Odd Ends - Chapter 8 [The Gazette - Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki]
Title: Odd Ends
Author: Pelting_Rain
Rating: PG15 for this chapter
Genre: Slight Humour/ Romance/ AU/ Fluff/ Angst/ High School/ Rape- underage (overally)
Chapter: Chapter 8/?
Warnings: Rape, Double penetration ( overally)
Band[s]: the GazettE
Pairing[s]: ReitaxRuki/ Aoi X Uruha
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story.
Synopsis:
Aoi is your typical poor teenager whom enrolls in a rich school. His pathetic life is turned entirely around when he becomes the Tyrant's personal maid, and get involves with his friends a little too deeply.
Comments: I wasn't tooo satisfied with this chapter, but I really like how the story progresses *winks* I've got plenty much tragedy coming up! teehee. so, enjoy and comment!
Uruha sat Aoi on his lap carefully, grimacing as Aoi let out a whimper at the pain. The brunette was shivering violently, blood staining the white towel wrapped around him. Uruha leaned him against his chest, caressing his wet strands. The blonde made sure to be gentle, however furious he was at the moment. If it wasn’t for Aoi, he would have castrated those three thugs then and there. But he wasn’t going to do that. At least, now for now. Aoi needed him. Uruha could still feel the tears streaming down Aoi’s cheeks, wetting his white shirt. But he didn’t care. All he knew was that HIS Aoi was hurt. His heart broke at how the usual strong teen cried silently.
“ Its okay, its okay. I’m here, dear.” Uruha whispered comforting words softly into Aoi’s ears, calming him down substantially. Reita peered into the back seat of the Mercedes worriedly. Uruha gave him a small nod, before he continued to comfort Aoi. Reita smiled assuringly, before waving for the driver to drive on. He couldn’t leave at the moment; he had certain things to settle.
Uruha blew softly into Aoi’s ears, the result surprisingly well. His mother had always done this to him in the past, when he couldn’t stop crying. It was slightly ticklish, but it felt comfortable. Just like what Uruha had done in the past, Aoi started getting sleepy. The tears stopped flowing instantly, only to leave visible stains on the pale face. Aoi snuggled comfortably into Uruha’s hold, slowly drifting into dream land. He was sure the nightmares would haunt him, but it didn’t matter now. He knew he was safe in Uruha’s hold, he knew Uruha would be there for him. He wouldn’t know what to do if the blonde left him. Now, Uruha was his only hope, and that moment, he knew Uruha was the only one he needed, for the rest of his life.
Reita’s expression turned grim as the Mercedes drove around. He was glad he had called along some of the more experienced Yakuza’s, and of course Uruha’s driver. And true to his own words, he blamed himself thoroughly for what happened that night. But now wasn’t the time. Turning around, he looked completely murderous, leaving the three thugs cowering into the dead grip of the Suzuki Yakuza’s. He looked even scarier than Uruha in this state, with his emotionless face and the fists clenched. His legs were spread, ready to kick out and kill if anyone of them tried running away. He felt he could crush the skulls of anyone who tried even touching him. But this wasn’t something he experienced oftenly. Uruha loved Aoi like nothing else. It was the first time his best friend had truly loved something with all his might, and Reita observed how differently he treated Aoi compared to others. Reita knew, that Aoi was the only one who could ever brighten up Uruha’s life now, just like how Ruki brighten up his. Aoi was Uruha’s Sun.
And now, all the perfect images were shattered. Just by three pathetic teens. Reita spat venomously on the floor. Given the security of the city, no one would even turn and look. Closing in menacingly, Reita cracked his knuckles and jogged on the spot.
“ Say, should I castrate you?” Reita threatened Jacob right in the face.
The leader shook his head vigorously, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
“ Oh I’m sure Uruha would like that.” And for the first time, an evil smirk spread across Reita’s face.
The other two started to cry as well, murmuring for forgiveness and all kind of shit. Reita shooked his head as he stared at his victims. Pity? Nope. They don’t deserve any. They shouldn’t have tried anything funny under Reita’s nose in the first place. No one pisses the Suzuki’s off, and gets away with it. Sometimes, they do. But with a broken leg, or a severed arm. And that gave Reita an idea.
“ Nah. I wont castrate you. That’s too Cliché.” Reita pursed his lips, as if deep in thoughts.
The Jacob heaved a sigh of relief at the statement. Whatever it was, he needed his balls. But he wouldn’t try raping any person related to them rich people again.
“ Perhaps a damaged skull or being paralysed for the lower half of the body would help.” Reita grinned, winking teasingly at them.
Jacob’s jaw fell open, while Daniel fainted over at the thought of it. The Yakuza holding the accomplice struggled to keep the heavy teen up straight. Reita shook his head, clucking his tongue.
“ So, Jacob. Hammer? Or pliers?”
“ Aoi… Aoi, wake up.” Aoi heard Uruha’s gentle voice ringing in his sensitive ears. He felt a slight tug on his sleeve. He raised his hands up to rub at his eyes, feeling dried tears on his cheeks. And he realized his blindfold was removed. Uruha thought it better for Aoi to wake up to him, rather than darkness. Aoi’s eyes were aching like hell, suggesting that he had been crying for the past hour. Blinking furiously, he looked up to face a worried-looking Uruha. And the memories for the previous events flashbacked. A serious headache shot through his brains. He smacked his forehead repeatedly, trying to hit the pain away. Uruha panicked at what Aoi was trying to do, and his hand shot up to prevent Aoi from damaging his forehead any further.
“ Darling, darling don’t hit yourself…” Uruha voiced out softly, ignoring how much his heart hurt. Aoi closed his eyes momentarily, before the tears started again. Uruha bit his lips, not knowing what to do. And he went with his instincts. Uruha wrapped his arms tightly around Aoi, almost squeezing the life out of him.
“ I love you.” Uruha whispered in Aoi’s ears, and Aoi stopped crying. He felt the Earth stop turning, and everything else move in slow motion. All he could hear was the sound of his heart thumping against his chest, all he could feel was how Uruha held him tightly in his arms, and all he could think of what Uruha whispered to him.
I love you.
Uruha loved him. Aoi’d head started spinning. The headache was gone, however. Distracted by another mix of feelings. This was definitely not expected. Uruha had never showed signs of liking Aoi, or had he? No, he had. It had always been there. The looks he got form Uruha, the way Uruha speaks to Aoi, and the way Uruha’s holding him now. And it all narrows down to one conclusion: Uruha loved him. Aoi was the idiot for not noticing it. But on second thoughts, he did. It was like a coma, he could feel it, but refused to believe it. And the blonde’s feelings, they were all stashed away in a part of his heart, ignored, unappreciated.
And now, Aoi had to face another question. Did HE love Uruha? he wasn’t sure. He did enjoy his time with the blonde, not to mention how Uruha would be helpless without him. And what about the thoughts he bore back in the alley? The headache came back, twice as painful. But Aoi ignored it. All he was thinking of, was Uruha. does that mean anything? He needed time. and he understood that Uruha would allow him that condition.
His vision started to return to normal, and he could still feel Uruha’s warm chest. It was so comfortable, and safe. Uruha released his hold on Aoi slightly, only to be pulled back harshly.
“ Don’t. Leave me.” Aoi whimpered, afraid that the blonde would leave and never come back. Uruha smiled gently.
“ I won’t, Aoi darling, I never will. But we need to get you washed up, dear.” Uruha regained his hold on Aoi, slowly guiding him out of the car. Towards the door, Uruha placed his hands on Aoi’s head so that the brunette wouldn’t hit his head. Behind him, Kuro smiled awkwardly. He hadn’t any idea what happened, but he was surprised at the gentleness his master had shown towards this young man. He hadn’t seen the warmth in him for years, and Kuro hoped that Aoi would continue bringing smiles to Uruha’s face.
It had started drizzling, and Kuro held the large umbrella above their heads, not minding that he was wet himself. Uruha was surprised at the sudden shelter, but nodded in appreciation in return when the rain got bigger. With Aoi in his firm hold, he continued slowly into the mansion, careful not to slip in the small puddles of water.
Upon reaching the sheltered lobby, he was met with Kyoko and other female servants. Kyoko looked at the mess Aoi was in and gasped in shocked. It wasn’t long before she realized what happened and ordered the maids to help carry Aoi in. Aoi started shaking violently as one of the servants move to touch him. Uruha shook his head firmly, deciding that he should be the one taking care of the brunette. Nodding in understanding, Kyoko and the others stood to the side, giving way for their young master to enter.
Aoi wasn’t light, judging by his age. But Uruha didn’t feel exhausted whatsoever even after he carried him all the way up the second floor into the bedroom. Aoi still had tears in his eyes as Uruha placed him gently onto the luxurious bed, the white sheet staining red fast. Uruha frowned. Aoi was still bleeding.
Leaving for the bathroom, Aoi pulled him back again. Uruha raised his eyebrows, only to lower them when realization dawned on him. Aoi couldn’t bear Uruha leaving him.
“ I won’t leave…I need to run the water, is that alright?” Uruha bent down and spoke softly. Aoi’s ears were still sensitive, and he wouldn’t allow anything loud to break Aoi down.
Aoi nodded slowly, but continued to maintain a death grip on Uruha’s sleeve. He knew he had to get himself washed up, but he didn’t feel safe without Uruha around. Now, he could only trust the blonde. Uruha sighed in understanding.
Wrapping his left arm over the shoulder and hooking his right arms gently under Aoi’s legs, he carried him bridal-style into the large washroom. He laughed quietly himself at how he had carried Aoi this way around the district the whole day. He didn’t mind though. Just treat it as a practice when they were married in the future. And if they were ever married, Uruha was so going to be the bridegroom.
Uruha placed a cushion on the toilet seat, before sitting Aoi down carefully. Aoi hissed in pain, biting his lip to keep from whimpering. Uruha stared at his broken future-lover painfully. Oh wait. Future-lover? That was proceeding too fast. But then again, Aoi didn’t object or struggle when Uruha confessed did he? Aoi caught a glimpse of a smile threatening to explode on Uruha’s face. He just couldn’t get what the blonde was thinking. But it wasn’t the time anyway.
Uruha locked the bathroom door, not wanting anyone to barge in on them at the moment. If anyone Aoi wasn’t close with approached him, he’d just flinch and go hysterical again. Uruha made a mental note to himself to be more careful in future. As he ran warm water in the basin, he couldn’t help but start feeling guilty for what happened to Aoi. If he hadn’t talk to Reita, and followed Aoi instead, this wouldn’t have happened. If he had beaten the crap out of those three thugs instead, this wouldn’t have happened. His Aoi wouldn’t be raped, and the brunette would have been kicking and jumping at this moment. He blamed himself for all these. It was his fault.
Disappearing deep in his own dark thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the water overflowing in the basin. Aoi blinked in surprise at Uruha’s lack of attention.
“ Um…Uruha?” Aoi nudged Uruha from across with his index finger. Uruha blinked in surprise, cursing as the end of his jeans got wet from the water. Rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed a clean washcloth and submerged it into the water, making sure it was fully wet. Aoi frowned. He knew that this incident hit Uruha as hard, and no doubt the blonde was mentally torturing himself. But Aoi wouldn’t blame him, nor would he blame Reita. It was his own fault for not paying attention and taking care of himself well. Who was he to push the blame to other? They didn’t deserve it. It was all unfair.
Uruha twisted the cloth dry when he was satisfied with how warm it was. Spreading it out, he moved to kneel in front of Aoi. This is it. He eyed the towel wrapping across Aoi’s abdomen nervously. He had to remove the towel in order to clean Aoi. And Aoi wasn’t dressed from waist on. He’d get to see Aoi half naked, on the bottom. Oh God. Swallowing thickly, he looked up into Aoi’s dark orbs. Strange. He hadn’t notice how beautiful they were. Sighing, he was glad that he still had the chance to learn more about him, to spend his life with him. he swore he’d murder the entire city if Aoi was further injured by the three idiots. Aoi, seemingly knowing what Uruha wanted to do, hesitated.
He had to take of his towel, his only protection. If it was anyone else, it would be a definite NO, even if it risk him having an infection. He had just felt himself being ripped apart moments ago, and now he was going to be cleaned on the wound? He almost started crying at the memory at the pain. But then again, it was Uruha. Uruha, who had taken care of him ever since they found him, Uruha, who had held him so gently yet protectively, and Uruha, who loved him. That was all it took to convince Aoi. The teen nodded his head unsurely, giving Uruha an assuring smile. He almost laughed out loud at the irony of the matter. A day ago, Uruha would have died to see Aoi naked on the bottom half. And now, Uruha himself was afraid of unwrapping the towel. But again, does that mean that Aoi had noticed Uruha’s lust for him? Aoi sighed, stashing those thoughts away.
Uruha’s lips thinned at the nod Aoi gave him. It was a yes, it was an approval. Uruha wanted to jump and shout “ FUCK YES!” right then, which he was exactly doing in his mind. But he figured out he’ll probably brag about it in the future when Aoi gets over the matter. Swallowing again, Uruha wiped the perspiration on his forehead off. He hadn’t notice that he had started to perspire. Damn. Aoi’s really got his ways to spice up Uruha. Holding his breath, he moved to the edge of the towel, carefully removing it. Aoi held his breath as well, for no particular reason except for the nervousness he was facing.
As if it took eternity, the towel was finally removed and Uruha didn’t stare like he expected himself to. Instead, he smiled gently at Aoi. He couldn’t bear to think of what Aoi had been through. Double penetration on the first try? Those guys were fucking insane. Uruha almost boiled with rage by the fact that they took away Aoi’s virginity. It was supposed to be his! Trying hard to ignore that, Uruha looked at Aoi again, waiting for him to allow Uruha to move on. Aoi nodded solemnly, his expression unreadable. Uruha frowned. Whatever he was going to do, he had to be real gentle. The entrance is going to be really sensitive.
Reaching over on the basin for the wet cloth, he knelt down in front of Aoi, taking his hands into his. Aoi gave a start, and stared at Uruha for the intimate action. Uruha noticed that Aoi’s hands were cold, and he did something he had wanted to do since he fell for Aoi. Uruha got on his knees, and placed a loving kiss on Aoi’s sweaty forehead. And Aoi’s eyes widened considerably. His heart thumped at the action, almost forgetting all the pain and humiliation he had endured. The familiar warmth crept up his face, tinting his cheeks bright red. He couldn’t believe Uruha kissed him. A few days ago, he’d have punched Uruha square in the face. But now, he couldn’t do anything but allow Uruha to work his magic on him. And for a moment, Aoi really thought that Uruha had magic powers. He felt like he was in heaven. It was just a simple kiss, not even on the lips. But because it was Uruha, because it was someone he liked. And there was it. The confession. Aoi had managed to finally consider the idea. He liked Uruha, he wasn’t too sure. But he believed that with time, blooming love wouldn’t remain an impossible idea.
Uruha pulled himself lightly away from Aoi, caressing his cheeks sweetly and looking at him tenderly. He could stay like this forever, eye to eye with the one he loved. But unfortunately, they had more important stuffs to settle at the moment. Uruha gave Aoi one last look, and he was certain he saw determination in Aoi’s eyes. The kiss had done its job. Aoi was relaxed, and Uruha allowed himself to finally start the cleansing.
At the first touch of the cloth to Aoi’s entrance, the brunette hissed and bit his lip in agony. Uruha placed his other hand comfortingly on Aoi’s chest, leaning him back such that he had clearer view of the entrance. Uruha raised his hand higher to Aoi’s cheeks, trailing over his jawbone to the ears, before a second touch to the entrance. The reaction Aoi gave this time was milder, and Uruha continued distracting him with the soft, feather-like touches. Uruha noticed how Aoi shut his eyes from time to time in slight agony, but mostly from how Uruha’s fingertips danced over his slightly exposed chest. His face was flushed, and Uruha’s pants got tighter from time to time indelibrately. Uruha hit himself mentally, biting his lip to forget the images of Aoi in bed, under him. But the fact that Aoi was hard as well spurred him on.
Taking a deep breath, Uruha increased the speed of his actions, trying to reduce the amount of pain Aoi was enduring at the same time. He had to complete the job fast, before he lose control of himself. He had to remind himself that Aoi was underage. Just half a year more…he reminded himself that he had so long a time to make Aoi his, and after that, he would consider bringing Aoi on a honeymoon. He smiled at the thought, the sweetness of the idea making his erection disappear. He heaved a sigh of relief, until he started thinking of what they could do on the honeymoon. A horny Uruha and a inhumanely sexy Aoi, alone by themselves, in a room, a bed, no lights. DAMN. His dick sprang to life again, and he tried to stop himself from headesking on the toilet seat.
In no time, Aoi was cleaned, but the entrance was still damaged. He scratched the back of his head worriedly. They needed to seek help from an experienced doctor. Even if the entrance was cleaned, they still had to check if anything was severely damaged, and of course, Aids. Uruha sighed at the thought of it. He knew he could easily hire a family doctor and not let word get out, but convincing Aoi was a problem. So far, Aoi wouldn’t let anyone near him other than Uruha himself. But he decided that he’d leave that for later. They needed rest. It was a particularly long day, and Uruha hoped that Aoi would feel better in the morning.
“ Alright! That’s about it.” Uruha announced gently to Aoi. He was in a dizzy state, possibly from the sleepiness. Throwing the bloodied cloth to a side, he unclogged the basin, letting the water flow. He washed his hands, before turning around to guide Aoi out to the bedroom. But the brunette refused to move. Uruha shot him a puzzled look.
“ Sh- shower.” Aoi murmured nervously. He needed one before he slept. He felt sticky, and most importantly, dirty. As the image of him being held down and treated as a random sex toy floated into his mind, he started rubbing his hands all over. Uruha panicked at the action, only to understand the reason later. He nodded his head and guided Aoi into the shower. He had second thoughts about it. Aoi wasn’t strong or stable enough to stand by himself. Smiling warmly to the brunette, Uruha led Aoi over to the bathtub, settling him on his legs again. This time, Aoi was fully conscious, and blushed furiously.
Uruha smiled at how shy the other could be, before running the water. Feeling the temperature, he adjusted the knobs of the hot and cold pipes until the warmth was just right. He was particular about things when it came to Aoi. Job done, he turned Aoi carefully in his lap, so that the raped teen was facing the blonde. Hands coming up to cup Aoi’s cheeks, Uruha felt his forehead affectionately. However much he hated the rapists for the incident, he was certain that this had definitely brought Aoi and him closer. It was a stepping stone for the success of their relationship. Aoi looked away, trying to stare at anywhere except for Uruha. The look Uruha gave him was filled with complete love. But Aoi wasn’t sure he could actually accept that. He noticed Uruha’s face fell, before brightening up again. Uruha understood that Aoi needed time, but he was glad that Aoi had accepted his love. And now, all Uruha can do is to wait for Aoi’s return of the mutual feeling.
The water level rose quickly, and Uruha turned off the tap. He turned to wait for the affirmative nod from Aoi, but the other was already taking off his shirt slowly. Uruha smiled and shook his head, before helping the other in taking off the clothing. Now, it was Uruha’s turn to blush. He was seeing Aoi fully naked, before Aoi barged in on him. Not that he mind, anyway. This time, he couldn’t take his eyes off the image in front of him. Aoi was b-e-a-utiful. The curve of his ass, and the slim waist he possessed, any female would kill to have his figure. Uruha cleared his throat nervously. It wasn’t the time for such things. He practically giggled aloud at the list of things he could do after Aoi got over this incident.
He stood up as well, helping Aoi into the warm water. The brunette winced slightly as his bottom touched the ground of the bathtub. It was still painful, but he had started to adapt to the agony. Uruha sat beside him, plainly staring at his future-lover. He started to like this name a lot. But Aoi wasn’t doing anything, and he turned to look expectantly at Uruha. Uruha raised his eyebrows in question, before doing a double taking at what Aoi was waiting for him to do. Uruha, stay calm. Think clearly, your reputation’s all in your hands.
“ Umm…well…lemme get this clear, you couldn’t bath yourself so…” Uruha trailed off when he received a Get-the-fuck-in-here look from Aoi.
“ Ohh hell.” He gave up all his pride and dignity for this once, before stripping swiftly. The clothes went off in a blink of an eye and Uruha was fully naked instantly. Aoi suppressed a laugh at how eager Uruha was yet refusing to show it. Aoi moved in front slightly, making space for Uruha to slide in behind him. He was glad that the bathtub was big enough for at least three people, or they’d probably end up in a tangling mess. Aoi felt his cock twitch as Uruha’s dick tickled the small of his back. Uruha made sure not to touch anywhere near Aoi’s entrance, and started scrubbing his back gently.
Aoi bit back a moan as Uruha applied shower foam on his back. The skilled fingers working over his shoulder knots, Uruha realizing how tensed Aoi had been all along. The hands moved forward to Aoi’s chest, pushing him back such that he was leaning comfortable on Uruha’s chest. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Uruha brushed carelessly over his nipples. Being with Uruha never fails to make him forget the most important of things. And for the moment, he shut his mind off, only listening to Uruha’s steady heartbeat, and the feeling of hands working over his chest and stomach.
“ Kayy. You’re all cleaned up, Aoi!” Uruha smiled cheerfully, trying to keep as gentle as possible with Aoi. Uruha threw the towel which he had cleaned him and Aoi up aside, dressing up Aoi swiftly. The last thing he wanted was to take care of a raped, and sick Aoi. He led him slowly out into the bedroom, onto the bed. Aoi was making great improvement, that is, only with Uruha. But that was the most he could ask for. Aoi surprised Uruha by trying to leave the bed in the direction of his own mattress, but Uruha prevented him from doing so.
“ Oh, no you don’t. Like it or not, you’re sleeping with me.” Uruha told him firmly, delightfulness evident in his voice. Seems like Uruha’s got his share of joy. Aoi threw his hands up in amusement before laying down carefully. Uruha supported his back while fluffing the pillow for better leverage. Discarding the slightly tainted blanket, Uruha replaced it with a new one, covering Aoi’s figure with it. He smoothed out the wrinkles, reminded of how Aoi did the same for him previously. He smiled at the sweet memory, arousing the curiosity of the mentioned brunette.
Aoi carefully turned his body sideways for a more comfortable position, ignoring the dip of the matress as Uruha got into bed. He hadn’t notice anything until he felt strong arms around his middle. He gave a start, but relaxed when he assured himself it was just Uruha. He remembered how he used to struggle in the past, but not anymore. He leaned back into Uruha’s hold, the blonde’s arms tightening around him possessively. Aoi sighed as Uruha breathed in the scent of the shower foam on his neck. He giggled softly, Uruha’s soft strands tickling the sensitive spot on his neck.
Uruha smiled in satisfaction as Aoi showed no sense of struggling. He had never felt so peaceful, nor so complete in his life. And that moment, he knew he was never going to let Aoi go, no matter what it takes.
Uruha would never let Aoi leave him.
Author: Pelting_Rain
Rating: PG15 for this chapter
Genre: Slight Humour/ Romance/ AU/ Fluff/ Angst/ High School/ Rape- underage (overally)
Chapter: Chapter 8/?
Warnings: Rape, Double penetration ( overally)
Band[s]: the GazettE
Pairing[s]: ReitaxRuki/ Aoi X Uruha
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story.
Synopsis:
Aoi is your typical poor teenager whom enrolls in a rich school. His pathetic life is turned entirely around when he becomes the Tyrant's personal maid, and get involves with his friends a little too deeply.
Comments: I wasn't tooo satisfied with this chapter, but I really like how the story progresses *winks* I've got plenty much tragedy coming up! teehee. so, enjoy and comment!
Uruha sat Aoi on his lap carefully, grimacing as Aoi let out a whimper at the pain. The brunette was shivering violently, blood staining the white towel wrapped around him. Uruha leaned him against his chest, caressing his wet strands. The blonde made sure to be gentle, however furious he was at the moment. If it wasn’t for Aoi, he would have castrated those three thugs then and there. But he wasn’t going to do that. At least, now for now. Aoi needed him. Uruha could still feel the tears streaming down Aoi’s cheeks, wetting his white shirt. But he didn’t care. All he knew was that HIS Aoi was hurt. His heart broke at how the usual strong teen cried silently.
“ Its okay, its okay. I’m here, dear.” Uruha whispered comforting words softly into Aoi’s ears, calming him down substantially. Reita peered into the back seat of the Mercedes worriedly. Uruha gave him a small nod, before he continued to comfort Aoi. Reita smiled assuringly, before waving for the driver to drive on. He couldn’t leave at the moment; he had certain things to settle.
Uruha blew softly into Aoi’s ears, the result surprisingly well. His mother had always done this to him in the past, when he couldn’t stop crying. It was slightly ticklish, but it felt comfortable. Just like what Uruha had done in the past, Aoi started getting sleepy. The tears stopped flowing instantly, only to leave visible stains on the pale face. Aoi snuggled comfortably into Uruha’s hold, slowly drifting into dream land. He was sure the nightmares would haunt him, but it didn’t matter now. He knew he was safe in Uruha’s hold, he knew Uruha would be there for him. He wouldn’t know what to do if the blonde left him. Now, Uruha was his only hope, and that moment, he knew Uruha was the only one he needed, for the rest of his life.
Reita’s expression turned grim as the Mercedes drove around. He was glad he had called along some of the more experienced Yakuza’s, and of course Uruha’s driver. And true to his own words, he blamed himself thoroughly for what happened that night. But now wasn’t the time. Turning around, he looked completely murderous, leaving the three thugs cowering into the dead grip of the Suzuki Yakuza’s. He looked even scarier than Uruha in this state, with his emotionless face and the fists clenched. His legs were spread, ready to kick out and kill if anyone of them tried running away. He felt he could crush the skulls of anyone who tried even touching him. But this wasn’t something he experienced oftenly. Uruha loved Aoi like nothing else. It was the first time his best friend had truly loved something with all his might, and Reita observed how differently he treated Aoi compared to others. Reita knew, that Aoi was the only one who could ever brighten up Uruha’s life now, just like how Ruki brighten up his. Aoi was Uruha’s Sun.
And now, all the perfect images were shattered. Just by three pathetic teens. Reita spat venomously on the floor. Given the security of the city, no one would even turn and look. Closing in menacingly, Reita cracked his knuckles and jogged on the spot.
“ Say, should I castrate you?” Reita threatened Jacob right in the face.
The leader shook his head vigorously, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
“ Oh I’m sure Uruha would like that.” And for the first time, an evil smirk spread across Reita’s face.
The other two started to cry as well, murmuring for forgiveness and all kind of shit. Reita shooked his head as he stared at his victims. Pity? Nope. They don’t deserve any. They shouldn’t have tried anything funny under Reita’s nose in the first place. No one pisses the Suzuki’s off, and gets away with it. Sometimes, they do. But with a broken leg, or a severed arm. And that gave Reita an idea.
“ Nah. I wont castrate you. That’s too Cliché.” Reita pursed his lips, as if deep in thoughts.
The Jacob heaved a sigh of relief at the statement. Whatever it was, he needed his balls. But he wouldn’t try raping any person related to them rich people again.
“ Perhaps a damaged skull or being paralysed for the lower half of the body would help.” Reita grinned, winking teasingly at them.
Jacob’s jaw fell open, while Daniel fainted over at the thought of it. The Yakuza holding the accomplice struggled to keep the heavy teen up straight. Reita shook his head, clucking his tongue.
“ So, Jacob. Hammer? Or pliers?”
“ Aoi… Aoi, wake up.” Aoi heard Uruha’s gentle voice ringing in his sensitive ears. He felt a slight tug on his sleeve. He raised his hands up to rub at his eyes, feeling dried tears on his cheeks. And he realized his blindfold was removed. Uruha thought it better for Aoi to wake up to him, rather than darkness. Aoi’s eyes were aching like hell, suggesting that he had been crying for the past hour. Blinking furiously, he looked up to face a worried-looking Uruha. And the memories for the previous events flashbacked. A serious headache shot through his brains. He smacked his forehead repeatedly, trying to hit the pain away. Uruha panicked at what Aoi was trying to do, and his hand shot up to prevent Aoi from damaging his forehead any further.
“ Darling, darling don’t hit yourself…” Uruha voiced out softly, ignoring how much his heart hurt. Aoi closed his eyes momentarily, before the tears started again. Uruha bit his lips, not knowing what to do. And he went with his instincts. Uruha wrapped his arms tightly around Aoi, almost squeezing the life out of him.
“ I love you.” Uruha whispered in Aoi’s ears, and Aoi stopped crying. He felt the Earth stop turning, and everything else move in slow motion. All he could hear was the sound of his heart thumping against his chest, all he could feel was how Uruha held him tightly in his arms, and all he could think of what Uruha whispered to him.
I love you.
Uruha loved him. Aoi’d head started spinning. The headache was gone, however. Distracted by another mix of feelings. This was definitely not expected. Uruha had never showed signs of liking Aoi, or had he? No, he had. It had always been there. The looks he got form Uruha, the way Uruha speaks to Aoi, and the way Uruha’s holding him now. And it all narrows down to one conclusion: Uruha loved him. Aoi was the idiot for not noticing it. But on second thoughts, he did. It was like a coma, he could feel it, but refused to believe it. And the blonde’s feelings, they were all stashed away in a part of his heart, ignored, unappreciated.
And now, Aoi had to face another question. Did HE love Uruha? he wasn’t sure. He did enjoy his time with the blonde, not to mention how Uruha would be helpless without him. And what about the thoughts he bore back in the alley? The headache came back, twice as painful. But Aoi ignored it. All he was thinking of, was Uruha. does that mean anything? He needed time. and he understood that Uruha would allow him that condition.
His vision started to return to normal, and he could still feel Uruha’s warm chest. It was so comfortable, and safe. Uruha released his hold on Aoi slightly, only to be pulled back harshly.
“ Don’t. Leave me.” Aoi whimpered, afraid that the blonde would leave and never come back. Uruha smiled gently.
“ I won’t, Aoi darling, I never will. But we need to get you washed up, dear.” Uruha regained his hold on Aoi, slowly guiding him out of the car. Towards the door, Uruha placed his hands on Aoi’s head so that the brunette wouldn’t hit his head. Behind him, Kuro smiled awkwardly. He hadn’t any idea what happened, but he was surprised at the gentleness his master had shown towards this young man. He hadn’t seen the warmth in him for years, and Kuro hoped that Aoi would continue bringing smiles to Uruha’s face.
It had started drizzling, and Kuro held the large umbrella above their heads, not minding that he was wet himself. Uruha was surprised at the sudden shelter, but nodded in appreciation in return when the rain got bigger. With Aoi in his firm hold, he continued slowly into the mansion, careful not to slip in the small puddles of water.
Upon reaching the sheltered lobby, he was met with Kyoko and other female servants. Kyoko looked at the mess Aoi was in and gasped in shocked. It wasn’t long before she realized what happened and ordered the maids to help carry Aoi in. Aoi started shaking violently as one of the servants move to touch him. Uruha shook his head firmly, deciding that he should be the one taking care of the brunette. Nodding in understanding, Kyoko and the others stood to the side, giving way for their young master to enter.
Aoi wasn’t light, judging by his age. But Uruha didn’t feel exhausted whatsoever even after he carried him all the way up the second floor into the bedroom. Aoi still had tears in his eyes as Uruha placed him gently onto the luxurious bed, the white sheet staining red fast. Uruha frowned. Aoi was still bleeding.
Leaving for the bathroom, Aoi pulled him back again. Uruha raised his eyebrows, only to lower them when realization dawned on him. Aoi couldn’t bear Uruha leaving him.
“ I won’t leave…I need to run the water, is that alright?” Uruha bent down and spoke softly. Aoi’s ears were still sensitive, and he wouldn’t allow anything loud to break Aoi down.
Aoi nodded slowly, but continued to maintain a death grip on Uruha’s sleeve. He knew he had to get himself washed up, but he didn’t feel safe without Uruha around. Now, he could only trust the blonde. Uruha sighed in understanding.
Wrapping his left arm over the shoulder and hooking his right arms gently under Aoi’s legs, he carried him bridal-style into the large washroom. He laughed quietly himself at how he had carried Aoi this way around the district the whole day. He didn’t mind though. Just treat it as a practice when they were married in the future. And if they were ever married, Uruha was so going to be the bridegroom.
Uruha placed a cushion on the toilet seat, before sitting Aoi down carefully. Aoi hissed in pain, biting his lip to keep from whimpering. Uruha stared at his broken future-lover painfully. Oh wait. Future-lover? That was proceeding too fast. But then again, Aoi didn’t object or struggle when Uruha confessed did he? Aoi caught a glimpse of a smile threatening to explode on Uruha’s face. He just couldn’t get what the blonde was thinking. But it wasn’t the time anyway.
Uruha locked the bathroom door, not wanting anyone to barge in on them at the moment. If anyone Aoi wasn’t close with approached him, he’d just flinch and go hysterical again. Uruha made a mental note to himself to be more careful in future. As he ran warm water in the basin, he couldn’t help but start feeling guilty for what happened to Aoi. If he hadn’t talk to Reita, and followed Aoi instead, this wouldn’t have happened. If he had beaten the crap out of those three thugs instead, this wouldn’t have happened. His Aoi wouldn’t be raped, and the brunette would have been kicking and jumping at this moment. He blamed himself for all these. It was his fault.
Disappearing deep in his own dark thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the water overflowing in the basin. Aoi blinked in surprise at Uruha’s lack of attention.
“ Um…Uruha?” Aoi nudged Uruha from across with his index finger. Uruha blinked in surprise, cursing as the end of his jeans got wet from the water. Rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed a clean washcloth and submerged it into the water, making sure it was fully wet. Aoi frowned. He knew that this incident hit Uruha as hard, and no doubt the blonde was mentally torturing himself. But Aoi wouldn’t blame him, nor would he blame Reita. It was his own fault for not paying attention and taking care of himself well. Who was he to push the blame to other? They didn’t deserve it. It was all unfair.
Uruha twisted the cloth dry when he was satisfied with how warm it was. Spreading it out, he moved to kneel in front of Aoi. This is it. He eyed the towel wrapping across Aoi’s abdomen nervously. He had to remove the towel in order to clean Aoi. And Aoi wasn’t dressed from waist on. He’d get to see Aoi half naked, on the bottom. Oh God. Swallowing thickly, he looked up into Aoi’s dark orbs. Strange. He hadn’t notice how beautiful they were. Sighing, he was glad that he still had the chance to learn more about him, to spend his life with him. he swore he’d murder the entire city if Aoi was further injured by the three idiots. Aoi, seemingly knowing what Uruha wanted to do, hesitated.
He had to take of his towel, his only protection. If it was anyone else, it would be a definite NO, even if it risk him having an infection. He had just felt himself being ripped apart moments ago, and now he was going to be cleaned on the wound? He almost started crying at the memory at the pain. But then again, it was Uruha. Uruha, who had taken care of him ever since they found him, Uruha, who had held him so gently yet protectively, and Uruha, who loved him. That was all it took to convince Aoi. The teen nodded his head unsurely, giving Uruha an assuring smile. He almost laughed out loud at the irony of the matter. A day ago, Uruha would have died to see Aoi naked on the bottom half. And now, Uruha himself was afraid of unwrapping the towel. But again, does that mean that Aoi had noticed Uruha’s lust for him? Aoi sighed, stashing those thoughts away.
Uruha’s lips thinned at the nod Aoi gave him. It was a yes, it was an approval. Uruha wanted to jump and shout “ FUCK YES!” right then, which he was exactly doing in his mind. But he figured out he’ll probably brag about it in the future when Aoi gets over the matter. Swallowing again, Uruha wiped the perspiration on his forehead off. He hadn’t notice that he had started to perspire. Damn. Aoi’s really got his ways to spice up Uruha. Holding his breath, he moved to the edge of the towel, carefully removing it. Aoi held his breath as well, for no particular reason except for the nervousness he was facing.
As if it took eternity, the towel was finally removed and Uruha didn’t stare like he expected himself to. Instead, he smiled gently at Aoi. He couldn’t bear to think of what Aoi had been through. Double penetration on the first try? Those guys were fucking insane. Uruha almost boiled with rage by the fact that they took away Aoi’s virginity. It was supposed to be his! Trying hard to ignore that, Uruha looked at Aoi again, waiting for him to allow Uruha to move on. Aoi nodded solemnly, his expression unreadable. Uruha frowned. Whatever he was going to do, he had to be real gentle. The entrance is going to be really sensitive.
Reaching over on the basin for the wet cloth, he knelt down in front of Aoi, taking his hands into his. Aoi gave a start, and stared at Uruha for the intimate action. Uruha noticed that Aoi’s hands were cold, and he did something he had wanted to do since he fell for Aoi. Uruha got on his knees, and placed a loving kiss on Aoi’s sweaty forehead. And Aoi’s eyes widened considerably. His heart thumped at the action, almost forgetting all the pain and humiliation he had endured. The familiar warmth crept up his face, tinting his cheeks bright red. He couldn’t believe Uruha kissed him. A few days ago, he’d have punched Uruha square in the face. But now, he couldn’t do anything but allow Uruha to work his magic on him. And for a moment, Aoi really thought that Uruha had magic powers. He felt like he was in heaven. It was just a simple kiss, not even on the lips. But because it was Uruha, because it was someone he liked. And there was it. The confession. Aoi had managed to finally consider the idea. He liked Uruha, he wasn’t too sure. But he believed that with time, blooming love wouldn’t remain an impossible idea.
Uruha pulled himself lightly away from Aoi, caressing his cheeks sweetly and looking at him tenderly. He could stay like this forever, eye to eye with the one he loved. But unfortunately, they had more important stuffs to settle at the moment. Uruha gave Aoi one last look, and he was certain he saw determination in Aoi’s eyes. The kiss had done its job. Aoi was relaxed, and Uruha allowed himself to finally start the cleansing.
At the first touch of the cloth to Aoi’s entrance, the brunette hissed and bit his lip in agony. Uruha placed his other hand comfortingly on Aoi’s chest, leaning him back such that he had clearer view of the entrance. Uruha raised his hand higher to Aoi’s cheeks, trailing over his jawbone to the ears, before a second touch to the entrance. The reaction Aoi gave this time was milder, and Uruha continued distracting him with the soft, feather-like touches. Uruha noticed how Aoi shut his eyes from time to time in slight agony, but mostly from how Uruha’s fingertips danced over his slightly exposed chest. His face was flushed, and Uruha’s pants got tighter from time to time indelibrately. Uruha hit himself mentally, biting his lip to forget the images of Aoi in bed, under him. But the fact that Aoi was hard as well spurred him on.
Taking a deep breath, Uruha increased the speed of his actions, trying to reduce the amount of pain Aoi was enduring at the same time. He had to complete the job fast, before he lose control of himself. He had to remind himself that Aoi was underage. Just half a year more…he reminded himself that he had so long a time to make Aoi his, and after that, he would consider bringing Aoi on a honeymoon. He smiled at the thought, the sweetness of the idea making his erection disappear. He heaved a sigh of relief, until he started thinking of what they could do on the honeymoon. A horny Uruha and a inhumanely sexy Aoi, alone by themselves, in a room, a bed, no lights. DAMN. His dick sprang to life again, and he tried to stop himself from headesking on the toilet seat.
In no time, Aoi was cleaned, but the entrance was still damaged. He scratched the back of his head worriedly. They needed to seek help from an experienced doctor. Even if the entrance was cleaned, they still had to check if anything was severely damaged, and of course, Aids. Uruha sighed at the thought of it. He knew he could easily hire a family doctor and not let word get out, but convincing Aoi was a problem. So far, Aoi wouldn’t let anyone near him other than Uruha himself. But he decided that he’d leave that for later. They needed rest. It was a particularly long day, and Uruha hoped that Aoi would feel better in the morning.
“ Alright! That’s about it.” Uruha announced gently to Aoi. He was in a dizzy state, possibly from the sleepiness. Throwing the bloodied cloth to a side, he unclogged the basin, letting the water flow. He washed his hands, before turning around to guide Aoi out to the bedroom. But the brunette refused to move. Uruha shot him a puzzled look.
“ Sh- shower.” Aoi murmured nervously. He needed one before he slept. He felt sticky, and most importantly, dirty. As the image of him being held down and treated as a random sex toy floated into his mind, he started rubbing his hands all over. Uruha panicked at the action, only to understand the reason later. He nodded his head and guided Aoi into the shower. He had second thoughts about it. Aoi wasn’t strong or stable enough to stand by himself. Smiling warmly to the brunette, Uruha led Aoi over to the bathtub, settling him on his legs again. This time, Aoi was fully conscious, and blushed furiously.
Uruha smiled at how shy the other could be, before running the water. Feeling the temperature, he adjusted the knobs of the hot and cold pipes until the warmth was just right. He was particular about things when it came to Aoi. Job done, he turned Aoi carefully in his lap, so that the raped teen was facing the blonde. Hands coming up to cup Aoi’s cheeks, Uruha felt his forehead affectionately. However much he hated the rapists for the incident, he was certain that this had definitely brought Aoi and him closer. It was a stepping stone for the success of their relationship. Aoi looked away, trying to stare at anywhere except for Uruha. The look Uruha gave him was filled with complete love. But Aoi wasn’t sure he could actually accept that. He noticed Uruha’s face fell, before brightening up again. Uruha understood that Aoi needed time, but he was glad that Aoi had accepted his love. And now, all Uruha can do is to wait for Aoi’s return of the mutual feeling.
The water level rose quickly, and Uruha turned off the tap. He turned to wait for the affirmative nod from Aoi, but the other was already taking off his shirt slowly. Uruha smiled and shook his head, before helping the other in taking off the clothing. Now, it was Uruha’s turn to blush. He was seeing Aoi fully naked, before Aoi barged in on him. Not that he mind, anyway. This time, he couldn’t take his eyes off the image in front of him. Aoi was b-e-a-utiful. The curve of his ass, and the slim waist he possessed, any female would kill to have his figure. Uruha cleared his throat nervously. It wasn’t the time for such things. He practically giggled aloud at the list of things he could do after Aoi got over this incident.
He stood up as well, helping Aoi into the warm water. The brunette winced slightly as his bottom touched the ground of the bathtub. It was still painful, but he had started to adapt to the agony. Uruha sat beside him, plainly staring at his future-lover. He started to like this name a lot. But Aoi wasn’t doing anything, and he turned to look expectantly at Uruha. Uruha raised his eyebrows in question, before doing a double taking at what Aoi was waiting for him to do. Uruha, stay calm. Think clearly, your reputation’s all in your hands.
“ Umm…well…lemme get this clear, you couldn’t bath yourself so…” Uruha trailed off when he received a Get-the-fuck-in-here look from Aoi.
“ Ohh hell.” He gave up all his pride and dignity for this once, before stripping swiftly. The clothes went off in a blink of an eye and Uruha was fully naked instantly. Aoi suppressed a laugh at how eager Uruha was yet refusing to show it. Aoi moved in front slightly, making space for Uruha to slide in behind him. He was glad that the bathtub was big enough for at least three people, or they’d probably end up in a tangling mess. Aoi felt his cock twitch as Uruha’s dick tickled the small of his back. Uruha made sure not to touch anywhere near Aoi’s entrance, and started scrubbing his back gently.
Aoi bit back a moan as Uruha applied shower foam on his back. The skilled fingers working over his shoulder knots, Uruha realizing how tensed Aoi had been all along. The hands moved forward to Aoi’s chest, pushing him back such that he was leaning comfortable on Uruha’s chest. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Uruha brushed carelessly over his nipples. Being with Uruha never fails to make him forget the most important of things. And for the moment, he shut his mind off, only listening to Uruha’s steady heartbeat, and the feeling of hands working over his chest and stomach.
“ Kayy. You’re all cleaned up, Aoi!” Uruha smiled cheerfully, trying to keep as gentle as possible with Aoi. Uruha threw the towel which he had cleaned him and Aoi up aside, dressing up Aoi swiftly. The last thing he wanted was to take care of a raped, and sick Aoi. He led him slowly out into the bedroom, onto the bed. Aoi was making great improvement, that is, only with Uruha. But that was the most he could ask for. Aoi surprised Uruha by trying to leave the bed in the direction of his own mattress, but Uruha prevented him from doing so.
“ Oh, no you don’t. Like it or not, you’re sleeping with me.” Uruha told him firmly, delightfulness evident in his voice. Seems like Uruha’s got his share of joy. Aoi threw his hands up in amusement before laying down carefully. Uruha supported his back while fluffing the pillow for better leverage. Discarding the slightly tainted blanket, Uruha replaced it with a new one, covering Aoi’s figure with it. He smoothed out the wrinkles, reminded of how Aoi did the same for him previously. He smiled at the sweet memory, arousing the curiosity of the mentioned brunette.
Aoi carefully turned his body sideways for a more comfortable position, ignoring the dip of the matress as Uruha got into bed. He hadn’t notice anything until he felt strong arms around his middle. He gave a start, but relaxed when he assured himself it was just Uruha. He remembered how he used to struggle in the past, but not anymore. He leaned back into Uruha’s hold, the blonde’s arms tightening around him possessively. Aoi sighed as Uruha breathed in the scent of the shower foam on his neck. He giggled softly, Uruha’s soft strands tickling the sensitive spot on his neck.
Uruha smiled in satisfaction as Aoi showed no sense of struggling. He had never felt so peaceful, nor so complete in his life. And that moment, he knew he was never going to let Aoi go, no matter what it takes.
Uruha would never let Aoi leave him.