’s open mouth, greedily sucking the faint splashes of white that had seeped out the corners of the guitarist’s lips. “Good boy.”
“Isn’t he always?” Uruha murmured with a lazy smirk as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped his jeans. “Kai looking for us?”
“He was about to hit the stage when I came to find you.” Akira murmured as he left Aoi’s mouth with one last nip to his lip-ring, and then straightened. “And what do I find?”
“Me coming.” Uruha smirked, mischief making his eyes flare honey-gold even in the low light. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing, now.” Akira murmured as he tapped Aoi’s shoulder, gesturing for the guitarist to stand. “It’s a good thing you’re not playing our favorite game, Kou. I have to be on stage in a minute.”
“Hmmm, too bad.” Aoi murmured, leaning back against the wall, black eyes sated as his tongue traced his lips. “He was hoping you would have time.”
“I know.” Akira laughed, giving Uruha a biting kiss as he pulled their t-shirts from where he’d half-tucked them into his back pocket. “Here, get dressed and get ready to go back out for Ride.”
“When do I get my ride?” Uruha smirked as he took his shirt and watched Aoi curl around Akira for another kiss.
“Later, much later.” Akira gave him a sharp look, smirking as Aoi moved close and rubbed a very obvious erection against his thigh. “Yuu, behave.”
“Why?” The black haired guitarist whispered, nipping at his jaw line with a purr. “You don’t want me to.”
One hand rose, tangling in black hair and sharply pulling, twisting the guitarist’s head to the side so Akira could leave a punishing bite on his lover’s pale throat. Fuck makeup, and the camera crew, and what anyone thought if they saw it. “You will be dealt with later, baby.”
Aoi smirked, pulling faintly against the grip, testing it as his eyes sparked. “Promise?”
Akira laughed, stealing a last biting kiss. Catching Aoi’s lip-ring in his teeth, he pulled it lightly before he released the guitarist sharply. “I promise. No more games until we get back to the hotel. You two better be ready.”
“I’ve been ready.” Aoi muttered as he trailed after the bassist, following him back to the wing of the stage so he could watch Kai play.
“I can be ready again.” Uruha hummed as he pressed to Akira’s back, nuzzling into his hair. “Knock ‘em dead, Kira.”
“Behave yourself, Kou.” Akira smirked, turning his head to drop a light kiss on insisting duck-pouting lips.
“Your turn for a ride.” The blond guitarist murmured, nodding toward the stage.
Reita winked at Aoi, smirking when the guitarist grinned. “Your turn later.”
“I’ll hold you to that; it’s my favorite part of our lives, after all.”
“Jump on Kai again, and I’m going to beat your ass later.” The bassist warned as he knotted his bandanna around his face and then stalked onto stage.
Uruha smirked at Aoi, his eyes plainly asking a question.
“Yes.” Aoi grinned. “I most definitely am.”
Uruha laughed, nodding. “Yeah… I thought you wanted a hard ride tonight.”
Aoi grinned, watching the two on stage as they played for the screaming fans. “You’re right about that.”
***
Pardon my somewhat-rusty smut-muses... This was just a random drabble thing that is just kinda here because they wanted to be a little pervy and wouldn't leave me alone and I don't know I'm just the writer, ok? I hope you pervs liked it. ^.~ Comments make me happy.