Hitcher - Aoi x Uruha [the GazettE]
Title: Hitcher
Chapters: 1/1
Author: nowaki_nevaeh
Genre: Angst, drama
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Summary: “Just stop crying!” Aoi snapped, spinning round in his chair, long dark locks falling in front of his elfin face, features contorted. “Fucking stop...”
Disclaimer: Bitches ain't mine.
Friday 10:50pm
With shaking hands, Aoi lifted the lighter to his lips, setting alight the white stick. He inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine work it’s magic. His trembles began to cease - though not completely. His dark eyes closed as the grey mist escaped the smoky cavern of Aoi’s mouth.
Aoi’s dark eyebrows furrowed together as the whimpers coming from the other side of the dim one-roomed apartment, he reopened his eyes, being greeted by the sight of the vintage wallpaper, he stared at the bleak patterns, trying to think and assess the abnormal situation he’d just thrown himself into, and let out a deep sigh, the hiccupping sobs were breaking his thoughts, stabbing at his eardrums like countless pinpricks.
“Just stop crying!” Aoi snapped, spinning round in his chair, long dark locks falling in front of his elfin face, features contorted. “Fucking stop...” His voice cracked as his eyes fell on the bare, battered young boy curled up in a ball in the corner.
A sharp stab of guilt made his stomach clench; he dropped the cigarette in the glass ashtray and pulled himself up from the old pine chair.
He approached the young boy as if he was approaching a stray animal, carefully, unthreatening. He crouched down to his level.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, his voice reduced to a mere whisper. “I’m so sorry.” He reached out his arm to touch the latter, but the teen just curled up into a tighter ball, shivering, covering his bruised face with hands, his broken cries got louder.
“P-p-please…” The boy tried to speak, then gave up, as if he couldn’t even muster the energy to give a few short words.
Aoi straightened up; he felt a warm tear trickle down his cheek. “How the fuck did this happen, huh?” He looked down at the quivering body.
Friday 11:46am
The ear-splitting screech of Aoi’s telephone woke him up from a long, restless night.
Aoi groaned, blocking out the sound by burying his head under the pillow. The irritating sound stopped, and Aoi smiled slightly, maybe now he could get back to sleep, he gripped hold of the edge of his pillow, it was something he always tended to do.
“AOI! Aoi pick up this goddamn phone right now!” Aoi’s eyes snapped open as the answer phone message started playing. He quickly glanced at the bedside clock. 11:46. 11:47.
Fuck.
Aoi should have been at work hours ago.
“I’m sick of this Aoi, I told you: One more day off and you’re finished - fired! I don’t need lazy bastards like you at the office, not when there’s hundreds more slobs where you came from.”
Aoi rolled his eyes at his boss’s screaming. Aoi and his boss didn’t exactly see eye to eye, in fact they hated one and other with a passion.
Mr. Matsumoto - or Ruki as he was known to his colleagues, was one of the nastiest pieces of work that Aoi had ever came across, he was rude, vile…and just an all round nasty son of a bitch.
Aoi pulled himself out of bed, wincing as the harsh winter air hit his bare chest, Aoi only ever slept naked, he wore a suit five days a week and so he relished the nights when he could abandon the costume and just let his body be free of its fabricated imprisonment.
He pulled on an oversized jumper and walked over to the phone.
“Yeah, well you can stuff your fucking job up your arse.” Aoi spat, hitting the ‘delete’ button on the answer phone.
Aoi hated his job, he was over-worked and under shit-loads of stress. Ruki gave him twice as much work as the rest of his employers, but paid him less - he always found a reason to dock Aoi’s wages.
Probably because of the amount of times Aoi was late, Aoi had an alcohol addiction, as well as one for nicotine, so he was often hung-over in the mornings and was too busy throwing up to get to work on time, sometimes he just didn’t bother.
Life’s a bitch. Basically.
What a fucking cliché.
Aoi grabbed his lighter off the table and lit a cigarette; it was going to be a long day.
Friday 9:12pm
“Goddammit!” Aoi cursed throwing the empty box of cigarettes down on the floor - as if he’d run out already, it was still early evening, Aoi couldn’t go without a cigarette for the rest of the night.
The corner shop was practically empty at this time of evening - apart from a few drunken youths knocking back the lager just outside the automatic doors. Stupid kids, Aoi thought to himself as he approached the cashier, a young blonde haired lad, hair styled into various spikes. The guy had a mobile phone glued to his ear, a smile plastered across his face, as well as an odd piece of material obscuring his face - what the hell did he think he was, seriously?
“I know Kai, baby, I miss you too, but I’m off work in an hour.” He lowered his voice a little. “Then I’ll come over to your place and I’ll show how much I’ve been missing you.” A pause. A chuckle. “You naughty boy…”
Aoi sighed, showing the kid that he was irritated, but his mind wandered, when was the last time he’d been in a relationship? When was the last time he’d been laid? Too long, far too long…he figured sex might release some of this shitty tension.
“Are you going to serve me any time soon?” Aoi snapped.
The brat raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, and Aoi noticed the little tag pinned to his white shirt read “Reita. Here to help.” Well ‘Reita’ wasn’t doing a very good job of helping.
“Can I help you, sir?” He asked, mocking him, still attached to his mobile. The guy on the end of the line must have said something because Reita smirked, showing rows of perfectly white teeth.
Aoi pointed at the cigarette kiosk behind him. “Marlboro menthol.”
Reita grabbed the packet off the shelf and tossed it down on the counter.
Aoi paid and turned to leave.
“Have a good evening, sir.” Reita said, sweetly, yet menacingly.
Aoi reached the glass doors, they slid open automatically. “You too, kid. Oh, and make sure you use protection tonight, you never know who you’re boyfriend’s been fooling around with while you’ve been stuck here all evening.”
Friday 9:36pm
Aoi slammed his fist down on the horn of his car.
Buses. Aoi hated buses, more so that cocky store clerks. He was stuck behind one, a slow one, further more it was slowing down to let some old biddy get off.
Old people, another thing Aoi hated, they were slow like buses. Forget ‘respecting your elders’, they should respect that Aoi had to get somewhere.
She eventually hobbled off the bus and the bus drove away, just as Aoi was about the pass the bus stop he noticed something in his rear view mirror.
Some unlucky git running towards the bus stop, the bus driver must’ve been a cruel son of a bitch because he didn’t wait for him.
The stranger slowed down, Aoi watched him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath as he reached the stop.
It was then when he noticed how beautiful the male was, he was young. Must’ve been in his late teens, his hair was dyed blonde, though not bleach blonde like the clerk - no it looked like spun gold, blowing in the wind, making it fly above his head like a halo. He looked like an angel in fact - beautifully pale, flawless skin, pouty, pink lips. Huge eyes, like saucers, though Aoi couldn’t tell the exact colour from his tinted windows. Though the boy looked like an angel he was dressed provocatively. The black leather vest clung to his slender body, showing his navel. Most of his white thigh was exposed thanks to the black shorts, which were quite tight around the groin; Aoi couldn’t help but let his eyes fix on the area for a moment, unlike his skinny upper half, the blonde’s thighs were sexily curvy, and his arse...Aoi licked his lips. It was now or never.
He wound the window of his car down.
“Excuse me?”
The blonde looked startled for a minute. “Y-yes?”
Ah, so he was a timid one after all. Outfits could be deceiving.
“I noticed you missed your bus, are you heading into town? I am, if you need a lift.” Aoi gave him a sincere, ‘trust me’ me kind of smile.
The fair-haired angel smiled back, his smile was shy and cute. “Oh, could you? That’d be great.” He paused. “Only if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Aoi assured him. “Get in.”
As he we went round to get in the car, Aoi noticed his hitcher sliding a hand across the bonnet of his black BMW.
“Nice ride.” He nodded approvingly, pulling the door closed and fastening his seatbelt. It was then when Aoi noticed the colour of his eyes; they looked like little pools of honey, and were outlined with smoky grey make-up, making them look sensual and seductive.
“Thanks.” Aoi smiled back. “So, where’re you heading?”
“You know that new club - Atomic? There. I’m late as hell though.”
“No way!” Aoi faked surprised. “That’s where I was going, meeting some friends of mine. Yeah, I can take you there.”
The boy tilted his head to one side, smirking. “Aren’t you a little old to go there?”
“Aren’t you a little young?” Aoi retorted. “Besides, I’m only 30. How old are you?”
“Touché.” The boy laughed, crossing one long leg over the other. “I’m seventeen.”
“My names Aoi by the way.” Aoi reached under his seat and fumbled around in this bag.
“I’m Uruha.”
Uruha; the name of an angel.
“Aw shit.” Aoi swore. “I forgot my wallet. Mind if we turn round?”
“Sure, why not.” Uruha shrugged a shoulder. “I’m already late.”
Friday 9:58pm
Aoi stopped the car, pulling the key out of the ignition. Uruha had seemed to have warmed to him in the short journey.
Uruha could talk for the world; Aoi smiled to himself, his angel was so genuine, so sweet. Yet so unsure of himself - why did he think he had to dress the way he did? With the make-up, the fancy hair, the revealing clothes. He had such a kind, endearing personality; he didn’t need to make himself look like something he wasn’t.
“Do you want to come in for ten minutes? Have a drink?”
“Yeah, ok.”
That was easier than Aoi had thought it would be, he wasn’t sure what he’d have done if Uruha had refused - he might have had to take him, right there in the car, less than 10 feet away from Aoi’s apartment.
Aoi made sure to lock the door once Uruha had entered, they both took off their shoes.
“Dude, what’s up with your wallpaper?”
Aoi laughed. “It was like that when I moved in.” He edged closer to Uruha, face inches away from the latter’s. “You don’t like it?”
Uruha stepped backwards, back hitting the wall. Aoi moved closer, terminating the distance between them.
“W-what’re you doing?” Uruha stammered, as Aoi stroked Uruha’s cheek, his skin…it was so soft, like velvet.
So perfect.
“You’re beautiful.” Aoi breathed, he didn’t know what’d come over him…he just knew that he needed his angel. Needed to hold him. His faultless cherub that would take away all the pain and stress.
“Stop it.” Uruha turned his head away, and pushed Aoi, feebly.
“What’s the matter?” Aoi purred, resting his lips against Uruha’s supple neck.
Uruha flinched, as if Aoi’s lips had just burnt him, and elbowed Aoi hard in the chest.
An overwhelming sense of anger bubbled up inside of Aoi, what was happening? This wasn’t right…why was Uruha resisting? No, no Aoi wasn’t having that. He needed Uruha.
He swung a punch at Uruha, knocking him to the ground.
“Why?” Aoi demanded, he straddled Uruha, gripping the front of Uruha’s leather vest. “Why are you doing this?”
Another punch…that felt good…he was letting go of all that pent up anger. He hit him again…four more times.
The red splashes of blood contrasted beautifully against Uruha’s snow-white skin. It stained Aoi’s clenched knuckles, but he didn’t care.
Uruha’s wet eyes practically sparkled, making Aoi want him more.
His hands moved away from Uruha’s face, travelling down his slender chest, he pulled the garment over Uruha’s head, the younger winced, noticeably.
“Don’t worry, angel.” Aoi murmured, kissing Uruha’s bloody lip, his neck, he bit down hard on his neck, Uruha let out a pained scream as Aoi branded the flawless neck.
Marking him. Making Uruha his.
Keeping his lips attached to Uruha’s neck, Aoi let his hands slide down Uruha’s body, nails digging into Uruha’s luscious skin.
He reached the front of the tiny short, fingers working on the zipper.
“No…please…don’t.” Uruha whimpered.
Aoi eased down the short, biting down on his lip as his angel’s full body was revealed before his hungry eyes.
Let his body be free of its imprisonment.
He spread Uruha’s milky thighs. Aoi unbuttoned the front of his trousers.
Uruha threw his head back, letting out a pained scream as Aoi pushed himself inside of Uruha.
Aoi ran his hand through the strands of golden sunshine, gripping and pulling on Uruha’s hair tightly.
Aoi slammed harder into Uruha’s tight heat, panting more with every harsh thrust, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
He feels so good. So…so tight.
As Aoi started to reach his orgasm his thrust became more sloppy, uncontrolled. Uruha’s piercing cries only egged Aoi on more.
So…beautiful.
A few more thrusts and Aoi came.
Uruha’s loud screech echoed around the room. Aoi pulled out of Uruha, traces of his blood staining Aoi’s softening member.
That’s when the cries started - loud, child-like, broken sobs. Aoi blinked, standing up and looking down at Uruha.
That’s when he snapped out of his daze.
“Oh fuck, no! Fucking fuck!” Aoi cursed loudly. He remembered who he was, a middle class citizen from a good, well-known family.
Sure he had a drinking problem…but that was no excuse. Uruha…this boy, he was a child.
A fucking child.
Aoi had raped him. There was no other way of looking at it. Abducted and abused him.
And why?
Because he was sick of his fucking life, he saw a pretty little lad and just wanted to escape by any means necessary. He envied the boy, young, carefree, beautiful. Too beautiful, but that didn’t matter, he was just a kid. Not even old enough to buy alcohol…
He left Uruha, bleeding and scared in one corner, and sat down on a dining chair in the other corner.
Shaking, he buried his head in hands. What the fuck could he do now?
Friday 10:50pm
Why…Why did this happen to me?
Uruha lay shivering in the corner. It had meant to be such a fun night, he was meant to meet up with his friends and dance and drink until early the next day. Why hadn’t they worried…why had no one come looking for him when he hadn’t turned up. If they’d just waited for him.
Uruha heard Aoi stand up, the chair creaking as he did so, and Uruha curled up tighter in his ball. He hurt all over; he could still feel the burn of Aoi’s semen, the rough feel of his hands.
Aoi came nearer, Uruha closed his eyes, wanting it to be a bad dream, he’d wake up…it’d be Saturday morning, he’d be back home at his mum’s house, hung-over and throwing up, but safe.
He heard Aoi apologizing.
Too late for that, you sick bastard.
“P-p-please…” Uruha’s voice came out, rough and broken from his previous screaming. He couldn’t even tell this pervert to go fuck himself.
“What am I supposed to do now?” He heard Aoi, presuming he was talking to himself.
Well what could Uruha say? What could he do? He couldn’t even move. The speckles of his own blood on his thighs made him want to throw up.
Aoi left him; he could hear the dark haired man rummaging around in a drawer.
How’d Uruha been so stupid? It was because Aoi looked pretty good-looking. God, Uruha had been so stupid. Since he could talk it’d been drilled into his head; ‘don’t take rides off strangers’, but no, once he hit 17 all responsibility had vanished.
He opened his eyes a little as he heard Aoi’s footsteps.
Aoi was holding a black object in his hand. Uruha froze, feeling sick to his stomach. A gun.
“I-I can’t just let things end like this.” Aoi told him, without looking at his killer’s face; Uruha could tell that he was crying. “I am so sorry, you really are beautiful.”
Uruha screwed his eyes shut as he heard the click of the gun, he thought of nice things to take him to heaven. His mum, his friends, smiling at him.
The sound of the bullet being released from the hand gun echoed around the area.
Then silence.
Uruha let out a breath…he was alive?
What the fuck?
He opened his eyes.
“Oh, holy shit!” He gasped, as his orbs took in the sight of the brunette’s corpse on the wooden floor next to him, blood gushing from a bullet wound in his head.
“I have to get out of here…” Uruha muttered to himself, on hands and knees, he dragged himself to Aoi’s landline, with a struggle he reached up and managed to grab it, he then punched in three numbers.
Saturday 00:00am
“Jesus, what the fuck happened here?” The young officer screwed his face up at the corpse in the middle of the room. He then noticed a naked teenage male huddled up in the corner. He assessed the situation pretty quickly.
“Manabu, we’re going to need some blankets in here - now! And call a doctor!”
“Byou -“
“Now Manabu!” The blonde officer growled. He took off his jacket, draping it around Uruha’s shaking shoulders. “Don’t worry kid, we’re going to get you out of here.”
Chapters: 1/1
Author: nowaki_nevaeh
Genre: Angst, drama
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Summary: “Just stop crying!” Aoi snapped, spinning round in his chair, long dark locks falling in front of his elfin face, features contorted. “Fucking stop...”
Disclaimer: Bitches ain't mine.
Friday 10:50pm
With shaking hands, Aoi lifted the lighter to his lips, setting alight the white stick. He inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine work it’s magic. His trembles began to cease - though not completely. His dark eyes closed as the grey mist escaped the smoky cavern of Aoi’s mouth.
Aoi’s dark eyebrows furrowed together as the whimpers coming from the other side of the dim one-roomed apartment, he reopened his eyes, being greeted by the sight of the vintage wallpaper, he stared at the bleak patterns, trying to think and assess the abnormal situation he’d just thrown himself into, and let out a deep sigh, the hiccupping sobs were breaking his thoughts, stabbing at his eardrums like countless pinpricks.
“Just stop crying!” Aoi snapped, spinning round in his chair, long dark locks falling in front of his elfin face, features contorted. “Fucking stop...” His voice cracked as his eyes fell on the bare, battered young boy curled up in a ball in the corner.
A sharp stab of guilt made his stomach clench; he dropped the cigarette in the glass ashtray and pulled himself up from the old pine chair.
He approached the young boy as if he was approaching a stray animal, carefully, unthreatening. He crouched down to his level.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, his voice reduced to a mere whisper. “I’m so sorry.” He reached out his arm to touch the latter, but the teen just curled up into a tighter ball, shivering, covering his bruised face with hands, his broken cries got louder.
“P-p-please…” The boy tried to speak, then gave up, as if he couldn’t even muster the energy to give a few short words.
Aoi straightened up; he felt a warm tear trickle down his cheek. “How the fuck did this happen, huh?” He looked down at the quivering body.
Friday 11:46am
The ear-splitting screech of Aoi’s telephone woke him up from a long, restless night.
Aoi groaned, blocking out the sound by burying his head under the pillow. The irritating sound stopped, and Aoi smiled slightly, maybe now he could get back to sleep, he gripped hold of the edge of his pillow, it was something he always tended to do.
“AOI! Aoi pick up this goddamn phone right now!” Aoi’s eyes snapped open as the answer phone message started playing. He quickly glanced at the bedside clock. 11:46. 11:47.
Fuck.
Aoi should have been at work hours ago.
“I’m sick of this Aoi, I told you: One more day off and you’re finished - fired! I don’t need lazy bastards like you at the office, not when there’s hundreds more slobs where you came from.”
Aoi rolled his eyes at his boss’s screaming. Aoi and his boss didn’t exactly see eye to eye, in fact they hated one and other with a passion.
Mr. Matsumoto - or Ruki as he was known to his colleagues, was one of the nastiest pieces of work that Aoi had ever came across, he was rude, vile…and just an all round nasty son of a bitch.
Aoi pulled himself out of bed, wincing as the harsh winter air hit his bare chest, Aoi only ever slept naked, he wore a suit five days a week and so he relished the nights when he could abandon the costume and just let his body be free of its fabricated imprisonment.
He pulled on an oversized jumper and walked over to the phone.
“Yeah, well you can stuff your fucking job up your arse.” Aoi spat, hitting the ‘delete’ button on the answer phone.
Aoi hated his job, he was over-worked and under shit-loads of stress. Ruki gave him twice as much work as the rest of his employers, but paid him less - he always found a reason to dock Aoi’s wages.
Probably because of the amount of times Aoi was late, Aoi had an alcohol addiction, as well as one for nicotine, so he was often hung-over in the mornings and was too busy throwing up to get to work on time, sometimes he just didn’t bother.
Life’s a bitch. Basically.
What a fucking cliché.
Aoi grabbed his lighter off the table and lit a cigarette; it was going to be a long day.
Friday 9:12pm
“Goddammit!” Aoi cursed throwing the empty box of cigarettes down on the floor - as if he’d run out already, it was still early evening, Aoi couldn’t go without a cigarette for the rest of the night.
The corner shop was practically empty at this time of evening - apart from a few drunken youths knocking back the lager just outside the automatic doors. Stupid kids, Aoi thought to himself as he approached the cashier, a young blonde haired lad, hair styled into various spikes. The guy had a mobile phone glued to his ear, a smile plastered across his face, as well as an odd piece of material obscuring his face - what the hell did he think he was, seriously?
“I know Kai, baby, I miss you too, but I’m off work in an hour.” He lowered his voice a little. “Then I’ll come over to your place and I’ll show how much I’ve been missing you.” A pause. A chuckle. “You naughty boy…”
Aoi sighed, showing the kid that he was irritated, but his mind wandered, when was the last time he’d been in a relationship? When was the last time he’d been laid? Too long, far too long…he figured sex might release some of this shitty tension.
“Are you going to serve me any time soon?” Aoi snapped.
The brat raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, and Aoi noticed the little tag pinned to his white shirt read “Reita. Here to help.” Well ‘Reita’ wasn’t doing a very good job of helping.
“Can I help you, sir?” He asked, mocking him, still attached to his mobile. The guy on the end of the line must have said something because Reita smirked, showing rows of perfectly white teeth.
Aoi pointed at the cigarette kiosk behind him. “Marlboro menthol.”
Reita grabbed the packet off the shelf and tossed it down on the counter.
Aoi paid and turned to leave.
“Have a good evening, sir.” Reita said, sweetly, yet menacingly.
Aoi reached the glass doors, they slid open automatically. “You too, kid. Oh, and make sure you use protection tonight, you never know who you’re boyfriend’s been fooling around with while you’ve been stuck here all evening.”
Friday 9:36pm
Aoi slammed his fist down on the horn of his car.
Buses. Aoi hated buses, more so that cocky store clerks. He was stuck behind one, a slow one, further more it was slowing down to let some old biddy get off.
Old people, another thing Aoi hated, they were slow like buses. Forget ‘respecting your elders’, they should respect that Aoi had to get somewhere.
She eventually hobbled off the bus and the bus drove away, just as Aoi was about the pass the bus stop he noticed something in his rear view mirror.
Some unlucky git running towards the bus stop, the bus driver must’ve been a cruel son of a bitch because he didn’t wait for him.
The stranger slowed down, Aoi watched him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath as he reached the stop.
It was then when he noticed how beautiful the male was, he was young. Must’ve been in his late teens, his hair was dyed blonde, though not bleach blonde like the clerk - no it looked like spun gold, blowing in the wind, making it fly above his head like a halo. He looked like an angel in fact - beautifully pale, flawless skin, pouty, pink lips. Huge eyes, like saucers, though Aoi couldn’t tell the exact colour from his tinted windows. Though the boy looked like an angel he was dressed provocatively. The black leather vest clung to his slender body, showing his navel. Most of his white thigh was exposed thanks to the black shorts, which were quite tight around the groin; Aoi couldn’t help but let his eyes fix on the area for a moment, unlike his skinny upper half, the blonde’s thighs were sexily curvy, and his arse...Aoi licked his lips. It was now or never.
He wound the window of his car down.
“Excuse me?”
The blonde looked startled for a minute. “Y-yes?”
Ah, so he was a timid one after all. Outfits could be deceiving.
“I noticed you missed your bus, are you heading into town? I am, if you need a lift.” Aoi gave him a sincere, ‘trust me’ me kind of smile.
The fair-haired angel smiled back, his smile was shy and cute. “Oh, could you? That’d be great.” He paused. “Only if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Aoi assured him. “Get in.”
As he we went round to get in the car, Aoi noticed his hitcher sliding a hand across the bonnet of his black BMW.
“Nice ride.” He nodded approvingly, pulling the door closed and fastening his seatbelt. It was then when Aoi noticed the colour of his eyes; they looked like little pools of honey, and were outlined with smoky grey make-up, making them look sensual and seductive.
“Thanks.” Aoi smiled back. “So, where’re you heading?”
“You know that new club - Atomic? There. I’m late as hell though.”
“No way!” Aoi faked surprised. “That’s where I was going, meeting some friends of mine. Yeah, I can take you there.”
The boy tilted his head to one side, smirking. “Aren’t you a little old to go there?”
“Aren’t you a little young?” Aoi retorted. “Besides, I’m only 30. How old are you?”
“Touché.” The boy laughed, crossing one long leg over the other. “I’m seventeen.”
“My names Aoi by the way.” Aoi reached under his seat and fumbled around in this bag.
“I’m Uruha.”
Uruha; the name of an angel.
“Aw shit.” Aoi swore. “I forgot my wallet. Mind if we turn round?”
“Sure, why not.” Uruha shrugged a shoulder. “I’m already late.”
Friday 9:58pm
Aoi stopped the car, pulling the key out of the ignition. Uruha had seemed to have warmed to him in the short journey.
Uruha could talk for the world; Aoi smiled to himself, his angel was so genuine, so sweet. Yet so unsure of himself - why did he think he had to dress the way he did? With the make-up, the fancy hair, the revealing clothes. He had such a kind, endearing personality; he didn’t need to make himself look like something he wasn’t.
“Do you want to come in for ten minutes? Have a drink?”
“Yeah, ok.”
That was easier than Aoi had thought it would be, he wasn’t sure what he’d have done if Uruha had refused - he might have had to take him, right there in the car, less than 10 feet away from Aoi’s apartment.
Aoi made sure to lock the door once Uruha had entered, they both took off their shoes.
“Dude, what’s up with your wallpaper?”
Aoi laughed. “It was like that when I moved in.” He edged closer to Uruha, face inches away from the latter’s. “You don’t like it?”
Uruha stepped backwards, back hitting the wall. Aoi moved closer, terminating the distance between them.
“W-what’re you doing?” Uruha stammered, as Aoi stroked Uruha’s cheek, his skin…it was so soft, like velvet.
So perfect.
“You’re beautiful.” Aoi breathed, he didn’t know what’d come over him…he just knew that he needed his angel. Needed to hold him. His faultless cherub that would take away all the pain and stress.
“Stop it.” Uruha turned his head away, and pushed Aoi, feebly.
“What’s the matter?” Aoi purred, resting his lips against Uruha’s supple neck.
Uruha flinched, as if Aoi’s lips had just burnt him, and elbowed Aoi hard in the chest.
An overwhelming sense of anger bubbled up inside of Aoi, what was happening? This wasn’t right…why was Uruha resisting? No, no Aoi wasn’t having that. He needed Uruha.
He swung a punch at Uruha, knocking him to the ground.
“Why?” Aoi demanded, he straddled Uruha, gripping the front of Uruha’s leather vest. “Why are you doing this?”
Another punch…that felt good…he was letting go of all that pent up anger. He hit him again…four more times.
The red splashes of blood contrasted beautifully against Uruha’s snow-white skin. It stained Aoi’s clenched knuckles, but he didn’t care.
Uruha’s wet eyes practically sparkled, making Aoi want him more.
His hands moved away from Uruha’s face, travelling down his slender chest, he pulled the garment over Uruha’s head, the younger winced, noticeably.
“Don’t worry, angel.” Aoi murmured, kissing Uruha’s bloody lip, his neck, he bit down hard on his neck, Uruha let out a pained scream as Aoi branded the flawless neck.
Marking him. Making Uruha his.
Keeping his lips attached to Uruha’s neck, Aoi let his hands slide down Uruha’s body, nails digging into Uruha’s luscious skin.
He reached the front of the tiny short, fingers working on the zipper.
“No…please…don’t.” Uruha whimpered.
Aoi eased down the short, biting down on his lip as his angel’s full body was revealed before his hungry eyes.
Let his body be free of its imprisonment.
He spread Uruha’s milky thighs. Aoi unbuttoned the front of his trousers.
Uruha threw his head back, letting out a pained scream as Aoi pushed himself inside of Uruha.
Aoi ran his hand through the strands of golden sunshine, gripping and pulling on Uruha’s hair tightly.
Aoi slammed harder into Uruha’s tight heat, panting more with every harsh thrust, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
He feels so good. So…so tight.
As Aoi started to reach his orgasm his thrust became more sloppy, uncontrolled. Uruha’s piercing cries only egged Aoi on more.
So…beautiful.
A few more thrusts and Aoi came.
Uruha’s loud screech echoed around the room. Aoi pulled out of Uruha, traces of his blood staining Aoi’s softening member.
That’s when the cries started - loud, child-like, broken sobs. Aoi blinked, standing up and looking down at Uruha.
That’s when he snapped out of his daze.
“Oh fuck, no! Fucking fuck!” Aoi cursed loudly. He remembered who he was, a middle class citizen from a good, well-known family.
Sure he had a drinking problem…but that was no excuse. Uruha…this boy, he was a child.
A fucking child.
Aoi had raped him. There was no other way of looking at it. Abducted and abused him.
And why?
Because he was sick of his fucking life, he saw a pretty little lad and just wanted to escape by any means necessary. He envied the boy, young, carefree, beautiful. Too beautiful, but that didn’t matter, he was just a kid. Not even old enough to buy alcohol…
He left Uruha, bleeding and scared in one corner, and sat down on a dining chair in the other corner.
Shaking, he buried his head in hands. What the fuck could he do now?
Friday 10:50pm
Why…Why did this happen to me?
Uruha lay shivering in the corner. It had meant to be such a fun night, he was meant to meet up with his friends and dance and drink until early the next day. Why hadn’t they worried…why had no one come looking for him when he hadn’t turned up. If they’d just waited for him.
Uruha heard Aoi stand up, the chair creaking as he did so, and Uruha curled up tighter in his ball. He hurt all over; he could still feel the burn of Aoi’s semen, the rough feel of his hands.
Aoi came nearer, Uruha closed his eyes, wanting it to be a bad dream, he’d wake up…it’d be Saturday morning, he’d be back home at his mum’s house, hung-over and throwing up, but safe.
He heard Aoi apologizing.
Too late for that, you sick bastard.
“P-p-please…” Uruha’s voice came out, rough and broken from his previous screaming. He couldn’t even tell this pervert to go fuck himself.
“What am I supposed to do now?” He heard Aoi, presuming he was talking to himself.
Well what could Uruha say? What could he do? He couldn’t even move. The speckles of his own blood on his thighs made him want to throw up.
Aoi left him; he could hear the dark haired man rummaging around in a drawer.
How’d Uruha been so stupid? It was because Aoi looked pretty good-looking. God, Uruha had been so stupid. Since he could talk it’d been drilled into his head; ‘don’t take rides off strangers’, but no, once he hit 17 all responsibility had vanished.
He opened his eyes a little as he heard Aoi’s footsteps.
Aoi was holding a black object in his hand. Uruha froze, feeling sick to his stomach. A gun.
“I-I can’t just let things end like this.” Aoi told him, without looking at his killer’s face; Uruha could tell that he was crying. “I am so sorry, you really are beautiful.”
Uruha screwed his eyes shut as he heard the click of the gun, he thought of nice things to take him to heaven. His mum, his friends, smiling at him.
The sound of the bullet being released from the hand gun echoed around the area.
Then silence.
Uruha let out a breath…he was alive?
What the fuck?
He opened his eyes.
“Oh, holy shit!” He gasped, as his orbs took in the sight of the brunette’s corpse on the wooden floor next to him, blood gushing from a bullet wound in his head.
“I have to get out of here…” Uruha muttered to himself, on hands and knees, he dragged himself to Aoi’s landline, with a struggle he reached up and managed to grab it, he then punched in three numbers.
Saturday 00:00am
“Jesus, what the fuck happened here?” The young officer screwed his face up at the corpse in the middle of the room. He then noticed a naked teenage male huddled up in the corner. He assessed the situation pretty quickly.
“Manabu, we’re going to need some blankets in here - now! And call a doctor!”
“Byou -“
“Now Manabu!” The blonde officer growled. He took off his jacket, draping it around Uruha’s shaking shoulders. “Don’t worry kid, we’re going to get you out of here.”