Gift fic for aoishmex
For: aoishmex
From: Naughty Reindeer
Title: Over You
Pairings/Characters: AoixUruha, Ni~yaxSakito, UruhaxSakito, RukaxKai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex and drama
Notes: Written for . I tried to fit what you asked, hopefully it has enough aww ^^
Summary: Two couples, three sets of lovers past and present all come together for one night. Within a few hours, memories are stirred and feelings brought to the surface. Does love ever truly fade?
***
But you went away, how dare you?
I miss you…
They say I’ll be okay, but I’m not going to,
Ever get over you…
***
“How do I look?”
The question was said softly. So softly that Aoi barely just caught it as he drifted at the fringe of consciousness. He blinked, once, twice, and his body knew it was barely dawn even before his mind did. Cold fingers leaving a path of raised flesh as it trailed up and down his exposed arm.
Hence why it was strange to Aoi why Uruha would be standing fully dressed in front of the floor-length mirror situated in the corner of his bedroom. Even more odd was the fact that Uruha was wearing a full suit, even though his hair was still mussed from the pillow.
“Gorgeous, as always,” Aoi mumbled sleepily as he rubbed the grogginess from his eyes. Uruha started a little at his Aoi’s voice, turning over his shoulder to look at his boyfriend still wrapped in blankets, the barest flicker of a guilty expression crossing his face.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry,” Uruha said quietly. Aoi shook his head and propped himself up with a yawn.
“Never apologise when what I say is clearly the truth,” Aoi replied, before untangling himself and getting to his feet. He had gone to sleep wearing Uruha’s pajama bottoms that were a touch too big for him and were just barely clinging to his hips.
Standing behind his boyfriend, Aoi ran his hands over the set of Uruha’s shoulders, the tightly woven cotton of his black suit prickling his palms. The outfit was bespoke and nipped in the back, the trousers hugging Uruha’s long, lean lines.
He than travelled down Uruha’s chest, smoothing out the starched lapels of the white shirt the blonde wore underneath the jacket. He felt every plane and shape of muscle and bone, contracting and shifting.
It was no longer strange to Aoi anymore why Uruha was dressed the way he was. In fact, it made perfect sense to him.
“You do look amazing Uruha,” Aoi reiterated as he threaded their fingers together and hugged the younger man from behind, burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck and inhaling the fading smell of sleep and fabric softener.
Uruha chuckled softly, self-consciously, as he instinctively leaned into Aoi’s embrace, the only thing that was solid in a room still full of shadow.
“Thanks, I just wanted to make sure it still fit. Because…later…we might be too busy…and..”
“It’s okay Uru,” Aoi said gently, even as jealously threatened to spark from his fingertips. But Aoi could feel Uruha’s nerves, even through the layers of expensive fabric, like chained snaps of static electricity.
“It really is…”
Uruha closed his eyes as he leaned back even more, letting Aoi’s strong frame take his weight. He turned his head so that Aoi’s lips could press against the curve of his jaw.
“We don’t have to go you know. Kai would understand,” Uruha said, even as a part of him went cold at the words.
“Kai would also be hurt, don’t be silly,” Aoi brushed it off as he dropped a kiss on the corner of Uruha’s mouth. In that moment Uruha hated that traitorous part of him that softened and breathed in relief.
“Aoi…I…”
“Come back to bed Uruha. It’s still too early,” Aoi interrupted him, not wanting to hear what came next. He wasn’t lying, it really was too early for whatever it was that Uruha wanted to say.
Too early, and Aoi was simply not ready.
Uruha nodded in acceptance and kissed Aoi on the mouth. “Undress me,” he whispered when their lips parted.
Aoi smiled slightly as he caught hold of the buttons at the front of Uruha’s suit and slipped them out of their holes one at a time. He gathered the jacket in his hand, mindful of not rumpling it as he draped at across the back of a chair.
Next was the white shirt, but this time Aoi’s touch was firmer as he casually ran his palms against Uruha’s nipples before grasping the open edges. Uruha’s breath caught a little at the brief contact, and felt his skin heat as Aoi’s fingertips came in contact with his breastbone, his thumbs flicking the buttons open one by one.
Soon the shirt was gaping open and Aoi watched in the mirror at his hands flat against Uruha’s belly, warming the chilled skin. Never breaking eye contact with the blonde, Aoi drew his touch upward, this time purposefully circling his boyfriend’s sensitive nipples as he shucked the shirt off, pausing only to undo the cufflinks so it wouldn’t catch on Uruha’s wrists.
Aoi kissed the sensitive dip in between Uruha’s neck and shoulder, before turning to lay the shirt on top of the jacket. He then turned his attention to Uruha’s belt, feeding the leather through the loops until it dropped on the ground. He did the same with the spiky wallet chain decorating the side, unclipping the metal fastening, offhandedly noting that it was in fact his.
“Aoi…”
Aoi knew that tone very well, it was the one that Uruha used when he was getting antsy, impatient for something a little more tangible. But Aoi was having too much fun controlling the pace of the strip tease, and more than that it was so rare that he got to see Uruha like this, uncovered bit by bit.
Eventually though, the older man placed his hand at the flat panel of the zip and felt the shape of Uruha’s cock through the pleats. He only kept a loose grip on it however as he traced the curve of the blonde’s neck with his lips, and felt the blood start to pulse beneath the skin.
Uruha let out a short annoyed breath as he placed his hand on Aoi’s so he could push down and feel more friction. In doing so he could also feel the Aoi’s half-hardening cock against the curve of his ass.
“So in a hurry,” Aoi mumbled into Uruha’s skin. Uruha raised an eyebrow as he brought Aoi’s free hand up to his mouth so he suck on his thumb, his tongue curving around it in a silent instruction as to what he really wanted to be doing it too.
The blonde was glad that Aoi seemed to get the hint and unzipped the front of his trousers so he could slide his hand inside. Aoi gave a wicked grin when he realised that Uruha was naked underneath, his calloused fingers rasping over sensitive flesh.
Uruha watched, mesmerised as Aoi’s hand moved underneath the fabric, stroking him firmly until his cock felt constrained. Somehow, it was more erotic to be able to not see what Aoi was doing, but just watch the rise and fall of his hand.
“Stand straight Uru…”
The blonde complied as Aoi came around so that his back was to the mirror. As Aoi dropped to his knees, Uruha ran a hand through his lover’s hair so he could pull his head back to look at him.
“Stain these trousers and die Aoi,” Uruha threatened succinctly and Aoi chuckled. He made a show of slowly pulling Uruha’s cock out, and planting soft, barely there kisses along the shaft.
With a flick of his wrist, he undid the hook and eye at the waistband and pulled the trousers down until it pooled on the floor. That out of the way, Aoi laid long languorous licks on either side of Uruha’s cock, and felt it jerk and stiffen beneath his tongue.
Uruha closed his eyes in bliss as Aoi finally took his cock into his mouth and started sucking, his tongue lightly flicking the underside. The blonde tightened his grip on Aoi’s hair even more when the older man started to gently stroke the sensitive gap between his balls and back entrance.
Aoi’s mouth felt so warm and velvety as he bathed Uruha’s cock with his saliva. Uruha gasped and lurched forward when he felt Aoi press his thumb to his opening, and finding it still stretched and damp from last night.
The blonde gripped his boyfriend’s shoulders even harder when Aoi pushed his thumb in fully and crooked it, stroking him from the inside. Uruha’s knees felt weak as Aoi increased his pace, bobbing his head back and forth.
Uruha dared to open his eyes so he could look at himself in the mirror and a bolt shot through him at what he saw. His cheeks darkly flushed and his eyes glazed, with Aoi’s head moving below his waist.
“Aoi…baby….”
The endearment was all the sign Aoi needed to stop. He loved blowing his boyfriend, but he didn’t do it as often as some would think, Uruha always wanting to get down to the business end of things pretty fast. Plus, these days they rarely had that much time to themselves.
Letting Uruha’s cock go with a wet sound, Aoi got to his feet so he could catch his boyfriend’s mouth for a kiss, his tongue parting the younger man’s lips so that he could have a lingering taste.
“Get on the bed then Uru,” Aoi said as he brushed back the other man’s blonde hair. Uru nodded and turned to climb on Aoi’s western style bed. He busied himself finding the lube, but turned in confusion when even after he had found it that Aoi had yet to join him.
Uruha’s eyes softened when he saw Aoi properly hanging up his trousers that had been on the floor. Aoi’s quick fire temperament sometime belied the considerate person he was underneath.
Leaning back, Uruha purposefully opened his legs so that he could reach his back entrance with his already slick fingers.
“Come on Aoi,” Uruha said huskily. Aoi smirked as he undid his sleeping pants and tossed it to one side. Swiping his tongue across his thumb, Aoi crawled on the bed, planting kisses on Uruha’s body, and tracing the blonde’s nipples with the wet digit.
Uruha threw his head back letting out a muffled groan as Aoi sucked hard on his nipples while stroking his cock. Taking a quick breath, Uruha gave Aoi a small push to the shoulder to tell him to stop.
“Lay back,” was Uruha’s answer to the questioning quirk of Aoi’s eyebrow. Nodding his head, Aoi flipped to his side so that Uruha was now on top of him. The blonde then mirrored what Aoi had done earlier, tracing his body with soft brushes of lip, liking how Aoi’s nipples hardened under his ministrations.
Uruha wasted no time taking Aoi’s cock into his mouth, sucking quickly and efficiently. Aoi fisted the sheets at the sensation, his dick getting even harder at the sight of Uruha using his free hand to fuck himself on his fingers.
“Uruha…fuck…” Aoi moaned when Uruha used those same fingers to reach forward and gently grasp his balls. In a rapid change of movement, Uruha lowered his head further and Aoi felt his tongue circling his arsehole, as lube dripped down his cock.
“I want to ride you baby, can I ride you Aoi?” Uruha said, his voice raspy. Hunching over, Uruha held Aoi’s cock to his entrance, pressing it until the head slipped in.
“Ride you until you come so hard that I feel your cum down my thighs?” Uruha whispered dirtily as more of Aoi’s cock slipped in.
The only answer Aoi could manage was a hard grip to Uruha’s thighs so that he could pull his boyfriend down further on his penis until he was fully seated on his lap. Uruha let out a throaty growl at the sudden stretch, at the mix of pain and pleasure.
“Come on Uru, ride me,” Aoi said as he nuzzled Uruha’s neck as he ran a finger up and down his boyfriend’s cock that was resting against his belly. Uruha gave him a hard look as he raised his hips and lowered his body with an agonising slowness.
“Who’s impatient now? Bastard,” Uruha answered with almost playful spite. Aoi retaliated by squeezing Uruha’s cock and bucking his hips up. Uruha was about deliver another snappy retort when Aoi pulled his down so he could whisper in his ear.
“Move Uru, you always turn me on so much, I just want to keep fucking you,” Aoi said almost gently, making Uruha’s chest tighten a little. Nodding, Uruha leaned back so Aoi was as deep in as he could be.
Bracing himself on his hands, Uruha kept fucking himself on Aoi’s cock until his thighs felt sore. But the pure spirals of pleasure overrode the pain, and that feeling intensified when Aoi spread his ass cheeks so that Uruha was even more open to the older man’s cock.
Uruha was so close that his insides were actually tensing, hence why he groaned in disappointment when Aoi stopped his movements so that he could pull him close.
“Aoi…” Uruha panted, his body like a wound string ready to snap. Aoi was breathing just as heavily, but fought to still his movements.
“Not yet Uru, not just yet. A bit more…just a bit more,” Aoi urged, as he kissed the smooth line of Uruha’s neck. Very soon the burning pleasure Uruha had felt earlier concentrated itself in the pit of his stomach until he felt it to his fingertips.
“I want to be on top of you. I want to fuck you that way,” Aoi said, his voice smoky. Uruha shook his head, indicating that he wanted to remain in this position.
Biting back a groan, Aoi acquiesced by lifting his hips ever so slightly, moving his cock just every so slightly in and out of Uruha’s body. Suddenly a thought came to him, which caused him to scrabble around for the discarded lube.
He spread some over his fingers and reached forward so he could place his fingers against where his cock was entering Uruha. The blonde’s body jerked as felt the digit penetrate him. With every shift of Aoi’s hips, Uruha felt himself being deliciously stretched even more so he could feel every part of his lover’s dick rubbing inside him.
Soon Uruha couldn’t take it anymore. He forced himself to sit up, and breathed easier when Aoi didn’t stop him. Uruha shifted his body back and forth, rubbing his balls against his boyfriend’s stomach as Aoi’s hand jerked him off. Soon Uruha was practically bouncing on Aoi’s lap in an effort to get him as deep as he possibly could.
“Aoi…” was all Uruha could manage before spilling all over Aoi’s lower belly, leaving translucent trails over the skin. One more clench and Aoi came too, hard inside Uruha’s body, his hips jerking up.
Uruha breathed deeply as he locked his elbows so he wouldn’t collapse on his boyfriend. As his equilibrium returned, Uruha gave himself a satisfied smile as he felt Aoi’s spunk sticking to his thighs.
“Damn Uru…that was…” Aoi wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence as Uruha leaned forward once more to kiss him. The blonde bit Aoi’s lip as he pulled out, so that they both could share the slight spike of pain.
Aoi draped an arm around Uruha’s shoulders as he kissed him on top of his head and pulled him closer.
“I’ll set the alarm for 11 okay Uru?” Aoi said, and got a sleepy nod in reply. Within minutes Uruha was out, but for Aoi it wasn’t so easy. He rubbed circles on Uruha’s shoulder as he stared at the ceiling and tried to will himself to sleep, but finding it just out of reach as a myriad of thoughts played in his head.
Aoi knew why Uruha was nervous, and the knowledge coiled inside him like a snake.
***
“How do I look?”
Ni~ya paused to calm his breathing as he stared at his boyfriend and tried to form the words. However, since he just had finished his punishing evening run and topped it off with a sprint up the stairs of their apartment block, conversation was still beyond him.
Standing with his hands above his head to open up his diaphragm, Ni~ya cast a quizzical eye over what Sakito was wearing. The guitarist had on one of his best black suits, with a matching grey shirt, open at the neck to reveal a thin gold chain resting at the delicate knot at the base of his throat.
“You look fine,” Ni~ya said, trying not to sound short as he stripped off his tank top and flopped down on the bed. In the reflection of the mirror, he saw Sakito grimace.
“Just fine?” Sakito said with a sigh. Ni~ya had to bite back an irritated sigh of his own. The suit was immaculate, as was the rest of Sakito. His face was bare, his skin clear and currently shoulder-length hair fell straight as an arrow.
“You look fucking amazing, like you could look anything else but. And I mean that,” Ni~ya said, hoping he sounded sincere, because he was even as shard of anger lodged itself deep inside his stomach.
Ni~ya knew why Sakito was nervous, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“I however, look an absolute mess.”
Sakito had to smile in reply as he turned to face his boyfriend. Straddling Ni~ya with his knees on either side of the bassist’s hips, he brushed back the sweaty strands of dark hair from his boyfriend’s as he kissed him on the forehead. Although he wrinkled his nose at how sweaty Ni~ya was, the taste of brine and pheromones was strangely erotic.
“You look fucking sexy Ni~ya. And you always know the right thing to say,” Sakito teased lightly. Ni~ya’s lips curved in a half-smirk but that disappeared into a worried frown as a shadow settled in Sakito’s eyes and he bit his bottom lip.
“If you are this jumpy, we don’t need to go you know,” Ni~ya said quietly, a part of him hoping that Sakito would agree with him. But that vanished when Sakito determinedly shook his head.
“No it’s okay Ni~ya. Ruka is expecting us, and I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” Sakito said, sounding every inch the single-minded bandleader he was.
“What about my feelings Sakito?” Ni~ya almost said, but didn’t knowing that it was pointless. Sakito was surprisingly stubborn when he wanted to be.
Instead Ni~ya said, “Can you move then Sakito? I need to shower otherwise we will be late.”
He knew he sounded brusque, but honestly he was feeling too fatigued to care, his calf muscles already starting to cramp. He maneuvered Sakito out of the way as he took off his sweat pants and strode into the shower in just his briefs.
Sakito almost reached out to pull him back, but stopped when Ni~ya waved him away. Sakito tried to mask his hurt at Ni~ya’s gesture but told himself that he really couldn’t have expected otherwise.
Still, Sakito sat there on the bed for a good five minutes as he stared at the closed bathroom door. He heard the shower run as he wondered how to smooth the situation over. Although to be frank, Sakito knew that he didn’t really do anything wrong, but still, the urge to make things right with his boyfriend was almost overwhelming.
Sakito squared his shoulders as he undressed, laying his clothes in a meticulous pile on the bed, before plodding into the bathroom completely naked. He had already showered, but that didn’t really matter. All that mattered was Ni~ya, and that was what Sakito was thinking about as he stared at the bassist’s strong back in the shower.
Pushing the door to the shower open, Sakito put a hand on Ni~ya’s shoulder and felt him jump. Ni~ya turned, his hair full of suds, his eyes widening in surprise at the guitarist’s sudden presence.
“Let me join you Ni~ya,” Sakito said, raising his voice a little to be heard over the gush of the shower. Ni~ya gave Sakito a suspicious look, but nodded curtly as he handed Sakito the loofah.
Loading it up with body soap, Sakito ran the sponge over himself only briefly before turning his attention to the bassist. Hugging Ni~ya from behind, Sakito ran the soapy sponge across the older man’s chest in slow circles, moving downwards until he pressed it against the bassist’s cock.
“What has gotten into you Sakito?” Ni~ya asked even as his body started to thrum in pleasure. Sakito gave him an exasperated look as he pressed harder against Ni~ya’s dick.
“Ni~ya, please…”
Sakito never pleaded, his ironclad ego wouldn’t let him. Ni~ya knew this as he closed his eyes and reached behind to pull his boyfriend closer so he could feel the slippery slip and slide of Sakito’s cock in between the cheeks of his ass.
Sakito sighed a little in relief as he placed the sponge on the little shelf in the shower. He ran one hand through Ni~ya’s dark, wavy hair as the other reached for the showerhead so he could wash out all the shampoo.
The guitarist let out a little a gasp as Ni~ya suddenly grabbed him and spun in around so that he was leaning against the bathroom wall. Sakito let out a soft moan as Ni~ya kissed him, hard, pinning his body against the tiles.
Ni~ya grasped their cocks together, slick with soap, and started to pump. Sakito groaned openly as he felt friction on the sensitive skin, his cock rapidly stiffening. Ni~ya always knew how to get Sakito’s engines revving, knew how to flick his thumb and twist his wrist, until the guitarist was a writhing mess.
“We have to be quick,” Ni~ya said into Sakito’s ear, making his body quaver.
“I don’t care, don’t stop,” Sakito moaned, as he tightened his fingers around Ni~ya’s wrist so that he would move faster. A sudden urgency overtook Sakito, driven by an almost heady cocktail of lust and doubt brought about by the earlier interaction.
“Fuck me Ni~ya, fuck me…”
With a growl, Ni~ya turned Sakito around so that the guitarist’s face was resting against the wall. Ni~ya quickly penetrated Sakito with two wet fingers even as his pace on his boyfriend’s cock didn’t slacken.
Sakito tried to scrabble for purchase against the polished surface of the tiles as Ni~ya stretched him only briefly before sliding his cock in. The heat of his dick was almost burning Sakito from the inside as the water suddenly turned cool against his skin.
Ni~ya grunted as he placed his hand on the wall to steady himself and wound an arm around Sakito’s waist as he fucked him from behind. His thrusts were sharp and powerful, and Sakito rapidly felt himself losing his grip as Ni~ya kept up the relentless pace.
“Mine, you are mine,” Ni~ya growled as he kept fucking Sakito as hard as he could, until the guitarist was practically on tiptoe.
“Always…yes, Ni…don’t stop,” Sakito panted as he felt pleasure build to a boiling point. Sakito let out a long, low moan as he came, his semen spattering against the shower wall. A couple more thrusts and Ni~ya came was well, his climax wrenching a belly-deep groan from his throat as he bit down on Sakito’s shoulder.
As their senses returned, Ni~ya felt Sakito start to shiver and immediately felt concern well up inside him. Reaching out for the temperature knob, Ni~ya cranked up the hot water as he pulled Sakito closer.
“Its okay Sakito, its okay. I’ve got you,” Ni~ya said as he reached for the sponge. He quickly washed away the evidence of their coupling and helped Sakito out of the shower.
Wrapping him in a big fluffy towel, Ni~ya kissed Sakito on the forehead.
“Idiot,” he said, his tone reprimanding but his actions soft as he cupped Sakito’s face. Sakito gave him a look that told him he didn’t appreciate the insult but smiled as he kissed Ni~ya on the nose.
“Ass,” Sakito replied. “I better get dressed while you dry up.”
Ni~ya nodded, but his earlier reservations returned the minute Sakito walked out the door. For the first time that evening, Ni~ya’s insecurities etched themselves across his face as he sighed to himself.
“Sakito, I just don’t know what to do….”
***
Ever year Kai held a Christmas party. This year however, it wasn’t just Kai’s party, rather it was Kai and Ruka’s party. It was at heart a celebration, of the three long years they had spent together.
Actually, Uruha mused as he got out of the car, given how vastly different their personalities were, it was quite a feat that they had lasted as long as they had.
It was being held in a house high up in the Tokyo hills, and while Kai only said that he would be inviting a few friends, it became obvious to Aoi and Uruha that the drummer and Ruka’s circle was obviously bigger than they had realised.
“That’s a good thing though, less chance of running into…” Uruha stopped the thought short as he grabbed Aoi’s hand under the table and squeezed it lightly. Aoi looked at him in surprise, but smiled as he squeezed back.
The evening had been progressing well enough. First there was a simple sit down dinner, followed by Kai giving a short speech, thanking them all for coming. Uruha didn’t fail to notice though that Ruka never let go of Kai’s hand throughout.
Always a man of few words, the room broke into laughter when Ruka’s only comment was “Don’t you lush bastards dare empty my liquor cabinet”.
After which, they opened up the floor as the music came on, and Uruha happily accepted Aoi’s invitation to dance. As they settled into a slow rhythm, Uruha placed his chin on Aoi’s shoulder as he held him close.
“So far so good…”
It was then that Uruha saw him, and his heart suddenly stopped.
Sakito, in a similar position to himself, leaning on Ni~ya’s shoulder, the handsome bassist holding his lover near as if it pained him to let the guitarist go for even a second.
Suddenly Uruha found it hard to breathe.
“Uru? Is everything okay?” Aoi asked, when he felt his boyfriend stiffen in his arms. Uruha forced every muscle in his body to relax as he nodded.
“Lets just keep dancing Aoi,” Uruha said. Something in Uruha’s voice made Aoi’s insides grow cold, and he swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in his throat. But Uruha barely noticed as his thoughts ran amok.
God he was so beautiful, how could he have forgotten? Sakito had always downplayed his looks to Uruha, but the GazettE guitarist had never believed him. A part of Uruha ached as he realised that Sakito was a touch thinner now, his hair a rich auburn falling past his shoulders.
“Are you happy Sakito?” The thought sprung unbidden to Uruha’s mind even as Aoi rested his cheek against his lover’s.
Unbeknownst to Uruha, Sakito had already seen him earlier in the evening. Caught a glimpse of him as he went to the bathroom, causing his palms to feel cold and clammy.
Even through the flickering lights on the dance floor, Sakito could hardly miss him. His eyes trained to stop at every tall blonde that crossed his eye line, even as a part of him hated himself for doing so.
Uruha had always the ability to take Sakito’s breath away, and he looked even more stunning next to his dark-haired bandmate.
“Uruha, do you miss me?” Sakito couldn’t quash the disloyal thought even as his hands fisted in the folds of Ni~ya’s jacket.
“Sakito, the song has stopped. You can let go now,” Ni~ya teased but his smile dropped when he saw the look in Sakito’s eyes. He knew that look, what it meant, what the guitarist had seen.
He opened his mouth to tell Sakito that they should go, that they had stayed long enough, when he heard the DJ announce that it was time for them to swap partners. Suddenly there was a flurry of bodies around them and Ni~ya panicked when he saw Sakito being swept away.
Aoi felt a similar way as Kazuki pulled him away, muttering that the older guitarist owed him a dance, leaving Uruha standing alone in the middle of the floor. As people shifted around him, Uruha felt himself get lost in the whirl until his back bumped against someone else’s.
“Sorry!” Uruha apologised, but froze when he came face to face with his former boyfriend. Sakito likewise felt like a deer in the headlights as he stared up at Uruha. For a few minutes they just looked at each other until Sakito registered that the next song had begun.
“Hey,” Sakito said softly, hoping that his nerves were not evident in his voice. “Long time no see Uruha.”
Uruha mentally shook himself as he forced a smile on his lips.
“Its been a while Sakito. Dance?” Uruha said, offering his hand, hoping that the Nightmare guitarist couldn’t see it tremble.
Nodding, Sakito took Uruha’s proffered hand into his and stepped closer. Uruha could not help but notice how well Sakito’s hand fit into his, like the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Like how it belonged there.
Without thinking, Uruha cupped Sakito on the small of his back, so that their chests were just touching. The earlier feeling of awkwardness soon gave way to familiarity as their bodies moved in sync.
“But that has always been the way with us,” Uruha thought as his thoughts wandered back to a few years ago.
It had been a dinner, a normal dinner that Sakito and he held once a month to catch up on each other’s lives.
Uruha had been listening to Sakito complain about his slacker bandmates and staring him across the table when the realisation struck him that he didn’t mind doing this for the rest of his life.
They were friends, good friends, both a world apart from their more boisterous and diva bandmates. They shared similar likes in music and clothes, they understood each other’s thought process.
It surprised Uruha that this was actually how it felt to fall hopelessly in love.
“If Yomi pulls out his penis in public one more time, I swear…” Sakito stopped as Uruha reached over and placed his hand over his friend’s.
“Uru?” Sakito said, confused.
“Yes I know Sakito, you will cut it off and feed it to Hitsugi’s cat, you’ve told me before,” Uruha smirked.
“Sorry, am I boring you?” Sakito laughed, but suddenly his heart sped up at what he saw in Uruha’s eyes, something that looked close to adoration.
“No Sakito, you aren’t. You could never bore me. In fact…” Uruha coughed as he tried to structure his thoughts into actual words. “Maybe we can not bore each other, on a more regular basis? I mean…if you think that’s a good idea.”
Sakito wasn’t dumb, he knew what Uruha was trying to imply. But what he didn’t expect was how easily he accepted it, or how it made perfect sense to him.
“It’s a great idea Uruha,” Sakito answered. Uruha’s heart skipped when Sakito lifted his hand to his so that he could kiss his fingertips.
“How have you been Uruha?” Sakito asked, shaking Uruha from his reverie. As his mind returned to the present, Uruha told himself to get a grip.
“I’ve been good Sakito. What about you?” Uruha asked, but it wasn’t completely out of politeness. The earlier part of him that wondered whether Sakito was happy was also genuinely concerned at his wellbeing.
“I am good, everything has been good,” Sakito replied, as his body instinctively relaxed. As he spoke he felt Uruha’s hand hold his a little harder and pull him a little closer and his breath caught in his throat as electricity sizzled up his spine.
Nobody could fuck him like Uruha. Sakito barely remembered how they had ended up against the wall, with his legs around the taller guitarist’s waist as Uruha thrust his cock deeper into him, causing his ass to smack against the wall.
Sakito hazily remembered kissing. Uruha’s kisses always made him feel short of breath. Sakito also remembered Uruha’s talented mouth sucking on his cock before opening up and rimming him until he felt saliva down the inside of his thighs.
Sakito also remembered playing with Uruha’s nipples as he ground against him on the couch. The rest was a blur of hands and fingers and tongues, punctuated by Uruha groaning in his ear as his spunk ran hot out of his body.
Sakito felt his blood grow warm at the memory. As he looked up, he saw that Uruha’s mind had traveled down a similar path, his breath heated against Sakito’s forehead. Biting the inside of his cheek, Sakito concentrated on the pain to ground him.
“It’s good to see you again Uruha,” Sakito said, even though what he really wanted to say was, “Do you miss me?”
“Of course I will miss you Sakito. Especially since you just got back from tour. But I will call I promise,” Uruha smiled as he packed, affection warming every syllable.
“We should really catch up one of these days you know,” Uruha said, even though he knew that they never would.
“Why did we break up?”
“Did you just say, why don’t we break up? Did you? Uruha?” Sakito said, tired out of his mind. He had been at the studio the whole day and had come home to find a fuming Uruha, realising too little, too late that they had dinner plans.
“You are hardly around Sakito. I saw you more when we just went out as friends,” Uruha said, his voice hard with anger. “I find myself spending more time with Aoi these days because he is around more than my actual boyfriend. And we were hardly that close to begin with!”
“Aoi? Oh is that your game Uru?” Sakito said, jealousy tingeing his words green. Uruha stood in shock at Sakito’s veiled accusation.
“Don’t be stupid Sakito. Aoi…he is just…”
“He is just…what, Uruha?” Sakito said, slowly, dangerously. Uruha’s eyes flashed at the insinuation.
From: Naughty Reindeer
Title: Over You
Pairings/Characters: AoixUruha, Ni~yaxSakito, UruhaxSakito, RukaxKai
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex and drama
Notes: Written for . I tried to fit what you asked, hopefully it has enough aww ^^
Summary: Two couples, three sets of lovers past and present all come together for one night. Within a few hours, memories are stirred and feelings brought to the surface. Does love ever truly fade?
***
But you went away, how dare you?
I miss you…
They say I’ll be okay, but I’m not going to,
Ever get over you…
***
“How do I look?”
The question was said softly. So softly that Aoi barely just caught it as he drifted at the fringe of consciousness. He blinked, once, twice, and his body knew it was barely dawn even before his mind did. Cold fingers leaving a path of raised flesh as it trailed up and down his exposed arm.
Hence why it was strange to Aoi why Uruha would be standing fully dressed in front of the floor-length mirror situated in the corner of his bedroom. Even more odd was the fact that Uruha was wearing a full suit, even though his hair was still mussed from the pillow.
“Gorgeous, as always,” Aoi mumbled sleepily as he rubbed the grogginess from his eyes. Uruha started a little at his Aoi’s voice, turning over his shoulder to look at his boyfriend still wrapped in blankets, the barest flicker of a guilty expression crossing his face.
“I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry,” Uruha said quietly. Aoi shook his head and propped himself up with a yawn.
“Never apologise when what I say is clearly the truth,” Aoi replied, before untangling himself and getting to his feet. He had gone to sleep wearing Uruha’s pajama bottoms that were a touch too big for him and were just barely clinging to his hips.
Standing behind his boyfriend, Aoi ran his hands over the set of Uruha’s shoulders, the tightly woven cotton of his black suit prickling his palms. The outfit was bespoke and nipped in the back, the trousers hugging Uruha’s long, lean lines.
He than travelled down Uruha’s chest, smoothing out the starched lapels of the white shirt the blonde wore underneath the jacket. He felt every plane and shape of muscle and bone, contracting and shifting.
It was no longer strange to Aoi anymore why Uruha was dressed the way he was. In fact, it made perfect sense to him.
“You do look amazing Uruha,” Aoi reiterated as he threaded their fingers together and hugged the younger man from behind, burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck and inhaling the fading smell of sleep and fabric softener.
Uruha chuckled softly, self-consciously, as he instinctively leaned into Aoi’s embrace, the only thing that was solid in a room still full of shadow.
“Thanks, I just wanted to make sure it still fit. Because…later…we might be too busy…and..”
“It’s okay Uru,” Aoi said gently, even as jealously threatened to spark from his fingertips. But Aoi could feel Uruha’s nerves, even through the layers of expensive fabric, like chained snaps of static electricity.
“It really is…”
Uruha closed his eyes as he leaned back even more, letting Aoi’s strong frame take his weight. He turned his head so that Aoi’s lips could press against the curve of his jaw.
“We don’t have to go you know. Kai would understand,” Uruha said, even as a part of him went cold at the words.
“Kai would also be hurt, don’t be silly,” Aoi brushed it off as he dropped a kiss on the corner of Uruha’s mouth. In that moment Uruha hated that traitorous part of him that softened and breathed in relief.
“Aoi…I…”
“Come back to bed Uruha. It’s still too early,” Aoi interrupted him, not wanting to hear what came next. He wasn’t lying, it really was too early for whatever it was that Uruha wanted to say.
Too early, and Aoi was simply not ready.
Uruha nodded in acceptance and kissed Aoi on the mouth. “Undress me,” he whispered when their lips parted.
Aoi smiled slightly as he caught hold of the buttons at the front of Uruha’s suit and slipped them out of their holes one at a time. He gathered the jacket in his hand, mindful of not rumpling it as he draped at across the back of a chair.
Next was the white shirt, but this time Aoi’s touch was firmer as he casually ran his palms against Uruha’s nipples before grasping the open edges. Uruha’s breath caught a little at the brief contact, and felt his skin heat as Aoi’s fingertips came in contact with his breastbone, his thumbs flicking the buttons open one by one.
Soon the shirt was gaping open and Aoi watched in the mirror at his hands flat against Uruha’s belly, warming the chilled skin. Never breaking eye contact with the blonde, Aoi drew his touch upward, this time purposefully circling his boyfriend’s sensitive nipples as he shucked the shirt off, pausing only to undo the cufflinks so it wouldn’t catch on Uruha’s wrists.
Aoi kissed the sensitive dip in between Uruha’s neck and shoulder, before turning to lay the shirt on top of the jacket. He then turned his attention to Uruha’s belt, feeding the leather through the loops until it dropped on the ground. He did the same with the spiky wallet chain decorating the side, unclipping the metal fastening, offhandedly noting that it was in fact his.
“Aoi…”
Aoi knew that tone very well, it was the one that Uruha used when he was getting antsy, impatient for something a little more tangible. But Aoi was having too much fun controlling the pace of the strip tease, and more than that it was so rare that he got to see Uruha like this, uncovered bit by bit.
Eventually though, the older man placed his hand at the flat panel of the zip and felt the shape of Uruha’s cock through the pleats. He only kept a loose grip on it however as he traced the curve of the blonde’s neck with his lips, and felt the blood start to pulse beneath the skin.
Uruha let out a short annoyed breath as he placed his hand on Aoi’s so he could push down and feel more friction. In doing so he could also feel the Aoi’s half-hardening cock against the curve of his ass.
“So in a hurry,” Aoi mumbled into Uruha’s skin. Uruha raised an eyebrow as he brought Aoi’s free hand up to his mouth so he suck on his thumb, his tongue curving around it in a silent instruction as to what he really wanted to be doing it too.
The blonde was glad that Aoi seemed to get the hint and unzipped the front of his trousers so he could slide his hand inside. Aoi gave a wicked grin when he realised that Uruha was naked underneath, his calloused fingers rasping over sensitive flesh.
Uruha watched, mesmerised as Aoi’s hand moved underneath the fabric, stroking him firmly until his cock felt constrained. Somehow, it was more erotic to be able to not see what Aoi was doing, but just watch the rise and fall of his hand.
“Stand straight Uru…”
The blonde complied as Aoi came around so that his back was to the mirror. As Aoi dropped to his knees, Uruha ran a hand through his lover’s hair so he could pull his head back to look at him.
“Stain these trousers and die Aoi,” Uruha threatened succinctly and Aoi chuckled. He made a show of slowly pulling Uruha’s cock out, and planting soft, barely there kisses along the shaft.
With a flick of his wrist, he undid the hook and eye at the waistband and pulled the trousers down until it pooled on the floor. That out of the way, Aoi laid long languorous licks on either side of Uruha’s cock, and felt it jerk and stiffen beneath his tongue.
Uruha closed his eyes in bliss as Aoi finally took his cock into his mouth and started sucking, his tongue lightly flicking the underside. The blonde tightened his grip on Aoi’s hair even more when the older man started to gently stroke the sensitive gap between his balls and back entrance.
Aoi’s mouth felt so warm and velvety as he bathed Uruha’s cock with his saliva. Uruha gasped and lurched forward when he felt Aoi press his thumb to his opening, and finding it still stretched and damp from last night.
The blonde gripped his boyfriend’s shoulders even harder when Aoi pushed his thumb in fully and crooked it, stroking him from the inside. Uruha’s knees felt weak as Aoi increased his pace, bobbing his head back and forth.
Uruha dared to open his eyes so he could look at himself in the mirror and a bolt shot through him at what he saw. His cheeks darkly flushed and his eyes glazed, with Aoi’s head moving below his waist.
“Aoi…baby….”
The endearment was all the sign Aoi needed to stop. He loved blowing his boyfriend, but he didn’t do it as often as some would think, Uruha always wanting to get down to the business end of things pretty fast. Plus, these days they rarely had that much time to themselves.
Letting Uruha’s cock go with a wet sound, Aoi got to his feet so he could catch his boyfriend’s mouth for a kiss, his tongue parting the younger man’s lips so that he could have a lingering taste.
“Get on the bed then Uru,” Aoi said as he brushed back the other man’s blonde hair. Uru nodded and turned to climb on Aoi’s western style bed. He busied himself finding the lube, but turned in confusion when even after he had found it that Aoi had yet to join him.
Uruha’s eyes softened when he saw Aoi properly hanging up his trousers that had been on the floor. Aoi’s quick fire temperament sometime belied the considerate person he was underneath.
Leaning back, Uruha purposefully opened his legs so that he could reach his back entrance with his already slick fingers.
“Come on Aoi,” Uruha said huskily. Aoi smirked as he undid his sleeping pants and tossed it to one side. Swiping his tongue across his thumb, Aoi crawled on the bed, planting kisses on Uruha’s body, and tracing the blonde’s nipples with the wet digit.
Uruha threw his head back letting out a muffled groan as Aoi sucked hard on his nipples while stroking his cock. Taking a quick breath, Uruha gave Aoi a small push to the shoulder to tell him to stop.
“Lay back,” was Uruha’s answer to the questioning quirk of Aoi’s eyebrow. Nodding his head, Aoi flipped to his side so that Uruha was now on top of him. The blonde then mirrored what Aoi had done earlier, tracing his body with soft brushes of lip, liking how Aoi’s nipples hardened under his ministrations.
Uruha wasted no time taking Aoi’s cock into his mouth, sucking quickly and efficiently. Aoi fisted the sheets at the sensation, his dick getting even harder at the sight of Uruha using his free hand to fuck himself on his fingers.
“Uruha…fuck…” Aoi moaned when Uruha used those same fingers to reach forward and gently grasp his balls. In a rapid change of movement, Uruha lowered his head further and Aoi felt his tongue circling his arsehole, as lube dripped down his cock.
“I want to ride you baby, can I ride you Aoi?” Uruha said, his voice raspy. Hunching over, Uruha held Aoi’s cock to his entrance, pressing it until the head slipped in.
“Ride you until you come so hard that I feel your cum down my thighs?” Uruha whispered dirtily as more of Aoi’s cock slipped in.
The only answer Aoi could manage was a hard grip to Uruha’s thighs so that he could pull his boyfriend down further on his penis until he was fully seated on his lap. Uruha let out a throaty growl at the sudden stretch, at the mix of pain and pleasure.
“Come on Uru, ride me,” Aoi said as he nuzzled Uruha’s neck as he ran a finger up and down his boyfriend’s cock that was resting against his belly. Uruha gave him a hard look as he raised his hips and lowered his body with an agonising slowness.
“Who’s impatient now? Bastard,” Uruha answered with almost playful spite. Aoi retaliated by squeezing Uruha’s cock and bucking his hips up. Uruha was about deliver another snappy retort when Aoi pulled his down so he could whisper in his ear.
“Move Uru, you always turn me on so much, I just want to keep fucking you,” Aoi said almost gently, making Uruha’s chest tighten a little. Nodding, Uruha leaned back so Aoi was as deep in as he could be.
Bracing himself on his hands, Uruha kept fucking himself on Aoi’s cock until his thighs felt sore. But the pure spirals of pleasure overrode the pain, and that feeling intensified when Aoi spread his ass cheeks so that Uruha was even more open to the older man’s cock.
Uruha was so close that his insides were actually tensing, hence why he groaned in disappointment when Aoi stopped his movements so that he could pull him close.
“Aoi…” Uruha panted, his body like a wound string ready to snap. Aoi was breathing just as heavily, but fought to still his movements.
“Not yet Uru, not just yet. A bit more…just a bit more,” Aoi urged, as he kissed the smooth line of Uruha’s neck. Very soon the burning pleasure Uruha had felt earlier concentrated itself in the pit of his stomach until he felt it to his fingertips.
“I want to be on top of you. I want to fuck you that way,” Aoi said, his voice smoky. Uruha shook his head, indicating that he wanted to remain in this position.
Biting back a groan, Aoi acquiesced by lifting his hips ever so slightly, moving his cock just every so slightly in and out of Uruha’s body. Suddenly a thought came to him, which caused him to scrabble around for the discarded lube.
He spread some over his fingers and reached forward so he could place his fingers against where his cock was entering Uruha. The blonde’s body jerked as felt the digit penetrate him. With every shift of Aoi’s hips, Uruha felt himself being deliciously stretched even more so he could feel every part of his lover’s dick rubbing inside him.
Soon Uruha couldn’t take it anymore. He forced himself to sit up, and breathed easier when Aoi didn’t stop him. Uruha shifted his body back and forth, rubbing his balls against his boyfriend’s stomach as Aoi’s hand jerked him off. Soon Uruha was practically bouncing on Aoi’s lap in an effort to get him as deep as he possibly could.
“Aoi…” was all Uruha could manage before spilling all over Aoi’s lower belly, leaving translucent trails over the skin. One more clench and Aoi came too, hard inside Uruha’s body, his hips jerking up.
Uruha breathed deeply as he locked his elbows so he wouldn’t collapse on his boyfriend. As his equilibrium returned, Uruha gave himself a satisfied smile as he felt Aoi’s spunk sticking to his thighs.
“Damn Uru…that was…” Aoi wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence as Uruha leaned forward once more to kiss him. The blonde bit Aoi’s lip as he pulled out, so that they both could share the slight spike of pain.
Aoi draped an arm around Uruha’s shoulders as he kissed him on top of his head and pulled him closer.
“I’ll set the alarm for 11 okay Uru?” Aoi said, and got a sleepy nod in reply. Within minutes Uruha was out, but for Aoi it wasn’t so easy. He rubbed circles on Uruha’s shoulder as he stared at the ceiling and tried to will himself to sleep, but finding it just out of reach as a myriad of thoughts played in his head.
Aoi knew why Uruha was nervous, and the knowledge coiled inside him like a snake.
***
“How do I look?”
Ni~ya paused to calm his breathing as he stared at his boyfriend and tried to form the words. However, since he just had finished his punishing evening run and topped it off with a sprint up the stairs of their apartment block, conversation was still beyond him.
Standing with his hands above his head to open up his diaphragm, Ni~ya cast a quizzical eye over what Sakito was wearing. The guitarist had on one of his best black suits, with a matching grey shirt, open at the neck to reveal a thin gold chain resting at the delicate knot at the base of his throat.
“You look fine,” Ni~ya said, trying not to sound short as he stripped off his tank top and flopped down on the bed. In the reflection of the mirror, he saw Sakito grimace.
“Just fine?” Sakito said with a sigh. Ni~ya had to bite back an irritated sigh of his own. The suit was immaculate, as was the rest of Sakito. His face was bare, his skin clear and currently shoulder-length hair fell straight as an arrow.
“You look fucking amazing, like you could look anything else but. And I mean that,” Ni~ya said, hoping he sounded sincere, because he was even as shard of anger lodged itself deep inside his stomach.
Ni~ya knew why Sakito was nervous, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“I however, look an absolute mess.”
Sakito had to smile in reply as he turned to face his boyfriend. Straddling Ni~ya with his knees on either side of the bassist’s hips, he brushed back the sweaty strands of dark hair from his boyfriend’s as he kissed him on the forehead. Although he wrinkled his nose at how sweaty Ni~ya was, the taste of brine and pheromones was strangely erotic.
“You look fucking sexy Ni~ya. And you always know the right thing to say,” Sakito teased lightly. Ni~ya’s lips curved in a half-smirk but that disappeared into a worried frown as a shadow settled in Sakito’s eyes and he bit his bottom lip.
“If you are this jumpy, we don’t need to go you know,” Ni~ya said quietly, a part of him hoping that Sakito would agree with him. But that vanished when Sakito determinedly shook his head.
“No it’s okay Ni~ya. Ruka is expecting us, and I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” Sakito said, sounding every inch the single-minded bandleader he was.
“What about my feelings Sakito?” Ni~ya almost said, but didn’t knowing that it was pointless. Sakito was surprisingly stubborn when he wanted to be.
Instead Ni~ya said, “Can you move then Sakito? I need to shower otherwise we will be late.”
He knew he sounded brusque, but honestly he was feeling too fatigued to care, his calf muscles already starting to cramp. He maneuvered Sakito out of the way as he took off his sweat pants and strode into the shower in just his briefs.
Sakito almost reached out to pull him back, but stopped when Ni~ya waved him away. Sakito tried to mask his hurt at Ni~ya’s gesture but told himself that he really couldn’t have expected otherwise.
Still, Sakito sat there on the bed for a good five minutes as he stared at the closed bathroom door. He heard the shower run as he wondered how to smooth the situation over. Although to be frank, Sakito knew that he didn’t really do anything wrong, but still, the urge to make things right with his boyfriend was almost overwhelming.
Sakito squared his shoulders as he undressed, laying his clothes in a meticulous pile on the bed, before plodding into the bathroom completely naked. He had already showered, but that didn’t really matter. All that mattered was Ni~ya, and that was what Sakito was thinking about as he stared at the bassist’s strong back in the shower.
Pushing the door to the shower open, Sakito put a hand on Ni~ya’s shoulder and felt him jump. Ni~ya turned, his hair full of suds, his eyes widening in surprise at the guitarist’s sudden presence.
“Let me join you Ni~ya,” Sakito said, raising his voice a little to be heard over the gush of the shower. Ni~ya gave Sakito a suspicious look, but nodded curtly as he handed Sakito the loofah.
Loading it up with body soap, Sakito ran the sponge over himself only briefly before turning his attention to the bassist. Hugging Ni~ya from behind, Sakito ran the soapy sponge across the older man’s chest in slow circles, moving downwards until he pressed it against the bassist’s cock.
“What has gotten into you Sakito?” Ni~ya asked even as his body started to thrum in pleasure. Sakito gave him an exasperated look as he pressed harder against Ni~ya’s dick.
“Ni~ya, please…”
Sakito never pleaded, his ironclad ego wouldn’t let him. Ni~ya knew this as he closed his eyes and reached behind to pull his boyfriend closer so he could feel the slippery slip and slide of Sakito’s cock in between the cheeks of his ass.
Sakito sighed a little in relief as he placed the sponge on the little shelf in the shower. He ran one hand through Ni~ya’s dark, wavy hair as the other reached for the showerhead so he could wash out all the shampoo.
The guitarist let out a little a gasp as Ni~ya suddenly grabbed him and spun in around so that he was leaning against the bathroom wall. Sakito let out a soft moan as Ni~ya kissed him, hard, pinning his body against the tiles.
Ni~ya grasped their cocks together, slick with soap, and started to pump. Sakito groaned openly as he felt friction on the sensitive skin, his cock rapidly stiffening. Ni~ya always knew how to get Sakito’s engines revving, knew how to flick his thumb and twist his wrist, until the guitarist was a writhing mess.
“We have to be quick,” Ni~ya said into Sakito’s ear, making his body quaver.
“I don’t care, don’t stop,” Sakito moaned, as he tightened his fingers around Ni~ya’s wrist so that he would move faster. A sudden urgency overtook Sakito, driven by an almost heady cocktail of lust and doubt brought about by the earlier interaction.
“Fuck me Ni~ya, fuck me…”
With a growl, Ni~ya turned Sakito around so that the guitarist’s face was resting against the wall. Ni~ya quickly penetrated Sakito with two wet fingers even as his pace on his boyfriend’s cock didn’t slacken.
Sakito tried to scrabble for purchase against the polished surface of the tiles as Ni~ya stretched him only briefly before sliding his cock in. The heat of his dick was almost burning Sakito from the inside as the water suddenly turned cool against his skin.
Ni~ya grunted as he placed his hand on the wall to steady himself and wound an arm around Sakito’s waist as he fucked him from behind. His thrusts were sharp and powerful, and Sakito rapidly felt himself losing his grip as Ni~ya kept up the relentless pace.
“Mine, you are mine,” Ni~ya growled as he kept fucking Sakito as hard as he could, until the guitarist was practically on tiptoe.
“Always…yes, Ni…don’t stop,” Sakito panted as he felt pleasure build to a boiling point. Sakito let out a long, low moan as he came, his semen spattering against the shower wall. A couple more thrusts and Ni~ya came was well, his climax wrenching a belly-deep groan from his throat as he bit down on Sakito’s shoulder.
As their senses returned, Ni~ya felt Sakito start to shiver and immediately felt concern well up inside him. Reaching out for the temperature knob, Ni~ya cranked up the hot water as he pulled Sakito closer.
“Its okay Sakito, its okay. I’ve got you,” Ni~ya said as he reached for the sponge. He quickly washed away the evidence of their coupling and helped Sakito out of the shower.
Wrapping him in a big fluffy towel, Ni~ya kissed Sakito on the forehead.
“Idiot,” he said, his tone reprimanding but his actions soft as he cupped Sakito’s face. Sakito gave him a look that told him he didn’t appreciate the insult but smiled as he kissed Ni~ya on the nose.
“Ass,” Sakito replied. “I better get dressed while you dry up.”
Ni~ya nodded, but his earlier reservations returned the minute Sakito walked out the door. For the first time that evening, Ni~ya’s insecurities etched themselves across his face as he sighed to himself.
“Sakito, I just don’t know what to do….”
***
Ever year Kai held a Christmas party. This year however, it wasn’t just Kai’s party, rather it was Kai and Ruka’s party. It was at heart a celebration, of the three long years they had spent together.
Actually, Uruha mused as he got out of the car, given how vastly different their personalities were, it was quite a feat that they had lasted as long as they had.
It was being held in a house high up in the Tokyo hills, and while Kai only said that he would be inviting a few friends, it became obvious to Aoi and Uruha that the drummer and Ruka’s circle was obviously bigger than they had realised.
“That’s a good thing though, less chance of running into…” Uruha stopped the thought short as he grabbed Aoi’s hand under the table and squeezed it lightly. Aoi looked at him in surprise, but smiled as he squeezed back.
The evening had been progressing well enough. First there was a simple sit down dinner, followed by Kai giving a short speech, thanking them all for coming. Uruha didn’t fail to notice though that Ruka never let go of Kai’s hand throughout.
Always a man of few words, the room broke into laughter when Ruka’s only comment was “Don’t you lush bastards dare empty my liquor cabinet”.
After which, they opened up the floor as the music came on, and Uruha happily accepted Aoi’s invitation to dance. As they settled into a slow rhythm, Uruha placed his chin on Aoi’s shoulder as he held him close.
“So far so good…”
It was then that Uruha saw him, and his heart suddenly stopped.
Sakito, in a similar position to himself, leaning on Ni~ya’s shoulder, the handsome bassist holding his lover near as if it pained him to let the guitarist go for even a second.
Suddenly Uruha found it hard to breathe.
“Uru? Is everything okay?” Aoi asked, when he felt his boyfriend stiffen in his arms. Uruha forced every muscle in his body to relax as he nodded.
“Lets just keep dancing Aoi,” Uruha said. Something in Uruha’s voice made Aoi’s insides grow cold, and he swallowed hard to get rid of the lump in his throat. But Uruha barely noticed as his thoughts ran amok.
God he was so beautiful, how could he have forgotten? Sakito had always downplayed his looks to Uruha, but the GazettE guitarist had never believed him. A part of Uruha ached as he realised that Sakito was a touch thinner now, his hair a rich auburn falling past his shoulders.
“Are you happy Sakito?” The thought sprung unbidden to Uruha’s mind even as Aoi rested his cheek against his lover’s.
Unbeknownst to Uruha, Sakito had already seen him earlier in the evening. Caught a glimpse of him as he went to the bathroom, causing his palms to feel cold and clammy.
Even through the flickering lights on the dance floor, Sakito could hardly miss him. His eyes trained to stop at every tall blonde that crossed his eye line, even as a part of him hated himself for doing so.
Uruha had always the ability to take Sakito’s breath away, and he looked even more stunning next to his dark-haired bandmate.
“Uruha, do you miss me?” Sakito couldn’t quash the disloyal thought even as his hands fisted in the folds of Ni~ya’s jacket.
“Sakito, the song has stopped. You can let go now,” Ni~ya teased but his smile dropped when he saw the look in Sakito’s eyes. He knew that look, what it meant, what the guitarist had seen.
He opened his mouth to tell Sakito that they should go, that they had stayed long enough, when he heard the DJ announce that it was time for them to swap partners. Suddenly there was a flurry of bodies around them and Ni~ya panicked when he saw Sakito being swept away.
Aoi felt a similar way as Kazuki pulled him away, muttering that the older guitarist owed him a dance, leaving Uruha standing alone in the middle of the floor. As people shifted around him, Uruha felt himself get lost in the whirl until his back bumped against someone else’s.
“Sorry!” Uruha apologised, but froze when he came face to face with his former boyfriend. Sakito likewise felt like a deer in the headlights as he stared up at Uruha. For a few minutes they just looked at each other until Sakito registered that the next song had begun.
“Hey,” Sakito said softly, hoping that his nerves were not evident in his voice. “Long time no see Uruha.”
Uruha mentally shook himself as he forced a smile on his lips.
“Its been a while Sakito. Dance?” Uruha said, offering his hand, hoping that the Nightmare guitarist couldn’t see it tremble.
Nodding, Sakito took Uruha’s proffered hand into his and stepped closer. Uruha could not help but notice how well Sakito’s hand fit into his, like the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Like how it belonged there.
Without thinking, Uruha cupped Sakito on the small of his back, so that their chests were just touching. The earlier feeling of awkwardness soon gave way to familiarity as their bodies moved in sync.
“But that has always been the way with us,” Uruha thought as his thoughts wandered back to a few years ago.
It had been a dinner, a normal dinner that Sakito and he held once a month to catch up on each other’s lives.
Uruha had been listening to Sakito complain about his slacker bandmates and staring him across the table when the realisation struck him that he didn’t mind doing this for the rest of his life.
They were friends, good friends, both a world apart from their more boisterous and diva bandmates. They shared similar likes in music and clothes, they understood each other’s thought process.
It surprised Uruha that this was actually how it felt to fall hopelessly in love.
“If Yomi pulls out his penis in public one more time, I swear…” Sakito stopped as Uruha reached over and placed his hand over his friend’s.
“Uru?” Sakito said, confused.
“Yes I know Sakito, you will cut it off and feed it to Hitsugi’s cat, you’ve told me before,” Uruha smirked.
“Sorry, am I boring you?” Sakito laughed, but suddenly his heart sped up at what he saw in Uruha’s eyes, something that looked close to adoration.
“No Sakito, you aren’t. You could never bore me. In fact…” Uruha coughed as he tried to structure his thoughts into actual words. “Maybe we can not bore each other, on a more regular basis? I mean…if you think that’s a good idea.”
Sakito wasn’t dumb, he knew what Uruha was trying to imply. But what he didn’t expect was how easily he accepted it, or how it made perfect sense to him.
“It’s a great idea Uruha,” Sakito answered. Uruha’s heart skipped when Sakito lifted his hand to his so that he could kiss his fingertips.
“How have you been Uruha?” Sakito asked, shaking Uruha from his reverie. As his mind returned to the present, Uruha told himself to get a grip.
“I’ve been good Sakito. What about you?” Uruha asked, but it wasn’t completely out of politeness. The earlier part of him that wondered whether Sakito was happy was also genuinely concerned at his wellbeing.
“I am good, everything has been good,” Sakito replied, as his body instinctively relaxed. As he spoke he felt Uruha’s hand hold his a little harder and pull him a little closer and his breath caught in his throat as electricity sizzled up his spine.
Nobody could fuck him like Uruha. Sakito barely remembered how they had ended up against the wall, with his legs around the taller guitarist’s waist as Uruha thrust his cock deeper into him, causing his ass to smack against the wall.
Sakito hazily remembered kissing. Uruha’s kisses always made him feel short of breath. Sakito also remembered Uruha’s talented mouth sucking on his cock before opening up and rimming him until he felt saliva down the inside of his thighs.
Sakito also remembered playing with Uruha’s nipples as he ground against him on the couch. The rest was a blur of hands and fingers and tongues, punctuated by Uruha groaning in his ear as his spunk ran hot out of his body.
Sakito felt his blood grow warm at the memory. As he looked up, he saw that Uruha’s mind had traveled down a similar path, his breath heated against Sakito’s forehead. Biting the inside of his cheek, Sakito concentrated on the pain to ground him.
“It’s good to see you again Uruha,” Sakito said, even though what he really wanted to say was, “Do you miss me?”
“Of course I will miss you Sakito. Especially since you just got back from tour. But I will call I promise,” Uruha smiled as he packed, affection warming every syllable.
“We should really catch up one of these days you know,” Uruha said, even though he knew that they never would.
“Why did we break up?”
“Did you just say, why don’t we break up? Did you? Uruha?” Sakito said, tired out of his mind. He had been at the studio the whole day and had come home to find a fuming Uruha, realising too little, too late that they had dinner plans.
“You are hardly around Sakito. I saw you more when we just went out as friends,” Uruha said, his voice hard with anger. “I find myself spending more time with Aoi these days because he is around more than my actual boyfriend. And we were hardly that close to begin with!”
“Aoi? Oh is that your game Uru?” Sakito said, jealousy tingeing his words green. Uruha stood in shock at Sakito’s veiled accusation.
“Don’t be stupid Sakito. Aoi…he is just…”
“He is just…what, Uruha?” Sakito said, slowly, dangerously. Uruha’s eyes flashed at the insinuation.