Beauty & Stupid [ONESHOT]
Title: Beauty & Stupid
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Romance. Angst. Slight crack.
Warnings: Short smut. WAFF!!. Fluffy angst?
Ratings: PG-13 (R for some part)
Pairings: AoixUruha, AoixHiroto (oh God have mercy I wrote such a thing), AoixKazuki (hinted)
Disclaimer: Hello I'm the Almighty Ozaki from PS Company, of course I own their asses...I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: PSC7DAYS and how Uruha gets all sad and jealous about it.
Comments: I had this ready for weeks before the performance. I didn't change it much after today. This is for priscilia301 , irmavep777 , ruki_candy , usagi_ayu, lo0olly & all the people who shared my spazzing this morning lol.
Uruha snorted.
The kind of snort he would make alone, at home, when nobody was around, when nobody could see what kind of person he was in private.
Certainly not that quiet and indifferent. Because Uruha couldn't deny the fits of anger boiling up inside when he was looking at this fucking damn line up for the 7 days of the PS Carnival.
He was almost craving a cigarette, almost because he had quit smoking a long ago but sometimes, the need was still there, a ghost waiting for situations like this to appear and make Uruha surrender.
Instead, he was drinking a strong coffee, no sugar, just this bitter and powerful taste that would help him to swallow the news. Yeah because it wasn't like he had heard it from the person most directly concerned. It was evidently why he was so upset, his eyes still reading the words, over and over again to make them sound real, or to hurt him more maybe.
- Bastard.
It wasn't jealousy. Uruha wasn't really sociable outside the band, at least, hanging around with PSC's members wasn't something he particularly affectionated because the truth was...He didn't like that. It wasn't hate, it was just that he would easily get annoyed and bothered by them. Uruha was self conscious about his image and from the last PS Carnivals they made, he had barely participated. Putting Groucho glasses on his delicate face and acting like a retarded wasn't his definition of having fun. He could still remember perfectly how he had pushed away Miyavi gently when this one had tried to molest him. No for Uruha having fun meant soccer games, in real life or behind a screen with his best friend, Reita. And they would curse like the manly men they were, drinking beer and eating snacks.
That was Uruha's definition of fun. It had nothing to do with being a dork in front of a camera, no for that, there were clowns. And sometimes, the blond guitarist of the GazettE would surprise himself thinking that most of the PSC members were clowns and that the PS Company was a giant circus. And he didn't want to make a fool of himself for the sake of the fans, no, Uruha liked to play guitar, to be stunning on stage, that was all.
His phone vibrated all of sudden, he read the words and sighed. He had to go to the studio, he was late and why? Because of his damn rambling about this damn event that will last 7 days.
Seven days filled with clowns, perverts and children.
The little piece of plastic stroked the cords and a heavy melody resonated around him. There was nothing better than metal to release his stress and his anger, and it seemed the sexy brunette on the couch with his acoustic guitar had noticed, his full mouth showing a grin. A detail that was adding more irritation to Uruha who now avoided to look at him or anything else, his gaze directed towards the walls or the vintage carpet and its whirling arabesques.
- What's wrong?
He heard his voice. Yes. But the quick riffs were helping him to block his mind and ignore his muffled voice by the distance and by the notes he was playing. He heard him again.
And he heard it better when the asshole unplugged his amp and Uruha instantly stopped playing when the heavy notes of his guitar faded away to produce a clear ridiculous sound. And the glare the dark haired received wasn't even impressive. It was teasing his excitation, his wicked mind longing for an angry Uruha.
- What's wrong baby?
Uruha pushed Aoi's hand away, getting rid off his guitar and placing it on it stand. Then he sat on the table, grabbing his can of coffee to have few sips and sighed loudly on purpose when Aoi came closer.
He did nothing though when the other's hand trailed his thigh lovingly, even closed his eyes for a second when Aoi kissed his jaw, the coffee can preventing him to steal Uruha's mouth.
- What got you so stressed out?
Uruha looked into his lover's eyes with the desperate hope he would read his mind.
- Just tired.
Again, his eyelids fluttered at the plush lips against the skin of his neck, a weak moan passing his lips at the teeth that sank sweetly and painfully there.
- You're a bad liar.
Aoi's warm breath blowing near his ear made him shiver uncontrollably and when he opened his eyes, he found his lover's deep gaze over him.
- Maybe.
The dark haired shook his head, not enjoying the game guess-why-Uruha-is-moody. No he prefered get- Uruha-horny.
- I don't like it that you close yourself up to me when you're supposed to rely on me.
Uruha looked away, feeling ridiculous, feeling like a teenage girl for his fears and thoughts that were torturing him.
- I'm not hiding anything Aoi. I just don't like to learn through the company things you're supposed to tell me as my lover.
And then, Aoi began to laugh and Uruha wanted to rip his head off.
- But I told you yesterday baby!
The blond crossed his arms:
- Hu? I don't remember you telling me yesterday a certain someone was in your session band.
The dark haired raised an eyebrow, already bothered by the subject:
- What? You wanted me to show you our stage outfits while I was at it?
- No thank you. Don't try to make me sound as the clingy and obsessive one in the story. You know what I mean.
Aoi sighed, tired and cupped Uruha's face with a serious expression:
- Look, I told you countless times how much you mean to me. I didn't run after you for so long just to finally leave like an asshole. Do you believe me?
Uruha found himself completely trapped in Aoi's fascinating stare.
- I believe you.
The dark haired smiled and kissed Uruha's nose:
- Then stop being so scared. I like every moment by your side, I don't want to change that now I have you.
The blond welcomed Aoi's lips gladly, clentching to him with all his might, his legs circling his thighs, Aoi's crotch brushing against Uruha's. A low whine against his mouth, Aoi smiled when Uruha whispered against his chin:
- You better not Aoi, not after all the efforts I made for you. I trust you...
The dark haired kissed him passionately in response, before holding him to the couch of the studio where he reaped Uruha's moans few minutes later...
The blond's jaw tightened, his vision was getting blurry and he fluttered his eyelids desperatly because he didn't want to cry.
Not for this, not now, not for him. But a part of himself needed to let it out under the form of ridiculous drops falling from his eyes, like a rain washing away the dust of a windy day. Uruha was so calm outside that no one could imagine he was having a storm inside his heart. Even this image wasn't enough to tell how much it was aching. What kind of fucking race his heart was trying to run? Certainly not this one he got few months ago when they shared their first kiss, their first night, their first confessions.
It was all about the feeling of losing the one you loved because there was a rival that you never seemed to surpass, one day you weren't shining anymore, you were the shadow behind the sun.
And Uruha was trying his best to stand still and to be brighter but no matter how, it wasn't enough. And a voice in his head was repeating that it would never be enough now.
He read the words a thousand times, a never ending slap of the reality. Maybe he was too clingy, maybe he was the kind that couldn't joke with those things because he never had to care that much for anyone, not before a dark haired guitarist started to be so cute and gentle and to make him fall in love like crazy.
And it was exactly why he was so hurt now, becauce he loved him madly, deeply, so much that he would always act like a masochist not to let him see anything. Uruha was good at hiding his emotions and he knew that it was always driving Aoi crazy, him who was blunt and sincere when Uruha was vague and mysterious.
A reason why he couldn't have a Twitter account. He didn't even know what to say there, other than on his blog. He wasn't as talkative as Aoi, as funny, as social and spontaneous.
Maybe that's why I love him. He's my opposite, he's someone I'd like to be.
He shut his laptop, preventing himself to slam it hard and poured himself some coffee, in this mug Aoi would always take for himself. Another example that could prove Uruha's love...Since his relationship started with the brunette, Uruha had caught that famous disease, coffee's addiction, from Aoi. They both liked to call themselves coffee lovers, always trying to find the better one when they were hanging out in the city, tasting coffee from the whole cafes in Tokyo.
It became their bond, a little something that would gather them up around a fuming cup, staring at each other, lost in the sweet smell of coffee and its dancing plumes of smoke. A special moment...In the morning, after lunch, after sex, before going to bed, in the middle of the night...Anytime.
It was probably why they both developped a habit of staying up late at night. Probably.
And, as if he had smelled it from his appartment, Aoi was now here, smiling at the blond who just opened his door, a dull stare over his lover.
Here. Aoi understood something was wrong. And this something had to do with him, obviously.
- Babe?
- Don't call me like this!
The dark and silver haired frowned, hurt by the sudden fit of anger Uruha showed. And he was going to get in the same state because it was unfair how he had just barged in to hear his lover being that unpleasant.
- Don't fucking shout at me! I come with the hope I'll have your smile, a kiss, anything, and the only thing you do to me is to be damn hysterical! What's wrong now? What's wrong again?
Uruha bite the inside of his cheek, avoiding Aoi's stare. By now, he should now why. If he knew Uruha a little, he should know why he was mad, upset, offended, hurt.
- Uruha, I don't know okay? If you stay quiet I can't know what wrong thing I did to you.
The blond snickered.
- That's the problem Aoi. You don't know. You never know. Even after all this time, nothing has changed. You can't read me when I see everything about you. I can tell that you absolutely have no idea why I'm like this because you have this dumb face right now, and I hate it.
Aoi grabbed his wrist, seeing red:
- It's because you show nothing! I let you see who I am, but you fucking don't! You don't want to let it fall, this wall, I have to try to break the bricks one by one everytime!
Tell me it won't take as much time as for those separated lovers in Berlin.
Uruha watched Aoi's tortured face through his emerging tears.
- But it's okay to do this. It's okay. Because you're going to replace me soon Aoi.
The dark haired pinned Uruha against the nearest wall:
- Why don't you trust me? Why would I want to replace you?
- Aren't you with your new girlfriend? Having some professional meeting again?
Aoi sighed, annoyed. Again, here was the reason why Uruha was in this state.
- I told you the other day, so why do you keep on bringing this story up?
- Because you announce to the whole fandom that you were with your girlfriend, your dear mate from your ridiculous gay session band!
- Stop it now!
Uruha looked at Aoi, not afraid by his anger but by the eventual consequences. He was telling himself that Aoi would never hit him but right now, he looked so close to do it. So close.
He would never do that because he was hugging Uruha to himself:
- It was a joke.
The blond's tears were wetting Aoi's shirt, little by little.
- He likes you. And each damn joke you do is making him believe he can go further. Like I did.
Aoi's warm palms against his cheeks:
- But I was serious with you Uruha! With you only. And he's straight, you know that too.
- Yeah, he's straight and enjoys the taste of Byou's tongue!
The older sighed, tired of justifying himself when he would do everything for the man in his arms. Everything. So he kissed him, pouring all his love into the passionate kiss that forced Uruha to part before he was dying in the middle of it. He was catching his breath when he heard something that almost made his heart stop.
- What?
Aoi scratched his head and looked at the wall:
- I won't repeat.
- Say it again.
He shook his head and Uruha smiled.
- Say it. Say it and look at me when you pronounce those words. You talk openly about your dick in front of thousand people but you can't tell me that...
The pride teased, Aoi drown into Uruha's hazel eyes, a thumb stroking his lower lip, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips...It wasn't hard to lie about his dick, but to tell the truth...
- I love you Uruha.
The way the blond's eyes shone gave indescribable emotions to Aoi who couldn't help but to give way to his mouth to express it in another manner. Their hands wandered with excitement and passion, Uruha couldn't be more turned on and God knew how much the smallest thing from Aoi could have huge impacts on him.
This was definitely something he would always remember...And at the way Aoi's lips were loving him, on his lips and on his body, Uruha couldn't doubt about his words.
His warm and bare skin covered his, their hips sliding against each other and he shivered when he felt him deep inside. The dance was slow at first, traces of his teeth on Aoi's shoulder because it was blissfully good.
And when Aoi looked down at him, his parted mouth, the curtain of his silver and dark hair, the strong contours of his shoulders and arms, Uruha kissed him, choking a moan.
Aoi hid in the crook of his neck, his fingers around Uruha's tightening with each intense thrust into him. And they were singing the same song, moans and whispers of their affection.
Later that night, Aoi rubbed his nose against Uruha's, his smile almost shining in the darkness of the room. Uruha fell asleep in his lover's arms with the same one.
He had a break. A short break. Usually he'd know what to do. He'd have something to do and would even curse that time flyed.
His routine wouldn't be the same anymore but it was the pilled up consequences of too many things that leaded him to take plenty decisions. And the stress for their new album, accumulating, didn't help. He and Uruha argued over stupid subjects, again. And there was still this feeling that his lover wasn't trusting him. Everytime he would announce meeting the members of his session band, Uruha would act like he didn't care. It was bothering because in fact, Aoi knew that Uruha cared about the tiniest thing.
And his lover seemed particularly depressed tonight. And the dark haired, again, guessed why.
- On stage in less than one minute!
The effervescence of the last seconds. Adrenaline. Excitement. Fears. But this time Aoi had to face a biggest pression. Tonight he will sing.
He smiled at the members, trying to act cool and calm when in fact he felt like it was his first time. Good luck? I don't need luck, I need...To empty my head. Empty it Aoi. Empty your head.
He looked above his shoulder and found what he was looking for. Aoi could read on his full lips easily.
I'll definitely do my best. For you and for me.
Congratulations. Compliments. Hands shaken endlessly. Friendly taps on his shoulder. He couldn't stop smiling and blushing. It was too much.
He did it. Aoi could still not believe he stood on stage, sang the songs he liked the most about his idol and his heart was constantly tightening at the vivid memory he had of the sight on the crowd from the stage.
To see everyone's smiles, to hear their encouragement, their singing voices, their raised hands.
Aoi was born again on stage tonight. Not as Aoi, the guitarist though. He felt particularly plain, as a musician. The thrills of excitement and the satisfaction it could bring, it was something Aoi underestimated.
In a way now, he was missing it.
Aoi turned his head, blond hair streaming in the corridor behind some smiling and familiar faces.
He giggled as Reita made a joke, at how Ruki glared at the bassist. That the singer of their band (and friend) was congratulating him was certainly one of the best reward. No matter how nice the praise was, he couldn't consider himself a vocalist, or to pretend to be a rival to Ruki.
He hadn't those thoughts.
- Where's Uruha?
- Ah he was right there...
He needed to share his happiness with the one he loved. Aoi took advantage of the fact the members of his session band were all busy talking to sneak out but didn't hear one of his guitarist calling his name.
He was looking for him, through corridors and never-ending alleys, through rooms and toilets and everything this venue had. Until he pushed a last door and saw him, hiding with a bottle of champagne.
Aoi giggled and Uruha flinched, surprised. A long sigh of relief escaped his fleshy lips.
- I know, it's crazy, I have to hide to be able to drink.
The dark haired crossed his arms, leaning against the now closed door.
- It's not forbidden to drink though.
Uruha pouted.
- True, but, with all these rumors about how such a heavy drinker I am...When I don't do that much anymore.
Aoi came closer and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend:
- When you do, you are either stressed or angry. Ah, you drink too when you can't sleep.
Uruha's eyebrows raised.
- See? I know you. And it's surprising you're drinking that cheap champagne...
The other laughed.
- It seems the PS Company can't handle my expensive tastes.
Aoi liked the smile he was gifted with.
- You're not mad at me?
Uruha frowned.
- For what?
- The fanservice.
He laughed loudly, his fingers entwining with Aoi's.
- Because it's Hiroto, I'm nowhere near mad at the moment.
Inside, Aoi felt the relief sweeping aside his worry and anxiety. He told to himself he should treat Alice Nine's lead guitar one of these days to drink, because he, indirectly, helped him to save his couple from another stupid argument. No, kissing Kazuki would have created an apocalypse, the end, a famine. It would have broken Uruha's heart and Aoi didn't want that.
- It makes me sad when we don't talk to each other.
The 32 years old suddenly looked like a little boy and Uruha placed a kiss on his lips. To bury the hatchet.
- You were amazing tonight. We should have a meeting and reconsider our singer's role.
Aoi laughed and his silver hair shone under the light of the room.
- I'm so proud of you.
Their lips brushed, their tongues met and his heart melted entirely.
- Now I want you to sing me love songs.
From the way Aoi's lips strecthed, Uruha knew that he was touched. Deeply.
The dark haired moved smoothly with his lover in his arms, singing in his ear and not caring about the whole world around them.
The door closed softly. So, his senpai was really gay after all. And judging from the scene he had witnessed...He seemed madly in love. He got away, a bit defeated.
Uruha chuckled loudly when Aoi voluntarily sang the wrong lyrics and he kissed him with a burning passion.
- But I'm really hungry now. And we're in summer, it's soba's season!
- Aoi?
They stared at each other, for what seemed like an eternity.
- Even if you don't need it anymore, I love you.
Uruha's eyelids fluttered as Aoi's hands were running on his back, their foreheads joined together.
- I need it. I need you. And...I love you more than food!
Laughs & sound of kisses echoing.
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I had started this around the time when Aoi announced his session band for the 7 days of the PS Carnival. Hopefully, that adorable man fed my inspiration (via Twitter) with those twisted ideas I have about him and his beloved kohai, Kazuki. And so, you put Uruha in there, you mix the whole thing and tadaaaa, a triangle.
Anyway...I put some references here and, it doesn't help making me stop missing Aoi ;A; I miss his silly tweets. I was near being a seer with this oneshot lol. I didn't want to write about a AoixKazuki fanservice because I thought it was going to happen. LOL OHMYGOD save me. Anyway, it was supposed to be cracky when I began writing this, and it ended up filled with angsty feelings because of Uruha. See? I can't help it.
I just changed the last paragraph a bit with Hiroto's & Aoi's fanservice, otherwise, everything was written before the perfomance lol. Hey about the title, ofc, it's one of the song Aoi sang, by the Pink Spider and I thought it could sum up the pairing pretty well. Beauty & Stupid hahaha.
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Romance. Angst. Slight crack.
Warnings: Short smut. WAFF!!. Fluffy angst?
Ratings: PG-13 (R for some part)
Pairings: AoixUruha, AoixHiroto (oh God have mercy I wrote such a thing), AoixKazuki (hinted)
Disclaimer: Hello I'm the Almighty Ozaki from PS Company, of course I own their asses...I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: PSC7DAYS and how Uruha gets all sad and jealous about it.
Comments: I had this ready for weeks before the performance. I didn't change it much after today. This is for priscilia301 , irmavep777 , ruki_candy , usagi_ayu, lo0olly & all the people who shared my spazzing this morning lol.
Uruha snorted.
The kind of snort he would make alone, at home, when nobody was around, when nobody could see what kind of person he was in private.
Certainly not that quiet and indifferent. Because Uruha couldn't deny the fits of anger boiling up inside when he was looking at this fucking damn line up for the 7 days of the PS Carnival.
He was almost craving a cigarette, almost because he had quit smoking a long ago but sometimes, the need was still there, a ghost waiting for situations like this to appear and make Uruha surrender.
Instead, he was drinking a strong coffee, no sugar, just this bitter and powerful taste that would help him to swallow the news. Yeah because it wasn't like he had heard it from the person most directly concerned. It was evidently why he was so upset, his eyes still reading the words, over and over again to make them sound real, or to hurt him more maybe.
- Bastard.
It wasn't jealousy. Uruha wasn't really sociable outside the band, at least, hanging around with PSC's members wasn't something he particularly affectionated because the truth was...He didn't like that. It wasn't hate, it was just that he would easily get annoyed and bothered by them. Uruha was self conscious about his image and from the last PS Carnivals they made, he had barely participated. Putting Groucho glasses on his delicate face and acting like a retarded wasn't his definition of having fun. He could still remember perfectly how he had pushed away Miyavi gently when this one had tried to molest him. No for Uruha having fun meant soccer games, in real life or behind a screen with his best friend, Reita. And they would curse like the manly men they were, drinking beer and eating snacks.
That was Uruha's definition of fun. It had nothing to do with being a dork in front of a camera, no for that, there were clowns. And sometimes, the blond guitarist of the GazettE would surprise himself thinking that most of the PSC members were clowns and that the PS Company was a giant circus. And he didn't want to make a fool of himself for the sake of the fans, no, Uruha liked to play guitar, to be stunning on stage, that was all.
His phone vibrated all of sudden, he read the words and sighed. He had to go to the studio, he was late and why? Because of his damn rambling about this damn event that will last 7 days.
Seven days filled with clowns, perverts and children.
The little piece of plastic stroked the cords and a heavy melody resonated around him. There was nothing better than metal to release his stress and his anger, and it seemed the sexy brunette on the couch with his acoustic guitar had noticed, his full mouth showing a grin. A detail that was adding more irritation to Uruha who now avoided to look at him or anything else, his gaze directed towards the walls or the vintage carpet and its whirling arabesques.
- What's wrong?
He heard his voice. Yes. But the quick riffs were helping him to block his mind and ignore his muffled voice by the distance and by the notes he was playing. He heard him again.
And he heard it better when the asshole unplugged his amp and Uruha instantly stopped playing when the heavy notes of his guitar faded away to produce a clear ridiculous sound. And the glare the dark haired received wasn't even impressive. It was teasing his excitation, his wicked mind longing for an angry Uruha.
- What's wrong baby?
Uruha pushed Aoi's hand away, getting rid off his guitar and placing it on it stand. Then he sat on the table, grabbing his can of coffee to have few sips and sighed loudly on purpose when Aoi came closer.
He did nothing though when the other's hand trailed his thigh lovingly, even closed his eyes for a second when Aoi kissed his jaw, the coffee can preventing him to steal Uruha's mouth.
- What got you so stressed out?
Uruha looked into his lover's eyes with the desperate hope he would read his mind.
- Just tired.
Again, his eyelids fluttered at the plush lips against the skin of his neck, a weak moan passing his lips at the teeth that sank sweetly and painfully there.
- You're a bad liar.
Aoi's warm breath blowing near his ear made him shiver uncontrollably and when he opened his eyes, he found his lover's deep gaze over him.
- Maybe.
The dark haired shook his head, not enjoying the game guess-why-Uruha-is-moody. No he prefered get- Uruha-horny.
- I don't like it that you close yourself up to me when you're supposed to rely on me.
Uruha looked away, feeling ridiculous, feeling like a teenage girl for his fears and thoughts that were torturing him.
- I'm not hiding anything Aoi. I just don't like to learn through the company things you're supposed to tell me as my lover.
And then, Aoi began to laugh and Uruha wanted to rip his head off.
- But I told you yesterday baby!
The blond crossed his arms:
- Hu? I don't remember you telling me yesterday a certain someone was in your session band.
The dark haired raised an eyebrow, already bothered by the subject:
- What? You wanted me to show you our stage outfits while I was at it?
- No thank you. Don't try to make me sound as the clingy and obsessive one in the story. You know what I mean.
Aoi sighed, tired and cupped Uruha's face with a serious expression:
- Look, I told you countless times how much you mean to me. I didn't run after you for so long just to finally leave like an asshole. Do you believe me?
Uruha found himself completely trapped in Aoi's fascinating stare.
- I believe you.
The dark haired smiled and kissed Uruha's nose:
- Then stop being so scared. I like every moment by your side, I don't want to change that now I have you.
The blond welcomed Aoi's lips gladly, clentching to him with all his might, his legs circling his thighs, Aoi's crotch brushing against Uruha's. A low whine against his mouth, Aoi smiled when Uruha whispered against his chin:
- You better not Aoi, not after all the efforts I made for you. I trust you...
The dark haired kissed him passionately in response, before holding him to the couch of the studio where he reaped Uruha's moans few minutes later...
The blond's jaw tightened, his vision was getting blurry and he fluttered his eyelids desperatly because he didn't want to cry.
Not for this, not now, not for him. But a part of himself needed to let it out under the form of ridiculous drops falling from his eyes, like a rain washing away the dust of a windy day. Uruha was so calm outside that no one could imagine he was having a storm inside his heart. Even this image wasn't enough to tell how much it was aching. What kind of fucking race his heart was trying to run? Certainly not this one he got few months ago when they shared their first kiss, their first night, their first confessions.
It was all about the feeling of losing the one you loved because there was a rival that you never seemed to surpass, one day you weren't shining anymore, you were the shadow behind the sun.
And Uruha was trying his best to stand still and to be brighter but no matter how, it wasn't enough. And a voice in his head was repeating that it would never be enough now.
He read the words a thousand times, a never ending slap of the reality. Maybe he was too clingy, maybe he was the kind that couldn't joke with those things because he never had to care that much for anyone, not before a dark haired guitarist started to be so cute and gentle and to make him fall in love like crazy.
And it was exactly why he was so hurt now, becauce he loved him madly, deeply, so much that he would always act like a masochist not to let him see anything. Uruha was good at hiding his emotions and he knew that it was always driving Aoi crazy, him who was blunt and sincere when Uruha was vague and mysterious.
A reason why he couldn't have a Twitter account. He didn't even know what to say there, other than on his blog. He wasn't as talkative as Aoi, as funny, as social and spontaneous.
Maybe that's why I love him. He's my opposite, he's someone I'd like to be.
He shut his laptop, preventing himself to slam it hard and poured himself some coffee, in this mug Aoi would always take for himself. Another example that could prove Uruha's love...Since his relationship started with the brunette, Uruha had caught that famous disease, coffee's addiction, from Aoi. They both liked to call themselves coffee lovers, always trying to find the better one when they were hanging out in the city, tasting coffee from the whole cafes in Tokyo.
It became their bond, a little something that would gather them up around a fuming cup, staring at each other, lost in the sweet smell of coffee and its dancing plumes of smoke. A special moment...In the morning, after lunch, after sex, before going to bed, in the middle of the night...Anytime.
It was probably why they both developped a habit of staying up late at night. Probably.
And, as if he had smelled it from his appartment, Aoi was now here, smiling at the blond who just opened his door, a dull stare over his lover.
Here. Aoi understood something was wrong. And this something had to do with him, obviously.
- Babe?
- Don't call me like this!
The dark and silver haired frowned, hurt by the sudden fit of anger Uruha showed. And he was going to get in the same state because it was unfair how he had just barged in to hear his lover being that unpleasant.
- Don't fucking shout at me! I come with the hope I'll have your smile, a kiss, anything, and the only thing you do to me is to be damn hysterical! What's wrong now? What's wrong again?
Uruha bite the inside of his cheek, avoiding Aoi's stare. By now, he should now why. If he knew Uruha a little, he should know why he was mad, upset, offended, hurt.
- Uruha, I don't know okay? If you stay quiet I can't know what wrong thing I did to you.
The blond snickered.
- That's the problem Aoi. You don't know. You never know. Even after all this time, nothing has changed. You can't read me when I see everything about you. I can tell that you absolutely have no idea why I'm like this because you have this dumb face right now, and I hate it.
Aoi grabbed his wrist, seeing red:
- It's because you show nothing! I let you see who I am, but you fucking don't! You don't want to let it fall, this wall, I have to try to break the bricks one by one everytime!
Tell me it won't take as much time as for those separated lovers in Berlin.
Uruha watched Aoi's tortured face through his emerging tears.
- But it's okay to do this. It's okay. Because you're going to replace me soon Aoi.
The dark haired pinned Uruha against the nearest wall:
- Why don't you trust me? Why would I want to replace you?
- Aren't you with your new girlfriend? Having some professional meeting again?
Aoi sighed, annoyed. Again, here was the reason why Uruha was in this state.
- I told you the other day, so why do you keep on bringing this story up?
- Because you announce to the whole fandom that you were with your girlfriend, your dear mate from your ridiculous gay session band!
- Stop it now!
Uruha looked at Aoi, not afraid by his anger but by the eventual consequences. He was telling himself that Aoi would never hit him but right now, he looked so close to do it. So close.
He would never do that because he was hugging Uruha to himself:
- It was a joke.
The blond's tears were wetting Aoi's shirt, little by little.
- He likes you. And each damn joke you do is making him believe he can go further. Like I did.
Aoi's warm palms against his cheeks:
- But I was serious with you Uruha! With you only. And he's straight, you know that too.
- Yeah, he's straight and enjoys the taste of Byou's tongue!
The older sighed, tired of justifying himself when he would do everything for the man in his arms. Everything. So he kissed him, pouring all his love into the passionate kiss that forced Uruha to part before he was dying in the middle of it. He was catching his breath when he heard something that almost made his heart stop.
- What?
Aoi scratched his head and looked at the wall:
- I won't repeat.
- Say it again.
He shook his head and Uruha smiled.
- Say it. Say it and look at me when you pronounce those words. You talk openly about your dick in front of thousand people but you can't tell me that...
The pride teased, Aoi drown into Uruha's hazel eyes, a thumb stroking his lower lip, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips...It wasn't hard to lie about his dick, but to tell the truth...
- I love you Uruha.
The way the blond's eyes shone gave indescribable emotions to Aoi who couldn't help but to give way to his mouth to express it in another manner. Their hands wandered with excitement and passion, Uruha couldn't be more turned on and God knew how much the smallest thing from Aoi could have huge impacts on him.
This was definitely something he would always remember...And at the way Aoi's lips were loving him, on his lips and on his body, Uruha couldn't doubt about his words.
His warm and bare skin covered his, their hips sliding against each other and he shivered when he felt him deep inside. The dance was slow at first, traces of his teeth on Aoi's shoulder because it was blissfully good.
And when Aoi looked down at him, his parted mouth, the curtain of his silver and dark hair, the strong contours of his shoulders and arms, Uruha kissed him, choking a moan.
Aoi hid in the crook of his neck, his fingers around Uruha's tightening with each intense thrust into him. And they were singing the same song, moans and whispers of their affection.
Later that night, Aoi rubbed his nose against Uruha's, his smile almost shining in the darkness of the room. Uruha fell asleep in his lover's arms with the same one.
He had a break. A short break. Usually he'd know what to do. He'd have something to do and would even curse that time flyed.
His routine wouldn't be the same anymore but it was the pilled up consequences of too many things that leaded him to take plenty decisions. And the stress for their new album, accumulating, didn't help. He and Uruha argued over stupid subjects, again. And there was still this feeling that his lover wasn't trusting him. Everytime he would announce meeting the members of his session band, Uruha would act like he didn't care. It was bothering because in fact, Aoi knew that Uruha cared about the tiniest thing.
And his lover seemed particularly depressed tonight. And the dark haired, again, guessed why.
- On stage in less than one minute!
The effervescence of the last seconds. Adrenaline. Excitement. Fears. But this time Aoi had to face a biggest pression. Tonight he will sing.
He smiled at the members, trying to act cool and calm when in fact he felt like it was his first time. Good luck? I don't need luck, I need...To empty my head. Empty it Aoi. Empty your head.
He looked above his shoulder and found what he was looking for. Aoi could read on his full lips easily.
I'll definitely do my best. For you and for me.
Congratulations. Compliments. Hands shaken endlessly. Friendly taps on his shoulder. He couldn't stop smiling and blushing. It was too much.
He did it. Aoi could still not believe he stood on stage, sang the songs he liked the most about his idol and his heart was constantly tightening at the vivid memory he had of the sight on the crowd from the stage.
To see everyone's smiles, to hear their encouragement, their singing voices, their raised hands.
Aoi was born again on stage tonight. Not as Aoi, the guitarist though. He felt particularly plain, as a musician. The thrills of excitement and the satisfaction it could bring, it was something Aoi underestimated.
In a way now, he was missing it.
Aoi turned his head, blond hair streaming in the corridor behind some smiling and familiar faces.
He giggled as Reita made a joke, at how Ruki glared at the bassist. That the singer of their band (and friend) was congratulating him was certainly one of the best reward. No matter how nice the praise was, he couldn't consider himself a vocalist, or to pretend to be a rival to Ruki.
He hadn't those thoughts.
- Where's Uruha?
- Ah he was right there...
He needed to share his happiness with the one he loved. Aoi took advantage of the fact the members of his session band were all busy talking to sneak out but didn't hear one of his guitarist calling his name.
He was looking for him, through corridors and never-ending alleys, through rooms and toilets and everything this venue had. Until he pushed a last door and saw him, hiding with a bottle of champagne.
Aoi giggled and Uruha flinched, surprised. A long sigh of relief escaped his fleshy lips.
- I know, it's crazy, I have to hide to be able to drink.
The dark haired crossed his arms, leaning against the now closed door.
- It's not forbidden to drink though.
Uruha pouted.
- True, but, with all these rumors about how such a heavy drinker I am...When I don't do that much anymore.
Aoi came closer and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend:
- When you do, you are either stressed or angry. Ah, you drink too when you can't sleep.
Uruha's eyebrows raised.
- See? I know you. And it's surprising you're drinking that cheap champagne...
The other laughed.
- It seems the PS Company can't handle my expensive tastes.
Aoi liked the smile he was gifted with.
- You're not mad at me?
Uruha frowned.
- For what?
- The fanservice.
He laughed loudly, his fingers entwining with Aoi's.
- Because it's Hiroto, I'm nowhere near mad at the moment.
Inside, Aoi felt the relief sweeping aside his worry and anxiety. He told to himself he should treat Alice Nine's lead guitar one of these days to drink, because he, indirectly, helped him to save his couple from another stupid argument. No, kissing Kazuki would have created an apocalypse, the end, a famine. It would have broken Uruha's heart and Aoi didn't want that.
- It makes me sad when we don't talk to each other.
The 32 years old suddenly looked like a little boy and Uruha placed a kiss on his lips. To bury the hatchet.
- You were amazing tonight. We should have a meeting and reconsider our singer's role.
Aoi laughed and his silver hair shone under the light of the room.
- I'm so proud of you.
Their lips brushed, their tongues met and his heart melted entirely.
- Now I want you to sing me love songs.
From the way Aoi's lips strecthed, Uruha knew that he was touched. Deeply.
The dark haired moved smoothly with his lover in his arms, singing in his ear and not caring about the whole world around them.
The door closed softly. So, his senpai was really gay after all. And judging from the scene he had witnessed...He seemed madly in love. He got away, a bit defeated.
Uruha chuckled loudly when Aoi voluntarily sang the wrong lyrics and he kissed him with a burning passion.
- But I'm really hungry now. And we're in summer, it's soba's season!
- Aoi?
They stared at each other, for what seemed like an eternity.
- Even if you don't need it anymore, I love you.
Uruha's eyelids fluttered as Aoi's hands were running on his back, their foreheads joined together.
- I need it. I need you. And...I love you more than food!
Laughs & sound of kisses echoing.
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I had started this around the time when Aoi announced his session band for the 7 days of the PS Carnival. Hopefully, that adorable man fed my inspiration (via Twitter) with those twisted ideas I have about him and his beloved kohai, Kazuki. And so, you put Uruha in there, you mix the whole thing and tadaaaa, a triangle.
Anyway...I put some references here and, it doesn't help making me stop missing Aoi ;A; I miss his silly tweets. I was near being a seer with this oneshot lol. I didn't want to write about a AoixKazuki fanservice because I thought it was going to happen. LOL OHMYGOD save me. Anyway, it was supposed to be cracky when I began writing this, and it ended up filled with angsty feelings because of Uruha. See? I can't help it.
I just changed the last paragraph a bit with Hiroto's & Aoi's fanservice, otherwise, everything was written before the perfomance lol. Hey about the title, ofc, it's one of the song Aoi sang, by the Pink Spider and I thought it could sum up the pairing pretty well. Beauty & Stupid hahaha.