Odd Ends - Chapter 10 [The Gazette - Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki]
Title: Odd Ends
Author: Pelting_Rain
Rating: NC17 for this chapter
Genre: Slight Humour/ Romance/ AU/ Fluff/ Angst/ High School/ Rape- underage (overally)
Chapter: Chapter 10/?
Warnings: Rape, Double penetration, sex( 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: OK I must warn that this chapter is UBER short! *curse like mad* I'm really sorry, I could have written a longer one. But since I'm like starting school tomorrow, I wont have time to post as fast >< *sighs* so I really hope you'll enjoy this as much! =D AND YAY! finally some Reituki spotlight! TEEHEE aaaaand I really need to stop getting aroused while writing their shhmut! XP Comments are loved!
Aoi was laying on his stomach on the large bed. He hummed a pleasant melody as he flipped through the pages of Fashion-I. He couldn’t help but stare at the models in the fashionable clothes, parading down the walk way. They all had sturdy muscles, and perfect teeth. Indirectly speaking, they were the ideal guy for everyone. He didn’t quite agree with it, though. In his opinion, they were pretty much just skin and looks. What matters most is their personality. If there were anyone he was going to date, he was never going to hook up with public figures. The way they present themselves in front of people and behind the scenes are way different. All in all, their lives are made up of drama, and more drama. And career always comes before everything. The poor lovers of theirs would just get neglected, and the end up going their separate ways. Shaking his head, he placed the magazine on the table, rolling over such that he was staring at the ceiling.
He regretted his actions immediately, and slight pain shot up his back. He grunted, moving carefully to lay on his side. He could still remember yesterday, as if it happened just moments ago. The painful memories were always the ones which were never washed away, and he was certain the nightmares would return to haunt him. Compared with yesterday, he wasn’t too afraid. At least, he had Uruha to take care of him. Clearing his throat, he frowned. Since when had he started feeling safe around the blonde? And he “ Ohh-ed” when he remembered how he started to gradually accept Uruha’s feelings. If anyone asked him how it happened, he really couldn’t find any explanation. The feeling just came naturally. And he himself had no idea why he had fallen for Uruha. The guy was once a tyrant, and a complete idiot/ asshole/ jerk/ retard/ dick/ barbarian/ bastard… and the list continues. He was also a spoiled brat, and Aoi could muster up lists of examples in which Uruha acts like a five-year-old rich kid. But he just couldn’t understand what was so great in Uruha that attracts bee lines of teens, female or male. Maybe he’s just a tad bit good-looking, he’s blonde, he has a nice personality… Aoi raised his eyebrows at the thought. He was contradicting himself. After moments of rethinking, he decided to go with the fact that Uruha’s life was about drama as well. He wasn’t too certain that Uruha was the perfect one for him. No one ever knows. But he was absolutely sure, that Uruha’s feelings for him were true, and wouldn’t change even if the sky falls down.
He blushed slightly at the thoughts of the previous kisses they shared. If Uruha were to ever leave him, Aoi believed he would bury the blonde alive for stealing his first kiss. But that ain’t gonna happen anyway. Aoi always used to build defensive barriers around himself when he isn’t sure of anything. That was what he always thought when he watches drama series. How people get hurt from the fights and arguments, and they end up happily ever after, it was all bullshit. He hadn’t experience this before, but he had plenty of such relationships going on, and it was completely different. Yes, the couple fight over pointless stuffs such as mild jealousy, but in the end, they never got back together. The wedded divorce, and they never talk to each other again. He really didn’t get it, why people get into relationships, and break up in the end, leaving their kids or everyone else to suffer. He was broken off from his thoughts when the bathroom door open. About time, he thought. Uruha takes an entire hour showering, even longer than most girls. It was really exaggerating, and it was irritating how he whined when he was deprived of a nice, long shower. Getting up slowly from the bed, Aoi recalled what he was thinking of. He had been pretty affectionate these few days, and all these nonsense had been intruding on his usually peaceful mind. He assumed it was the rape incident and probably the dread of the fact that he had to spend an entire week in the large room, with no one but Uruha. Sometimes, the thought of it was even scarier than their caretaker, Kyoko. Speaking of the lady, Kyoko had been treating him exceptionally nice since this morning, when she barged in on them sleeping together on the bed. Yet another Uruha fangirl. His attention was diverted when he noticed the blonde standing in front of him. His lower body was wrapped in a white towel, and otherwise naked to the toe.
“ JESUS!” Aoi exclaimed in shock, burying his face in his hands.
“ Aoi, I really mean it when I say that you’re ready to barge in on me fully naked.” Uruha said gleefully, standing straight, not any movements of trying to cover his body.
“ STILL, WE’RE NOT FREAKING MARRIED OR ANYTHING! I CAN’T… YOU CAN’T JUST BARGE IN ON ME WHEN YOU’RE ONLY WRAPPED IN A LOOSE TOWEL!” Aoi stuttered incoherently, trying his best to look away from the arousing scene in front of him.
“ Oh come on, you’re gona see me naked eventually when you’re actually living with me, in the same room.” Uruha pointed out with a roll of his eyes, moving over to the mirror. Peeking slightly through his fingers, Aoi took in what he could of the image in front of him. Now that would be the chest, slightly muscled, the one that Aoi buried his head in. And those long, slim hands, remembering how they first pulled Aoi into the alleyway. It was nice memory anyway, but Aoi wasn’t particularly fond of alleyways. And that would be the stomach. The six-packs visible as Uruha admired his body in awe. His eyes traveling lower, that would be the- no, wait. You’re such a failure, Aoi, get a fucking hold of yourself! The brunette ignored the slight twitch of his cock, trying his best to break his gaze from Uruha’s towel.
“ You want me to strip?” Aoi’s hands dropped down, and he stared at Uruha. The other smiled playfully, his hands moving slowly to untie the towel.
“ Oh fuck, no!” Aoi shouted, hurrying into the bathroom. Closing the door shut behind him, he let out a small sigh of relief, barely hearing Uruha’s chuckle. Living with Uruha was always so dangerous when the blonde acted like a desperate whore. Not that he tried raping his room mate in anyway thankfully, but the fact that he was eager to show his naked body to Aoi. True, the brunette understood that Uruha wouldn’t do this to anyone else, but Aoi would be more than glad for Uruha to stop trying to strip. The constant teasing was starting to get to Aoi, but that was Uruha afterall. He decided he’d have to learn to get used to it, and learn to love it. How nice.
Threading his fingers through his strands, he stared at himself in the mirror. He grabbed a hold of himself just before he was about to scream. He looked pretty horrible, the dark eye circles, the swollen eyes, the heavy eye bags, the slightly red runny nose, the dry lips, and the pale cheeks. He looked pretty much like a ghost. He hadn’t noticed himself the previous night, the trauma still at large. Now that he’s feeling slightly better, he really needed to stop acting like a baby, and change his look. He took off his clothes, trying not to agitate the sensitive bottom. He couldn’t believe that THIS, was the Aoi that Uruha had kissed twice previously. He got into the shower, adjusting the warmth of the running water. He sighed in bliss as the warm water ran down on him gently, slowly untying the knots. He realized that he wasn’t as tense as before, owing to Uruha. He didn't bother to draw the curtains around himself, only taking special care not to spray the water all over the bathroom. Turning off the shower, he started to scrub himself with the shower foam. Aoi got temporarily distracted when he scrubbed the lower half of his body. He understood that Reita had probably taken care of those three, and Uruha might have disinfected him. But in any case, the family doctor still had a visit to pay him. And it was what he feared most. The trauma and distress had faded out gradually in his mind, but he couldn’t stop himself from physical reactions. Uruha was the only one who had been able to get close to him, and the others had remembered to keep a distance during the recent visit. And now, a complete stranger was going to see him naked, and gain contact with his wound. The thought wasn’t too pleasant, and he was certain that physical actions would affect his physcological thinking. His thoughts were disrupted abruptly by a sudden clear of throat. twisting his head around swiftly, he met the eyes of Uruha.
“ Um… I noticed you didn’t bring a change of clothes in… so… yeah… enjoy your… hmm.” Uruha ended his statement quickly, placing the stack of clothes in his hands on the rack before striding out the room, shutting the door reluctantly.
He leaned against the door, breathing heavily. And then it came. A scream that probably woke the entire city. Taking a few steps away from the door, he jumped on the bed and started bouncing excitedly. All the while in the bathroom, Aoi had remained a still face, and Uruha understood he’d snapped, mentally. Of course, he’d seen Aoi naked the other night. But it was different. The brunette was in a recent trauma, and there wasn’t any other choice. Uruha was sure that the sudden confession and the new burst of feelings had also clouded Aoi’s judgement. Uruha rolled all over the bed, “ OOF”-ing as he hit the ground hard. He barely hear the other dressing swiftly, and Uruha braced himself for what was coming: Aoi’s anger.
“ Ne, Rei, you wanna come to my house today? I’ve just bought a new movie recently.” Ruki tugged at Reita’s sleeves with his unoccupied hand. His left was currently in Reita’s firm grip. They were walking down the street to Ruki’s house. They had started doing this ever since the false misunderstanding, making them treasure each other even more than usual. School was boring without Uruha and Aoi, but Reita and Ruki still made it through with Kai’s accompany.
“ Hmm? Yeah, sure. Why not?” Reita brought Ruki’s hand up to his lips, kissing the back of his palm gently. Ruki blushed slightly, a loving smile spreading on his face. The rest of the trip was continued in silence, one in which both of them were comfortable with. The atmosphere between all of them were slightly solemn, after what had happened to Aoi. The incident was a total misfortune, and while Reita kept blaming himself, Ruki couldn’t stop worrying for Aoi. After all, the brunette was his first friend in school. The memories of Aoi calling Uruha “ Dickhead” drifted into his mind, and he smiled foolishly. It was funny how they ended up so tightly knitted together when Aoi had disliked Uruha so much in the past. Perhaps, this is what they called destiny. And Ruki’s destiny, was to love Reita.
The apartment block loomed in front of them, and Ruki couldn’t help but notice how run down it was. The walls were rid of decent wallpapers, and the paint were dropping steadily. Cracks were visible in the ceilings and the pillars, and the irritating smell of pee in the lift attacked Ruki’s nose everytime. That’s why they chose to take the stairs. Ruki sighed as he reached his floor, a little breathless at the climb. Damn. Time is cruel. He led the way to his apartment, all the way avoiding pots of plants and shoe racks. He was starting to wonder if he would ever make out of this run down building alive when there’s a fire. Fondling with his keys, he inserted one of them into the keyhole, and opened the door easily. As he proceeded to unlock the wooden door, he felt Reita’s hands on his waist form behind. He jumped slightly, only to smile at the action. Reita’s touches never fail to make his pulse quicken, and the elder was always sweet to him. Ruki removed his shoes as he stepped inside the neat apartment, locking the door after Reita. He threw his bag on the floor along with Reita, and proceeded to his bedroom. Reita would always explore the rooms and such, waiting for the other to finish showering. The taller blonde had also started to shower at the apartment, moving half his belongings over here. He felt at ease when he was with Ruki, and he started to consider moving in. Smiling at the thought, he flopped himself down on the couch and started flipping through the channels. There were no interesting shows, very much to his disappointment. He heard the distinct noise of the shower being turned on, and he placed his head on the head of the couch, closing his eyes. Once again, history classes were boring, and he was always twice as tired when he returned home. He could still remember the way he used History lessons as an excuse to prevent Uruha from publicly “ abusing” Ruki. And then again, he hadn’t realized that they had started changing. They weren’t tyrants of the school any more, and the students didn’t try to move away when they arrived in the canteen.
That might be a change for a better, Reita thought. They were more popular in school, and had even started attracting freshmen. The current freshmen batch was lucky that they had arrived in this school after Reita and Uruha started managing their respective relationships. And Kai himself wasn’t so dangerous, except for his cooking. It was delicious, but the blonde wouldn’t allow the other to cook in his kitchen, ever, again. The bathroom door opened, revealing a clothed Ruki with his hair wet. Reita smiled softly at the sight, secretly wondering when he’s ever going to see Ruki naked. He wasn’t one to lust for his lover, but sometimes, Ruki just makes him feel all hot and bothered. The small man was sexy in his own ways, unlike many others.
Getting up from the couch, Reita proceeded into Ruki’s bedroom across the toilet, and started digging for his clothes. Fishing a pair of trousers and a simple T-shirt from the drawer, he stretched as he entered the shower lazily. Ruki dried his hair with the hairdryer, and started searching for the DVD. He remembered the name of the movie. It was a romance film, and he was interested in the storyline. He loved watching films with Reita, snuggling on the couch with his lover. Occasionally, they’d make out passionately, and it was always the times when Ruki enjoyed it more than ever. A delighted smile spread across his face as he finally found the DVD, and stared at the title.
“ P.S, I Love You. How sweet.” Helping himself up, he shut the drawer before inserting the disc into the DVD player. Reita exited the bathroom soon after, and Ruki had started navigating to change the subtitles. It was an English film, and the blonde had always preferred to watch the film with the original audio, but with the Japanese subtitles.
Reita finished drying his hair, sitting himself comfortable on the L-shaped couch. Ruki played the DVD, settling himself lying on the longer side of the couch, his head on Reita’s lap. They enjoyed lying on this position. Reita would always play with Ruki’s strands gently, while Ruki layed still, taking in the loving atmosphere around him. He always deemed the position as one that is most vulnerable, other than sitting on Reita’s lap, as it gives access to most part of his body. Of course, Reita had never tried to express his lust or anything towards Ruki. The latter knew that his lover wanted to progress in one way or another; after all, who doesn’t? But he wanted to wait for a suitable timing, and as he always liked, to let nature take its course.
Halfway through the film, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. The show was very touching in a sense. The husband of a loving couple died, but he had stocked up letters addressed to his grieving wife in order to guide her through the misery. Reita seemed to realize it, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on Ruki’s cheek, wiping away the teardrop with his thumb. Ruki gave a small smile, and sat up abruptly. Reita was obviously startled by the sudden reaction, but questioned no more when Ruki crashed his lips to Reita’s. The younger practically shoved his tongue in, tangling with Reita’s violently. They tilted their head to the sides for a deeper angle, and Ruki bit down on Reita’s lower lips hard enough to cause pain, but not too much to cause blood.
Ruki cross his right leg to the other side such that he was straddling Reita’s lap, only that Reita was sitting up straight. The older blonde placed his hands on Ruki’s hip bone, his hands traveling up and under Ruki’s shirt. The latter whimpered softly when Reita’s fingers drifted over his nipples, his erection now fully hard. He noticed Reita’s was as well, and instantly snapped, breaking apart. Oh, hell.
There was somehow a mutual agreement between the two of them, and they were going all out today. Ignoring the show, Reita lifted Ruki’s shirt up, an eager growl excaping his lips unconsciously. He undid Ruki’s pants swiftly, leaning up to place a passionate kiss on Ruki’s lips. The pants slipped down fluidly, and Ruki’s face flushed red. Ruki got off Reita, fully ridding himself of his pants and laid back down on the couch. He beckoned Reita seductively with his index finger, eyes filled with lust and desperation. The other felt his cock hardened instantly, before getting into position between Ruki’s spread legs.
Leaning down, Reita licked teasingly at Ruki’s cock, a whimper escaping the latter’s lips. Reita then took the head into his mouth, sucking with a certain force. Ruki sighed as Reita started bobbing his head up and down, all the while eyeing his lover. The shorter blonde had his head rolled back, breathing quickening steadily. His face was flushed, and his body heat was as high as Reita’s. The older dipped his tongue into the slit of Ruki’s cock, earning a soft moan from Ruki. Reita bobbed his head faster, stroking his own cock swiftly. His other hand came up to stroke the base of Ruki’s cock, the double sensation causing the younger to moan loudly.
“ Mmm.. R-rei, y-you’re really g-gre- ahhh…” Ruki gasped as Reita licked the large vein on the underside of his cock, palming his balls at the same time. Reita caressed the body part in his hands gently, earning whimpers and delicious moans from his partner. He stroked his erection faster, orgasm swiftly striking him at the last few hard strokes. The feeling was wonderful, and he moaned around Ruki’s cock, getting the younger to come as well.
They laid like that for a couple few moments, before Reita placed a gentle kiss on Ruki’s thigh, his stomach, his chest, and his lips. Ruki was practically glowing, and he couldn’t wipe himself of the dorkish grin he had across his face. Reita zipped his pants up swiftly, noticing that Ruki refused to dress up. Evening was arriving, and the night would be cold. Frowning, Reita nudged Ruki gently.
“ Dress up, darling. You’ll get a cold if you don’t.”
“ Nah… It’ll be easier without clothes if we have a go at it again.”
Reita gave an unbelievable smile, soon appreciating how horny his lover was to become.
Author: Pelting_Rain
Rating: NC17 for this chapter
Genre: Slight Humour/ Romance/ AU/ Fluff/ Angst/ High School/ Rape- underage (overally)
Chapter: Chapter 10/?
Warnings: Rape, Double penetration, sex( 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: OK I must warn that this chapter is UBER short! *curse like mad* I'm really sorry, I could have written a longer one. But since I'm like starting school tomorrow, I wont have time to post as fast >< *sighs* so I really hope you'll enjoy this as much! =D AND YAY! finally some Reituki spotlight! TEEHEE aaaaand I really need to stop getting aroused while writing their shhmut! XP Comments are loved!
Aoi was laying on his stomach on the large bed. He hummed a pleasant melody as he flipped through the pages of Fashion-I. He couldn’t help but stare at the models in the fashionable clothes, parading down the walk way. They all had sturdy muscles, and perfect teeth. Indirectly speaking, they were the ideal guy for everyone. He didn’t quite agree with it, though. In his opinion, they were pretty much just skin and looks. What matters most is their personality. If there were anyone he was going to date, he was never going to hook up with public figures. The way they present themselves in front of people and behind the scenes are way different. All in all, their lives are made up of drama, and more drama. And career always comes before everything. The poor lovers of theirs would just get neglected, and the end up going their separate ways. Shaking his head, he placed the magazine on the table, rolling over such that he was staring at the ceiling.
He regretted his actions immediately, and slight pain shot up his back. He grunted, moving carefully to lay on his side. He could still remember yesterday, as if it happened just moments ago. The painful memories were always the ones which were never washed away, and he was certain the nightmares would return to haunt him. Compared with yesterday, he wasn’t too afraid. At least, he had Uruha to take care of him. Clearing his throat, he frowned. Since when had he started feeling safe around the blonde? And he “ Ohh-ed” when he remembered how he started to gradually accept Uruha’s feelings. If anyone asked him how it happened, he really couldn’t find any explanation. The feeling just came naturally. And he himself had no idea why he had fallen for Uruha. The guy was once a tyrant, and a complete idiot/ asshole/ jerk/ retard/ dick/ barbarian/ bastard… and the list continues. He was also a spoiled brat, and Aoi could muster up lists of examples in which Uruha acts like a five-year-old rich kid. But he just couldn’t understand what was so great in Uruha that attracts bee lines of teens, female or male. Maybe he’s just a tad bit good-looking, he’s blonde, he has a nice personality… Aoi raised his eyebrows at the thought. He was contradicting himself. After moments of rethinking, he decided to go with the fact that Uruha’s life was about drama as well. He wasn’t too certain that Uruha was the perfect one for him. No one ever knows. But he was absolutely sure, that Uruha’s feelings for him were true, and wouldn’t change even if the sky falls down.
He blushed slightly at the thoughts of the previous kisses they shared. If Uruha were to ever leave him, Aoi believed he would bury the blonde alive for stealing his first kiss. But that ain’t gonna happen anyway. Aoi always used to build defensive barriers around himself when he isn’t sure of anything. That was what he always thought when he watches drama series. How people get hurt from the fights and arguments, and they end up happily ever after, it was all bullshit. He hadn’t experience this before, but he had plenty of such relationships going on, and it was completely different. Yes, the couple fight over pointless stuffs such as mild jealousy, but in the end, they never got back together. The wedded divorce, and they never talk to each other again. He really didn’t get it, why people get into relationships, and break up in the end, leaving their kids or everyone else to suffer. He was broken off from his thoughts when the bathroom door open. About time, he thought. Uruha takes an entire hour showering, even longer than most girls. It was really exaggerating, and it was irritating how he whined when he was deprived of a nice, long shower. Getting up slowly from the bed, Aoi recalled what he was thinking of. He had been pretty affectionate these few days, and all these nonsense had been intruding on his usually peaceful mind. He assumed it was the rape incident and probably the dread of the fact that he had to spend an entire week in the large room, with no one but Uruha. Sometimes, the thought of it was even scarier than their caretaker, Kyoko. Speaking of the lady, Kyoko had been treating him exceptionally nice since this morning, when she barged in on them sleeping together on the bed. Yet another Uruha fangirl. His attention was diverted when he noticed the blonde standing in front of him. His lower body was wrapped in a white towel, and otherwise naked to the toe.
“ JESUS!” Aoi exclaimed in shock, burying his face in his hands.
“ Aoi, I really mean it when I say that you’re ready to barge in on me fully naked.” Uruha said gleefully, standing straight, not any movements of trying to cover his body.
“ STILL, WE’RE NOT FREAKING MARRIED OR ANYTHING! I CAN’T… YOU CAN’T JUST BARGE IN ON ME WHEN YOU’RE ONLY WRAPPED IN A LOOSE TOWEL!” Aoi stuttered incoherently, trying his best to look away from the arousing scene in front of him.
“ Oh come on, you’re gona see me naked eventually when you’re actually living with me, in the same room.” Uruha pointed out with a roll of his eyes, moving over to the mirror. Peeking slightly through his fingers, Aoi took in what he could of the image in front of him. Now that would be the chest, slightly muscled, the one that Aoi buried his head in. And those long, slim hands, remembering how they first pulled Aoi into the alleyway. It was nice memory anyway, but Aoi wasn’t particularly fond of alleyways. And that would be the stomach. The six-packs visible as Uruha admired his body in awe. His eyes traveling lower, that would be the- no, wait. You’re such a failure, Aoi, get a fucking hold of yourself! The brunette ignored the slight twitch of his cock, trying his best to break his gaze from Uruha’s towel.
“ You want me to strip?” Aoi’s hands dropped down, and he stared at Uruha. The other smiled playfully, his hands moving slowly to untie the towel.
“ Oh fuck, no!” Aoi shouted, hurrying into the bathroom. Closing the door shut behind him, he let out a small sigh of relief, barely hearing Uruha’s chuckle. Living with Uruha was always so dangerous when the blonde acted like a desperate whore. Not that he tried raping his room mate in anyway thankfully, but the fact that he was eager to show his naked body to Aoi. True, the brunette understood that Uruha wouldn’t do this to anyone else, but Aoi would be more than glad for Uruha to stop trying to strip. The constant teasing was starting to get to Aoi, but that was Uruha afterall. He decided he’d have to learn to get used to it, and learn to love it. How nice.
Threading his fingers through his strands, he stared at himself in the mirror. He grabbed a hold of himself just before he was about to scream. He looked pretty horrible, the dark eye circles, the swollen eyes, the heavy eye bags, the slightly red runny nose, the dry lips, and the pale cheeks. He looked pretty much like a ghost. He hadn’t noticed himself the previous night, the trauma still at large. Now that he’s feeling slightly better, he really needed to stop acting like a baby, and change his look. He took off his clothes, trying not to agitate the sensitive bottom. He couldn’t believe that THIS, was the Aoi that Uruha had kissed twice previously. He got into the shower, adjusting the warmth of the running water. He sighed in bliss as the warm water ran down on him gently, slowly untying the knots. He realized that he wasn’t as tense as before, owing to Uruha. He didn't bother to draw the curtains around himself, only taking special care not to spray the water all over the bathroom. Turning off the shower, he started to scrub himself with the shower foam. Aoi got temporarily distracted when he scrubbed the lower half of his body. He understood that Reita had probably taken care of those three, and Uruha might have disinfected him. But in any case, the family doctor still had a visit to pay him. And it was what he feared most. The trauma and distress had faded out gradually in his mind, but he couldn’t stop himself from physical reactions. Uruha was the only one who had been able to get close to him, and the others had remembered to keep a distance during the recent visit. And now, a complete stranger was going to see him naked, and gain contact with his wound. The thought wasn’t too pleasant, and he was certain that physical actions would affect his physcological thinking. His thoughts were disrupted abruptly by a sudden clear of throat. twisting his head around swiftly, he met the eyes of Uruha.
“ Um… I noticed you didn’t bring a change of clothes in… so… yeah… enjoy your… hmm.” Uruha ended his statement quickly, placing the stack of clothes in his hands on the rack before striding out the room, shutting the door reluctantly.
He leaned against the door, breathing heavily. And then it came. A scream that probably woke the entire city. Taking a few steps away from the door, he jumped on the bed and started bouncing excitedly. All the while in the bathroom, Aoi had remained a still face, and Uruha understood he’d snapped, mentally. Of course, he’d seen Aoi naked the other night. But it was different. The brunette was in a recent trauma, and there wasn’t any other choice. Uruha was sure that the sudden confession and the new burst of feelings had also clouded Aoi’s judgement. Uruha rolled all over the bed, “ OOF”-ing as he hit the ground hard. He barely hear the other dressing swiftly, and Uruha braced himself for what was coming: Aoi’s anger.
“ Ne, Rei, you wanna come to my house today? I’ve just bought a new movie recently.” Ruki tugged at Reita’s sleeves with his unoccupied hand. His left was currently in Reita’s firm grip. They were walking down the street to Ruki’s house. They had started doing this ever since the false misunderstanding, making them treasure each other even more than usual. School was boring without Uruha and Aoi, but Reita and Ruki still made it through with Kai’s accompany.
“ Hmm? Yeah, sure. Why not?” Reita brought Ruki’s hand up to his lips, kissing the back of his palm gently. Ruki blushed slightly, a loving smile spreading on his face. The rest of the trip was continued in silence, one in which both of them were comfortable with. The atmosphere between all of them were slightly solemn, after what had happened to Aoi. The incident was a total misfortune, and while Reita kept blaming himself, Ruki couldn’t stop worrying for Aoi. After all, the brunette was his first friend in school. The memories of Aoi calling Uruha “ Dickhead” drifted into his mind, and he smiled foolishly. It was funny how they ended up so tightly knitted together when Aoi had disliked Uruha so much in the past. Perhaps, this is what they called destiny. And Ruki’s destiny, was to love Reita.
The apartment block loomed in front of them, and Ruki couldn’t help but notice how run down it was. The walls were rid of decent wallpapers, and the paint were dropping steadily. Cracks were visible in the ceilings and the pillars, and the irritating smell of pee in the lift attacked Ruki’s nose everytime. That’s why they chose to take the stairs. Ruki sighed as he reached his floor, a little breathless at the climb. Damn. Time is cruel. He led the way to his apartment, all the way avoiding pots of plants and shoe racks. He was starting to wonder if he would ever make out of this run down building alive when there’s a fire. Fondling with his keys, he inserted one of them into the keyhole, and opened the door easily. As he proceeded to unlock the wooden door, he felt Reita’s hands on his waist form behind. He jumped slightly, only to smile at the action. Reita’s touches never fail to make his pulse quicken, and the elder was always sweet to him. Ruki removed his shoes as he stepped inside the neat apartment, locking the door after Reita. He threw his bag on the floor along with Reita, and proceeded to his bedroom. Reita would always explore the rooms and such, waiting for the other to finish showering. The taller blonde had also started to shower at the apartment, moving half his belongings over here. He felt at ease when he was with Ruki, and he started to consider moving in. Smiling at the thought, he flopped himself down on the couch and started flipping through the channels. There were no interesting shows, very much to his disappointment. He heard the distinct noise of the shower being turned on, and he placed his head on the head of the couch, closing his eyes. Once again, history classes were boring, and he was always twice as tired when he returned home. He could still remember the way he used History lessons as an excuse to prevent Uruha from publicly “ abusing” Ruki. And then again, he hadn’t realized that they had started changing. They weren’t tyrants of the school any more, and the students didn’t try to move away when they arrived in the canteen.
That might be a change for a better, Reita thought. They were more popular in school, and had even started attracting freshmen. The current freshmen batch was lucky that they had arrived in this school after Reita and Uruha started managing their respective relationships. And Kai himself wasn’t so dangerous, except for his cooking. It was delicious, but the blonde wouldn’t allow the other to cook in his kitchen, ever, again. The bathroom door opened, revealing a clothed Ruki with his hair wet. Reita smiled softly at the sight, secretly wondering when he’s ever going to see Ruki naked. He wasn’t one to lust for his lover, but sometimes, Ruki just makes him feel all hot and bothered. The small man was sexy in his own ways, unlike many others.
Getting up from the couch, Reita proceeded into Ruki’s bedroom across the toilet, and started digging for his clothes. Fishing a pair of trousers and a simple T-shirt from the drawer, he stretched as he entered the shower lazily. Ruki dried his hair with the hairdryer, and started searching for the DVD. He remembered the name of the movie. It was a romance film, and he was interested in the storyline. He loved watching films with Reita, snuggling on the couch with his lover. Occasionally, they’d make out passionately, and it was always the times when Ruki enjoyed it more than ever. A delighted smile spread across his face as he finally found the DVD, and stared at the title.
“ P.S, I Love You. How sweet.” Helping himself up, he shut the drawer before inserting the disc into the DVD player. Reita exited the bathroom soon after, and Ruki had started navigating to change the subtitles. It was an English film, and the blonde had always preferred to watch the film with the original audio, but with the Japanese subtitles.
Reita finished drying his hair, sitting himself comfortable on the L-shaped couch. Ruki played the DVD, settling himself lying on the longer side of the couch, his head on Reita’s lap. They enjoyed lying on this position. Reita would always play with Ruki’s strands gently, while Ruki layed still, taking in the loving atmosphere around him. He always deemed the position as one that is most vulnerable, other than sitting on Reita’s lap, as it gives access to most part of his body. Of course, Reita had never tried to express his lust or anything towards Ruki. The latter knew that his lover wanted to progress in one way or another; after all, who doesn’t? But he wanted to wait for a suitable timing, and as he always liked, to let nature take its course.
Halfway through the film, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. The show was very touching in a sense. The husband of a loving couple died, but he had stocked up letters addressed to his grieving wife in order to guide her through the misery. Reita seemed to realize it, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on Ruki’s cheek, wiping away the teardrop with his thumb. Ruki gave a small smile, and sat up abruptly. Reita was obviously startled by the sudden reaction, but questioned no more when Ruki crashed his lips to Reita’s. The younger practically shoved his tongue in, tangling with Reita’s violently. They tilted their head to the sides for a deeper angle, and Ruki bit down on Reita’s lower lips hard enough to cause pain, but not too much to cause blood.
Ruki cross his right leg to the other side such that he was straddling Reita’s lap, only that Reita was sitting up straight. The older blonde placed his hands on Ruki’s hip bone, his hands traveling up and under Ruki’s shirt. The latter whimpered softly when Reita’s fingers drifted over his nipples, his erection now fully hard. He noticed Reita’s was as well, and instantly snapped, breaking apart. Oh, hell.
There was somehow a mutual agreement between the two of them, and they were going all out today. Ignoring the show, Reita lifted Ruki’s shirt up, an eager growl excaping his lips unconsciously. He undid Ruki’s pants swiftly, leaning up to place a passionate kiss on Ruki’s lips. The pants slipped down fluidly, and Ruki’s face flushed red. Ruki got off Reita, fully ridding himself of his pants and laid back down on the couch. He beckoned Reita seductively with his index finger, eyes filled with lust and desperation. The other felt his cock hardened instantly, before getting into position between Ruki’s spread legs.
Leaning down, Reita licked teasingly at Ruki’s cock, a whimper escaping the latter’s lips. Reita then took the head into his mouth, sucking with a certain force. Ruki sighed as Reita started bobbing his head up and down, all the while eyeing his lover. The shorter blonde had his head rolled back, breathing quickening steadily. His face was flushed, and his body heat was as high as Reita’s. The older dipped his tongue into the slit of Ruki’s cock, earning a soft moan from Ruki. Reita bobbed his head faster, stroking his own cock swiftly. His other hand came up to stroke the base of Ruki’s cock, the double sensation causing the younger to moan loudly.
“ Mmm.. R-rei, y-you’re really g-gre- ahhh…” Ruki gasped as Reita licked the large vein on the underside of his cock, palming his balls at the same time. Reita caressed the body part in his hands gently, earning whimpers and delicious moans from his partner. He stroked his erection faster, orgasm swiftly striking him at the last few hard strokes. The feeling was wonderful, and he moaned around Ruki’s cock, getting the younger to come as well.
They laid like that for a couple few moments, before Reita placed a gentle kiss on Ruki’s thigh, his stomach, his chest, and his lips. Ruki was practically glowing, and he couldn’t wipe himself of the dorkish grin he had across his face. Reita zipped his pants up swiftly, noticing that Ruki refused to dress up. Evening was arriving, and the night would be cold. Frowning, Reita nudged Ruki gently.
“ Dress up, darling. You’ll get a cold if you don’t.”
“ Nah… It’ll be easier without clothes if we have a go at it again.”
Reita gave an unbelievable smile, soon appreciating how horny his lover was to become.