Used and Abused 3/??, AoiUruha NC-17

[nokutetsu]

Title:  Used and Abused
Author: Nokutetsu
Chapter: 3/??
Band: Gazette
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humour, Angst, Romance, AU/AR
Warnings: Swearing, sexual sitations
Disclaimer: If I owned The GazettE Ruki'd fall in love with a banana. Sadly...I don't.

Summary: Aoi and Reita have an unofficial unsigned contract. If Aoi can sleep with Uruha, the school’s biggest loser, in two months, he get’s Reita’s car. And Aoi really likes Reita’s car.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2

.::U S E D .  A N D .  A B U S E D .::. C H A P T E R .  3::.

Aoi cringes, coughing behind his hand as Uruha enters the bedroom with a fresh set of bet sheets. The guitar lesson had gone fine, after the initial shock, and the heavy snow had given the Aoi the chance to stay over -though the brunette himself wasn’t sure anymore if it was a good idea.

What he didn’t rely on was that Uruha slept in an oversized shirt. His eyes had fallen straight away to his thighs, and he couldn’t help himself from wondering. Uruha looked like a porcelain doll, that the rhythmic guitarist feared he might break if he didn’t take things very, very slowly.

“I’ll let you take the main bed, since you’re the guest…” The blonde murmurs quietly, shyly.  The elder watches the pouty lips as they move, letting himself hum in reply and rest his cheek in his hand as he analyses the teen with studying eyes. Uruha apparently notices, and he starts to pull at the end of his nightshirt shyly. “….what is it?”

“I don’t understand.” The brunette sighs, feeling light-headed. Sure, Uruha looked like a bit of a girl. In fact, the only evidence the brunette had seen otherwise was his deep voice and flat chest.  He drums his fingers on the dark covers, exhaling loudly. “You can’t seriously think you’re ugly. There must be some other reason why you dress like the grim reaper, but no. No fucking way do you think you’re ugly.”

“I do not dress like the grim reaper,” The other frowns, and Aoi throws him a sceptic look. “I-…I just… I’d rather have people beat on me for looking emo than looking like….a ‘fag’.”

“Eeh? I like dick, but no one gives two shits about me. Why should you ?”

Maybe it’s because of his colourful choice of words, but the blonde looks absolutely horrified. It’s an expression that looks so odd on his heart shaped face, and it reminds Aoi of the look on his own face when he first caught his parents together.

“Aoi!” Uruha goes a deep shade of pink, fluffing up the pillows on the spare bed. “I just….really don’t want people to know, okay? I really like having a quiet life…you understand don’t you?”

“No.” The reply was blunt and deadpan, and the blonde huffs silently in reply. “But we’re friends right? If you like the way I look, then I’ll just be like this for you then. Okay?”

“I’d like that,” Aoi grins, not realising he was starting at Uruha’s thighs as he said it. He couldn’t tear his gaze away- they were toned, slightly more toned than a woman’s, but so hairless and smooth looking it was hard to think otherwise.

Poor kid. Even protein hates him.

“Hey..’Ruha.” The brunette ponders, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “How much do you eat?”

“Huh?” The blonde blinks, joining Aoi on the double bed with a box of pocky - courtesy of Uruha’s mother. “I’m about to eat right now…”

“No, I mean proper meals. You’re so thin Uruha…” He gently takes blonde’s forearm, wincing at how frail the blonde really is under all those baggy clothes.  With his figure and looks- he was everything similar to a deprived sex slave.

Uruha really was too thin- but he didn’t care, or at least, that’s what he told himself. He’d always found anorexic people hilarious- and absolutely shit in bed with no stamina. There was something about it that pissed him off entirely. It meant they had no self confidence.

“Oh shit, please tell me you’re not anorexic.” The older cringed, (gently) grabbing the blonde’s shoulders. “I swear it Uru, I’ll force feed you with a tube like those old people on TV-”

“I’m not anorexic,” The blonde bit his lip, further drawing the player’s attention. “I just…don’t really want to eat. It’s lonely and boring on your own.”

Aoi scowled, putting on his ‘fierce face’ before rudely snatching the box of pocky from the younger teen. “Then eat with me, the whole damn box.”

“But Aoi, That’’ll make me si- mmfmg!”

“There you go,”  The brunettes voice is soothing, stroking the blonde’s back as if he was an immature child. “I’ll make you grow up big and strong, and all those mean bullies will disappear.”

The blonde was glaring at him, something Aoi found oddly foreign and hilarious on his face, lips wrapped around 12 sticks of pocky.  The situation at hand was so odd compared to the emo kid he’d seen in class, he couldn’t help the snort of laughter behind his hand.

Then the blonde started a futile attempt at chewing- and Aoi couldn’t hold it back. His stomach was sore, the blond was clearly distressed and the eldest of the two was surprised his mother hadn’t came to check what the commotion was.

And that’s when Aoi realises - it feels as if this kid, this emo…it’s as if he’s known him his whole life, when in actual fact, he’d on known him for around 4 hours. It was troubling, he didn’t want to know him- just take what he wants and leave.  The one-sided laughter died down, and he gently pat the blond on the bag as he finally -with much trouble- managed to digest the box of pocky.

“Feel stronger?” A grin, and the blonde is glaring at him again. There was no malice in it, and the fragile hands gave him a light shove. “I feel worse Aoi. I…I could have suffocated or something-”

“Awesome.” The blonde looks utterly confused now, and he takes the moment to pull the covers up to his chin. Aoi couldn’t be more obvious with his stares tonight, and the lead guitarist wonders if he’s doing it on purpose to make him feel self conscious. “You’re staring…again..”

“Huh? Well yeah, I guess.”

And he had to snicker as Uruha pulled the sheets over his blonde hair, until the only evidence of his existence was the bump under the fabric.

He seriously needs to grow an ego. I have so much to teach this kid.

“I swear to fucking god.  I’ve never hated anyone more than my mother until I met that guy.”

Reita takes one last drag from his cigarette, before stubbing the cancer stick out and letting it drop out the window. Ruki is still speaking rather loudly, loud enough for said person to hear, and Uruha looks absolutely terrified in his seat, and the blonde can’t help but feel slightly bad for him. He’s visibly shaking.

“Ruki, I think the kid’s gonna have a fit if you keep going.” It wasn’t so much the target, but the shorter teen was seriously going overboard. Who gauges peoples eyes out? It’s 2009 for fucks sake.

“And besides,” The blonde grins, wrapping an arm around his friends shoulders. “I know something interesting about that emo twat that you don’t.”

“Oh?” Ruki’s eyes lit up like fairy lights, reminding Reita of a child given a new toy.  And he suddenly became very quiet, giving Reita his undivided attention.

“I made this bet with Aoi, yeah?” I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “I’ll give him my car, if he can screw Blondie over there.”

“Eh, Aoi has pretty horrendously epic godly standards. No amount of Vodka will ever make him stoop that low. Or your car….maybe.” Reita figured he might as well be making farting noises with his armpits.

“No, but that’s the thing.” Reita was grinning openly now: he didn’t care if Uruha was watching them with wary eyes or not. “Apparently he’s  gorgeous. Seriously, I’ve never seen Aoi so excited since his grandfather died.”

“Seriously?” Ruki himself looks almost as excited as Aoi did, sparing a glance at the hood covered head. “Did he say anything else?”

“Apparently he looks like a woman, but has a really, really deep phone-sex-operator voice. And…something about having a M.I.L.F for a mom.”

Ruki snorted. “You know, this isn’t what I expected first thing on a Tuesday morning. I want to speak to Aoi now, and get all the crap from him. You’re scaring me.”

“Well fuck you then.” The bassist scowled, fishing out his phone vibrating in his pocket. “Just don’t mention it to him, Aoi said he doesn’t want the kid to know. He did say that you could kick the shit out of him though. Thinks that ‘being there’ for him as a ‘friend’ will make things work out faster.”

“I love Aoi. Tell him I love him.”

“Uh, Sure.” Reita’s brows furrow, ignoring the vocalist’s suddenly bubbly  mood. The caller display read AOIBUNNYKINS and he snorted briefly before answering. “Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you? I thought we were going to skip school today and get pissed.” Reita grimaces, answering Ruki’s questioning look with an unreadable expression.

“Ohh…yeah…Anyway, I told Ruki about our bet. He says he loves you for giving him such an important role.”

“…he’s only going to beat him up for me.”

“It means a lot.”

“Uh, right. Can Ruki beat him up around lunch time? I’ll come find him and…yeah. Damn, I’m beginning to wonder if you’r car is worth all this effort Suzuki.”

Reita scowls, drumming his fingers on the window pane. “Stop being such a prissy little girl. You’re lucky we’re not dragging him to the bathroom and ripping his hood off ourselves.”

Ruki doesn’t need to be able to hear the whole conversation: he didn’t doubt Aoi would be stomping his feet like the spoilt little brat he was. It was going to be hilarious if he got emotionally attached to the Virgin Mary behind them.

“Yeah. Bye.”

“What did he say?” The shorter blonde asks, feigning disinterest. Reita snorts, sticking his phone back in his pocket. “He wants you to beat him up at lunch time, he’ll come and find him. And he’s PMSing because it’s all taking so much effort on his part apparently.”

“Whoopee-fucking-do.” Ruki snorts, turning around to blatantly stare at the poor blonde. Uruha’s posture is stiff, probably not having any idea what they’re talking about, and he stiffens even further when the bell rings, no doubt because the classroom was without a teacher to supervise them.

“Hey Kouyou.”  Ruki purrs, and Reita sighs as Uruha flinches. Ruki’s hands have closed him in on each side of his desk, making him look like a dear in headlights.

“Ruki, there’s not a teacher here now, but that could change.”  A tap on the shoulder and Ruki retreated, but not without a  hand full of Uruha hoodie in hand.

“Fine, but you’re coming with us.” Ruki’s grin was feral, but the only sound of resistance that came out of the blonde’s mouth was a small whimper.

“But I-”

“Shut it.” The look on Ruki’s face is -surprisingly- one of seduction. It makes the bassist uncomfortable and he has to look away, even when Uruha is pulled to his feet, and the instructions of ‘walk’ are met. He’s never seen a look like that on Ruki’s face before, as if Uruha was something tangible for him to kill.

Poor kid.

“It hurts…..”

“Uruha-…?”

It’s dark, unbearably dark despite it being noon, and Uruha whimpers into the leaves of the bushes surrounding him, hands blindly fisting at the sharp vines. The roses smell sweet, strongly blocking his senses and synapses.

“Uru…ha…..”

“Aoi?” He blinks, only catching sight of the dark hair after a pale hand pulled his hood down. It hurts, the roses pricks digging painful into his neck as the hood is pulled away from him. But what strikes him more is Aoi’s face- the incredible sense of shock and guilty horror that paints it- he looks so scared.

“Don’t look so bad Aoi…It’s not your fault.”

It is, fuck it Uruha, it is. I’m such a prick.

“I’m….” Aoi swallows, gently prying the thorns away from the blonde. “I’m going to take you back to your place, okay?”

“Thank you.” Uruha looks so….tired, like a bleeding angel bleeding in the rosebush.

Ruki always was an artist.

The kid looked so frail in his arms, he weighed next to nothing. He couldn’t imagine Ruki having to work very hard to break him like this.

“Don’t look at me like that,” The brunette attempted a snort of laugher at the pleading look on Uruha’s face. He looked exhausted, He’d probably been lying there an hour. But he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at Ruki.

No, he was just doing…..everything I told him to.

“You know I’m your friend, right kido?”

A nod, and the blond lets his head rest on Aoi’s chest. He’s unbelievable warm in Aoi’s arms, his blond hair naturally flicked out. He doesn’t know why- but making nasty decisions is so easy when Uruha isn’t there. But his face….such inoccent eyes, he felt like a murderer.

“I’m going to take you to the nurse’s office first actually…I don’t like the look of those cuts.” It wasn’t the cuts on his pants that scared him. It was the thighs they revealed. He couldn’t look at them.

I want to touch them, fuck it. But I can’t touch him, this guy….he’s untouchable.

“I need you to hold on while I take you up the stairs.” It was so hard to keep his arms around him, with his hands pressed so tights to the slight curve of his waist. The 10 stairs seemed like 100, and the steps to the nurses office seemed tenfold that.

His arms didn’t strain putting him down on the bed, snatching his hands back as if the blonde was on fire. “I’’ll…I’ll go get the nurse.”

“Don’t--” A hand on his wrist was enough to catch Aoi’s breath, and he looked at the blonde surprised.

“She’ll come…when she’s free. Just stay with me, please?”

And he did.

The rhythmic guitarist let out a dramatic sigh, before sitting down nest to Uruha on the bed. “You’re like a little girl - a cute one mind you, but still.”

“I’m sorry.” He fiddled with his long sleeves, somehow left untorn, even furthering the inoccent atmosphere around him - and striking another chock of guilt down the player’s spine. “It’s just….I really enjoy having you around Aoi. You‘re so nice to me.”

Stop it.

“And…I really like you. If only there were more people like you in the world, honest I mean.”

Stop it.

“Aoi….I….”

Please Uruha, don’t…

“I….”

Why is he-….getting closer?

“I’ve never…”

Aoi had never felt so lost. He kissed so many people for a single guy - weekly but he couldn’t. The poutiest lips in the world and--

“I can’t do this.”

Honey eyes flickered open, confused. Aoi could see his face reflected in them. “What…?”

“Uruha….don’t. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, I could seriously fucking-”

“I don’t  care-”

“Hurt you. I wouldn’t mean it but I would-”

“Aoi-”

“I’m leaving.”

“Aoi!”

But the only answer the blonde received was the door swinging shut, and the lonely sound of retreating footsteps.