Goodbye, Goodnight, For Good -1/?- Ruki/Uruha
Title: Goodbye, Goodnight, For Good
Author: piyokolove
Genre: Crack, Angst, Smut
Bands/Pairings: The GazettE; Ruki/Uruha
Disclaimer: I don't own the sexy Gazemen, and not even the drink name is mine.
Chapters: 1/?
Warnings: MxM, sexual content.
Rating: R
Summary:Ruki and Uruha live in the same town, live in the same apartment complex, and work at the same place but how close do they really get? And do they stay that close? One night will change it all. Uruha's POV
Comment: This just popped up late one night while I was listening to my Dice and Joker CD. I'm really wondering why I wrote it out. Guess I just needed to finish something. Enjoy. Tips and comments appreciated like usual.
Note - I haven't finished a fic in months. I really don't even think I want to continue this. I guess I'll have to wait and see what people say about it. If you like it, please feel free to comment.
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I felt his soft pulse beneath my finger tips, and my breath quickened. I could hear his heartbeat so close to my ear and it made my own heart quicken its pace. His soft hands roamed lower and lower down my body, and his lips explored my neck and collarbone, giving little nicks here and there. His lips traveled lower, following his hands as they made their way down my tingling skin. Suddenly I felt a warm sensation spread through my groin, and I looked down to see his hand on my thighs, his nails digging in to the skin slightly and his perfect lips poised above my erect member. Looking away from his captivating eyes, the smirk that tugged at his lips, I moaned in pleasure.
Then it all vanished; darkness covering my mind like a thick blanket once again.
I wished with every fiber of my being that I could wake up and it all be real. I wished that this wasn’t just the same dream I had been having for over a month now.
I sat up in bed, sweat beading on my forehead, my hands trembling from sheer excitement, and I was completely out of breath. Oh no, what did I feel under the sheets? I lifted up the covers and there was a nice boner staring back at me. “Fuck..” I cursed under my breath and slid out of bed, and headed off to the bathroom.
To explain why this dream had been plaguing me I have to tell you a story. Mind you it’s not a fairy tale, nor interesting at all at some points, but boy is it entertaining.
It all started when I saw him again. The man with the ever changing hair colors.
Oh what had it been the day I first met him? Oh yes, it had been black with red streaks throughout. It gave him a very punkish look. His eyes I remember, well he had contacts in, but they were the iciest blue I had ever seen. But I’m getting off topic again.
You see we both lived in the same town, both worked at the same little bar, both lived in the same apartment complex. Destiny right? Wrong. I had developed a major crush on this man as soon as I laid eyes upon him. He just seemed so cool. So calm and collected. I wanted to know him. I needed to know him. I was drawn to him like one magnet to another.
So I began talking to him, starting by introducing myself.
“Hey, I’m Uruha.” I smiled, and tried to keep the lustful shine out of my eyes. I wanted him so bad.
“Yeah hey.. I need to be somewhere fast, so can you move?” He seemed to growl as he pushed me out of the doorway and out to his car. Ok, so he wasn't the most polite man in the world, but tha really didn't matter.
Starting then I made it my mission to say at least one thing to him everyday. That wouldn’t be too hard since we worked together for nearly the whole day. Well I was quickly mistaken. It seemed like he had made it his mission to avoid me at all costs. Bummer. Finally one day I got tired of him ducking away whenever he saw me coming. I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him around to face me.
“Do you have a problem with me?” I asked, my face stressed into a frown and my fingers clenching tight around his small wrist.
“No.. Now let the go of me.” He tried to pull free from my grip, but I wasn’t budging.
“Then why do you keep running away every time you see me?” This man was so frustrating.
“Because.. Well you just look annoying. I don’t like talking to annoying people” Damn that was cold..
“You don’t even know me!” I growled low and let go of his wrist, turning around and walking back inside the bar. Manager-san would probably be wondering where we were, especially since it was a Friday night, usually the busiest night of the week, besides Saturday.
“Wait.. Ok I’m sorry. My name is Ruki.” Finally, a name. After how many months? Oh right, two.
After that very awkward moment outside the bar one night we came to be close friends. He soon found out that we lived in the same complex and so we got a little routine going. Every morning we would go out for coffee at the Starbucks around the corner from where we lived and just discuss whatever was new in our lives. Sometimes we were very quiet, barely saying anything. And other times we were very loud and boisterous as we described the gritty details of what had happened the previous day. It was nice getting to know that odd little man. I remember how his hair constantly changed. One day he would part it to the right and style it flat. The next day it would be parted to the left and be sticking out in every direction. It never seemed to stay one color either. The black and red didn’t last long. It went blonde, to brown, to blonde again and black. Every day was a surprise. But I liked surprises. Or at least I thought I did.
One night while we were cleaning up the bar, getting ready to lock up, we decided to try a new drink Manager-san had added to the menu. What was it called again? Oh yes. Slow Screw. I think that has become my all time favorite alcoholic drink to have ever slithered down my throat. But that's besides the point.
Well that night we got pretty drunk, both downing about half a dozen shots, or more. I’m not sure. That night isn’t really clear to me anymore. But how much we drank didn’t matter. What mattered was what happened after we were both drunk.
“Ruki.. I like you.” I slurred as I leaned forward, elbows on the bar and stared happily at the man seated in the barstool across from me.
“I like you too Uruha. You’re a great guy to hang out with.” My feelings were totally misinterpreted, but I guess in my inebriated state I didn’t really care. Instead of feeling rejected I climbed my way onto the bar top, and sat there smirking goofily down at Ruki.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ruki laughed and I gestured for him to join me on the bar top. He didn’t hesitate, but he was a little clumsier than I was in getting there. But as soon as he had settled himself beside me I turned to face him, and he did the same. Normally we would’ve started laughing as if one of us had said the funniest thing in the world, but I, still not feeling the rejection, leaned forward, one hand coming up to cup his pale cheek, and my lips came down upon his soft ones. At first he struggled, but I snaked my hand around to the back of his head and kept him there. There was no way in hell that I was letting him get away that easy.
Soon he stopped struggling and played along. I felt a smirk curl at the corner of his lips and then he lightly bit my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from me. He didn’t let go though, instead he bit down harder, and my moan deepened. Who knew I was into biting? There he had found the upper hand and he dominated the rest of the way. Removing his teeth from my lip he moved his mouth to my neck and bit at the sensitive skin. I moaned again, loader this time. His hands which had laidlimp seconds before had now started moving, one going up the black t-shirt I decided to wear that day, and the other headed down south. I knew where it was going the minute I felt him undoing my belt. But the whole time he was doing this his mouth stayed busy nipping at my neck. This was amazing. I had tried one move on one man that I thought was completely straight, and he didn’t slap me down. I was waiting for my hallelujah chorus.
Soon he had me down to my boxers ontop of the bar, my moans being muffled only when he moved his lips back to mine.
“How bad do you want me?” He growled, sending a chill of renewed pleasure through me.
“I want you so bad. Please..” I begged and my hands swiftly undid his belt, and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. Then he smirked again, oh that smirk, and flipped me so I was on all fours on the bar. We were about to do it on the bar! My heart thundered in my chest and I could feel the sweet release lurking just around the corner. His hands pulled down my own boxers and without warning he shoved two fingers into me, scissoring as he thrust in and out. It seemed like he had done this all before, but I wasn’t focused on that fact. All I cared about was that this beautiful man was about to screw me ontop of a bar.
He pulled his fingers free and my breathing hitched when I felt him ready himself at my entrance. Without any questions he shoved himself in. Within seconds he had a rhythm going, and I was in complete heaven. Nothing could ruin that perfect moment. Nothing except for Manager-san walking in on us. But thankfully that didn’t happen.
After all was said and done, we both got dressed and said our farewells. We were both still very drunk when we stepped out of the bar, and it took us a few minutes to realize that we were both going the same direction to the same complex. Exchanging a laugh we walked together, joking the whole time about my newly acquired limp, and bite marks. But somewhere in the back of my head I knew we wouldn’t be laughing in the morning.
“Ugh.. why the hell..” I mumbled as I sat up, my head throbbing and the light streaming into my bedroom through the window not helping one bit. I tried to slide out of bed like normal, but there was a large lump blocking my exit. Wait, the lump was snoring. “oh shit..” I mumbled again and pulled the covers back to reveal a sleeping Ruki, who was totally naked. I looked down at myself and to my amazement, I too was naked. “Oh shit..”
“Shut up..Please just shut up.” Ruki grumbled. So he wasn’t asleep?! “Umm..Sorry.” I stuttered, afraid of what was about to happen next. What was he going to do? I watched as he sat up, rubbing his head and squinting into the light. “What happened last night Uruha?” He asked in a very serious tone? I felt my heart drop like a lead weight, because I didn’t remember. Well not all of it exactly. “I’m guessing we had sex.” I shifted in the bed, and winced in pain. “A few times.” Ruki shook his head and looked away from me. “I feared so.” With that he slid out of my bed, got dressed and walked out of my apartment. That was the exact time he walked out of my life too. I thought it was for forever.. But I was wrong.