Sugar Pain Chp.15. Uruha/Aoi
Title : Sugar Pain
Chap : 15/ ?
Pairing : Uruha/Aoi
Genre : angst, drama, smut
Rating : NC-17
Warning : sex
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, I’m not affiliated, it’s all just fiction from my warped imagination.
Summary : Aoi is infatuated with Uruha but Uruha thinks he’s pathetic - that doesn’t stop him embarking on a dark relationship with the other guitarist however. Reita and Ruki have come to the end of their relationship but neither wants to admit it’s over, and that their feelings might lie elsewhere. The band and their friendships are in danger of collapse as passions come to a head.
They had a couple of days off from pre-production meetings, which only meant that Aoi did not bother to shower and dress for leaving his apartment but went straight to his computer screen, a jug of strong coffee in hand. He’d been sitting in the same position for a couple of hours he realised when his back screamed in pain as he jumped at the sound of his doorbell. Wincing, he shuffled down the hallway, tilting his head this way and that and circling his shoulders, slightly alarmed at the unpleasant clicking noises his body made. He opened the door with a grimace, fully expecting to find Kai come to check on him, a grumble at the unnecessary interruption stuck on his lips that fell open in surprise.
Uruha wrinkled his nose in disgust at Aoi’s state of dress, sneering as he took in his full appearance, but he pushed past him into the apartment all the same, not waiting for its owner to regain the power of speech, grabbing one of Aoi’s arms in a tight grip and propelling him towards his bedroom.
“You stink!” he stated shortly, “Get washed and dressed; we’re going out.”
“What?”
“Don’t argue with me!” Uruha spun Aoi round, his shoulder blades colliding painfully with the wall. How often did he end up in this position with Uruha? And why did he let it happen? He looked up, hard amber eyes boring into him, Uruha’s hands resting either side of his head. He was beginning to tremble, fear and confusion balling in his stomach. He couldn’t breathe. A long finger stroked across his cheek softly, the gesture gentle but full of an unspoken command that made Aoi shiver, “Unless you’re willing to pay the consequences?”
“I’ll get ready.”
Uruha nodded, standing back with a half smile, “Good!” Then he turned and wandered into the kitchen. He was still there twenty minutes later when Aoi emerged from his room, clean and freshly dressed, to find the blond with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other, gazing out of the open window with an air of boredom.
Aoi shuffled his feet, as much to get Uruha’s attention as from the anxiety he was feeling at that moment. He’d chosen his clothes based entirely on Uruha’s outfit, taking his lead from the blond as he had no idea what was happening, but he still wasn’t confident the other would deem him suitably dressed for whatever he had planned. He cleared his throat nervously when the amber eyes swept up and down his figure, Uruha giving a tiny grunt as his only response. He threw his cigarette stub out of the window and dumped the remains of his coffee in the sink before speaking. One word: “Finally!”
With a creeping embarrassment, though he couldn’t have said why he felt that way, Aoi grabbed his wallet and keys and followed Uruha down to his car. He hurried to strap himself into the passenger seat even as the blond was pulling away from the kerb, seemingly impatient to get to their destination. Aoi chewed on his bottom lip, tonguing his piercing nervously, as they sped through traffic, throwing furtive glances at his band mate who merely grinned to himself or hummed along to the radio rather than enlightening Aoi in any way. He finally pulled up outside what appeared to be an industrial complex, grey concrete and corrugated steel blocks of warehouses and workshops stretching into the distance.
“Come on, then!” He snapped the words out but his voice held little of his usual animosity. He was grinning like a small child on their birthday, obviously excited about something, and Aoi found himself smiling shyly in return. Uruha’s enthusiasm was often infectious, and this time was no different; he was practically bouncing with each step as he led the way through the uniform landscape and Aoi found himself smiling more and more, a genuine curiosity building inside. Uruha halted in front of a low building, no different from any of its neighbours, and spun to flash a huge smile Aoi’s way. Aoi frowned, casting his eyes about to see what was so wonderful until he caught sight of a familiar logo.
“ESP?” he gasped.
“Yeah!” Uruha’s arm landed heavily round his shoulder and he was pulled forward once more towards the door of the workshop, “They’re going to make custom guitars for us. How cool is that?! So, I thought we should pay them a visit.”
“Wait! You’re joking!” Aoi dug his heels in, forcing the other to stop and face him, “How? I mean, when? What the hell, Uruha, how did you find out about this?”
“Ah, you know Sakai,” the blond grinned, “He couldn’t keep it to himself.”
Aoi burst out laughing, “Ah! OK! Fair enough. But,” he bit his lip again absently, “They aren’t expecting us or anything, are they? We can’t just, I mean, is it really alright for us to turn up unannounced like this?”
“Hey, I’m not that much of an idiot, you know!” Uruha chuckled, his grin wide and unstoppable, “I got Sakai to call. It’s all arranged. This is just a preliminary meeting though, so don’t expect too much, we probably won’t even get to discuss specs or anything like that, really…”
Aoi gaped at his fellow guitarist and then burst out laughing again. This was too much! It couldn’t be, but surely the blond was as nervous as he was excited, Aoi realised. This whole escapade was a huge deal to Uruha, that much was obvious, and he suddenly felt a strange relief spread through him, and a small sense of pride too. He was pleased that Uruha had thought to include him in this, that despite his coldness and his distance, despite his behaviour towards him, the blond had wanted him to be here. He shook his head, his chest still heaving with the surprising laughter, and gave Uruha a flourishing bow, sweeping his arm towards the workshop door. The blond laughed, and took hold of Aoi’s hand to drag him inside.
They were welcomed into a small office and then shown around the premises, the design studios, a prototype workshop, a highly-equipped sound room for testing, being introduced to various artisans and technicians as they passed through the rooms. As Uruha had predicted they didn’t get a chance to talk about any design ideas they may have had, but they were asked to return for another meeting where they could bring their plans and wishes for their guitars. They were both grinning broadly when they returned to the car.
“Let’s go for a drink!” Uruha announced with a smile, “Celebrate the project!”
Aoi nodded his agreement, slightly shocked to be invited, though going for a drink was something so mundane for Uruha it wasn’t something they had done together, even as a band, for a long time. He knew he was still smiling as he quietly answered ‘Yes’, surprised but gratified that Uruha seemed to want to spend some time with him for a change. In fact the whole day had been odd, he thought, but it was turning out so well. Being with Uruha like this reminded him of the early days when they’d been close, sharing an easy friendship, finding connection and companionship in their delight in and passion for the music. Other than the brief time when he’d first appeared at Aoi’s apartment Uruha hadn’t once talked down to Aoi, hadn’t looked at him as if he was something he’d stepped in on the street, hadn’t treated him at all as he usually did these days. Instead he’d been laughing and joking, sharing his ideas and enthusiasm for the guitar project, even asking Aoi for his opinions and input. Every look they shared now was one that simply said, ‘This is great, isn’t it!’ Aoi felt the memories twist coldly in his gut but he pushed it down: now, the present, this was happening right now, and he had to enjoy it for all it was worth.
They returned the car to Uruha’s garage and walked the short distance to a bar he knew, both still high on expectation, still laughing and chatting with each other happily. Several beers later and Uruha was practically falling off his seat, breathless with laughter as Aoi regaled the barman with some of their less savoury tour stories.
“Ah man! Do you remember that girl that wouldn’t leave Reita alone? She must have followed us through four cities!”
“Ha! And then Ruki took her to one side and persuaded her we had Yakuza connections and she was putting herself in danger!”
They collapsed onto each other, laughing fit to burst, clasping at each others’ shoulders to remain upright. The barman shook his head in amusement and left them to it.
“Ah! I’ve missed this!” The words were out of Aoi’s mouth before he knew it. He looked up, wondering if Uruha had even heard him, to find the blond regarding him thoughtfully.
“I know,” Uruha answered quietly, “I’ve missed this too. I’ve missed you. This you, the you who laughs and jokes and isn’t pissing himself in a corner.”
Aoi knew his mouth was open but he couldn’t make any words come out of it. Uruha held his gaze steady for a moment before turning back to the bar and downing his drink. He stood up and threw a few notes on the bar-top, giving the bartender a nod before turning back to Aoi.
“We’re leaving.”
Swallowing hard Aoi nodded, his eyes not leaving the blond’s as he stood and faced him, unable to speak but knowing it was unnecessary.
They didn’t speak as they walked back to Uruha’s apartment building, their steps rushed, the blond’s hand grabbing Aoi’s upper arm firmly every few minutes to guide him more quickly through the evening crowds. No words were spoken as Uruha opened the door and hurried Aoi inside, immediately pressing him back against the wall as soon as it shut behind them, his body pressed against him, lips on his, demanding and hungry. Aoi moaned into the kiss, kissing Uruha back just as hard, just as desperately, his arms winding round the blond’s back, grabbing at his shoulders, dragging through blond hair, pulling him impossibly closer still.
With a groan Uruha broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and laboured though he didn’t pause, his lips latching onto Aoi’s neck as he half-pulled, half-carried him down the corridor to his bedroom, their feet tangling and tripping over one and other as they stumbled and fell onto the covers. Hands struggled with clothing, rolling each other over and over as they dragged material off and cast it aside, kisses sloppy and wet, gasping into each other. And then Uruha’s mouth was travelling over Aoi’s chest, lips, teeth and tongue, tasting, licking, nipping, sucking, and Aoi was crying out, arching up into the touch, fingers clawing at the blond’s back as he moved lower and lower. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t focus, heat flooding his system as Uruha bit down on the sparse flesh of his hipbone, his tongue leaving a trail on his inner thigh, his legs spread wide, muscles tense and shuddering under the sensual assault of that mouth moving over him, teasing him so wonderfully but not giving him what he so desperately wanted.
“Ah! Uruha! Please!”
Was that hot breath he felt a groan or a chuckle, he wondered, but then his mind was lost again as a firm hand wrapped around his cock and a hot tongue lapped at his entrance, because that surely wasn’t his voice calling out a string of meaningless syllables as fingers and tongue pushed and probed inside him, his hips bucking helplessly with every movement, wanting more, please more.
Uruha crawled back up the panting body of the dark-haired guitarist, taking hold of one shivering thigh and hoisting it up to push inside, the snap of his hips hard and fast. His free hand tangled in the sweat-drenched ebony locks, yanking Aoi’s head up to crash their lips together, grunting and moaning into each shared breath, Aoi’s legs wrapping around him vice-like, his hands grappling at his arms and shoulders, driving himself up to meet every thrust Uruha made.
Their end was racing to meet them, their bodies slamming together, the wet smack of flesh on flesh mingling with their hoarse guttural cries of fulfilment as Aoi’s head snapped back, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he came hard between them, Uruha jerking and shuddering to his climax moments later. They collapsed back onto the covers, bodies still joined, hearts hammering painfully, foreheads pressed together, limbs slowly loosening their hold, relaxing, exhausted.
Uruha shifted to one side, burying his face in the pillows, shoulders still heaving with the effort and the comedown. A few minutes later Aoi turned towards him, his body heavy and aching but sated. He reached out gently, the lightest touch of his fingertips on the blond’s arm but Uruha was already asleep.
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Chap : 15/ ?
Pairing : Uruha/Aoi
Genre : angst, drama, smut
Rating : NC-17
Warning : sex
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, I’m not affiliated, it’s all just fiction from my warped imagination.
Summary : Aoi is infatuated with Uruha but Uruha thinks he’s pathetic - that doesn’t stop him embarking on a dark relationship with the other guitarist however. Reita and Ruki have come to the end of their relationship but neither wants to admit it’s over, and that their feelings might lie elsewhere. The band and their friendships are in danger of collapse as passions come to a head.
They had a couple of days off from pre-production meetings, which only meant that Aoi did not bother to shower and dress for leaving his apartment but went straight to his computer screen, a jug of strong coffee in hand. He’d been sitting in the same position for a couple of hours he realised when his back screamed in pain as he jumped at the sound of his doorbell. Wincing, he shuffled down the hallway, tilting his head this way and that and circling his shoulders, slightly alarmed at the unpleasant clicking noises his body made. He opened the door with a grimace, fully expecting to find Kai come to check on him, a grumble at the unnecessary interruption stuck on his lips that fell open in surprise.
Uruha wrinkled his nose in disgust at Aoi’s state of dress, sneering as he took in his full appearance, but he pushed past him into the apartment all the same, not waiting for its owner to regain the power of speech, grabbing one of Aoi’s arms in a tight grip and propelling him towards his bedroom.
“You stink!” he stated shortly, “Get washed and dressed; we’re going out.”
“What?”
“Don’t argue with me!” Uruha spun Aoi round, his shoulder blades colliding painfully with the wall. How often did he end up in this position with Uruha? And why did he let it happen? He looked up, hard amber eyes boring into him, Uruha’s hands resting either side of his head. He was beginning to tremble, fear and confusion balling in his stomach. He couldn’t breathe. A long finger stroked across his cheek softly, the gesture gentle but full of an unspoken command that made Aoi shiver, “Unless you’re willing to pay the consequences?”
“I’ll get ready.”
Uruha nodded, standing back with a half smile, “Good!” Then he turned and wandered into the kitchen. He was still there twenty minutes later when Aoi emerged from his room, clean and freshly dressed, to find the blond with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other, gazing out of the open window with an air of boredom.
Aoi shuffled his feet, as much to get Uruha’s attention as from the anxiety he was feeling at that moment. He’d chosen his clothes based entirely on Uruha’s outfit, taking his lead from the blond as he had no idea what was happening, but he still wasn’t confident the other would deem him suitably dressed for whatever he had planned. He cleared his throat nervously when the amber eyes swept up and down his figure, Uruha giving a tiny grunt as his only response. He threw his cigarette stub out of the window and dumped the remains of his coffee in the sink before speaking. One word: “Finally!”
With a creeping embarrassment, though he couldn’t have said why he felt that way, Aoi grabbed his wallet and keys and followed Uruha down to his car. He hurried to strap himself into the passenger seat even as the blond was pulling away from the kerb, seemingly impatient to get to their destination. Aoi chewed on his bottom lip, tonguing his piercing nervously, as they sped through traffic, throwing furtive glances at his band mate who merely grinned to himself or hummed along to the radio rather than enlightening Aoi in any way. He finally pulled up outside what appeared to be an industrial complex, grey concrete and corrugated steel blocks of warehouses and workshops stretching into the distance.
“Come on, then!” He snapped the words out but his voice held little of his usual animosity. He was grinning like a small child on their birthday, obviously excited about something, and Aoi found himself smiling shyly in return. Uruha’s enthusiasm was often infectious, and this time was no different; he was practically bouncing with each step as he led the way through the uniform landscape and Aoi found himself smiling more and more, a genuine curiosity building inside. Uruha halted in front of a low building, no different from any of its neighbours, and spun to flash a huge smile Aoi’s way. Aoi frowned, casting his eyes about to see what was so wonderful until he caught sight of a familiar logo.
“ESP?” he gasped.
“Yeah!” Uruha’s arm landed heavily round his shoulder and he was pulled forward once more towards the door of the workshop, “They’re going to make custom guitars for us. How cool is that?! So, I thought we should pay them a visit.”
“Wait! You’re joking!” Aoi dug his heels in, forcing the other to stop and face him, “How? I mean, when? What the hell, Uruha, how did you find out about this?”
“Ah, you know Sakai,” the blond grinned, “He couldn’t keep it to himself.”
Aoi burst out laughing, “Ah! OK! Fair enough. But,” he bit his lip again absently, “They aren’t expecting us or anything, are they? We can’t just, I mean, is it really alright for us to turn up unannounced like this?”
“Hey, I’m not that much of an idiot, you know!” Uruha chuckled, his grin wide and unstoppable, “I got Sakai to call. It’s all arranged. This is just a preliminary meeting though, so don’t expect too much, we probably won’t even get to discuss specs or anything like that, really…”
Aoi gaped at his fellow guitarist and then burst out laughing again. This was too much! It couldn’t be, but surely the blond was as nervous as he was excited, Aoi realised. This whole escapade was a huge deal to Uruha, that much was obvious, and he suddenly felt a strange relief spread through him, and a small sense of pride too. He was pleased that Uruha had thought to include him in this, that despite his coldness and his distance, despite his behaviour towards him, the blond had wanted him to be here. He shook his head, his chest still heaving with the surprising laughter, and gave Uruha a flourishing bow, sweeping his arm towards the workshop door. The blond laughed, and took hold of Aoi’s hand to drag him inside.
They were welcomed into a small office and then shown around the premises, the design studios, a prototype workshop, a highly-equipped sound room for testing, being introduced to various artisans and technicians as they passed through the rooms. As Uruha had predicted they didn’t get a chance to talk about any design ideas they may have had, but they were asked to return for another meeting where they could bring their plans and wishes for their guitars. They were both grinning broadly when they returned to the car.
“Let’s go for a drink!” Uruha announced with a smile, “Celebrate the project!”
Aoi nodded his agreement, slightly shocked to be invited, though going for a drink was something so mundane for Uruha it wasn’t something they had done together, even as a band, for a long time. He knew he was still smiling as he quietly answered ‘Yes’, surprised but gratified that Uruha seemed to want to spend some time with him for a change. In fact the whole day had been odd, he thought, but it was turning out so well. Being with Uruha like this reminded him of the early days when they’d been close, sharing an easy friendship, finding connection and companionship in their delight in and passion for the music. Other than the brief time when he’d first appeared at Aoi’s apartment Uruha hadn’t once talked down to Aoi, hadn’t looked at him as if he was something he’d stepped in on the street, hadn’t treated him at all as he usually did these days. Instead he’d been laughing and joking, sharing his ideas and enthusiasm for the guitar project, even asking Aoi for his opinions and input. Every look they shared now was one that simply said, ‘This is great, isn’t it!’ Aoi felt the memories twist coldly in his gut but he pushed it down: now, the present, this was happening right now, and he had to enjoy it for all it was worth.
They returned the car to Uruha’s garage and walked the short distance to a bar he knew, both still high on expectation, still laughing and chatting with each other happily. Several beers later and Uruha was practically falling off his seat, breathless with laughter as Aoi regaled the barman with some of their less savoury tour stories.
“Ah man! Do you remember that girl that wouldn’t leave Reita alone? She must have followed us through four cities!”
“Ha! And then Ruki took her to one side and persuaded her we had Yakuza connections and she was putting herself in danger!”
They collapsed onto each other, laughing fit to burst, clasping at each others’ shoulders to remain upright. The barman shook his head in amusement and left them to it.
“Ah! I’ve missed this!” The words were out of Aoi’s mouth before he knew it. He looked up, wondering if Uruha had even heard him, to find the blond regarding him thoughtfully.
“I know,” Uruha answered quietly, “I’ve missed this too. I’ve missed you. This you, the you who laughs and jokes and isn’t pissing himself in a corner.”
Aoi knew his mouth was open but he couldn’t make any words come out of it. Uruha held his gaze steady for a moment before turning back to the bar and downing his drink. He stood up and threw a few notes on the bar-top, giving the bartender a nod before turning back to Aoi.
“We’re leaving.”
Swallowing hard Aoi nodded, his eyes not leaving the blond’s as he stood and faced him, unable to speak but knowing it was unnecessary.
They didn’t speak as they walked back to Uruha’s apartment building, their steps rushed, the blond’s hand grabbing Aoi’s upper arm firmly every few minutes to guide him more quickly through the evening crowds. No words were spoken as Uruha opened the door and hurried Aoi inside, immediately pressing him back against the wall as soon as it shut behind them, his body pressed against him, lips on his, demanding and hungry. Aoi moaned into the kiss, kissing Uruha back just as hard, just as desperately, his arms winding round the blond’s back, grabbing at his shoulders, dragging through blond hair, pulling him impossibly closer still.
With a groan Uruha broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and laboured though he didn’t pause, his lips latching onto Aoi’s neck as he half-pulled, half-carried him down the corridor to his bedroom, their feet tangling and tripping over one and other as they stumbled and fell onto the covers. Hands struggled with clothing, rolling each other over and over as they dragged material off and cast it aside, kisses sloppy and wet, gasping into each other. And then Uruha’s mouth was travelling over Aoi’s chest, lips, teeth and tongue, tasting, licking, nipping, sucking, and Aoi was crying out, arching up into the touch, fingers clawing at the blond’s back as he moved lower and lower. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t focus, heat flooding his system as Uruha bit down on the sparse flesh of his hipbone, his tongue leaving a trail on his inner thigh, his legs spread wide, muscles tense and shuddering under the sensual assault of that mouth moving over him, teasing him so wonderfully but not giving him what he so desperately wanted.
“Ah! Uruha! Please!”
Was that hot breath he felt a groan or a chuckle, he wondered, but then his mind was lost again as a firm hand wrapped around his cock and a hot tongue lapped at his entrance, because that surely wasn’t his voice calling out a string of meaningless syllables as fingers and tongue pushed and probed inside him, his hips bucking helplessly with every movement, wanting more, please more.
Uruha crawled back up the panting body of the dark-haired guitarist, taking hold of one shivering thigh and hoisting it up to push inside, the snap of his hips hard and fast. His free hand tangled in the sweat-drenched ebony locks, yanking Aoi’s head up to crash their lips together, grunting and moaning into each shared breath, Aoi’s legs wrapping around him vice-like, his hands grappling at his arms and shoulders, driving himself up to meet every thrust Uruha made.
Their end was racing to meet them, their bodies slamming together, the wet smack of flesh on flesh mingling with their hoarse guttural cries of fulfilment as Aoi’s head snapped back, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he came hard between them, Uruha jerking and shuddering to his climax moments later. They collapsed back onto the covers, bodies still joined, hearts hammering painfully, foreheads pressed together, limbs slowly loosening their hold, relaxing, exhausted.
Uruha shifted to one side, burying his face in the pillows, shoulders still heaving with the effort and the comedown. A few minutes later Aoi turned towards him, his body heavy and aching but sated. He reached out gently, the lightest touch of his fingertips on the blond’s arm but Uruha was already asleep.
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