[FIC] Scream of Nameless Liberty - RukixUruha - Oneshot
Title: Scream of Nameless Liberty
Author: ice_breath_117
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: RukixUruha
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, humor-ISH.
Warning: long smuttiness, blindfolds and bindings.
Disclaimer: They own me. Not the other way round.
Synopsis: What they didn't show you behind the scenes.
A/N: I had fun writing this. A lot of fun. Written as a form of apology for not updating on my other fics for about...2 months. Yesyes, I realize I suck .__. Hopefully this doesn't though ^-^ Rest of A/N at the end.
He was slammed against the wall by the shorter man, feeling warm hands roam freely around the smooth expanse of skin on his thigh - the only exposed part of flesh in his frustratingly tight costume. Ruki's breath hot against his neck, he let out a low groan as he grinded their crotches together; the delicious friction elicited a sharp quick gasp from the other. The honey-blond guitarist buried his hands in Ruki's red-streaked blond hair, whimpering as Ruki's teeth closed around his shoulder, biting down hard. The sharp pain, combined with the contrasting pleasure in his crotch, only served as a catalyst to heighten his senses, flooding his body wtih a rush of heat matched only by the smouldering flames evident in Ruki's eyes.
He looked down, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, to find the other looking straight back up at him, blue eyes burning with intensity. Slowly, Ruki relaxed his jaws, allowing the blood to flow again, marking that spot a harsh, flaming red. He ran his warm tongue along Uruha's shoulder, pressing against it, sucking, tasting the flesh and the sweat. His hands were gripping the taller man's hips tightly, and his message was clear - Uruha was his and nobody else's.
The mark was clear against his milky skin, obvious to anyone who cared to look, but Uruha couldn't give a flying fuck. He loved that the brand was there for everyone to see; it wasn't exactly hard to spot. Frustrated at Ruki's state of clothing - there was far too much material used in their costumes - he ripped off the gold laced, dark red coat, allowing his hands to roam under the black top underneath, his fingers scratching lightly at the skin. Giving a low strangled moan, Ruki pressed his body closer to Uruha, willing the other's hands to hold him tighter. They were both sweaty from the live, and the material stuck to his skin slightly as Uruha all but tore it off him; he gave a predatory growl and pushed his now naked chest onto Uruha's still clothed one; he sucked mercilessly at the other's defenceless bottom lip, pressing his mouth against the other in a fiery kiss, tongue darting out now and again to slip through Uruha's lips.
He was already pressing his entire body against Uruha, but this wasn't enough to please Ruki. There wasn't enough skin-to-skin contact; all he could feel against his chest was the uncomfortable scratchy material of Uruha's costume. Fingers fumbling as he continued to assault the guitarist's mouth with his own, he finally found the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and over the other's head. Their heated flesh met, and now it was Ruki's turn to explore Uruha's torso. It was covered in a layer of sweat, the well-toned muscles tensing as Ruki's fingers teasingly caressed each patch of skin, until he found the pink nub of flesh which he rubbed in lazy circles. Uruha let out a sharp hiss, head arching back as Ruki leant down to take the hardened nipple into his mouth, tongue flcking out to further stimulate the erect nub.
Uruha could feel his erection straining painfully against his costume; he rubbed himself incessantly against Ruki, groaning at the delicious friction. Ruki's attention to his nipples had caused his cock to grow even harder, if that was even possible, and Uruha's eyes closed in ecstasy when Ruki suddenly gently nibbled one. Far too submerged in pleasure, Uruha began to move his hips towards Ruki, desperately grinding his cock against the other's stomach. Smirking, Ruki moved away, his grin widening as the taller man let out a disappointed whine.
Uruha opened his eyes, glaring balefully at Ruki.
"Tease." He narrowed his eyes. Ruki only moved farther away in reply - as far away as he could in the small storage cupboard, anyway. His eyes were still set on Uruha, and he tilted his head to one side.
"Uru, baby, strip for me." This command was said in a hoarse whisper - a sound utterly irresistable to Uruha.
Without an ounce of shame, the honey-blond slowly began to sway his hips from side to side, fingers splayed teasingly on the silky flesh of his thighs. He stroked himself through the confining material, moaning wantonly, never breaking eye contact with Ruki. He hooked one thumb into the waistband of his costume, pulling it slowly down inch by agonizingly slow inch. With each new exposed area of milky white skin, Ruki's eyes clouded over with another layer of lust; his own hand went straight to his crotch and he massaged himself through the constricting material of his trousers, continuing to watch the striptease Uruha was putting on for him.
Finally, finally, Uruha slid his costume past his crotch; his member sprung out from its confines, standing proudly erect. Ruki stood with his lips slightly parted, each pant saturated with pure lust. The guitarist pullled off the rest of his costume tantalizingly slowly to reveal both his slender thighs, pushing it down until it pooled at his ankles and the entire lenth of his perfect legs were revealed for the vocalist to feast his eyes on.
The sight of Uruha standing naked, legs parted so invitingly, was enough for Ruki to lose any last shred of self-control he might have had. With a deep growl in the back of his throat, he diminished the distance between them in two short strides. Hands returning to their righrful place at Uruha's now bare hips, he captured the other in a savage kiss, pushing his tongue harshly into Uruha's mouth. Uruha didn't bother fighting back; he allowed Ruki to dominate the kiss, only using his tongue to stroke the other's lazily every once in a while. The desperate aching in his cock was almost unbearable now, and frustrated at the lack of attention his erection was receiving, he pulled away from the kiss to Ruki's disappointment.
The blond whined, a pout firmly set on his red swollen lips. Watching as a pink tongue darted out to lick said lips, Uruha placed both hands on the shorter man's shoulders, pushing him down until he was on his knees on the cold hard floor. Ruki gazed upwards, that smirk back on his face as Uruha's intentions became clear. He lifted his hand, wrapping his fingers around the guitarist's length. With each tantalizingly slow stroke, Ruki leant in closer, and Uruha almost stopped breathing as he looked on in anticipation.
Uruha let out a strangled moan as Ruki's warmth mouth finally enclosed around his throbbing member. He buried his fingers into Ruki's disheveled blond hair, gripping it tightly as Ruki's velvety tongue painted circles on his head. It took all of his self-control not to simply thrust his entire length into Ruki's inviting mouth; the heat of it was driving him crazy.
The blond continued to suck greedily, letting his tongue trace the vein along Uruha's cock, earning him a satisfying yank to his hair. The sounds Uruha was making were animalistic, and Ruki could feel his own erection straining painfully against his pants. He soon forgot about it though, as Uruha began to thrust gently in and out of his mouth. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the way Uruha tasted - it was a taste so distinctively familiar to him, yet it was something he could never be immune to. He was so absorbed in satisfying Uruha - using his hands where his mouth couldn't reach - that he didn't notice when Uruha's hands left their place in his hair. However he did notice when something soft went over his eyes, obstructing his sight completely. Surprised, he moved away, causing Uruha to pout at the loss of warmth around his cock - not that Ruki could see this, of course.
Ruki felt Uruha's fingers working around his head, deftly tying a knot in the blindfold at the back. Uruha smirked in satisfaction at his handicraft; even when Ruki tried to tug it off lightly, it wouldn't budge.
"...Hang on a second." Ruki frowned as realization dawned on him. "Isn't this -"
"Yeah. The blindfold you wore during D.L.N." Uruha chuckled, self-satisfied.
"I'm not even going to ask how you got this."
Uruha was about to reply when his words were drowned out by his own long, low groan as Ruki's hands found his cock again. Blindly, Ruki managed to wrap his lips around his length, moving his head up and down at a fast pace, taking care to stroke that sensitive vein with each downward stroke. His hands moved downwards to Uruha's thigh, stroking the smooth skin with gentless - contrast to the way Ruki was passionately sucking his cock. The guitarist's skin was hot and sweaty, and the feel of Ruki's mouth and hands only served to futher stimulate these senses. Outside, seemingly very far away, the two men heard the shout of a staff member.
"Two minutes to the encore! Two minutes! Get ready!"
As much as they wanted to ignore these summons, they knew it was not possible. Ruki momentarily stopped licking Uruha's head, using instead his hands to pump his length.
"Come for me baby," he whispered sensuously. "Come for me."
Uruha's mind was so clouded by lust that he barely heard these words, lost in a sea of pleasure as Ruki's skillful mouth returned to his member. There was almost a desperation to the way he was attending to Uruha, coaxing him closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. Once again Uruha's hands found their place in Ruki's mess of hair, and he yanked harshly at the blond strands as he felt his imminent orgasm nearing with each flick of Ruki's tongue. Uruha started to thrust carelessly into Ruki's warm mouth, thinking of nothing but his need to release. The vocalist groaned onto his cock, sending vibrations up the length, and Uruha could only cry out in a blinding flash of ecstasy as he came, his seed spilling into Ruki's eagerly awaiting mouth. Legs still slightly shaky from the force of his orgasm, he leant against the wall, panting deeply as Ruki continued to lick the area clean. With weak fingers, Uruha worked to untie the blindfold, tugging it off and handing it to Ruki, who pocketed it with a knowing smirk.
Ruki stood up, reaching for his previously discarded shirt and coat, passing Uruha's garments back to him as the guitarist pulled his pants back up. He was even more sweaty than he had been right after the live.
Suddenly, Ruki slammed him against the wall, pressing his crotch against Uruha's thigh. The taller man could feel Ruki's prominent erection pressing against his bare flesh through the material of his pants. Pressing his lips against Uruha's cheek, he whispered into his ear.
"I'm still fucking harder than ever. You're paying me back for this later." With this promise, Ruki pecked him on the cheek, holding his hand out for Uruha to grasp.
"30 seconds to the encore! 30 seconds!"
Ruki led Uruha out of the cupboard, both men squinting at the sudden onslaught of bright lights. The staff members chose to ignore the reason for the two men's absence and their topless, flustered appearance. Instead they chucked the tour t-shirts at them, and both men were quick to yank it on. More staff members moved quickly to fix their messed up hair and make-up, and with only 10 seconds to go, rushed the guitarist back on stage where Aoi, Reita and Kai were already waiting.
Ruki didn't need to be back on stage for another minute, and he shrugged his coat back on, tying a bandana around his face. He reached into his pocket and fingered the blindfold, that familiar smirk finding its way back on his face as he decided what he was going to do with it.
He knew exactly what he would do.
"Ruki! Ruki, get on stage, now!"
****
They played an energetic last half hour - emotions were running high and they felt on top of the world. The smirk Ruki gave Uruha as he licked his guitar sent a shiver down the guitarist's spine; no doubt Ruki had already planned the night ahead of them. He never got tired of watching Ruki tongue his guitar. It was, hands down, one of the most erotic sights Uruha has ever seen.
All five of them sailed through each song. Uruha watched Ruki intently as they played Cassis. This was yet another sight he loved - Ruki's fingers strumming his beloved guitar as he sang his heart out. Reminded of where those fingers and that mouth had been just mere minutes ago, Uruha shuffled around the stage, thankful for his guitar which was conveniently placed in front of his crotch.
Then, at last, came Miseinen.
With the very first few familiar chords, each member began to realize the immensity of where they were, and what they were doing. Playing here for the first time in Budoukan, they all looked out into the audience. Seeing every single person out there, jumping and singing along with almost as much passion as they themselves were, they were filled with an inextinguishable flame of euphoria. All these harsh years, all those heart-stopping moments when it seemed all would fail, now added up to this glorious moment; playing with all of their heart and soul, playing for every single fan out there, the Gazette put on a performance more powerful and more moving than any other before.
By the time they were half way through the song, the shoulders of all five men were shaking with tears. Ruki's voice kept getting stuck in his throat as he was choked by tears, but he ploughed on regardless, wanting to show the fans just how thankful he was for their never ending support. He knew words were weak and inadequate - they didn't seem powerful enough - and the only way he could show his gratefulness was through his singing. The same feelings applied to all other four members, and through their tears, they continued onwards, playing and thanking and loving.
The five members were standing side by side in a line, hands clasped tightly around one other. They could see, through the blinding lights, how the fans were also holding hands. Surrounded by such an undefeatable aura of love and support, they all waited for Ruki's countdown in palpable anticipation. None of them wanted this night to end.
But there are things in life which cannot last forever, and this unfortunately was one of them. His voice reverberating strongly around the concert hall, reaching even into the fartherst corners and deepest recesses, Ruki cried into the microphone.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
The entire hall unanimously ruptured into an explosion of shouts and cheers as every single person jumped as one entity.
****
Ruki collapsed onto the spacious hotel bed, a mere tangle of worn out limbs. His eyelids fluttered close, still covered in a layer of persistent make-up. He had been far too exhausted to be bothered to remove it. Or change, for that matter. His attire still consisted of his entire encore outfit.
"Good live," was all he managed to breathe out to an Uruha who was currently struggling out of his tour shirt.
"Mmhmm," he replied, voice muffled by the material over his mouth. "Though that's a bit of an understatement.
"Can't believe you cried. Thought you said you 'definitely wouldn't'? That was deliberate emphasis on 'definitely,' by the way."
"Hmph. Not as if you didn't enjoy watching my cry, you sadistic little bastard," Uruha retorted.
Ruki laughed, his smile widening. "Ah, you know me too well."
Uruha threw his shirt into some dark corner of the room. "I know." He waited for Ruki to make the expected sexual invitation he had been waiting for all night.
"If you're done, can you turn the fucking light off?" Uruha smirked, but then Ruki finished his sentence. " - Can't sleep with that bright thing in my face."
There was a significantly pregnant pause while Uruha digested this new piece of information.
"It's called a fucking lamp, Ruki. And besides, I thought you were going to fuck me into the mattress or something tonight. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had something so much more exciting planned." His biting tone was perfectly fitted to his sarcasm.
Ruki groaned, propping his head on an elbow to look up apologetically at the pouting guitarist. "Sorry 'Ruha. Didn't realize how exhausted I'd be. Make it up to you some other time?" He rested his blond head back onto the pillows. "And stop fucking pouting. You know I can't resist you when you do that."
"I know. That's why I'm doing it. See how desperate I am? If you're that exhausted, maybe for once I'd better be the one doing the fucking."
At that, despite his utter exhaustion, Ruki laughed out loud. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "I'd like to see you try."
"I wouldn't sound so self-assured if I were you. Why is it so hard to picure me fucking you for a change?"
"Firstly, I wouldn't let you to begin with. You look so delectable begging for it."
Uruha crawled on the bed, practically on top of Ruki. "Want me to beg now?""
"Not going to work."
"Don't sound so sure. You never know." With that, Uruha allowed his hands to wander across Ruki's chest, paying extra attention to the two nubs he could feel already beginning to harden under his administrations. "Please Ruki? I want to feel your big, hard cock inside me." Uruha had to swallow his self-pride to say that. Yes, he was that desperate. But he could feel the shorter man shifting slightly beneath him, and he had to suppress a widening grin.
"You're gonna have to do better." Ruki's voice wavered. "Still not going to work."
Wordlessly, Uruha began to move his hips, sliding himself up and down, rubbing against Ruki's crotch slowly, deliberately dragging out each movement.
"Not working," Ruki gasped out. He didn't sound very convinced. Uruha said so, earning him a smack on the arm, but predictably, Ruki didn't push him off as he would have done if he had really been annoyed. Uruha couldn't stop the smirk this time, nor the self-satisfied tone that crept into his voice.
"Knew it."
This time, Ruki did push a very surprised Uruha off his torso, despite of the fact that he groaned inwardly at the loss of contact. He turned around, back facing Uruha, muttering a very muffled "Night," into his pillow.
But the blond guitarist wasn't giving up yet. He had plans for tonight, and they did not involve sleeping. Actually, he thought Ruki had plans for tonight that he would have been more than happy to follow, but now that it looks like those plans have fallen through, he'd better make his own ones.
"But Ruki..." Uruha whined. "What? You're still wearing your encore outfit. Man, that's disgusting." He slid over, closer to the shorter man's body. With his lips inches away from the other's ear, he whispered using his most seductive tone; "But you look so damn hot in it. It makes me want you so bad...Ruki, please..." He extended his tongue, licking a path up the other's neck before leaning even closer and sucking on Ruki's earlobe, the metal of his piercings pressing cold against the warm flesh of his tongue. This elicited a surprised gasp from the other, and at the same time Uruha snaked his arm around Ruki's torso, hand reaching down, fingers splayed wide as he reached for the blond's crotch. A grin found its way to his face as he realized that Ruki was already semi-hard.
However, irritatingly Ruki seemed intent on feigning sleep; if not for the bulge in his trousers, one would presume that he was already in a deep slumber. But Uruha knew better. His tongue traced the lobe of his ear, and his sucking turned desperate; through all of this Uruha was careful to let soft moans escape his lips.
"Please Ruki, just fuck me now. Make me come with your name on my lips," he panted for the other man's benefit.
Uruha had not expected such a fast response. Before he had realized what happened, before his mind even had time to register movement, Uruha found himself flat on his back, his arms pinned up above his head with Ruki holding them tight in place. There was a smouldering flame in the other's eyes, and with a guttoral growl, Ruki pressed his lips harshly against a very shocked Uruha.
"You asked for it." Ruki's lips moved enticingly against the guitarist's, and Uruha barely heard what he had said. His stomach swelled with excitement at the way Ruki was acting; he was being so rough, so dominant, and Uruha was loving every damn second of it.
The honey blond parted his lips desperately, needing more contact. The tip of Ruki's tongue traced Uruha's bottom lip before the warn muscle was intruding in the other's mouth. Their tongues entwined in a flurry of passion, but it soon became apparent that the only one to be in control tonight was Ruki.
Uruha hadn't realized that Ruki had released his vice-like grip on his wrists; he had been far too immersed into the way Ruki was now grinding against his crotch. Even through the layers of material Uruha could feel just how hard Ruki had become, and the thought brought a smirk to face. It was hard to say which blond was more excited now. Uruha didn't feel much like moving his arms though. With his legs spread wide apart and his arms over his head, he felt exposed and vulnerable, open to Ruki ravishing his body - and he adored being ravished by Ruki. Nobody else could ever pleasure him the way this short blond has.
Louder moans now filled the otherwise quiet room; these noises spilled unobstructed from Uruha's lips as Ruki stopped kissing him, but Uruha didn't care; all he could concentrate on was the desperate ache in his crotch as Ruki grinded against him with a renewed fervour. The delicious friction was becoming almost unbearable.
Eyes having been screwed shut tight, Uruha couldn't see what Ruki was doing. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt one arm being jerked upwards; he gasped in shock; he could feel Ruki's quick fingers wrapping material firmly against his skin, and before he knew it, his right arm was rendered immobile, tied securely to the bedpost. Uruha did not struggle against Ruki as the vocalist
was quick to work on his other wrist, pulling on the knots harshly; the honey blond winced as the scratch of the material burned, but the pain went straight to his crotch, making his cock twitch in anticipation.
"If you dare go to sleep now, Ruki, I'm going to kill you."
Ruki chuckled humorlessly. "Don't worry 'Ruha. I don't plan on doing anything that involves neglecting my own needs."
With that, Ruki swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, doing what Uruha had previously done and carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room. He leant back over Uruha to gently nibble at his defenceless bottom lip, eliciting a long moan from the other. His hands were roaming freely around his chest; harshly, he pinched a nipple between his fingers; Uruha gasped in pain then moaned as Ruki pressed his moist tongue against the hard nub to soothe the burn.
"Stop fucking teasing me," Uruha said snappily, pouting.
The shorter blond didn't bother replying, merely silencing Uruha's protests with his lips. Uruha resisted at first, but with his hands bound so tightly, what else could he do? So he was left with no choice but to relent - not that he minded all that much, really - and allowed Ruki to ravish his mouth once more. At least, hopefully, he could get Ruki so aroused he would have no choice but to fuck him hard, mercilessly. After all the torturous teasing Uruha had endured, he was more than ready to be thoroughly screwed.
Ruki, however, to the guitarists utmost disappointed, did not seem to be particularly motivated to do much more. You would think that, with such a seductive, eager Uruha tied to the bed, Ruki would have been much further along by now. But the ever enigmatic vocalist was insistent to keep up the agonizingly slow pace, much to Uruha's increasing discomfort. He decided that he would have to go to more desperate lengths - his cock was more than upright and aching with need; the pleasure only overcame the pain when Ruki would occasionaly bring a hand up to give it several quick, erratic strokes. But Uruha wanted more.
Resorting to lewd, dirty talk again, Uruha gave a long, breathy moan. "I want you deep inside of me," he panted, "Give me more, Ruki, I love it when you fuck me." He smirked inwardly as Ruki visibly gulped. "I'm bound and ready - more ready than i'll ever be, I swear." He moaned again. "Please..."
And with that, Ruki lost his last shred of self control.
Not even bothering to prep Uruha - not that he needed to, given how the pearls of sweat already acted as a lubricant and how incredibly aroused they both already were - he sheathed his full length into the writhing guitarist with one thrust.
Uruha gave a satisfied groan; he thought 'finally' but his energy went elsewhere and he didn't bother saying it out loud. Instead, he lifted his hips to meet each powerful thrust, forcing Ruki deeper with every push. As good as it was feeling, Uruha found it odd that Ruki hadn't yet hit his prostate - after all, they other man usually had no problem finding it. It wasn't until Ruki flashed an evil grin that Uruha realized that he other man was deliberately avoiding his sweet spot; deliberately avoiding giving Uruha just what he wanted. Ruki's own pleasure wasn't any more neglected by it, honestly.
Uruha's eyes narrowed. Ruki was playing dirty. Uruha shifted around desperately, gasping sharply as he managed to brush his prostate against Ruki's cock. The vocalist felt a tight, sudden contraction around his length, bringing a higher peak to his already immense pleasure. Screw the games. The next several thrusts brought a blinding pleasure to both men; with his ultimate spot being stroked and hit repeatedly, Uruha had been reduced to a writhing mass of incomprehensible cries and moans.
The sight of the guitarist acting so wantonly did it for him. With a low growl, Ruki came, releasing inside of Uruha. He allowed himself a satisfied moan, riding out the rest of his orgasm. The feel of Ruki filling him up so completely, the warm liquid dripping down his smooth thighs, brought Uruha to the peak of pleasure; he felt the familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach, and not a split second later, he had covered their stomachs with a fresh coating of milky white liquid.
Ruki collapsed on top of Uruha, sighing into the other man's shoulder with satisfaction. Uruha was still basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex, when he suddenly realized how heavy his arms had become. The muscles in his arms, already exercised and aching from the live that night, now ached with a renewed burn. He nudged the motionless blond with his shoulder. "Oi, Ruki, get up and untie me. My arms hurt."
...There was no reply. Not unless you counted the loud snore suddenly emitting from the platinum blond.
Uruha looked at the vocalist's sleeping face with an expression of utmost horror. He raised his voice, attempting to knee Ruki in the stomach. "Hey, you. Get the fuck up. Now!" But Uruha knew Ruki - as soon as he was asleep, it would take a bulldozer to wake him up, and even then it would take a while. Especially after a live as exhausting as the one they had just had.
Naked, tied up, with a very heavy blond lying on top of him and his stomach still coated in a certain sticky substance, a murderous look became imprinted onto Uruha's face.
Someone was going to be very, very, very dead in the morning.
A/N: I didn't realize how long this would take to write, so now it's the very early hours of the morning. Hence the kinda crappy ending - I couldn't think of an appropriate one and my usual lame sense of humor crept in at that moment XDD So it's not proof-read either, since I think my eyes would fall out of if I tried. I hope you enjoyed it, I certainly had fun writing it, and comments and criticism is much, much appreciated <33
Oh, and I don't think my description of the actual live did it any justice. I'm certain it feels so much better than my barely adequate words =)
Author: ice_breath_117
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: RukixUruha
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, humor-ISH.
Warning: long smuttiness, blindfolds and bindings.
Disclaimer: They own me. Not the other way round.
Synopsis: What they didn't show you behind the scenes.
A/N: I had fun writing this. A lot of fun. Written as a form of apology for not updating on my other fics for about...2 months. Yesyes, I realize I suck .__. Hopefully this doesn't though ^-^ Rest of A/N at the end.
He was slammed against the wall by the shorter man, feeling warm hands roam freely around the smooth expanse of skin on his thigh - the only exposed part of flesh in his frustratingly tight costume. Ruki's breath hot against his neck, he let out a low groan as he grinded their crotches together; the delicious friction elicited a sharp quick gasp from the other. The honey-blond guitarist buried his hands in Ruki's red-streaked blond hair, whimpering as Ruki's teeth closed around his shoulder, biting down hard. The sharp pain, combined with the contrasting pleasure in his crotch, only served as a catalyst to heighten his senses, flooding his body wtih a rush of heat matched only by the smouldering flames evident in Ruki's eyes.
He looked down, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, to find the other looking straight back up at him, blue eyes burning with intensity. Slowly, Ruki relaxed his jaws, allowing the blood to flow again, marking that spot a harsh, flaming red. He ran his warm tongue along Uruha's shoulder, pressing against it, sucking, tasting the flesh and the sweat. His hands were gripping the taller man's hips tightly, and his message was clear - Uruha was his and nobody else's.
The mark was clear against his milky skin, obvious to anyone who cared to look, but Uruha couldn't give a flying fuck. He loved that the brand was there for everyone to see; it wasn't exactly hard to spot. Frustrated at Ruki's state of clothing - there was far too much material used in their costumes - he ripped off the gold laced, dark red coat, allowing his hands to roam under the black top underneath, his fingers scratching lightly at the skin. Giving a low strangled moan, Ruki pressed his body closer to Uruha, willing the other's hands to hold him tighter. They were both sweaty from the live, and the material stuck to his skin slightly as Uruha all but tore it off him; he gave a predatory growl and pushed his now naked chest onto Uruha's still clothed one; he sucked mercilessly at the other's defenceless bottom lip, pressing his mouth against the other in a fiery kiss, tongue darting out now and again to slip through Uruha's lips.
He was already pressing his entire body against Uruha, but this wasn't enough to please Ruki. There wasn't enough skin-to-skin contact; all he could feel against his chest was the uncomfortable scratchy material of Uruha's costume. Fingers fumbling as he continued to assault the guitarist's mouth with his own, he finally found the hem of the shirt and pulled it up and over the other's head. Their heated flesh met, and now it was Ruki's turn to explore Uruha's torso. It was covered in a layer of sweat, the well-toned muscles tensing as Ruki's fingers teasingly caressed each patch of skin, until he found the pink nub of flesh which he rubbed in lazy circles. Uruha let out a sharp hiss, head arching back as Ruki leant down to take the hardened nipple into his mouth, tongue flcking out to further stimulate the erect nub.
Uruha could feel his erection straining painfully against his costume; he rubbed himself incessantly against Ruki, groaning at the delicious friction. Ruki's attention to his nipples had caused his cock to grow even harder, if that was even possible, and Uruha's eyes closed in ecstasy when Ruki suddenly gently nibbled one. Far too submerged in pleasure, Uruha began to move his hips towards Ruki, desperately grinding his cock against the other's stomach. Smirking, Ruki moved away, his grin widening as the taller man let out a disappointed whine.
Uruha opened his eyes, glaring balefully at Ruki.
"Tease." He narrowed his eyes. Ruki only moved farther away in reply - as far away as he could in the small storage cupboard, anyway. His eyes were still set on Uruha, and he tilted his head to one side.
"Uru, baby, strip for me." This command was said in a hoarse whisper - a sound utterly irresistable to Uruha.
Without an ounce of shame, the honey-blond slowly began to sway his hips from side to side, fingers splayed teasingly on the silky flesh of his thighs. He stroked himself through the confining material, moaning wantonly, never breaking eye contact with Ruki. He hooked one thumb into the waistband of his costume, pulling it slowly down inch by agonizingly slow inch. With each new exposed area of milky white skin, Ruki's eyes clouded over with another layer of lust; his own hand went straight to his crotch and he massaged himself through the constricting material of his trousers, continuing to watch the striptease Uruha was putting on for him.
Finally, finally, Uruha slid his costume past his crotch; his member sprung out from its confines, standing proudly erect. Ruki stood with his lips slightly parted, each pant saturated with pure lust. The guitarist pullled off the rest of his costume tantalizingly slowly to reveal both his slender thighs, pushing it down until it pooled at his ankles and the entire lenth of his perfect legs were revealed for the vocalist to feast his eyes on.
The sight of Uruha standing naked, legs parted so invitingly, was enough for Ruki to lose any last shred of self-control he might have had. With a deep growl in the back of his throat, he diminished the distance between them in two short strides. Hands returning to their righrful place at Uruha's now bare hips, he captured the other in a savage kiss, pushing his tongue harshly into Uruha's mouth. Uruha didn't bother fighting back; he allowed Ruki to dominate the kiss, only using his tongue to stroke the other's lazily every once in a while. The desperate aching in his cock was almost unbearable now, and frustrated at the lack of attention his erection was receiving, he pulled away from the kiss to Ruki's disappointment.
The blond whined, a pout firmly set on his red swollen lips. Watching as a pink tongue darted out to lick said lips, Uruha placed both hands on the shorter man's shoulders, pushing him down until he was on his knees on the cold hard floor. Ruki gazed upwards, that smirk back on his face as Uruha's intentions became clear. He lifted his hand, wrapping his fingers around the guitarist's length. With each tantalizingly slow stroke, Ruki leant in closer, and Uruha almost stopped breathing as he looked on in anticipation.
Uruha let out a strangled moan as Ruki's warmth mouth finally enclosed around his throbbing member. He buried his fingers into Ruki's disheveled blond hair, gripping it tightly as Ruki's velvety tongue painted circles on his head. It took all of his self-control not to simply thrust his entire length into Ruki's inviting mouth; the heat of it was driving him crazy.
The blond continued to suck greedily, letting his tongue trace the vein along Uruha's cock, earning him a satisfying yank to his hair. The sounds Uruha was making were animalistic, and Ruki could feel his own erection straining painfully against his pants. He soon forgot about it though, as Uruha began to thrust gently in and out of his mouth. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the way Uruha tasted - it was a taste so distinctively familiar to him, yet it was something he could never be immune to. He was so absorbed in satisfying Uruha - using his hands where his mouth couldn't reach - that he didn't notice when Uruha's hands left their place in his hair. However he did notice when something soft went over his eyes, obstructing his sight completely. Surprised, he moved away, causing Uruha to pout at the loss of warmth around his cock - not that Ruki could see this, of course.
Ruki felt Uruha's fingers working around his head, deftly tying a knot in the blindfold at the back. Uruha smirked in satisfaction at his handicraft; even when Ruki tried to tug it off lightly, it wouldn't budge.
"...Hang on a second." Ruki frowned as realization dawned on him. "Isn't this -"
"Yeah. The blindfold you wore during D.L.N." Uruha chuckled, self-satisfied.
"I'm not even going to ask how you got this."
Uruha was about to reply when his words were drowned out by his own long, low groan as Ruki's hands found his cock again. Blindly, Ruki managed to wrap his lips around his length, moving his head up and down at a fast pace, taking care to stroke that sensitive vein with each downward stroke. His hands moved downwards to Uruha's thigh, stroking the smooth skin with gentless - contrast to the way Ruki was passionately sucking his cock. The guitarist's skin was hot and sweaty, and the feel of Ruki's mouth and hands only served to futher stimulate these senses. Outside, seemingly very far away, the two men heard the shout of a staff member.
"Two minutes to the encore! Two minutes! Get ready!"
As much as they wanted to ignore these summons, they knew it was not possible. Ruki momentarily stopped licking Uruha's head, using instead his hands to pump his length.
"Come for me baby," he whispered sensuously. "Come for me."
Uruha's mind was so clouded by lust that he barely heard these words, lost in a sea of pleasure as Ruki's skillful mouth returned to his member. There was almost a desperation to the way he was attending to Uruha, coaxing him closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. Once again Uruha's hands found their place in Ruki's mess of hair, and he yanked harshly at the blond strands as he felt his imminent orgasm nearing with each flick of Ruki's tongue. Uruha started to thrust carelessly into Ruki's warm mouth, thinking of nothing but his need to release. The vocalist groaned onto his cock, sending vibrations up the length, and Uruha could only cry out in a blinding flash of ecstasy as he came, his seed spilling into Ruki's eagerly awaiting mouth. Legs still slightly shaky from the force of his orgasm, he leant against the wall, panting deeply as Ruki continued to lick the area clean. With weak fingers, Uruha worked to untie the blindfold, tugging it off and handing it to Ruki, who pocketed it with a knowing smirk.
Ruki stood up, reaching for his previously discarded shirt and coat, passing Uruha's garments back to him as the guitarist pulled his pants back up. He was even more sweaty than he had been right after the live.
Suddenly, Ruki slammed him against the wall, pressing his crotch against Uruha's thigh. The taller man could feel Ruki's prominent erection pressing against his bare flesh through the material of his pants. Pressing his lips against Uruha's cheek, he whispered into his ear.
"I'm still fucking harder than ever. You're paying me back for this later." With this promise, Ruki pecked him on the cheek, holding his hand out for Uruha to grasp.
"30 seconds to the encore! 30 seconds!"
Ruki led Uruha out of the cupboard, both men squinting at the sudden onslaught of bright lights. The staff members chose to ignore the reason for the two men's absence and their topless, flustered appearance. Instead they chucked the tour t-shirts at them, and both men were quick to yank it on. More staff members moved quickly to fix their messed up hair and make-up, and with only 10 seconds to go, rushed the guitarist back on stage where Aoi, Reita and Kai were already waiting.
Ruki didn't need to be back on stage for another minute, and he shrugged his coat back on, tying a bandana around his face. He reached into his pocket and fingered the blindfold, that familiar smirk finding its way back on his face as he decided what he was going to do with it.
He knew exactly what he would do.
"Ruki! Ruki, get on stage, now!"
****
They played an energetic last half hour - emotions were running high and they felt on top of the world. The smirk Ruki gave Uruha as he licked his guitar sent a shiver down the guitarist's spine; no doubt Ruki had already planned the night ahead of them. He never got tired of watching Ruki tongue his guitar. It was, hands down, one of the most erotic sights Uruha has ever seen.
All five of them sailed through each song. Uruha watched Ruki intently as they played Cassis. This was yet another sight he loved - Ruki's fingers strumming his beloved guitar as he sang his heart out. Reminded of where those fingers and that mouth had been just mere minutes ago, Uruha shuffled around the stage, thankful for his guitar which was conveniently placed in front of his crotch.
Then, at last, came Miseinen.
With the very first few familiar chords, each member began to realize the immensity of where they were, and what they were doing. Playing here for the first time in Budoukan, they all looked out into the audience. Seeing every single person out there, jumping and singing along with almost as much passion as they themselves were, they were filled with an inextinguishable flame of euphoria. All these harsh years, all those heart-stopping moments when it seemed all would fail, now added up to this glorious moment; playing with all of their heart and soul, playing for every single fan out there, the Gazette put on a performance more powerful and more moving than any other before.
By the time they were half way through the song, the shoulders of all five men were shaking with tears. Ruki's voice kept getting stuck in his throat as he was choked by tears, but he ploughed on regardless, wanting to show the fans just how thankful he was for their never ending support. He knew words were weak and inadequate - they didn't seem powerful enough - and the only way he could show his gratefulness was through his singing. The same feelings applied to all other four members, and through their tears, they continued onwards, playing and thanking and loving.
The five members were standing side by side in a line, hands clasped tightly around one other. They could see, through the blinding lights, how the fans were also holding hands. Surrounded by such an undefeatable aura of love and support, they all waited for Ruki's countdown in palpable anticipation. None of them wanted this night to end.
But there are things in life which cannot last forever, and this unfortunately was one of them. His voice reverberating strongly around the concert hall, reaching even into the fartherst corners and deepest recesses, Ruki cried into the microphone.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
The entire hall unanimously ruptured into an explosion of shouts and cheers as every single person jumped as one entity.
****
Ruki collapsed onto the spacious hotel bed, a mere tangle of worn out limbs. His eyelids fluttered close, still covered in a layer of persistent make-up. He had been far too exhausted to be bothered to remove it. Or change, for that matter. His attire still consisted of his entire encore outfit.
"Good live," was all he managed to breathe out to an Uruha who was currently struggling out of his tour shirt.
"Mmhmm," he replied, voice muffled by the material over his mouth. "Though that's a bit of an understatement.
"Can't believe you cried. Thought you said you 'definitely wouldn't'? That was deliberate emphasis on 'definitely,' by the way."
"Hmph. Not as if you didn't enjoy watching my cry, you sadistic little bastard," Uruha retorted.
Ruki laughed, his smile widening. "Ah, you know me too well."
Uruha threw his shirt into some dark corner of the room. "I know." He waited for Ruki to make the expected sexual invitation he had been waiting for all night.
"If you're done, can you turn the fucking light off?" Uruha smirked, but then Ruki finished his sentence. " - Can't sleep with that bright thing in my face."
There was a significantly pregnant pause while Uruha digested this new piece of information.
"It's called a fucking lamp, Ruki. And besides, I thought you were going to fuck me into the mattress or something tonight. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had something so much more exciting planned." His biting tone was perfectly fitted to his sarcasm.
Ruki groaned, propping his head on an elbow to look up apologetically at the pouting guitarist. "Sorry 'Ruha. Didn't realize how exhausted I'd be. Make it up to you some other time?" He rested his blond head back onto the pillows. "And stop fucking pouting. You know I can't resist you when you do that."
"I know. That's why I'm doing it. See how desperate I am? If you're that exhausted, maybe for once I'd better be the one doing the fucking."
At that, despite his utter exhaustion, Ruki laughed out loud. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "I'd like to see you try."
"I wouldn't sound so self-assured if I were you. Why is it so hard to picure me fucking you for a change?"
"Firstly, I wouldn't let you to begin with. You look so delectable begging for it."
Uruha crawled on the bed, practically on top of Ruki. "Want me to beg now?""
"Not going to work."
"Don't sound so sure. You never know." With that, Uruha allowed his hands to wander across Ruki's chest, paying extra attention to the two nubs he could feel already beginning to harden under his administrations. "Please Ruki? I want to feel your big, hard cock inside me." Uruha had to swallow his self-pride to say that. Yes, he was that desperate. But he could feel the shorter man shifting slightly beneath him, and he had to suppress a widening grin.
"You're gonna have to do better." Ruki's voice wavered. "Still not going to work."
Wordlessly, Uruha began to move his hips, sliding himself up and down, rubbing against Ruki's crotch slowly, deliberately dragging out each movement.
"Not working," Ruki gasped out. He didn't sound very convinced. Uruha said so, earning him a smack on the arm, but predictably, Ruki didn't push him off as he would have done if he had really been annoyed. Uruha couldn't stop the smirk this time, nor the self-satisfied tone that crept into his voice.
"Knew it."
This time, Ruki did push a very surprised Uruha off his torso, despite of the fact that he groaned inwardly at the loss of contact. He turned around, back facing Uruha, muttering a very muffled "Night," into his pillow.
But the blond guitarist wasn't giving up yet. He had plans for tonight, and they did not involve sleeping. Actually, he thought Ruki had plans for tonight that he would have been more than happy to follow, but now that it looks like those plans have fallen through, he'd better make his own ones.
"But Ruki..." Uruha whined. "What? You're still wearing your encore outfit. Man, that's disgusting." He slid over, closer to the shorter man's body. With his lips inches away from the other's ear, he whispered using his most seductive tone; "But you look so damn hot in it. It makes me want you so bad...Ruki, please..." He extended his tongue, licking a path up the other's neck before leaning even closer and sucking on Ruki's earlobe, the metal of his piercings pressing cold against the warm flesh of his tongue. This elicited a surprised gasp from the other, and at the same time Uruha snaked his arm around Ruki's torso, hand reaching down, fingers splayed wide as he reached for the blond's crotch. A grin found its way to his face as he realized that Ruki was already semi-hard.
However, irritatingly Ruki seemed intent on feigning sleep; if not for the bulge in his trousers, one would presume that he was already in a deep slumber. But Uruha knew better. His tongue traced the lobe of his ear, and his sucking turned desperate; through all of this Uruha was careful to let soft moans escape his lips.
"Please Ruki, just fuck me now. Make me come with your name on my lips," he panted for the other man's benefit.
Uruha had not expected such a fast response. Before he had realized what happened, before his mind even had time to register movement, Uruha found himself flat on his back, his arms pinned up above his head with Ruki holding them tight in place. There was a smouldering flame in the other's eyes, and with a guttoral growl, Ruki pressed his lips harshly against a very shocked Uruha.
"You asked for it." Ruki's lips moved enticingly against the guitarist's, and Uruha barely heard what he had said. His stomach swelled with excitement at the way Ruki was acting; he was being so rough, so dominant, and Uruha was loving every damn second of it.
The honey blond parted his lips desperately, needing more contact. The tip of Ruki's tongue traced Uruha's bottom lip before the warn muscle was intruding in the other's mouth. Their tongues entwined in a flurry of passion, but it soon became apparent that the only one to be in control tonight was Ruki.
Uruha hadn't realized that Ruki had released his vice-like grip on his wrists; he had been far too immersed into the way Ruki was now grinding against his crotch. Even through the layers of material Uruha could feel just how hard Ruki had become, and the thought brought a smirk to face. It was hard to say which blond was more excited now. Uruha didn't feel much like moving his arms though. With his legs spread wide apart and his arms over his head, he felt exposed and vulnerable, open to Ruki ravishing his body - and he adored being ravished by Ruki. Nobody else could ever pleasure him the way this short blond has.
Louder moans now filled the otherwise quiet room; these noises spilled unobstructed from Uruha's lips as Ruki stopped kissing him, but Uruha didn't care; all he could concentrate on was the desperate ache in his crotch as Ruki grinded against him with a renewed fervour. The delicious friction was becoming almost unbearable.
Eyes having been screwed shut tight, Uruha couldn't see what Ruki was doing. Unexpectedly, he suddenly felt one arm being jerked upwards; he gasped in shock; he could feel Ruki's quick fingers wrapping material firmly against his skin, and before he knew it, his right arm was rendered immobile, tied securely to the bedpost. Uruha did not struggle against Ruki as the vocalist
was quick to work on his other wrist, pulling on the knots harshly; the honey blond winced as the scratch of the material burned, but the pain went straight to his crotch, making his cock twitch in anticipation.
"If you dare go to sleep now, Ruki, I'm going to kill you."
Ruki chuckled humorlessly. "Don't worry 'Ruha. I don't plan on doing anything that involves neglecting my own needs."
With that, Ruki swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, doing what Uruha had previously done and carelessly throwing it somewhere in the room. He leant back over Uruha to gently nibble at his defenceless bottom lip, eliciting a long moan from the other. His hands were roaming freely around his chest; harshly, he pinched a nipple between his fingers; Uruha gasped in pain then moaned as Ruki pressed his moist tongue against the hard nub to soothe the burn.
"Stop fucking teasing me," Uruha said snappily, pouting.
The shorter blond didn't bother replying, merely silencing Uruha's protests with his lips. Uruha resisted at first, but with his hands bound so tightly, what else could he do? So he was left with no choice but to relent - not that he minded all that much, really - and allowed Ruki to ravish his mouth once more. At least, hopefully, he could get Ruki so aroused he would have no choice but to fuck him hard, mercilessly. After all the torturous teasing Uruha had endured, he was more than ready to be thoroughly screwed.
Ruki, however, to the guitarists utmost disappointed, did not seem to be particularly motivated to do much more. You would think that, with such a seductive, eager Uruha tied to the bed, Ruki would have been much further along by now. But the ever enigmatic vocalist was insistent to keep up the agonizingly slow pace, much to Uruha's increasing discomfort. He decided that he would have to go to more desperate lengths - his cock was more than upright and aching with need; the pleasure only overcame the pain when Ruki would occasionaly bring a hand up to give it several quick, erratic strokes. But Uruha wanted more.
Resorting to lewd, dirty talk again, Uruha gave a long, breathy moan. "I want you deep inside of me," he panted, "Give me more, Ruki, I love it when you fuck me." He smirked inwardly as Ruki visibly gulped. "I'm bound and ready - more ready than i'll ever be, I swear." He moaned again. "Please..."
And with that, Ruki lost his last shred of self control.
Not even bothering to prep Uruha - not that he needed to, given how the pearls of sweat already acted as a lubricant and how incredibly aroused they both already were - he sheathed his full length into the writhing guitarist with one thrust.
Uruha gave a satisfied groan; he thought 'finally' but his energy went elsewhere and he didn't bother saying it out loud. Instead, he lifted his hips to meet each powerful thrust, forcing Ruki deeper with every push. As good as it was feeling, Uruha found it odd that Ruki hadn't yet hit his prostate - after all, they other man usually had no problem finding it. It wasn't until Ruki flashed an evil grin that Uruha realized that he other man was deliberately avoiding his sweet spot; deliberately avoiding giving Uruha just what he wanted. Ruki's own pleasure wasn't any more neglected by it, honestly.
Uruha's eyes narrowed. Ruki was playing dirty. Uruha shifted around desperately, gasping sharply as he managed to brush his prostate against Ruki's cock. The vocalist felt a tight, sudden contraction around his length, bringing a higher peak to his already immense pleasure. Screw the games. The next several thrusts brought a blinding pleasure to both men; with his ultimate spot being stroked and hit repeatedly, Uruha had been reduced to a writhing mass of incomprehensible cries and moans.
The sight of the guitarist acting so wantonly did it for him. With a low growl, Ruki came, releasing inside of Uruha. He allowed himself a satisfied moan, riding out the rest of his orgasm. The feel of Ruki filling him up so completely, the warm liquid dripping down his smooth thighs, brought Uruha to the peak of pleasure; he felt the familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach, and not a split second later, he had covered their stomachs with a fresh coating of milky white liquid.
Ruki collapsed on top of Uruha, sighing into the other man's shoulder with satisfaction. Uruha was still basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex, when he suddenly realized how heavy his arms had become. The muscles in his arms, already exercised and aching from the live that night, now ached with a renewed burn. He nudged the motionless blond with his shoulder. "Oi, Ruki, get up and untie me. My arms hurt."
...There was no reply. Not unless you counted the loud snore suddenly emitting from the platinum blond.
Uruha looked at the vocalist's sleeping face with an expression of utmost horror. He raised his voice, attempting to knee Ruki in the stomach. "Hey, you. Get the fuck up. Now!" But Uruha knew Ruki - as soon as he was asleep, it would take a bulldozer to wake him up, and even then it would take a while. Especially after a live as exhausting as the one they had just had.
Naked, tied up, with a very heavy blond lying on top of him and his stomach still coated in a certain sticky substance, a murderous look became imprinted onto Uruha's face.
Someone was going to be very, very, very dead in the morning.
A/N: I didn't realize how long this would take to write, so now it's the very early hours of the morning. Hence the kinda crappy ending - I couldn't think of an appropriate one and my usual lame sense of humor crept in at that moment XDD So it's not proof-read either, since I think my eyes would fall out of if I tried. I hope you enjoyed it, I certainly had fun writing it, and comments and criticism is much, much appreciated <33
Oh, and I don't think my description of the actual live did it any justice. I'm certain it feels so much better than my barely adequate words =)