Thousend Miles- AoixUruha - Chapter Thirteen
Titel : Thousend Miles
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapte Thirteen
Warnings: Violance, hard language, smut in this one :D
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*
I´m so sorry it took me so long, once again ><
School sucks :(
I have almost no time at all to write :(
The blond was now almost a week in bed. Refused to eat. Left the food, Aoi brought him regularly, untouched. Only drank every now and then some water. Aoi had never thought that he would ever see Uruha so broken. Uruha, who had looked so stubbornly at him just ay there, as though he had absolutely no drive to do anything more.
And so indeed it was. Absent Uruha stared at the ceiling. He couldn´t go away from here. Although there was really no reason to keep him though. Uruha rolled over on his side and buried his face in the pillow. He hated being dependent on the whims of others. And this situation, in which he could decide nothing for himself, wether he could go out, or not, was fretting him. He was just totally dependent on what Aoi decided to do. But the worst thing was, that he couldn´t condemn Aoi for that. As much as he wanted to hate Aoi, because he kept him prisoner here, that he had kidnapped him - he simply couldn´t. And that was that gnawed the most on his nerves. That he even at best didn´t know what he wanted. He had had never experienced something like that before. That he couldn´t decide whether he wanted to stay with Aoi or not. Or rather - if he find him atractive or not. And yet he found himself in exactly this situation. He couldn´t reckon Aois character at all and that unsettled him.
Uruha was so deep lost in his, for several days, always same thought lost, that he hadn´t heard that Aoi had entered the bedroom. He only woke up from his Lathargie, as the black-haired man popped a bottle on the bedside table. Whisky. Confused, he looked at Aoi, who squeezed a glass in his hand.
"Here ~ drink and then stob being so fucking apathetic! “
Even if Aoi would have probably never admitted that he hated to see Uruha so depressed . He missed the fighting spirit of the blonde. The challenging looks he had always thrown at him. Even his constant attempts to run away. Aoi hated to see Uruha lying around so lifeless. It did not fit him ....
Uruha slowly sat up and wiped a strand of hair from his face.
"Kanpai ~" Aoi sat down with him, so close that Uruha could almost feel his body heat.
The black-haired set his own glass to his lips and let the burning liquid run down his throat.
For a while Uruha simply stared at the glass in his hand, but then he brought it ti his lips and let the liquid ran down his throat in the secret hope that the alcohol would drive his thoughts away, or deliver him at least some answers to the many questions that always appeared in his mind when he looked at Aoi. Even if Uruha was actually used to drink quite a lot, he noticed the alcohol almost immediately. It warmed him up from the inside and breathed some life in him, even if the questions in his head were still no less, it was now easier for Uruha push them in the back of his mind.
Aoi looked at the blond for a while, like as if he would try to guess what Uruha was thinking about, but then he poured him just a second glass. Filled his own glass too and they both drank it in one go again..
Three more glasses later Uruha had his head leaned on the shoulder of the assassin and inhaled his scent. Uruhas brain seemed to be packed in cotton. At least it felt that way. The thoughts, that had tortured him for so long were disappeared and made room for a pleasant silence. Partly because of the alcohol, which acts on an empty stomach very quickly, but also because Aoi was so close. Uruha had to admit. Aoi scent seemed to dispel all the worries, as if there was nothing in the world what he had to fear as long as the black-haired man was beside him..
Aoi didn´t smell of mint, as Uruha had always thought. Now that he was so close to the source of the odor, he could smell something else out. It was a mixture of smells. Mint, mixed with orange and something else , what Uruha couldn´t describe, and what was so much part of Aoi. Uruha liked the scent. It was strangely intoxicating. Like the aroma of cookies at Christmas let you feel at home, it did also Aois smell with him.
"Gomen ~"
Aoi's voice interrupted Uruhas thoughts. Confused, he blinked up at the Black-haired.
"Gomen ~ I shouldn´t have handcuffed you ... ~"
How long hadn´t Aoi begged pardon anymore? The feeling of regret, was already almost forgotten. But Uruha seemed to have a magical gift to bring all of the assessor-lost feelings of Aoi to the surface again. To give Aoi to give the feeling to be really alive.
Uruha looked at the full sensuous lips of the other. Merely nodded at his statement. Uruhas drunken brain had hardly realized the importance of the statement. The mere sound of the dark voice of the assassin had been enough to let him shiver.
Aoi turned his head slightly so that it was only a few inches away from Uruhas.
Waited for a response, or at least something which would show him that Uruha had really understood how much it had cost him overcome his pride - how much it eant for him ? - That Uruha knew that he really regretted what he have done.
Uruha looked mesmerized at Aoi's lips, which were now so close to his own. You could almost feel the warmth, that was radiating from them. That you could almost feel the air becoming thicker. Could hear the crackle that seems to be in the air. This suction, which literally pulled Uruha under his spell and provided an almost unbearable desire to taste those lips.
Uruha did not know if it was only in the alcohol, or whether there was something more behind that , what lay dormant somewhere in secret. And right now it doesn´t interest him at all. All he knew was, that he felt almost magically drawn to this man, whom he really should have hate and whom he couldn´t hate at all, no matter how hard he tried ...
Slowly, as if in a trance Uruha overcame the short distance between them and put his lips on Aois. He just wanted to test, if his lips were really so soft, so sweet as they looked like ...
The Kiss, which had started so innocently, get fiery, more passionate, until them both, the head began to buzz.
"Hngh ~"
Uruha gasped softly into the kiss, as Aoi buried his hand in his hair and pressed his lips more firmly against his own.
What was he actually doing?
Aoi's brain seemed to have stopped working, barely, that he had felt those sinful lips on his.
Uruha could not believe what he was doing. With whom he was doing it. And above all, he could not believe that Aoi kissed him back ... ~
Eagerly he pressed his lips to the ones of the man who had kidnapped him. Inhaled the full minty taste, like a drowning the life-saving oxygen, while the hands of the dark-haired ghosted along his sides.
"Mhhm ~"
Aoi's dark moan seemed to make Uruhas self-control crumble. He didn´t thought logically anymore . Instead, his arms wrapped impatiently around the neck of Aoi and he pressed his body against his fell finally on the bad. A deep groan escaped Aoi's lips as he pressed the warm body in the sheets. Uruha, whom he actually hadn´t want to touch. Hadn´t want to force to do things, that would humiliate him. But now the situation was completely different. Uruha was the one who pressed himself so willingly to him. And Aoi saw no reason and no need to resist him any longer.
Cheeky, he pushed his tongue between Uruhas full lips and plundered possessive his mouth.
Uruha gasped against the sinful lips that clouded his mind, devoured him completely.
The kiss was solved only shortly when the two men impatiently tore the tops each others body. Aoi's lips travelled along the foreign body, which was so willingly presented to him.
Uruha sag. Pushed himself closer to the man, who took his breath away. He made him feel drunk, made him feel better, then any other guy , he had ever met. His head buzzed. Aoi left him no space for thinking. There was simply no room in his mind for thoughts, except the one that he wanted him. There was neither a tomorrow nor a yesterday, only the now. There were only they two. Everything doesn´t exist for Uruha at that moment. There was only Aois sinful lips on his body that made the time freeze.
Uruha couldn´t believe it. Of all things possible, it was this man, that made him feel the magic, that he had longed for so long.
They movements became more passionately. More and more cloth were flying off the bed until their heated, naked bodies were pressed against each other. They were surrendered from their ecstasy and their voices broke the stillness of the night, filled the room with husky panting, until they finally reached their peak together, and collapsed exhausted on the bed.
Tiredly Aoi pulled the blond into his arms. Buried his nose in the curve between Uruhas neck and shoulder and breathed deeply.
Uruha smelled of sex, vanilla and something that Aoi couldn´t define and what was so typical Uruha.
Almost tenderly Aoi wiped a lock of hair from Uruhas sweaty face.
Uruha snuggled closer to Aoi. Pressed his cheek at Aois hand, as he wiped him the flick of hair away. His cheeks were still deep red and he knew that once his orgasm had faded completely and he could think clearly again, the countless questions would come back and cause him a headache. Yes, he would probably regret it. But at the moment it didn´t matter for him at all. At the moment he was happy. As happy, as never before in his whole life. Aoi wasn´t an assassin, or at least that was , what Uruha wanted to make himself believe. Aoi was the man he wanted. The enchanted him, without that he even noticed it ...
A happy smile crept up on the features of the blond and he looked under his thick lashes up to Aoi. Searched for the same expression on the features of Aoi , just so that he could believe the world was a good place for a little it longer. Aoi looked Uruha in the eyes as the memory suddenly hit him , like a wrecking ball, in the face.
A sharp pain raced through his head. Like a in a Dejavou he could remember a scene, he had forgotten for so long. The murder of his mother. The shot. And then suddenly something was there. Just before he had lost consciousness, he remembered again, he had seen a wallet, which had been lying open on the ground. In the wallet had been a photo of a boy. He was only slightly younger than Aoi .
Fine, almost feminine face framed by blond-dyed hair.
The same smile, the same feminine facial features, such as that of the man with whom he had just slept. The boy of those days, was Uruha.
Aoi's eyes widened for a period of several seconds. He pushed Uruha away , before he jumped up hastily from the bed, grabbed his things and almost fled out of the room.Brought Uruha brutally back to the present.
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
Chapter Twelfe
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapte Thirteen
Warnings: Violance, hard language, smut in this one :D
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*
I´m so sorry it took me so long, once again ><
School sucks :(
I have almost no time at all to write :(
The blond was now almost a week in bed. Refused to eat. Left the food, Aoi brought him regularly, untouched. Only drank every now and then some water. Aoi had never thought that he would ever see Uruha so broken. Uruha, who had looked so stubbornly at him just ay there, as though he had absolutely no drive to do anything more.
And so indeed it was. Absent Uruha stared at the ceiling. He couldn´t go away from here. Although there was really no reason to keep him though. Uruha rolled over on his side and buried his face in the pillow. He hated being dependent on the whims of others. And this situation, in which he could decide nothing for himself, wether he could go out, or not, was fretting him. He was just totally dependent on what Aoi decided to do. But the worst thing was, that he couldn´t condemn Aoi for that. As much as he wanted to hate Aoi, because he kept him prisoner here, that he had kidnapped him - he simply couldn´t. And that was that gnawed the most on his nerves. That he even at best didn´t know what he wanted. He had had never experienced something like that before. That he couldn´t decide whether he wanted to stay with Aoi or not. Or rather - if he find him atractive or not. And yet he found himself in exactly this situation. He couldn´t reckon Aois character at all and that unsettled him.
Uruha was so deep lost in his, for several days, always same thought lost, that he hadn´t heard that Aoi had entered the bedroom. He only woke up from his Lathargie, as the black-haired man popped a bottle on the bedside table. Whisky. Confused, he looked at Aoi, who squeezed a glass in his hand.
"Here ~ drink and then stob being so fucking apathetic! “
Even if Aoi would have probably never admitted that he hated to see Uruha so depressed . He missed the fighting spirit of the blonde. The challenging looks he had always thrown at him. Even his constant attempts to run away. Aoi hated to see Uruha lying around so lifeless. It did not fit him ....
Uruha slowly sat up and wiped a strand of hair from his face.
"Kanpai ~" Aoi sat down with him, so close that Uruha could almost feel his body heat.
The black-haired set his own glass to his lips and let the burning liquid run down his throat.
For a while Uruha simply stared at the glass in his hand, but then he brought it ti his lips and let the liquid ran down his throat in the secret hope that the alcohol would drive his thoughts away, or deliver him at least some answers to the many questions that always appeared in his mind when he looked at Aoi. Even if Uruha was actually used to drink quite a lot, he noticed the alcohol almost immediately. It warmed him up from the inside and breathed some life in him, even if the questions in his head were still no less, it was now easier for Uruha push them in the back of his mind.
Aoi looked at the blond for a while, like as if he would try to guess what Uruha was thinking about, but then he poured him just a second glass. Filled his own glass too and they both drank it in one go again..
Three more glasses later Uruha had his head leaned on the shoulder of the assassin and inhaled his scent. Uruhas brain seemed to be packed in cotton. At least it felt that way. The thoughts, that had tortured him for so long were disappeared and made room for a pleasant silence. Partly because of the alcohol, which acts on an empty stomach very quickly, but also because Aoi was so close. Uruha had to admit. Aoi scent seemed to dispel all the worries, as if there was nothing in the world what he had to fear as long as the black-haired man was beside him..
Aoi didn´t smell of mint, as Uruha had always thought. Now that he was so close to the source of the odor, he could smell something else out. It was a mixture of smells. Mint, mixed with orange and something else , what Uruha couldn´t describe, and what was so much part of Aoi. Uruha liked the scent. It was strangely intoxicating. Like the aroma of cookies at Christmas let you feel at home, it did also Aois smell with him.
"Gomen ~"
Aoi's voice interrupted Uruhas thoughts. Confused, he blinked up at the Black-haired.
"Gomen ~ I shouldn´t have handcuffed you ... ~"
How long hadn´t Aoi begged pardon anymore? The feeling of regret, was already almost forgotten. But Uruha seemed to have a magical gift to bring all of the assessor-lost feelings of Aoi to the surface again. To give Aoi to give the feeling to be really alive.
Uruha looked at the full sensuous lips of the other. Merely nodded at his statement. Uruhas drunken brain had hardly realized the importance of the statement. The mere sound of the dark voice of the assassin had been enough to let him shiver.
Aoi turned his head slightly so that it was only a few inches away from Uruhas.
Waited for a response, or at least something which would show him that Uruha had really understood how much it had cost him overcome his pride - how much it eant for him ? - That Uruha knew that he really regretted what he have done.
Uruha looked mesmerized at Aoi's lips, which were now so close to his own. You could almost feel the warmth, that was radiating from them. That you could almost feel the air becoming thicker. Could hear the crackle that seems to be in the air. This suction, which literally pulled Uruha under his spell and provided an almost unbearable desire to taste those lips.
Uruha did not know if it was only in the alcohol, or whether there was something more behind that , what lay dormant somewhere in secret. And right now it doesn´t interest him at all. All he knew was, that he felt almost magically drawn to this man, whom he really should have hate and whom he couldn´t hate at all, no matter how hard he tried ...
Slowly, as if in a trance Uruha overcame the short distance between them and put his lips on Aois. He just wanted to test, if his lips were really so soft, so sweet as they looked like ...
The Kiss, which had started so innocently, get fiery, more passionate, until them both, the head began to buzz.
"Hngh ~"
Uruha gasped softly into the kiss, as Aoi buried his hand in his hair and pressed his lips more firmly against his own.
What was he actually doing?
Aoi's brain seemed to have stopped working, barely, that he had felt those sinful lips on his.
Uruha could not believe what he was doing. With whom he was doing it. And above all, he could not believe that Aoi kissed him back ... ~
Eagerly he pressed his lips to the ones of the man who had kidnapped him. Inhaled the full minty taste, like a drowning the life-saving oxygen, while the hands of the dark-haired ghosted along his sides.
"Mhhm ~"
Aoi's dark moan seemed to make Uruhas self-control crumble. He didn´t thought logically anymore . Instead, his arms wrapped impatiently around the neck of Aoi and he pressed his body against his fell finally on the bad. A deep groan escaped Aoi's lips as he pressed the warm body in the sheets. Uruha, whom he actually hadn´t want to touch. Hadn´t want to force to do things, that would humiliate him. But now the situation was completely different. Uruha was the one who pressed himself so willingly to him. And Aoi saw no reason and no need to resist him any longer.
Cheeky, he pushed his tongue between Uruhas full lips and plundered possessive his mouth.
Uruha gasped against the sinful lips that clouded his mind, devoured him completely.
The kiss was solved only shortly when the two men impatiently tore the tops each others body. Aoi's lips travelled along the foreign body, which was so willingly presented to him.
Uruha sag. Pushed himself closer to the man, who took his breath away. He made him feel drunk, made him feel better, then any other guy , he had ever met. His head buzzed. Aoi left him no space for thinking. There was simply no room in his mind for thoughts, except the one that he wanted him. There was neither a tomorrow nor a yesterday, only the now. There were only they two. Everything doesn´t exist for Uruha at that moment. There was only Aois sinful lips on his body that made the time freeze.
Uruha couldn´t believe it. Of all things possible, it was this man, that made him feel the magic, that he had longed for so long.
They movements became more passionately. More and more cloth were flying off the bed until their heated, naked bodies were pressed against each other. They were surrendered from their ecstasy and their voices broke the stillness of the night, filled the room with husky panting, until they finally reached their peak together, and collapsed exhausted on the bed.
Tiredly Aoi pulled the blond into his arms. Buried his nose in the curve between Uruhas neck and shoulder and breathed deeply.
Uruha smelled of sex, vanilla and something that Aoi couldn´t define and what was so typical Uruha.
Almost tenderly Aoi wiped a lock of hair from Uruhas sweaty face.
Uruha snuggled closer to Aoi. Pressed his cheek at Aois hand, as he wiped him the flick of hair away. His cheeks were still deep red and he knew that once his orgasm had faded completely and he could think clearly again, the countless questions would come back and cause him a headache. Yes, he would probably regret it. But at the moment it didn´t matter for him at all. At the moment he was happy. As happy, as never before in his whole life. Aoi wasn´t an assassin, or at least that was , what Uruha wanted to make himself believe. Aoi was the man he wanted. The enchanted him, without that he even noticed it ...
A happy smile crept up on the features of the blond and he looked under his thick lashes up to Aoi. Searched for the same expression on the features of Aoi , just so that he could believe the world was a good place for a little it longer. Aoi looked Uruha in the eyes as the memory suddenly hit him , like a wrecking ball, in the face.
A sharp pain raced through his head. Like a in a Dejavou he could remember a scene, he had forgotten for so long. The murder of his mother. The shot. And then suddenly something was there. Just before he had lost consciousness, he remembered again, he had seen a wallet, which had been lying open on the ground. In the wallet had been a photo of a boy. He was only slightly younger than Aoi .
Fine, almost feminine face framed by blond-dyed hair.
The same smile, the same feminine facial features, such as that of the man with whom he had just slept. The boy of those days, was Uruha.
Aoi's eyes widened for a period of several seconds. He pushed Uruha away , before he jumped up hastily from the bed, grabbed his things and almost fled out of the room.Brought Uruha brutally back to the present.
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
Chapter Twelfe