Used and abused Chapter 1/??, AoiUru NC-17
Title: Used and Abused
Chapters: 1/??
Band: Gazette
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humour, Angst, Romance, AU/AR
Warnings: Swearing (for the moment), Unbetad
Notes: An old idea, but one that I find incredibly amusing. It still has the angst I love so much, humour, and the romance <3
Disclaimer: The GazettE belong only to their parents. If they belonged to me I’d be swimming in $200 bills. That, and I’d make Ruki fall in love with a banana.
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.
“Aoi, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Those were my favourite jeans!” Reita hisses, shoving his best friends shoulder. When he asked Aoi if he could borrow his Soda, he didn’t ask if he could wear it.
“You’re such a dick,” The blonde mumbles, ignoring the brunette’s playful snort and grabbing a paper towel to clean the quickly staining cola. Reita looks up when he receives no reply, and his scowl dissipates when a group of girls enter the lunchroom, heading straight for their table.
He’s about to open his mouth to speak, when he feels an arm wrap lazily around his shoulders and drawing the blonde closer. “Sorry girls,” He hears Aoi grin. “But Reita and I have something to attend to.”
“We do?” The blonde raises a drawn eyebrow, making the brunette grin and squeeze his shoulders.
“Yeah,” Aoi states simply. “We do.” And before Reita knows it, he’s being dragged out of the lunch hall, but not before a girlish squeal reaches his ears as Aoi winks at them.
“You know Reita, maybe some day I’ll teach you how to get laid. Like, the chicks and the dicks.”
The bass player rolls his eyes, shrugging Aoi’s hand from his shoulder. “Pfft, that’ll be right. You’re so full of yourself. And besides, you’re not as hot as you think you are.”
“Jealous fucker,” Aoi jokes playfully, coming to a stop outside their lockers. Reita doesn’t argue, because he knows the only things Aoi cares about in this world are his guitar, and his dick.
“-and besides. I want to see how much fanmail my fan club has given me today.”
Again, the blond snorts behind is hand, giving the guitarist a plain look. How could anyone believe this guy anyway, when all his words were directions to his bed?
“Fucking hell Aoi, who wouldn’t you do?” Reita says, now utterly disturbed by his friends behaviour. He knows it shouldn’t, really -he’s been living with it everyday- but even now he finds himself looking for something to deflate his best friends ego.
“Fucked her twice, fucked her boyfriend, want to fuck her-” Aoi sighs bored. Flicking through the pink pieces of lined paper.
Reita was going to smack him in a second.
Or he was going to, if something, or rather someone hadn’t caught his eye. He grins, grabbing Aoi’s shoulder as he turns them both to the figure down the hall.
“Him.” Reita states, and Aoi can’t stop himself from laughing shortly. Because down the hall, around 10 feel away form them, is none other than Takashima Kouyou, looking as lame and out of place as usual. His sneakers are dirty, his jeans oversized and dirty, with rips adorning them that are obviously not meant to be there. Aoi can’t see his face at the moment though, because his usual black hood is pulled high over his head, hiding the fragile boy from view.
“That loser?” He snorts, humouring his blond band mate for a moment. “If you give me enough vodka and a very dark room, maybe. But otherwise I’m just not seeing it.”
Reita stares at him, a look adorning his face that clearly stated ‘you are unbelievable’. He rolls his eyes for seemingly the hundredth time that day, bringing the older teen’s head closer to his.
“Well then Shiroyama, I’ll make a deal with you.” He can’t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his face, and he jabs his thumb in the direction of the unaware blonde down the hall.
Ironically, at the same time, the blonde is slammed aggressively into his own locker, and the chanting sound of ‘fight! Fight!’ fills the area around them. Aoi laughs as Ruki has him pinned, and the player thinks he might just snap in half.
“2 months Shiroyama.” Reita grins, leaning back and watching the poor kid as a hand connects with his stomach, and the surrounding students egg him on. “I’ll give you two months to fuck him, and if you do, I’ll let you have my car.”
Aoi’s almost too into the fight unfolding before them that he doesn’t catch it, but at the mention of the sleek porch his head snaps back to Reita.
“Are you serious?” Aoi asks, disbelief written all over his face, and Reita’s smirk grows tenfold. “And if you lose, I want you to suck my cock in the school staff car park. Where everyone can see you.”
“Tch, whatever.” Aoi smirks, agreeing offhandedly as the booming sound of the head teacher fills the halls. Everyone’s head’s turn, including Ruki’s and the teens scatter like ants as the head teacher storms down the hall, obviously furious.
And Aoi knows he’s going to enjoy watching the blonde crumble.
The end of last period couldn’t come fast enough, in Aoi’s opinion. He sighs tiredly, putting his things away with deliberate slowness as the rest of the class leaves. A group of girls are obviously waiting outside, and he winks at them as the teacher scolds them, exiting the classroom to usher them away.
The dark guitarist is about to open his mouth to say something, when a crash reaches his ears, and he resists the urge to laugh at the blonde’s expense. But he quickly reminds himself that if he does, there’s no way Uruha’ll end up in his bed, so instead to leans down to pick the books up.
“Hey, you alright?” Aoi asks, making light contact as he hands the books back top the blonde.
Honey brown eyes stare at him, and he pulls the books protectively into his chest. He doesn’t dare reply, instead looking down at his crubby shoes and Aoi thinks he looks pathetic, and Reita’s car is the only thing keeping him going through with this.
“So…..” A sigh escaped pierced lips, and he watches Uruha with a flat look.
Uruha shifts, not even muttering a thank you before he suddenly bolts, leaving Aoi in the classroom like an idiot. He raises an eyebrow, before scowling immaturely and shoving his hands in his pockets. “What a disrespectful little prick.”
The sound of feet padding quickly down the hall is loud, and Aoi clicks his tongue in annoyance. How dare he? When he was only trying to be nice in the first place no less. If anything, he should be head over heels at the fact Shiroyama Yuu was talking to him.
Fucking emo.
Uruha is long gone when the raven haired teen steps out of the classroom, and Aoi leaves him to his own devices. There was no point in chasing after him now, not when there were so many other people worth his time just waiting outside for him.
He’d get Uruha eventually. The blonde couldn’t run from him forever.
It wasn’t long until Aoi next saw Uruha. He was sitting on his own, looking sorry for himself, but Aoi didn’t expect anything different from the kid. Instead, he determinedly took his books and sat beside him, making the said teen jump.
Weirdo. But he refrains from saying it as the blonde stares at him, his face obscured by his hair and hood. Aoi could swear he noticed his cheeks flush, before his gaze averted to the book in front of him, shifting nervously.
“Er….Uruha.” He sighs, trying again. “Look, I’m really screwed here. Can you give me a hand with this?”
It wasn’t a complete lie, and Aoi pushes his book lightly for Uruha to see. It wasn’t like the blonde had anything else to do right? Therefore, Aoi had come to the genius conclusion he was a swat.
But the blonde merely frowns, not giving the brunette any leads. “I’m not very good at maths…” He says, and Aoi almost misses it from his quiet voice. He frowns, taking the book back from the blonde’s desk. This clearly wasn’t working.
Scowling, Aoi moves back to his own seat, and Reita shoots him an amused look. He’s given the finger in reply, and the guitarist plops back down into his own seat with a scowl. Was there anything Uruha liked? It wasn’t as if he had anyone to ask.
His eyes fall the darkness of Uruha’s hood, the one obscuring his hair (and half of his face) from view. Being a city school, it was allowed, either that or the teachers took pity on the abused shy student.
It wasn’t until music class the next day, that Aoi found something he could go with.
Being in one of the older years at school, their class was pretty small. Around 6 or 7 students rushed into the class to escape the cold of the coming winter, and Aoi can’t find the mind to blame them. It’s only then, that he notices Uruha’s in this class when he fearfully enters the room, and he soon finds it be because of the guy behind him glaring him daggers.
Poor bastard, Aoi huffs lightly, chewing on the end of his pencil. He’d never taken notice to the other boy before, but he feels slightly elated when he knows the boy has an interest in playing music. That, he could go with.
And he’s almost ecstatic when he finds Uruha pick up a guitar, the rosewood finger board held lightly in his hand. Because he knows that that settles it.
Uruha is just easy pickings now the second Aoi finds they both play guitar.
And Reita Is car is as good as his.
Notes: There’s something about this chapter I hate, but at the same time, I’m satisfied. Maybe the shitty scene changes, but there will be less of those in the nest chapters.
And yes, Aoi is a little prick. But it’s really necessary for the plot.