Thousend Miles - Chapter Twelfe - AoixUruha
Titel : Thousend Miles
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapte Twelfe
Warnings: Violance, hard language
Band : The GazettE
Pairing: Ao ix Uruha
Summary : Aoi grapped the other one on his chin and pulled his face, so that Uruha had to face him. The honey blonde glared at him angrily, tried in vain to turn his head away. Aoi chuckeld darkly, rather he simply bent down and forced Uruha into a kiss.
Comments: English isn´t my first language >< But I hope there aren´t too many mistakes in it *smile*
Uruha didn´t know how much time had passed since the others had gone, but it could have been much. Maximum half an hour since he had been tied up here.
Uruha couldn´t believe that he was so mistaken in Aoi. Or he did he simply perusade himself the assassin wasn´t so bed? But why? Just because he knew his past? Or because of the black-haired man had treated him a few days right? Uruhas thoughts were buzzing and pretty soon he got a headache from them.
A faint creaking ripped him from his thoughts. The stairs creaked as someone walked up. The honey blonde frowned. Should it even be Aoi, who came back?
Who unlocked the door and opened it a crack?
Uruha craned his neck to have a better view of the newcomer, buhe couldn´t see anyone yet.
Aoi ~? ",he couldn´t prevent his voice to sound hopeful.
There was no answer.
Instead, the door was opened with a faint squeaking completely.
"I'm not Aoi ~ Sweety," the voice giggled low, making Uruha turn into a pillar of salt.
The Storm whip again mercilessly around the house, as Aoi, pulling his coat further up, went to the outside. The assassin had instructed his men to make research on the honey blonde. He himself would go back to the house to collect the remaining documents of his dead client. He waited until all his men were in their cars and drove away were, only then he sat into his own. The snow swirled high on both sides of his car, when the black-haired man stepped through the accelerator and raced down the long road. Aoi didn´t notice that one of his hen dind´t follow his command and, barely, that the assassin had driven off, turned back and had sneaked into the house.
Uruha had stopped breathing when he saw who just entered the room. Matsuo.
His eye was swollen shut , the violets still clearly visible on his face. Which made him look even more threatening than without out already.
The beefy guy laughed, before he went slowly closer to Uruha , closing the door behind him.
"If I remember right, you owe me something ... ~," he grinned dirty and licked ,full of anticipation his chapped lips.
"I owe you nothing!", The presentiment tied Uruhas throat, let his heart beat to his ears, so that his words sounded more like a gasp, then a real protest.
Matsuo laughed again, he found the whole thing rather amusing. Uruha was no one who could give Matsuo a real resistance. He brushed his hair from his face, before he took slow steps closer to Uruha, as the robbers prey he looked at the honey blonde. Finally, he sat down next to him, but so that Uruha couldn´t kick him.
Uruha backed away as far from him as his chains only allow..
Matsuo's glance seemed to undress him he examined Uruha. You could literally follow Matsuo thoughts on his forehead. Matsuo crooked grin, before he leaned down and licked Uruhas cheek.
"Hmmm ~ I had known that you're especially delicious ~ no wonder that Aoi wanted you all for himself ~"
Uruha had the feeling that he needed to throw up. He tried to turn away his head, but Matsuo kept him in an iron grip.
"Tzz-tzz-tzz ~"
Uruha glared angrily at him, but then Matsuo had already pressed his lips on the Honey-blondes. Kissing him deeply.
Uruha could taste the taste of cigarettes which clung to Matsuos lips. Disgusted the Blonde bit in his lip, whereupon Matsuo let him immediately go, but so slapped Uruha the very next second so hard,that Uruhas head flewto the side. A faint cry of pain left his lips, and for a moment everything swam before his eyes. Uruha dizziness pinched up his eyes. His breathing was now shallow and very quickly. An uncontrolled tremors shook the blond, as Matsuo grabbed him once again on the chin and turned Uruhas face again to him.
"Nana .... That wasn´t very nice of you, was it ~?"
Matsuo licked the blood from his lip. Uruha stiffened under this renewed contact. Stretched his shoulders and looked defiantly at the other.
"Do not touch me ~" the honey blonde growled. His eyes flashed angrily and proud.
Matsuo tightened his grip on Uruhas chin. Ignored the protest and kissed the blonde again. This time Uruha didn´t even manage to bite Matsuo, because his chin was geld far to firmly by the boor.
Uruha bowels seemed to turn around when the smell of tobacco came back again and Matsuo rough lips pressed were to his.
It seemed like an eternity, in which the penetrating taste made him almost vomit.
Like a fish out of water the honey blonde gasped for air as Matsuo finally broke the kiss.
However, his joy was not at all too long, because the very next moment he was freed and Matsuo dragged his shirt from his body and pulled Uruha on the bed, and chained him to the headboard.
The tires of Aoi's car spun on the snow, when the black-haired man drove into the city. His hands were so tightly wrapped around the steering wheel that the knuckles stood out white. He could not believe that his subordinates began , after so many years of loyalty, to doubt him. But the one, who annoyed him the most, was Matsuo. Who did the guy thought he was?? Aoi fished blindly beside him in the glove box and wanted to reach for his notebook to look up the address again exactly. The streets were too dark to be able to find the house without it. But instead of the thin leather booklet he found in the art only a pack of cigarettes. The assassin sighed frustrated and pulled around the steering wheel. Turned in the middle of the road. Today was probably really not his day! Now he had forgotten that damn book too!
A few minutes later he was back to his house, which stood out dimly lit against the almost black night sky.
Aoi turned the key in the lock, found the booklet also immediately. He had forgotten it on the dresser in the hallway when he had kicked out his men. Sighing, he put it into his bag and was about to leave the house again when he suddenly heard noises.
"Leave it! Stop it! PLEASE stop it! "Uruha squirmed desperately under Matsuo hands, which slipped over his body. Touched him in places where he never wanted to be touched by this man.
"Stop fidgeting honey, or it will hurt only more ~" Matsuo laughed dull and Uruha pulled down his pants.
Aoi frowned. Did Uruha soliloquizes ? Somehow he could not quite believe it. Aoi crept as quietly as he could up the stairs. Had cautionary pulled his weapon in . The door to his bedroom was not locked, only ajar. Aoi hesitated again. He was sure that he had closed it behind him. With one kick, he kicked it open and his facial expression derailed. He couldn´t believe what he saw just infront of his eyes. Matsuo snatnd, or rather sat on his bed and pulled on the underwear of a wild kicking Uruha.
"MATSUO!"
How could he dare to oppose his commands?
To break in , into his house?! And, above all, how could he dare to put his dirty hand on Uruha?
The beefy guy flinched immediantely when he heard the angry voice of his boss. Instantly he let go of Uruha and slid off the bed.
"Aoi-sama ~ it´s not like it seems! I did not! I can explain it, " the so self-assured man began to stutter when he saw Aoi angry glare.
"Follow," Aoi growled the single word between his teeth.
"Aoi-sama ... I ..."
"FOLLOW!", This time he yelled at Matsuo. And so loudly that even Uruha started.
Shortly afterwards both men had disappeared downward. Uruha wan´t interested in what would happen down there. He didn´t want to know, thogh. All that interested him at the moment was that Aoi was there. That he had saved him. The fact that he was safe now. Aoi would not allow it ... ... Uruha pressed his lips firmly together so that he woldn´t to burst into tears. However, his chest was trembling with suppressed sobs. He was so happy that Aoi was there ....
Aoi bit his lower lip as he re-entered the room and looked at the bed. The body of the blonde seemed to tremble and he literally was as pale as the white sheets beneath him.
Aoi quickly opened the chains.
“ Everything is fine -" He got no further, because there Uruha had already clung to him as to his last straw.
The words were stuck in Aois throat as the blond dug his fingers into his shirt and buried his face in his chest, before he began to cry bitterly. Aoi had never experienced the ever-proud blonde in such a state. Nor had he thought it possible to see him ever like that. Uruhas body was shaken by sobs, which left his lips, though he tried to prevent it, and were attenuated by Aoi top. His shoulders shook as more and more tears flowed down his cheeks and soaked Aoi top. But he was just so relieved to know Aoi was there. So incredibly happy that Matsuo was gone. That he had not been raped…
The blond man managed it simply no longer h to remain master of his emotions, which collapsed like a tidal wave now over him and left a mess.
Aoi was visibly overwhelmed by the situation. He was simply not used to such emotional outbursts. He hadn´t come for years into the bedrullie to have to console someone. Not mentioning, that he never wanted to ...
"Hey ~ ~ Schhhh"
For the first time in many years, his voice was soft.
"It's all right... ~"
Carefully, he began to stroke Uruha. As though he was afraid that the blond man would break like sensitive porcelain particularly, if he would touch him firmer.
Earlier, when Aoi was very young and a very bad nightmare had scared him so much that he had fled into his parents bed, his mother had stroked him until he had calmed down. Aoi had always felt a lot better then. Maybe it worked at Uruha, too?
Slowly, life returned to Uruha and the young man broke away, though still very hesitant of Aoi. For a moment he looked just at Aoi. His face still marked by the post-traumatic shock he had suffered. But then his face changed again, and he grimaced a bit. Almost as if he had suddenly get a headache. You could see his brain working formally as more and more thoughts raced through it.
"Thank you .... But-but-... .... ~ "Uruhas voice was low and hoarse, so he broke off and cleared his throat.
"Why do you keep me here! Why can´t I just go? You've got no use for me! So why do not you finish it? "Uruhas voice grew louder, more desperate. He just didn´t understand why Aoi treated him that way. Why is he the saved him in the one hand, then chained him and kept him as a prisoner.
“Let me go, kill me, but do something! , the blonde sobbed again. It was just simply too much for him. He wanted to go home. Somewhere where he was safe ...
"I can´t stand it anymore! I can´t stand it any longer! What do you WANT from me? "
Aoi looked at the honey blond with expressionless face. His usual Pockerface, when in reality his mind raced. To kill Uruha was out of question, as well as to let him go . But what use had he keeping the blond?
"I do not know," said Aoi, after a long break, almost surprised.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapte Twelfe
Warnings: Violance, hard language
Band : The GazettE
Pairing: Ao ix Uruha
Summary : Aoi grapped the other one on his chin and pulled his face, so that Uruha had to face him. The honey blonde glared at him angrily, tried in vain to turn his head away. Aoi chuckeld darkly, rather he simply bent down and forced Uruha into a kiss.
Comments: English isn´t my first language >< But I hope there aren´t too many mistakes in it *smile*
Uruha didn´t know how much time had passed since the others had gone, but it could have been much. Maximum half an hour since he had been tied up here.
Uruha couldn´t believe that he was so mistaken in Aoi. Or he did he simply perusade himself the assassin wasn´t so bed? But why? Just because he knew his past? Or because of the black-haired man had treated him a few days right? Uruhas thoughts were buzzing and pretty soon he got a headache from them.
A faint creaking ripped him from his thoughts. The stairs creaked as someone walked up. The honey blonde frowned. Should it even be Aoi, who came back?
Who unlocked the door and opened it a crack?
Uruha craned his neck to have a better view of the newcomer, buhe couldn´t see anyone yet.
Aoi ~? ",he couldn´t prevent his voice to sound hopeful.
There was no answer.
Instead, the door was opened with a faint squeaking completely.
"I'm not Aoi ~ Sweety," the voice giggled low, making Uruha turn into a pillar of salt.
The Storm whip again mercilessly around the house, as Aoi, pulling his coat further up, went to the outside. The assassin had instructed his men to make research on the honey blonde. He himself would go back to the house to collect the remaining documents of his dead client. He waited until all his men were in their cars and drove away were, only then he sat into his own. The snow swirled high on both sides of his car, when the black-haired man stepped through the accelerator and raced down the long road. Aoi didn´t notice that one of his hen dind´t follow his command and, barely, that the assassin had driven off, turned back and had sneaked into the house.
Uruha had stopped breathing when he saw who just entered the room. Matsuo.
His eye was swollen shut , the violets still clearly visible on his face. Which made him look even more threatening than without out already.
The beefy guy laughed, before he went slowly closer to Uruha , closing the door behind him.
"If I remember right, you owe me something ... ~," he grinned dirty and licked ,full of anticipation his chapped lips.
"I owe you nothing!", The presentiment tied Uruhas throat, let his heart beat to his ears, so that his words sounded more like a gasp, then a real protest.
Matsuo laughed again, he found the whole thing rather amusing. Uruha was no one who could give Matsuo a real resistance. He brushed his hair from his face, before he took slow steps closer to Uruha, as the robbers prey he looked at the honey blonde. Finally, he sat down next to him, but so that Uruha couldn´t kick him.
Uruha backed away as far from him as his chains only allow..
Matsuo's glance seemed to undress him he examined Uruha. You could literally follow Matsuo thoughts on his forehead. Matsuo crooked grin, before he leaned down and licked Uruhas cheek.
"Hmmm ~ I had known that you're especially delicious ~ no wonder that Aoi wanted you all for himself ~"
Uruha had the feeling that he needed to throw up. He tried to turn away his head, but Matsuo kept him in an iron grip.
"Tzz-tzz-tzz ~"
Uruha glared angrily at him, but then Matsuo had already pressed his lips on the Honey-blondes. Kissing him deeply.
Uruha could taste the taste of cigarettes which clung to Matsuos lips. Disgusted the Blonde bit in his lip, whereupon Matsuo let him immediately go, but so slapped Uruha the very next second so hard,that Uruhas head flewto the side. A faint cry of pain left his lips, and for a moment everything swam before his eyes. Uruha dizziness pinched up his eyes. His breathing was now shallow and very quickly. An uncontrolled tremors shook the blond, as Matsuo grabbed him once again on the chin and turned Uruhas face again to him.
"Nana .... That wasn´t very nice of you, was it ~?"
Matsuo licked the blood from his lip. Uruha stiffened under this renewed contact. Stretched his shoulders and looked defiantly at the other.
"Do not touch me ~" the honey blonde growled. His eyes flashed angrily and proud.
Matsuo tightened his grip on Uruhas chin. Ignored the protest and kissed the blonde again. This time Uruha didn´t even manage to bite Matsuo, because his chin was geld far to firmly by the boor.
Uruha bowels seemed to turn around when the smell of tobacco came back again and Matsuo rough lips pressed were to his.
It seemed like an eternity, in which the penetrating taste made him almost vomit.
Like a fish out of water the honey blonde gasped for air as Matsuo finally broke the kiss.
However, his joy was not at all too long, because the very next moment he was freed and Matsuo dragged his shirt from his body and pulled Uruha on the bed, and chained him to the headboard.
The tires of Aoi's car spun on the snow, when the black-haired man drove into the city. His hands were so tightly wrapped around the steering wheel that the knuckles stood out white. He could not believe that his subordinates began , after so many years of loyalty, to doubt him. But the one, who annoyed him the most, was Matsuo. Who did the guy thought he was?? Aoi fished blindly beside him in the glove box and wanted to reach for his notebook to look up the address again exactly. The streets were too dark to be able to find the house without it. But instead of the thin leather booklet he found in the art only a pack of cigarettes. The assassin sighed frustrated and pulled around the steering wheel. Turned in the middle of the road. Today was probably really not his day! Now he had forgotten that damn book too!
A few minutes later he was back to his house, which stood out dimly lit against the almost black night sky.
Aoi turned the key in the lock, found the booklet also immediately. He had forgotten it on the dresser in the hallway when he had kicked out his men. Sighing, he put it into his bag and was about to leave the house again when he suddenly heard noises.
"Leave it! Stop it! PLEASE stop it! "Uruha squirmed desperately under Matsuo hands, which slipped over his body. Touched him in places where he never wanted to be touched by this man.
"Stop fidgeting honey, or it will hurt only more ~" Matsuo laughed dull and Uruha pulled down his pants.
Aoi frowned. Did Uruha soliloquizes ? Somehow he could not quite believe it. Aoi crept as quietly as he could up the stairs. Had cautionary pulled his weapon in . The door to his bedroom was not locked, only ajar. Aoi hesitated again. He was sure that he had closed it behind him. With one kick, he kicked it open and his facial expression derailed. He couldn´t believe what he saw just infront of his eyes. Matsuo snatnd, or rather sat on his bed and pulled on the underwear of a wild kicking Uruha.
"MATSUO!"
How could he dare to oppose his commands?
To break in , into his house?! And, above all, how could he dare to put his dirty hand on Uruha?
The beefy guy flinched immediantely when he heard the angry voice of his boss. Instantly he let go of Uruha and slid off the bed.
"Aoi-sama ~ it´s not like it seems! I did not! I can explain it, " the so self-assured man began to stutter when he saw Aoi angry glare.
"Follow," Aoi growled the single word between his teeth.
"Aoi-sama ... I ..."
"FOLLOW!", This time he yelled at Matsuo. And so loudly that even Uruha started.
Shortly afterwards both men had disappeared downward. Uruha wan´t interested in what would happen down there. He didn´t want to know, thogh. All that interested him at the moment was that Aoi was there. That he had saved him. The fact that he was safe now. Aoi would not allow it ... ... Uruha pressed his lips firmly together so that he woldn´t to burst into tears. However, his chest was trembling with suppressed sobs. He was so happy that Aoi was there ....
Aoi bit his lower lip as he re-entered the room and looked at the bed. The body of the blonde seemed to tremble and he literally was as pale as the white sheets beneath him.
Aoi quickly opened the chains.
“ Everything is fine -" He got no further, because there Uruha had already clung to him as to his last straw.
The words were stuck in Aois throat as the blond dug his fingers into his shirt and buried his face in his chest, before he began to cry bitterly. Aoi had never experienced the ever-proud blonde in such a state. Nor had he thought it possible to see him ever like that. Uruhas body was shaken by sobs, which left his lips, though he tried to prevent it, and were attenuated by Aoi top. His shoulders shook as more and more tears flowed down his cheeks and soaked Aoi top. But he was just so relieved to know Aoi was there. So incredibly happy that Matsuo was gone. That he had not been raped…
The blond man managed it simply no longer h to remain master of his emotions, which collapsed like a tidal wave now over him and left a mess.
Aoi was visibly overwhelmed by the situation. He was simply not used to such emotional outbursts. He hadn´t come for years into the bedrullie to have to console someone. Not mentioning, that he never wanted to ...
"Hey ~ ~ Schhhh"
For the first time in many years, his voice was soft.
"It's all right... ~"
Carefully, he began to stroke Uruha. As though he was afraid that the blond man would break like sensitive porcelain particularly, if he would touch him firmer.
Earlier, when Aoi was very young and a very bad nightmare had scared him so much that he had fled into his parents bed, his mother had stroked him until he had calmed down. Aoi had always felt a lot better then. Maybe it worked at Uruha, too?
Slowly, life returned to Uruha and the young man broke away, though still very hesitant of Aoi. For a moment he looked just at Aoi. His face still marked by the post-traumatic shock he had suffered. But then his face changed again, and he grimaced a bit. Almost as if he had suddenly get a headache. You could see his brain working formally as more and more thoughts raced through it.
"Thank you .... But-but-... .... ~ "Uruhas voice was low and hoarse, so he broke off and cleared his throat.
"Why do you keep me here! Why can´t I just go? You've got no use for me! So why do not you finish it? "Uruhas voice grew louder, more desperate. He just didn´t understand why Aoi treated him that way. Why is he the saved him in the one hand, then chained him and kept him as a prisoner.
“Let me go, kill me, but do something! , the blonde sobbed again. It was just simply too much for him. He wanted to go home. Somewhere where he was safe ...
"I can´t stand it anymore! I can´t stand it any longer! What do you WANT from me? "
Aoi looked at the honey blond with expressionless face. His usual Pockerface, when in reality his mind raced. To kill Uruha was out of question, as well as to let him go . But what use had he keeping the blond?
"I do not know," said Aoi, after a long break, almost surprised.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven