Fic [the GazettE] - "Conquest"
Title: Conquest
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: machete_rose
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Non-con, lots of cursing, sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the GazettE. Sadness.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Reita x Aoi
Synopsis: Reita basically jumps Aoi in an alleyway.
Comments: I’m not even going to pretend that there’s a plot. Comments are always much appreciated!
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"For fuck's sake, Reita. Will you please stop raping our drummer?" Aoi exhaled lazily, wisps of smoke seeping from between his lips. Reita snorted.
"Since when do you give a shit about that pansy? Don't tell me you're actually starting to like him." The bassist flicked his own cigarette idly, the ashes scattering on the concrete below.
"Hardly. But if he can't sit, he can't drum, and then we're all fucked." Aoi took another languid drag, staring thoughtfully at the opposite wall of the deserted alleyway. "If you need to fuck someone that badly why don't you try that ditz of a lead guitarist we have."
"Been there, done that." Reita scowled resentfully as he ground his heel irritably into a long-forgotten cigarette butt. "Bastard even carries fucking mace around with him now. And let me tell you, that shit burns like a motherfucker."
Aoi snickered, ignoring the withering glare that Reita sent his way. "What about shortie? He's so damn shiny, he's practically begging for it."
"He'd probably bite my dick off faster than I could stick it in him.”
A low hum of agreement and the two resumed their smoking in silence, each lost in his own undoubtedly perverted thoughts. After a short while, Aoi tossed his cigarette butt randomly to the floor and made to leave the dim alleyway but a sudden weight on his back pinned him face-first against the wall.
"Get the fuck off of me, Reita."
"You know you like it." He leaned his head in closer and whispered mockingly into Aoi's ear. "Your mouth says one thing but your body says another.”
Reita’s hand somehow edged its way between the wall and the firm body in front of him. His palm roughly trailed downwards, ignoring the scrape of concrete against his knuckles as his nails lightly dragged across fabric-covered abs. Aoi clenched his jaw resolutely, refusing to allow his voice to betray his arousal, even when that same palm slid further down and began massaging the front of his jeans. He could almost imagine Reita’s irritating smirk as the bassist gripped his hardening cock tighter; he could almost hear the sound of jeans rubbing against jeans as Reita’s hips rolled seductively against his ass. Fuck.
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you top me.” Aoi growled, chest heaving as he fought against Reita’s weight, trying in vain to free himself. What the hell did Reita eat? It felt like a fucking cow had collapsed on his back.
“Like fuck you won’t.” A hot tongue lazily traced the rim of his ear. “You don’t have much of a fucking choice.”
Reita continued to rub Aoi’s erection with one hand while his other hand fumbled with the latter’s belt buckle. Warning bells began to go off in Aoi’s brain and he struggled even more fervently against his captor. There was a feral growl and a tightened hold on his cock demanding obedience. Aoi winced and his movements calmed somewhat, though he bucked defiantly every once in a while in an effort to delay the inevitable.
Suddenly his jeans and boxers were pushed down to his knees and he could feel Reita’s hardness even more distinctly. Reita didn’t bother adjusting his weight and the guitarist had no choice but to brace himself with his arms to avoid his cock from being crushed unpleasantly against the rough surface of the wall. For the first time since they had started, Aoi let out a soft moan as long fingers wrapped around his length, calloused fingertips brushing momentarily against the head. The feel of Reita’s hand lazily fisting him distracted Aoi and he didn’t notice the brief release of pressure until that body leaned heavily against him again. It hadn’t taken Reita long to hastily push his own jeans and underwear down with his free hand; he had fucking better be a master at it after all those times that he had cornered their drummer.
Shivers ran down Aoi’s spine as Reita’s heat seeped into him; the hot breath tickling his ear with each pant, the warm hand fondling his balls impatiently and almost too roughly, the heated cock that pressed firmly against his ass cheek before rubbing infuriatingly against his entrance, teasing him. Aoi barely registered the sound of Reita spitting into his hand and dimly wondered if the other man was going to prep him.
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
Reita had decided to forgo the prepping, though he had at least coated his own cock with saliva, more for his own benefit than Aoi’s. With one measured thrust he completely sheathed himself, ignoring the yells and curses that were streaming from Aoi’s mouth about how fucked up he was and when this was over he was fucking dead. Eyes closed, he savored the feeling of Aoi around his cock. Fuck, he was so tight, even tighter than Kai. Clearly not many others had managed to top the black-haired guitarist before this and Reita felt his ego swelling with the unmistakable pride of conquest.
Aoi was positive that he was going to black out from the pain. Fucking asshole was so fucking dead when this was over. Somewhere in the back of his mind, beyond all the pain, a little light bulb lit up and he realized that he now knew firsthand why Kai could never sit properly after Reita was done with him. He tried his best to breathe normally, willing his shocked muscles to relax. Who knew how fucking long Reita would take. If Aoi was lucky - though given his current situation he was clearly not - Reita would be a chronic sufferer of premature ejaculation and this would all be over ridiculously soon. Not likely.
Slowly, painfully, Reita pulled out, one hand tightly gripping Aoi’s slender hips, fingers marking the pale skin red. His cock twitched as he pushed back into that hot tightness and suddenly something inside him broke. Unable to control himself anymore, his movements quickened dramatically and he drove himself deeper and harder into the man held captive beneath him. He ignored the barely audible moans of pain, the faint hue of blood glistening on his cock every time he pulled out.
Grinding his teeth, Aoi fought against the agonizing pain; the hard concrete bit into his palms as Reita pounded unrelentingly into him, fisting his cock erratically. The pain was bordering on overwhelming but laced with it were the unmistakable traces of something else, something better. His back arched, his lean torso scraping against the rough wall, chafing his nipples and sending dull waves of pleasure straight to his cock. The anger at being restrained and the indignation at being topped faded into the background as a familiar tension gradually built in his lower abdomen.
Reita moaned as he felt Aoi’s hips trying desperately to find a matching rhythm, heard his soft hisses of surprise and arousal as his cock lightly brushed against the coarse surface of the wall. Slick pre-cum coated Reita’s fingers, Aoi’s hard cock throbbing as he pushed the guitarist closer to the edge. The echo of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in Reita’s ears as he sped up his pace, his own climax approaching.
Before long, a shudder ran through Aoi's body, milky white fluid coating the grey wall in front of him. He felt Reita's body stiffen, heard him curse under his breath, felt the heat shooting into him as he came, spurred on by the almost rhythmic clenching of Aoi's muscles. They both lapsed into silence once more, the quiet of the alleyway broken only by the heavy panting of spent bodies.
"You..." Aoi leaned his forehead against the wall as he struggled to catch his breath. He winced as Reita pulled out and away from him abruptly, sending sharp lances of pain through his body. "...are so fucking dead, asshole."
Reita zipped up as he slapped Aoi's bare ass before walking off, grinning in smug satisfaction and ignoring the echo of Aoi's yelps of pain and swear words.
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A/N: I fail at smut, sorry. But this was my first try at it, so I would appreciate any feedback... thanks! :3
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: machete_rose
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Non-con, lots of cursing, sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the GazettE. Sadness.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Reita x Aoi
Synopsis: Reita basically jumps Aoi in an alleyway.
Comments: I’m not even going to pretend that there’s a plot. Comments are always much appreciated!
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"For fuck's sake, Reita. Will you please stop raping our drummer?" Aoi exhaled lazily, wisps of smoke seeping from between his lips. Reita snorted.
"Since when do you give a shit about that pansy? Don't tell me you're actually starting to like him." The bassist flicked his own cigarette idly, the ashes scattering on the concrete below.
"Hardly. But if he can't sit, he can't drum, and then we're all fucked." Aoi took another languid drag, staring thoughtfully at the opposite wall of the deserted alleyway. "If you need to fuck someone that badly why don't you try that ditz of a lead guitarist we have."
"Been there, done that." Reita scowled resentfully as he ground his heel irritably into a long-forgotten cigarette butt. "Bastard even carries fucking mace around with him now. And let me tell you, that shit burns like a motherfucker."
Aoi snickered, ignoring the withering glare that Reita sent his way. "What about shortie? He's so damn shiny, he's practically begging for it."
"He'd probably bite my dick off faster than I could stick it in him.”
A low hum of agreement and the two resumed their smoking in silence, each lost in his own undoubtedly perverted thoughts. After a short while, Aoi tossed his cigarette butt randomly to the floor and made to leave the dim alleyway but a sudden weight on his back pinned him face-first against the wall.
"Get the fuck off of me, Reita."
"You know you like it." He leaned his head in closer and whispered mockingly into Aoi's ear. "Your mouth says one thing but your body says another.”
Reita’s hand somehow edged its way between the wall and the firm body in front of him. His palm roughly trailed downwards, ignoring the scrape of concrete against his knuckles as his nails lightly dragged across fabric-covered abs. Aoi clenched his jaw resolutely, refusing to allow his voice to betray his arousal, even when that same palm slid further down and began massaging the front of his jeans. He could almost imagine Reita’s irritating smirk as the bassist gripped his hardening cock tighter; he could almost hear the sound of jeans rubbing against jeans as Reita’s hips rolled seductively against his ass. Fuck.
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you top me.” Aoi growled, chest heaving as he fought against Reita’s weight, trying in vain to free himself. What the hell did Reita eat? It felt like a fucking cow had collapsed on his back.
“Like fuck you won’t.” A hot tongue lazily traced the rim of his ear. “You don’t have much of a fucking choice.”
Reita continued to rub Aoi’s erection with one hand while his other hand fumbled with the latter’s belt buckle. Warning bells began to go off in Aoi’s brain and he struggled even more fervently against his captor. There was a feral growl and a tightened hold on his cock demanding obedience. Aoi winced and his movements calmed somewhat, though he bucked defiantly every once in a while in an effort to delay the inevitable.
Suddenly his jeans and boxers were pushed down to his knees and he could feel Reita’s hardness even more distinctly. Reita didn’t bother adjusting his weight and the guitarist had no choice but to brace himself with his arms to avoid his cock from being crushed unpleasantly against the rough surface of the wall. For the first time since they had started, Aoi let out a soft moan as long fingers wrapped around his length, calloused fingertips brushing momentarily against the head. The feel of Reita’s hand lazily fisting him distracted Aoi and he didn’t notice the brief release of pressure until that body leaned heavily against him again. It hadn’t taken Reita long to hastily push his own jeans and underwear down with his free hand; he had fucking better be a master at it after all those times that he had cornered their drummer.
Shivers ran down Aoi’s spine as Reita’s heat seeped into him; the hot breath tickling his ear with each pant, the warm hand fondling his balls impatiently and almost too roughly, the heated cock that pressed firmly against his ass cheek before rubbing infuriatingly against his entrance, teasing him. Aoi barely registered the sound of Reita spitting into his hand and dimly wondered if the other man was going to prep him.
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
Reita had decided to forgo the prepping, though he had at least coated his own cock with saliva, more for his own benefit than Aoi’s. With one measured thrust he completely sheathed himself, ignoring the yells and curses that were streaming from Aoi’s mouth about how fucked up he was and when this was over he was fucking dead. Eyes closed, he savored the feeling of Aoi around his cock. Fuck, he was so tight, even tighter than Kai. Clearly not many others had managed to top the black-haired guitarist before this and Reita felt his ego swelling with the unmistakable pride of conquest.
Aoi was positive that he was going to black out from the pain. Fucking asshole was so fucking dead when this was over. Somewhere in the back of his mind, beyond all the pain, a little light bulb lit up and he realized that he now knew firsthand why Kai could never sit properly after Reita was done with him. He tried his best to breathe normally, willing his shocked muscles to relax. Who knew how fucking long Reita would take. If Aoi was lucky - though given his current situation he was clearly not - Reita would be a chronic sufferer of premature ejaculation and this would all be over ridiculously soon. Not likely.
Slowly, painfully, Reita pulled out, one hand tightly gripping Aoi’s slender hips, fingers marking the pale skin red. His cock twitched as he pushed back into that hot tightness and suddenly something inside him broke. Unable to control himself anymore, his movements quickened dramatically and he drove himself deeper and harder into the man held captive beneath him. He ignored the barely audible moans of pain, the faint hue of blood glistening on his cock every time he pulled out.
Grinding his teeth, Aoi fought against the agonizing pain; the hard concrete bit into his palms as Reita pounded unrelentingly into him, fisting his cock erratically. The pain was bordering on overwhelming but laced with it were the unmistakable traces of something else, something better. His back arched, his lean torso scraping against the rough wall, chafing his nipples and sending dull waves of pleasure straight to his cock. The anger at being restrained and the indignation at being topped faded into the background as a familiar tension gradually built in his lower abdomen.
Reita moaned as he felt Aoi’s hips trying desperately to find a matching rhythm, heard his soft hisses of surprise and arousal as his cock lightly brushed against the coarse surface of the wall. Slick pre-cum coated Reita’s fingers, Aoi’s hard cock throbbing as he pushed the guitarist closer to the edge. The echo of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in Reita’s ears as he sped up his pace, his own climax approaching.
Before long, a shudder ran through Aoi's body, milky white fluid coating the grey wall in front of him. He felt Reita's body stiffen, heard him curse under his breath, felt the heat shooting into him as he came, spurred on by the almost rhythmic clenching of Aoi's muscles. They both lapsed into silence once more, the quiet of the alleyway broken only by the heavy panting of spent bodies.
"You..." Aoi leaned his forehead against the wall as he struggled to catch his breath. He winced as Reita pulled out and away from him abruptly, sending sharp lances of pain through his body. "...are so fucking dead, asshole."
Reita zipped up as he slapped Aoi's bare ass before walking off, grinning in smug satisfaction and ignoring the echo of Aoi's yelps of pain and swear words.
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A/N: I fail at smut, sorry. But this was my first try at it, so I would appreciate any feedback... thanks! :3