FIC: GazettE: Not the Real Thing [Uruha/Kai; NC-17]
Title: Not the Real Thing
Author: ldybastet
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE - Uruha/Kai
Rating: NC-17/Adult/hot
Content: Wall sex.
Summary: Kai gets a booty call, but this time Uruha has had enough, tired of seeing him being used...
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PSC, and have no information on what happens in their lives, apart from what they reveal in interviews or on Twitter. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. No disrespect is intended, and I earn no money from this.
Notes: ~1400 words. Written as a fill for the the GazettE kink/porn meme, for the prompt Uruha/Kai-jealous, possesive Uruha over Kai... I hope the requester was happy with it, and that it can now bring enjoyment to more people! Beta by the awesome Miss misumaru.
Not the Real Thing
"You're going to see him, aren't you?"
Kai could see the flare of anger mixed with pain in Uruha's eyes, but he could do nothing to ease it. He could only nod and turn to open the door.
"Why?" A few quick steps and Uruha was right behind him, so close that Kai could feel the warmth of his body against his own. "He's using you, and then he forgets you, until the next time he gets back, drunk and lonely, with no one to fuck. And he calls you, or texts you, and you run to his side. Why? What do you get in turn?"
The hand that squeezed Kai's shoulder trembled, yet there was strength in it. Determination. "You're my friend and I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself like this! Can't stand seeing him hurt you..."
Kai looked at the scratched hotel door. He'd thought the hotel looked rather nice earlier, clean and neat and rather new... But this close, he could see the paint was flaking off at the corners, damage through years from unthinking and unheeding guests banging their suitcases and god knows what else against the door just covered up with thick paint.
"He fucks me," Kai whispered. "He fucks me hard until I can't remember, until I can't think..." Until I can't feel, he thought, can't love.
Uruha pulled Kai around, forced him to face him. "Is that what you want?" His voice trembled as well now, and Kai could see that it was because of held-back anger. Uruha was angry, and it scared Kai. Uruha was never angry, never raised his voice...
"You want to be fucked? Is that it?" Kai was snatched out of his reverie when his back met the wall and the air was knocked out of his lungs. "You're worth so much more, but if that's all you want," Uruha growled, "I'll give it to you."
He ripped Kai's shirt open, buttons flying, skittering across the floor. Before Kai could protest, Uruha's mouth was on his, tongue pushing between his lips - licking, thrusting, teasing. Kai's heart was racing, faster than his thoughts could keep up with. Uruha rubbed Kai's crotch, making him buck and moan against him, and then Kai's jeans were open, and Uruha's fingers closed around his hardening cock.
Everything was happening too fast, and Kai didn't know how to stop it, or if he even wanted it to stop. Uruha stroked him, nimble fingers working his flesh, thumb sweeping over the head, and Kai moaned again, nipping at Uruha's lush lips.
Uruha tugged Kai's jeans down and there was a thump when the lube fell out of his pocket. Uruha pulled back a little, looking at the tube lying on the floor. Then he looked up at Kai again. "You even bring your own lube?" he whispered. "In case he runs out or has forgotten where he left his?"
Kai looked away when Uruha stuck his hand in the pocket and fished out a condom. "Fuck you, Kai." Uruha put it in his back pocket then bent down to get the lube. Kai heard him flip the cap open and the squirt of thick lube, then Uruha's fingers were between his legs, searching for his entrance.
"This is what you want? My fingers inside you?" Uruha murmured, lips moving against Kai's neck. Kai nodded, unable to spread his legs more because of his jeans, but it was enough, and then Uruha pushed his fingers into him. First one, moving it in and out a few times, then another one. They stretched him, wiggled and moved and made his eyes roll back into his head when they nudged that place inside him.
"Oh god," Kai whispered and he barely noticed that his hands had moved to Uruha's fly, pulling down the zipper. Uruha's fingers were driving him crazy, waking up a burning fire inside him. "Please..."
"Please?" Uruha growled. "Want me to fuck you?" He pushed his fingers deep inside Kai, hard. "Think you're ready for me then?"
I've been ready for years, Kai thought, but he just nodded, wrapping his arms around Uruha's neck when his mouth was claimed again. Uruha tasted like wine and chocolate, not whisky and cigarettes, and it was strange, the combination of arousal and these new tastes.
Kai whimpered when Uruha pulled his fingers out of him, but was soon distracted by Uruha's tongue, stroking his own, playing with it. He vaguely noted his jeans being pulled down even more, and distractedly pulled one leg out of them. Uruha wriggled against him, and there was the sound of latex being stretched over hard flesh... Strong hands grabbed him, lifted him, pressed him harder against the wall, and Kai wrapped his legs around Uruha's waist. There was a bit of pain first, as Uruha's cock breached him, gravity forcing Kai to quickly envelop it as he slid down. He tightened his legs around Uruha and groaned.
He was trapped. Impaled. Caught between the wall and Uruha's body. And there was no place he'd rather be. "Fu-- ck me," he whispered, seeking Uruha's mouth again, not caring anymore what might happen with their friendship. It was already too late.
Uruha kept Kai pinned against the wall and rolled his hips, thrusting hard and fast into him. Their breaths and moans mingled, interrupted by frantic kisses and sharp nips at lips. Kai's lower lip was stinging and he could taste blood, but it only fuelled his need. His cock was so hard, throbbing almost painfully, trapped between them and impossible to reach. Every thrust of Uruha's, every slide of his hard cock inside Kai's tight channel, sent waves of hot pleasure through him, their final destination his aching cock.
He needed to come, felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get release, but he had no chance, couldn't let go of Uruha. He watched Uruha's face through the haze of pleasure - sweaty, flushed, strands of hair clinging to it, lips swollen and red, eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration. Then Uruha opened his eyes and their gazes met.
"Come," Uruha whispered hoarsely, still thrusting. "Come for me this time."
It was too much for Kai. With a sharp gasp for breath he bucked in Uruha's arms, against the wall, and hot come shot over his chest and neck, a few drops splashing into his face even. Uruha kept moving, thrusting a few more times, then he moaned loudly and stilled, just holding Kai up.
They were breathing hard, and now the room was completely silent. They could hear someone walk down the corridor outside, a door opening and slamming closed.
Uruha sighed and leaned his forehead against Kai's shoulder, shifting his grip on Kai slightly. Kai slowly became aware of his predicament, of the fact that he had no way of getting down to the floor alone, that Uruha was still buried deep inside him.
"Uruha?"
A deep, shaky breath, then, "I'm sorry."
"No." Kai stroked Uruha's hair. "Don't be sorry." He couldn't hold back a small moan when Uruha lifted him off his cock and put his legs down as he was eased down. But he didn't let go of Uruha, and held him close when Uruha tried to move away. "Just tell me why." He looked up at Uruha, searching his face for answers.
"I want you..."
"Want me? Like this? Like him?" Was that all it was, Kai wondered, a sinking feeling in his chest.
Uruha shook his head and this time Kai didn't hold him back when he took a step back and tucked himself back into his jeans. "No. But this is all you want..." Kai looked at Uruha's back as he turned to look out of the window. "He's waiting for you."
"I don't care," Kai replied, quickly getting his other leg out of his jeans too, and stepped up behind Uruha to wrap his ams around him. There had been more to this, after all, and it made Kai happy. "It's you I really want anyway. Not just sex. All of you. If you like me..."
Uruha slowly turned in Kai's arms, smiling, and held him close. "I like you. I like you a lot. But just so you know, I can be rather demanding."
"I noticed." Kai smiled. "But I don't mind. I like it."
Uruha nodded, his smile growing. "So... shall we start over, in bed this time?"
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Prompts and fills are both welcome!
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This entry was originally posted at http://ldybastet.dreamwidth.org/600830.html.
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Author: ldybastet
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE - Uruha/Kai
Rating: NC-17/Adult/hot
Content: Wall sex.
Summary: Kai gets a booty call, but this time Uruha has had enough, tired of seeing him being used...
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PSC, and have no information on what happens in their lives, apart from what they reveal in interviews or on Twitter. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. No disrespect is intended, and I earn no money from this.
Notes: ~1400 words. Written as a fill for the the GazettE kink/porn meme, for the prompt Uruha/Kai-jealous, possesive Uruha over Kai... I hope the requester was happy with it, and that it can now bring enjoyment to more people! Beta by the awesome Miss misumaru.
Not the Real Thing
"You're going to see him, aren't you?"
Kai could see the flare of anger mixed with pain in Uruha's eyes, but he could do nothing to ease it. He could only nod and turn to open the door.
"Why?" A few quick steps and Uruha was right behind him, so close that Kai could feel the warmth of his body against his own. "He's using you, and then he forgets you, until the next time he gets back, drunk and lonely, with no one to fuck. And he calls you, or texts you, and you run to his side. Why? What do you get in turn?"
The hand that squeezed Kai's shoulder trembled, yet there was strength in it. Determination. "You're my friend and I can't stand seeing you hurt yourself like this! Can't stand seeing him hurt you..."
Kai looked at the scratched hotel door. He'd thought the hotel looked rather nice earlier, clean and neat and rather new... But this close, he could see the paint was flaking off at the corners, damage through years from unthinking and unheeding guests banging their suitcases and god knows what else against the door just covered up with thick paint.
"He fucks me," Kai whispered. "He fucks me hard until I can't remember, until I can't think..." Until I can't feel, he thought, can't love.
Uruha pulled Kai around, forced him to face him. "Is that what you want?" His voice trembled as well now, and Kai could see that it was because of held-back anger. Uruha was angry, and it scared Kai. Uruha was never angry, never raised his voice...
"You want to be fucked? Is that it?" Kai was snatched out of his reverie when his back met the wall and the air was knocked out of his lungs. "You're worth so much more, but if that's all you want," Uruha growled, "I'll give it to you."
He ripped Kai's shirt open, buttons flying, skittering across the floor. Before Kai could protest, Uruha's mouth was on his, tongue pushing between his lips - licking, thrusting, teasing. Kai's heart was racing, faster than his thoughts could keep up with. Uruha rubbed Kai's crotch, making him buck and moan against him, and then Kai's jeans were open, and Uruha's fingers closed around his hardening cock.
Everything was happening too fast, and Kai didn't know how to stop it, or if he even wanted it to stop. Uruha stroked him, nimble fingers working his flesh, thumb sweeping over the head, and Kai moaned again, nipping at Uruha's lush lips.
Uruha tugged Kai's jeans down and there was a thump when the lube fell out of his pocket. Uruha pulled back a little, looking at the tube lying on the floor. Then he looked up at Kai again. "You even bring your own lube?" he whispered. "In case he runs out or has forgotten where he left his?"
Kai looked away when Uruha stuck his hand in the pocket and fished out a condom. "Fuck you, Kai." Uruha put it in his back pocket then bent down to get the lube. Kai heard him flip the cap open and the squirt of thick lube, then Uruha's fingers were between his legs, searching for his entrance.
"This is what you want? My fingers inside you?" Uruha murmured, lips moving against Kai's neck. Kai nodded, unable to spread his legs more because of his jeans, but it was enough, and then Uruha pushed his fingers into him. First one, moving it in and out a few times, then another one. They stretched him, wiggled and moved and made his eyes roll back into his head when they nudged that place inside him.
"Oh god," Kai whispered and he barely noticed that his hands had moved to Uruha's fly, pulling down the zipper. Uruha's fingers were driving him crazy, waking up a burning fire inside him. "Please..."
"Please?" Uruha growled. "Want me to fuck you?" He pushed his fingers deep inside Kai, hard. "Think you're ready for me then?"
I've been ready for years, Kai thought, but he just nodded, wrapping his arms around Uruha's neck when his mouth was claimed again. Uruha tasted like wine and chocolate, not whisky and cigarettes, and it was strange, the combination of arousal and these new tastes.
Kai whimpered when Uruha pulled his fingers out of him, but was soon distracted by Uruha's tongue, stroking his own, playing with it. He vaguely noted his jeans being pulled down even more, and distractedly pulled one leg out of them. Uruha wriggled against him, and there was the sound of latex being stretched over hard flesh... Strong hands grabbed him, lifted him, pressed him harder against the wall, and Kai wrapped his legs around Uruha's waist. There was a bit of pain first, as Uruha's cock breached him, gravity forcing Kai to quickly envelop it as he slid down. He tightened his legs around Uruha and groaned.
He was trapped. Impaled. Caught between the wall and Uruha's body. And there was no place he'd rather be. "Fu-- ck me," he whispered, seeking Uruha's mouth again, not caring anymore what might happen with their friendship. It was already too late.
Uruha kept Kai pinned against the wall and rolled his hips, thrusting hard and fast into him. Their breaths and moans mingled, interrupted by frantic kisses and sharp nips at lips. Kai's lower lip was stinging and he could taste blood, but it only fuelled his need. His cock was so hard, throbbing almost painfully, trapped between them and impossible to reach. Every thrust of Uruha's, every slide of his hard cock inside Kai's tight channel, sent waves of hot pleasure through him, their final destination his aching cock.
He needed to come, felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get release, but he had no chance, couldn't let go of Uruha. He watched Uruha's face through the haze of pleasure - sweaty, flushed, strands of hair clinging to it, lips swollen and red, eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration. Then Uruha opened his eyes and their gazes met.
"Come," Uruha whispered hoarsely, still thrusting. "Come for me this time."
It was too much for Kai. With a sharp gasp for breath he bucked in Uruha's arms, against the wall, and hot come shot over his chest and neck, a few drops splashing into his face even. Uruha kept moving, thrusting a few more times, then he moaned loudly and stilled, just holding Kai up.
They were breathing hard, and now the room was completely silent. They could hear someone walk down the corridor outside, a door opening and slamming closed.
Uruha sighed and leaned his forehead against Kai's shoulder, shifting his grip on Kai slightly. Kai slowly became aware of his predicament, of the fact that he had no way of getting down to the floor alone, that Uruha was still buried deep inside him.
"Uruha?"
A deep, shaky breath, then, "I'm sorry."
"No." Kai stroked Uruha's hair. "Don't be sorry." He couldn't hold back a small moan when Uruha lifted him off his cock and put his legs down as he was eased down. But he didn't let go of Uruha, and held him close when Uruha tried to move away. "Just tell me why." He looked up at Uruha, searching his face for answers.
"I want you..."
"Want me? Like this? Like him?" Was that all it was, Kai wondered, a sinking feeling in his chest.
Uruha shook his head and this time Kai didn't hold him back when he took a step back and tucked himself back into his jeans. "No. But this is all you want..." Kai looked at Uruha's back as he turned to look out of the window. "He's waiting for you."
"I don't care," Kai replied, quickly getting his other leg out of his jeans too, and stepped up behind Uruha to wrap his ams around him. There had been more to this, after all, and it made Kai happy. "It's you I really want anyway. Not just sex. All of you. If you like me..."
Uruha slowly turned in Kai's arms, smiling, and held him close. "I like you. I like you a lot. But just so you know, I can be rather demanding."
"I noticed." Kai smiled. "But I don't mind. I like it."
Uruha nodded, his smile growing. "So... shall we start over, in bed this time?"
Come play in the the GazettE kink/porn meme!
Prompts and fills are both welcome!
More info and lots of fun here!
This entry was originally posted at http://ldybastet.dreamwidth.org/600830.html.
comments there. You can comment on either site.