Uncovered (1/5)
Title: Uncovered
Chapter: 1/5
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Aoi
Genre: porn with some plot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, BDSM, sexting, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, anal play, humiliation, painplay, consensual non-consent, impact play, cumplay, glove kink
Summary: When Aoi finds out Ruki's a Dominant in his free time, he can't help wanting to play with fire. Besides, as long as they stick to sexting and Ruki doesn't know who he is, he should be safe, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~5,400
Comment: This is the first chapter to a three part fic I'm a little over halfway done writing, so the tags should include most of the themes that will appear in this fic, but maybe not everything, depending on how much I end up writing, teehee. Also be aware that not everything in the tags appears in chapter one! Oh yeah, and happy pride month, my fellow kinky queers and allies!
There had been rumours surrounding Ruki's personal life for years now. As with most visual kei bandmen, he kept to himself, didn't talk about any personal relations outside work, and only spoke about superficial interests. Unlike most visual kei bandmen, however, Ruki didn't play games, or go out drinking, or have any other major hobbies that would explain what he spent his free time on. Between his NDNU brand and all the creative work he did for the GazettE, he also worked a great deal, but he had to have some free time. Sure, he liked movies, and sometimes he'd binge watch entire TV series in one go, but that couldn't possibly be all he did, right?
Perhaps Aoi was reading too much into it, making the whole thing into a bigger deal than it needed to be, creating mystery where there was none, just to spice up his life. But one more thing struck him as weird; in recent years, he couldn't remember having visited Ruki at home.
“Hey, guys?” The others looked up, and Aoi glanced at the door again to make sure Ruki wasn't returning right away. He'd gone to the bathroom, Aoi figured he had at least a few minutes before he'd be back. “Have any of you visited Ruki at home?”
The room went silent, everyone seeming to think hard about the answer. Reita was the first to speak. “Not in ages. He comes over to my place when we hang out.”
Kai nodded in agreement. “Yeah, come to think of it, I've never actually been inside his house.”
“I pick him up sometimes.” Everyone turned to look at Uruha, who shrugged his shoulders. “He never invites me in, and I never ask. Nice house, nothing weird about it from the outside.”
“But none of us know what's inside it.” Aoi furrowed his brows, trying to think. “I wonder why.”
“Maybe he's got a wife, but he wants to keep it quiet?” Kai suggested.
“Or a husband,” Reita said, and everyone nodded solemnly.
“Either way, I'm sure there's a rational explanation for it.” Uruha seemed like he was going to say something else, but then they heard steps in the hallway, and seconds later, Ruki slipped into the room.
Nothing further was said on the topic, but Aoi's curiosity had been piqued. Now that he had it confirmed that none of the others had been at Ruki's place and it wasn't just him, he wanted to get to the bottom of things. If it turned out Ruki did have a secret lover he was keeping from the world, it wasn't like Aoi would broadcast it.
The opportunity to investigate further presented itself one evening when Ruki left his phone charging in the dressing room while he did his sound check. Maybe snooping was rude, but what other options did he have? Nobody else knew anything, but Ruki's phone might give some clues. Maybe he'd find a text from a significant other, or something along those lines.
What Aoi hadn't expected was one of the lock screen notifications jumping out at him amongst the others, practically biting him in the butt. Aoi knew that icon, the app, and when he looked at the message preview, he realised he'd accidentally stumbled upon a huge secret. To anyone else, the contents could be misunderstood, appearing written in code, though in actuality, it was just abbreviated.
And to Aoi's shock and excitement, he knew exactly what it meant. Alright, so maybe Ruki wasn't the only one with secrets, but at least Aoi still invited people over. He just kept his props stashed away, not a difficult task when he already had boxes of work equipment sitting around. Nobody looked twice at his stack of leisure boxes, hidden in plain sight, but in his bid to keep his secret, Ruki had managed to attract more attention to himself than he would have otherwise.
The question now was what Aoi should do with this newfound information? He could just leave well enough alone, now that he'd satisfied his curiosity. He had a likely explanation for Ruki's secrecy, he really shouldn't invade his privacy any further. At the same time, was looking for a profile on a public site really an invasion of privacy?
Aoi decided it wasn't, and after reaching out to some of his contacts in the scene, telling them he was looking for a dominant man roughly his age, based in Tokyo, into men and women, preferably blonde, and with tattoos, he managed to narrow the search down. To begin with, it felt like looking for a needle in a haystack, but by the end of the evening, he had a lead. A friend of a friend of a friend sent a link to a promising profile, and it only took Aoi a glance to be certain. It was Ruki.
Sure, he was wearing clothes he normally wouldn't, and his face was shielded entirely from view, but between the tiny glimpse of his inked wrist and the placement of the moles on his neck, Aoi was fairly confident. With how long he'd known Ruki and how many of his stylistic debates he'd been subjected to, he was also pretty sure the furniture in the background was perfectly to his taste. It was just a hunch for now, but a pretty solid one, and there was no knowing for sure until he actually reached out to him.
Without further ado, Aoi tapped the message button, typing out a brief introduction. He hit send and went to get something to eat, and before he'd even put his leftovers in the microwave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. So soon? They'd just finished a live, would Ruki really be checking his messages even though it couldn't be long since he got home? Aoi set the microwave timer and fished his phone out.
Sure enough, he had a reply from the person he suspected of being Ruki, and Aoi tried to analyse the tone to gauge whether or not he was right. It was hard to tell from just one message, especially since Ruki thought he was talking to a stranger, so Aoi sent a reply back.
Before he even noticed, his meal had gone lukewarm waiting for him to eat it, while he was eagerly chatting back and forth with probably-Ruki. They'd gotten so far into the conversation, he'd been asked for his kink list, and Aoi hesitated. It would be possible to put that off for a while longer and still be able to find out if it really were Ruki or not, and that was pretty intimate information to just hand over to your bandmate, even if he didn't know who you were. He could just decline and go back to subtly fishing for hints that his suspicions were correct, but Aoi bit his lip and scrolled through his files.
A shiver ran down his spine as his finger hovered over the button, and he took a deep breath and pressed it, sending Ruki the document containing his kinks and squicks. Alright, fine, maybe it was time to admit to himself that he wasn't only doing this out of morbid curiosity, and that even if he got hard evidence that this was, in fact, Ruki, he would keep messaging him. That finding out that Ruki not only had a profile on the same app as Aoi, but also was a dominant, had gotten him interested in more than just finding out what he did in his spare time.
He wanted to be what Ruki did in his spare time.
Just then, he got a reply, and he put his chopsticks back down again in favour of grabbing his phone. A document, same as Aoi's, just different contents. Or perhaps not. It took a second to load, but when it did, Aoi's heart skipped a beat. Not only was he now even more certain he was right, it turned out he and Ruki actually had a lot in common. Most of his favourite kinks were on Ruki's list as well, and none of his squicks were particularly high up, either. All these years together as friends, why had Aoi never made a move on him?
He knew the answer to that, of course. There was still a lot of prejudice going around, Aoi had had his fair share of bad reactions from both partners and one night stands alike, and when his career started taking off, he'd naturally become more secretive. Fortunately, the rise of smartphone apps brought new solutions to old problems, and he could find people who not only shared his interests, but also respected his desire for privacy. It seemed Ruki had found the same solution he had.
Right as Aoi finished reading the document, he got a goodnight message, and he checked the time. Well past bedtime, and he hadn't even brushed his teeth yet. He quickly replied, apologising for keeping him up, and wishing him a good night's rest. They both needed it.
Two days and another live later, Aoi had made some serious progress. He'd tried not to be too pushy, not wanting to scare Ruki off or seem too desperate, and he'd of course been careful not to be typing when Ruki was in the same room, but they had gotten all the setup organised and had moved on to flirting. He was stretched out on his couch, having just finished eating, when he got a message that made him almost drop his phone.
You know, I'm in the mood for some fun. Why don't you show me you're serious about this and send me a picture of whichever hole of yours you wish I were fucking right now?
Aoi was glad he lived alone, because he was certain his breathing had gotten audibly heavier just now. Yeah, okay, so the brief mental image of Ruki telling him to present himself was definitely a turn on, if nothing else. It didn't help that they had played Psychedelic Heroine earlier. From his angle onstage, he had what he considered a pretty decent view of Ruki's back during his hip thrusting shenanigans, but they'd briefly watched the video after the live, and the view the fans had was decidedly better. It wouldn't have been difficult to imagine yourself in front of Ruki, kneeling down, his hand at the back of your head while he thrust into your open mouth. Or on your hands and knees, Ruki gripping your hip, fucking you hard.
Not that Aoi had, of course. He'd kept his thoughts pure and innocent, as was appropriate around colleagues, but now that he was in his own living room, he was free to let his imagination run wild. And while he'd love for Ruki to grip his hair and choke him with his cock, sending a picture of his face, even just the bottom half of it, was bound to give him away. He didn't want Ruki to know it was him just yet, so he reached for the fly of his trousers, but stopped halfway.
Would Ruki recognise his couch? He'd seen it, even crashed on it many times before, and he was a pretty observant man. Aoi thought better of it, heading to his bedroom and shedding his clothes on the way. Ruki hadn't been in his bedroom more than a few times, and Aoi's sheets were pretty neutral. If he didn't show too much, Ruki should be none the wiser.
He kicked his duvet out of the way, angling himself for optimal lighting, since the sun had gone down ages ago and wasn't going to rise for a good while. Taking a picture of one's own ass isn't the easiest task, especially not when you just did a two hour full body workout, and it took a few minutes. By the time he had half a dozen shots, Aoi realised he was starting to get hard. He'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and the act of taking lewd photos of himself was already hot, but the fact that he was doing it for the express purpose of sending them to Ruki just made it better.
He selected the best one and cropped it to make sure none of his furniture was visible, only his ass and a glimpse of thigh, and of course his shaved hole, and sent it with the caption “Wish you were here.” Ten seconds later, he got a reply.
Was almost worried I'd scared you off.
Aoi smiled at his phone.
Nah, just had to get the right angle. Also got a little carried away.
Yeah? You like taking dirty pics? Show me how much.
Ruki had read his list, he knew he was into exhibitionism, he just wanted the confirmation, and Aoi was happy to provide. The message was ambiguous, perhaps on purpose, but Aoi decided to interpret it literally. Since he was already in position, all he had to do was hold his cock and find a decent angle, snapping a picture of it and sending it in mere minutes.
Putting myself on display for you makes me so hard.
Now that his hand was already on his cock, Aoi figured he might as well stroke himself. He wasn't even exaggerating, and perhaps it was the leftover dopamine from the live, but he was definitely enjoying himself so far. Before he had time to get a rhythm going, however, he received a reply.
Did I say you could touch yourself? Take your fucking hand off your cock, now.
Aoi just gaped at the message, not sure if he wanted to obey or not. He was alone, he could always lie and say he did it anyway, but no. Even though it took a great deal of willpower, Aoi stopped touching himself, raising his hips momentarily, groaning in frustration.
Sorry.
Waiting was practically torture, but Aoi kept his hand off his cock and just stared at the screen, and after what felt like hours, he finally got a reply. For the first time since they'd started chatting, Ruki had attached a picture, and Aoi tapped it and moaned. Ruki was sitting on what looked like a couch, wearing a button up shirt and wide slacks, as well as a pair of leather gloves. Nothing below his ankles or above his chest was visible, but stretched between his hands was a leather flogger, and the sight of it did nothing to diminish Aoi's arousal.
You would be, if I were there with you. I'd bend you over the bed, pin your wrists on your back with one hand, and flog you with the other.
Aoi squeezed his thighs together, licking his lips and quickly typing a reply, before he had time to imagine that.
Fuck, now I really wish you were here.
Oh, you like that thought, do you? It's not much of a punishment if you enjoy it.
He was right, it wouldn't be, and Aoi had a feeling he'd be tempted to disobey again if there was a chance he'd be flogged for it. Just the mental image of Ruki holding him down, ignoring his squirming, while the tails of the flogger rained down over his ass and thighs was incredible.
You might be onto something there.
Then I'd bind your wrists together and make you kneel on the floor, sit on your bed, and jerk off. I'd make you watch every second, and if you tried to get your lips on me, I'd just hold you there, so close you could almost reach it with your tongue.
Aoi moaned, hips rising off the mattress again, and he really hoped Ruki would let him cum eventually.
That's cruel.
Ah, finally met your match, have you? Someone who knows what kind of discipline a naughty brat like you needs?
Ruki's smug tone was almost recognisable over text, but Aoi didn't have time to dwell on it, because shortly after the message, he received a video. He hit play and immediately dug his fingers into his bedsheet, holding his breath and turning the volume up. Ruki had pulled his dick out of his fly and was stroking it, gloved hand moving slowly over his skin, and Aoi was pleased to see that he was as hard as he was. He wasn't making a sound, all that could be heard in the background was the soft rustling of clothes, but occasionally his sleeve rode up just enough that Aoi caught a glimpse of his tattoo. He wasn't sure whether it was the confirmation that yeah, this was really Ruki, or the fact that he was stroking himself while imagining making Aoi suffer that did it, but his cock was aching for attention.
Can I touch myself now?
No. You can apologise properly, ask for forgiveness, and watch me jerk off, all while wishing I were there so I could spatter your face with my cum while you beg.
Aoi drew a sharp breath, digging his head into the mattress and trying to maintain his self control. It would have been so much easier if only Ruki were there to hold him down, and Aoi almost lost it imagining him pinning him to the mattress, jerking off on him, all while laughing at his suffering. At least using both hands to type kept his fingers from wandering for a bit.
I'm sorry for touching myself without permission, please forgive me?
He received no reply for a minute or two, and he was about to type another message when Ruki sent a photo. His dick was hanging out of his slacks, and his hand was covered in cum, contrasting beautifully against the black leather.
Good enough. Next time, I won't go as easy on you. You may jerk off, and you may imagine licking my hand clean to show your gratitude while you do.
Aoi didn't need to be told twice. He scrolled back up to the video of Ruki jerking off, holding his phone with his left hand and reaching down with his right. All the teasing had gotten him so worked up, he came in minutes, closing his eyes and picturing himself on his knees, milking his cock for every drop of cum while lapping Ruki's up from his glove. He lay there panting for a while before he could muster the energy to reach for a tissue from his nightstand, wiping off his hands and reaching for his phone.
You call that “easy”?
Aoi stared down at his stomach, stained with cum, and groaned quietly. He didn't feel like taking a second shower, but he also didn't want to have to change the sheets in the morning, especially since they were going out of town soon. His phone buzzed, and he smiled at the welcome distraction.
I let you have that one because we're still getting to know each other, I won't be that merciful again. And now I expect you to know not to touch your dick unless I say so, is that clear?
Ruki's words made it sound like he expected this to be a regular thing, and with how hard Aoi just came, he was definitely down for that. He was especially intrigued by Ruki's claim that he knew how to put Aoi in his place. Now that he was no longer thinking with his dick, Aoi was certain of one thing. He was going to make Ruki work for it.
A few days passed with only small talk. After all, they'd loaded all their equipment on the tour bus and left Tokyo, and there wasn't much time for thinking about sex while getting set up and prepared for the live. Besides, Aoi still tried to pretend he didn't know anything about Ruki's hobby, and whenever they were in the same room, he made sure not to open that app at all. It wasn't until they were back at the hotel that he bothered checking his notifications, but to his pleasant surprise, he had one from Ruki.
Free tonight?
Well, he hadn't been, not really, but now that the live was over and he was alone in his room, he technically was. Besides, he'd just ridden the elevator with Ruki, he knew he wasn't asleep yet.
Am now.
He debated showering, but decided to wait and see what happened. His hair was a mess of hairspray and tangles, but that could be dealt with later. He splashed some water on his face, hurrying back to check his phone when it buzzed.
I think about your pretty ass from time to time. Especially how it would look covered in welts and bruises.
Quite an opening line, but Aoi got it. It was late, and they had to pack their bags and leave in the morning, no need to waste time on small talk. As nice as a bedtime fap sounded, so did sleep. Fortunately, Aoi knew just how to get them on the right track.
Is that all you wanna do to my ass?
No, I also wanna fist it elbow deep until you can't even close it anymore.
Aoi shuddered, resisting the urge to rub a hand over his crotch. He'd never taken an entire fist before, but he knew he liked being stretched, and Ruki's hands weren't too wide, thankfully. It was definitely something he'd be willing to try, but he wasn't about to just admit to that.
Sounds like it would hurt.
He double checked that the curtains were closed before wrenching off his shirt, pushing his sweatpants down his hip, and by the time he was naked and lying atop the covers, Ruki had replied.
Yeah, it would hurt. You'd be crying, moaning, shaking beneath me, not sure whether you want to push back against my hand or crawl away, and I bet you'd be rock fucking hard the entire time.
Aoi pouted, but he didn't even need to glance down to know that Ruki was right. Just thinking about it was already waking his cock to life.
You'd probably have to tie me down for it.
Maybe just to keep you upright once your knees give out and you sag to the bed.
Aoi was about to come up with a clever comeback when Ruki sent another message.
Do you have a toy?
He glanced around the room. Ruki really should have put that on the packing list, then again, how was he supposed to know? And while he hadn't brought any dildos, he did have a few things in his suitcase that just might work.
Not on me, I'm not at home tonight. But I can make do with a hairbrush or a bottle if you want me to.
Aren't you quite the degenerate? Better hope you have something you can use as lube, too, because one of those is going inside you. I don't care which, but if I don't get a picture of your ass stretched around something in less than 5 minutes, you don't get to cum tonight.
Despite his sore legs, Aoi was out of bed like he'd been struck by lightning. Five minutes was not long, it wouldn't even give him time enough to prep, let alone get a decent picture taken. He realised with a shudder of delight that Ruki must have said it intentionally, to make him rush. He did know he liked pain, especially with how Aoi had drooled over his flogger last time. In hindsight, perhaps it hadn't been smart of him to reveal so much so soon, but then again, this was exactly what he wanted, so why deny himself?
It took him a minute to fetch a water bottle and get his fingers slicked up, and he was quick to push two inside himself. At least he'd brought actual lube, even if he'd been planning to use it for his dick, not his ass. He'd hate to have to use coconut oil or something for this, especially since he was probably making a mess already. He didn't have time to be meticulous, he just shoved his fingers into himself long enough that he stopped tensing, and lubed up the bottle as quickly as he could.
He groaned silently, clenching his eyes shut, trying to relax without losing his grip on the damn thing. It slid into him much too slowly for his liking, and his ass burned around the intrusion, but at least he managed to get it in. His cheeks flushed, and he allowed himself to enjoy the sting of shame momentarily. There he was, on his back on a hotel bed, knees bent and legs spread, pushing a water bottle into himself to satisfy Ruki. And perhaps most embarrassing of all, he was enjoying it.
He fumbled with his phone for a second, but he'd already resigned himself to a less than perfect photo. He just needed some kind of evidence that he'd done as Ruki told, and by the time he hit send and could relax for a moment, over four minutes had passed. At least his ass seemed to have accepted the intrusion, and even though it still stung, when Aoi started rocking the bottle gently inside himself, he had to bite back a moan.
Look at you, what a desperate little anal slut you are. I can't imagine you had time to prep yourself properly.
Aoi had to type with one hand, the other still thrusting the bottle gently, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make for the pleasure. Ruki may have forbidden him from touching himself, but he'd said nothing about stimulation that didn't involve his dick.
Not really. Went straight to two fingers, then this.
Bet that hurt. Bet you fucking loved it.
Damn him and how right he was. Still, he wasn't the only one who could tease, and now that he was no longer in a rush, Aoi managed to position his phone in such a way that it captured both his hard dick and the full length of the bottle, disappearing into his ass with every twist of his wrist. He filmed himself for a good while, choking down his moans. If Ruki was going to deny him his, he sure as hell would return the favour. Even without a caption, Aoi had a feeling the video was all the answer Ruki needed, so he sent it without bothering to type.
Yeah, I'm right. Bet I'm right when I say you wish that bottle were my cock, too.
Ruki may be right about that, but once again, Aoi's pride prevented him from admitting it. The smart thing to do was probably just to go along with what Ruki said and hope he'd let him cum soon, but Aoi just couldn't resist egging him on. It was too much fun.
I don't know about that. Bottle's bigger than you.
You little smart-ass. How about I shove that bottle so deep it disappears inside your gaping hole, and fuck your face until my cum shoots out your nose?
Aoi whimpered out a moan, adjusting his angle and fucking himself deeper with the bottle.
Is that a date?
You bet. I look forward to finding out if you can talk back with your mouth full of cock.
Oh, Aoi would try, and he really hoped Ruki would just pound his throat harder for it. There was something so appealing about gagging on someone's cock, his own comfort secondary to their pleasure, being thoroughly used as something to be fucked and disregarded. He was just starting to lose himself in that fantasy when his phone buzzed. It was a picture of Ruki's gloved hand, once again covered in cum, and Aoi blinked dumbly at the text that followed.
Good boy, you managed to get me off. Now go take a shower, and go to bed.
Aren't you gonna tell me to cum?
Surely, Ruki had just forgotten to mention it, right? He wasn't about to send Aoi to bed with blue balls, not when he'd done everything he told him to? Well, and sassed him a little, but surely, he expected that by now?
No.
Just one word, yet Aoi stared at it for a few seconds before he replied.
You're not here. What's to stop me from just jerking off right now?
Nothing. But you're still not going to, because I said so, and because deep down, you love suffering for my enjoyment.
Aoi wanted to throw his phone at the wall, scream in frustration. His thighs were shaking, his dick was leaking precum, and he still had the bottle half buried in his ass, almost taunting him. It would have been so, so easy to just reach down with his right hand, wrap his fingers around his cock, and stroke himself until he came. So easy, and yet, he knew he wasn't going to. Because Ruki was right, and while Aoi could easily lie to him, what would be the fun in that? He wanted Ruki to dominate him, hurt him, and Ruki was delivering. His balls were aching, his legs were throbbing, and after a defeated grunt, Aoi pulled the bottle back out of himself and stepped into the shower.
Ruki was fortunately in the seat in front of him, so he wouldn't be able to see Aoi typing on his phone while they drove. He'd woken up with morning wood, as expected, and against his better judgement, had decided not to take care of it. Now he was discreetly typing up a message to Ruki, needing some sort of validation, just to feel like it hadn't all been for nothing.
I really hope you're satisfied. My balls are crying.
Then go jerk off. Why would you put yourself through all that pain and frustration when nothing's keeping you from taking care of it?
Aoi almost growled at his phone, but Reita was sitting to his left, engrossed in his game, and he didn't want to startle him. Instead, he leaned his head against the window, carefully thinking of what he was going to say.
Because you're right. You know how to handle me, and I haven't met many who do. The rush when you hurt me, or I hurt myself for you, and the way you read me, even just over text, is so hot.
Do you want this to be a permanent thing? You and me? And I'm not proposing monogamy, before you get cold feet. Just a fuck buddy.
Aoi stared at the mountains in the distance. Of course he wanted it. Knowing it was Ruki, who he already found hot, who could dominate him like few ever had, was both a blessing and a curse. Aoi wanted to scream yes, but deep down he wondered, would Ruki be asking him that if he knew who he was? Would it change how he felt? Would Ruki be disappointed, either that he'd snooped in his private life, or that he'd kept his identity from him, or that they were in the same band? After all, if Aoi screwed this up, it would mean the end of the GazettE.
Part of him clung to the hope that Ruki would be pleasantly surprised. That he'd see all the benefits, like similar schedules, and the fact that they were already friends. In all the years he'd known Ruki, he'd never been one to give up. Even if Ruki found out who he was, Aoi was confident they could sort it out between themselves, so he took a deep breath and typed up a reply.
I'd like that a lot.
Yeah? You wanna be a toy for my pleasure? Want me to use you, hurt you, dominate you? Are you certain you know what you're asking for?
It's not like we can't back out if we change our minds.
Oh, I'm not going to change my mind, and neither are you, once I've had you. But I don't have time for a boner now, so you and your poor, blue balls are going to have to wait until tomorrow night. Be ready for my text.
Aoi grinned. Another post-live fap. Ruki certainly didn't fear muscle soreness. It worked out alright for him, he knew he had to get his mind back on track and focus on work for the rest of the day, anyway. He just hoped whatever Ruki had in store for him the night after would involve an orgasm.
Chapter: 1/5
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Ruki/Aoi
Genre: porn with some plot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, oral, BDSM, sexting, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, anal play, humiliation, painplay, consensual non-consent, impact play, cumplay, glove kink
Summary: When Aoi finds out Ruki's a Dominant in his free time, he can't help wanting to play with fire. Besides, as long as they stick to sexting and Ruki doesn't know who he is, he should be safe, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~5,400
Comment: This is the first chapter to a three part fic I'm a little over halfway done writing, so the tags should include most of the themes that will appear in this fic, but maybe not everything, depending on how much I end up writing, teehee. Also be aware that not everything in the tags appears in chapter one! Oh yeah, and happy pride month, my fellow kinky queers and allies!
There had been rumours surrounding Ruki's personal life for years now. As with most visual kei bandmen, he kept to himself, didn't talk about any personal relations outside work, and only spoke about superficial interests. Unlike most visual kei bandmen, however, Ruki didn't play games, or go out drinking, or have any other major hobbies that would explain what he spent his free time on. Between his NDNU brand and all the creative work he did for the GazettE, he also worked a great deal, but he had to have some free time. Sure, he liked movies, and sometimes he'd binge watch entire TV series in one go, but that couldn't possibly be all he did, right?
Perhaps Aoi was reading too much into it, making the whole thing into a bigger deal than it needed to be, creating mystery where there was none, just to spice up his life. But one more thing struck him as weird; in recent years, he couldn't remember having visited Ruki at home.
“Hey, guys?” The others looked up, and Aoi glanced at the door again to make sure Ruki wasn't returning right away. He'd gone to the bathroom, Aoi figured he had at least a few minutes before he'd be back. “Have any of you visited Ruki at home?”
The room went silent, everyone seeming to think hard about the answer. Reita was the first to speak. “Not in ages. He comes over to my place when we hang out.”
Kai nodded in agreement. “Yeah, come to think of it, I've never actually been inside his house.”
“I pick him up sometimes.” Everyone turned to look at Uruha, who shrugged his shoulders. “He never invites me in, and I never ask. Nice house, nothing weird about it from the outside.”
“But none of us know what's inside it.” Aoi furrowed his brows, trying to think. “I wonder why.”
“Maybe he's got a wife, but he wants to keep it quiet?” Kai suggested.
“Or a husband,” Reita said, and everyone nodded solemnly.
“Either way, I'm sure there's a rational explanation for it.” Uruha seemed like he was going to say something else, but then they heard steps in the hallway, and seconds later, Ruki slipped into the room.
Nothing further was said on the topic, but Aoi's curiosity had been piqued. Now that he had it confirmed that none of the others had been at Ruki's place and it wasn't just him, he wanted to get to the bottom of things. If it turned out Ruki did have a secret lover he was keeping from the world, it wasn't like Aoi would broadcast it.
The opportunity to investigate further presented itself one evening when Ruki left his phone charging in the dressing room while he did his sound check. Maybe snooping was rude, but what other options did he have? Nobody else knew anything, but Ruki's phone might give some clues. Maybe he'd find a text from a significant other, or something along those lines.
What Aoi hadn't expected was one of the lock screen notifications jumping out at him amongst the others, practically biting him in the butt. Aoi knew that icon, the app, and when he looked at the message preview, he realised he'd accidentally stumbled upon a huge secret. To anyone else, the contents could be misunderstood, appearing written in code, though in actuality, it was just abbreviated.
And to Aoi's shock and excitement, he knew exactly what it meant. Alright, so maybe Ruki wasn't the only one with secrets, but at least Aoi still invited people over. He just kept his props stashed away, not a difficult task when he already had boxes of work equipment sitting around. Nobody looked twice at his stack of leisure boxes, hidden in plain sight, but in his bid to keep his secret, Ruki had managed to attract more attention to himself than he would have otherwise.
The question now was what Aoi should do with this newfound information? He could just leave well enough alone, now that he'd satisfied his curiosity. He had a likely explanation for Ruki's secrecy, he really shouldn't invade his privacy any further. At the same time, was looking for a profile on a public site really an invasion of privacy?
Aoi decided it wasn't, and after reaching out to some of his contacts in the scene, telling them he was looking for a dominant man roughly his age, based in Tokyo, into men and women, preferably blonde, and with tattoos, he managed to narrow the search down. To begin with, it felt like looking for a needle in a haystack, but by the end of the evening, he had a lead. A friend of a friend of a friend sent a link to a promising profile, and it only took Aoi a glance to be certain. It was Ruki.
Sure, he was wearing clothes he normally wouldn't, and his face was shielded entirely from view, but between the tiny glimpse of his inked wrist and the placement of the moles on his neck, Aoi was fairly confident. With how long he'd known Ruki and how many of his stylistic debates he'd been subjected to, he was also pretty sure the furniture in the background was perfectly to his taste. It was just a hunch for now, but a pretty solid one, and there was no knowing for sure until he actually reached out to him.
Without further ado, Aoi tapped the message button, typing out a brief introduction. He hit send and went to get something to eat, and before he'd even put his leftovers in the microwave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. So soon? They'd just finished a live, would Ruki really be checking his messages even though it couldn't be long since he got home? Aoi set the microwave timer and fished his phone out.
Sure enough, he had a reply from the person he suspected of being Ruki, and Aoi tried to analyse the tone to gauge whether or not he was right. It was hard to tell from just one message, especially since Ruki thought he was talking to a stranger, so Aoi sent a reply back.
Before he even noticed, his meal had gone lukewarm waiting for him to eat it, while he was eagerly chatting back and forth with probably-Ruki. They'd gotten so far into the conversation, he'd been asked for his kink list, and Aoi hesitated. It would be possible to put that off for a while longer and still be able to find out if it really were Ruki or not, and that was pretty intimate information to just hand over to your bandmate, even if he didn't know who you were. He could just decline and go back to subtly fishing for hints that his suspicions were correct, but Aoi bit his lip and scrolled through his files.
A shiver ran down his spine as his finger hovered over the button, and he took a deep breath and pressed it, sending Ruki the document containing his kinks and squicks. Alright, fine, maybe it was time to admit to himself that he wasn't only doing this out of morbid curiosity, and that even if he got hard evidence that this was, in fact, Ruki, he would keep messaging him. That finding out that Ruki not only had a profile on the same app as Aoi, but also was a dominant, had gotten him interested in more than just finding out what he did in his spare time.
He wanted to be what Ruki did in his spare time.
Just then, he got a reply, and he put his chopsticks back down again in favour of grabbing his phone. A document, same as Aoi's, just different contents. Or perhaps not. It took a second to load, but when it did, Aoi's heart skipped a beat. Not only was he now even more certain he was right, it turned out he and Ruki actually had a lot in common. Most of his favourite kinks were on Ruki's list as well, and none of his squicks were particularly high up, either. All these years together as friends, why had Aoi never made a move on him?
He knew the answer to that, of course. There was still a lot of prejudice going around, Aoi had had his fair share of bad reactions from both partners and one night stands alike, and when his career started taking off, he'd naturally become more secretive. Fortunately, the rise of smartphone apps brought new solutions to old problems, and he could find people who not only shared his interests, but also respected his desire for privacy. It seemed Ruki had found the same solution he had.
Right as Aoi finished reading the document, he got a goodnight message, and he checked the time. Well past bedtime, and he hadn't even brushed his teeth yet. He quickly replied, apologising for keeping him up, and wishing him a good night's rest. They both needed it.
Two days and another live later, Aoi had made some serious progress. He'd tried not to be too pushy, not wanting to scare Ruki off or seem too desperate, and he'd of course been careful not to be typing when Ruki was in the same room, but they had gotten all the setup organised and had moved on to flirting. He was stretched out on his couch, having just finished eating, when he got a message that made him almost drop his phone.
You know, I'm in the mood for some fun. Why don't you show me you're serious about this and send me a picture of whichever hole of yours you wish I were fucking right now?
Aoi was glad he lived alone, because he was certain his breathing had gotten audibly heavier just now. Yeah, okay, so the brief mental image of Ruki telling him to present himself was definitely a turn on, if nothing else. It didn't help that they had played Psychedelic Heroine earlier. From his angle onstage, he had what he considered a pretty decent view of Ruki's back during his hip thrusting shenanigans, but they'd briefly watched the video after the live, and the view the fans had was decidedly better. It wouldn't have been difficult to imagine yourself in front of Ruki, kneeling down, his hand at the back of your head while he thrust into your open mouth. Or on your hands and knees, Ruki gripping your hip, fucking you hard.
Not that Aoi had, of course. He'd kept his thoughts pure and innocent, as was appropriate around colleagues, but now that he was in his own living room, he was free to let his imagination run wild. And while he'd love for Ruki to grip his hair and choke him with his cock, sending a picture of his face, even just the bottom half of it, was bound to give him away. He didn't want Ruki to know it was him just yet, so he reached for the fly of his trousers, but stopped halfway.
Would Ruki recognise his couch? He'd seen it, even crashed on it many times before, and he was a pretty observant man. Aoi thought better of it, heading to his bedroom and shedding his clothes on the way. Ruki hadn't been in his bedroom more than a few times, and Aoi's sheets were pretty neutral. If he didn't show too much, Ruki should be none the wiser.
He kicked his duvet out of the way, angling himself for optimal lighting, since the sun had gone down ages ago and wasn't going to rise for a good while. Taking a picture of one's own ass isn't the easiest task, especially not when you just did a two hour full body workout, and it took a few minutes. By the time he had half a dozen shots, Aoi realised he was starting to get hard. He'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and the act of taking lewd photos of himself was already hot, but the fact that he was doing it for the express purpose of sending them to Ruki just made it better.
He selected the best one and cropped it to make sure none of his furniture was visible, only his ass and a glimpse of thigh, and of course his shaved hole, and sent it with the caption “Wish you were here.” Ten seconds later, he got a reply.
Was almost worried I'd scared you off.
Aoi smiled at his phone.
Nah, just had to get the right angle. Also got a little carried away.
Yeah? You like taking dirty pics? Show me how much.
Ruki had read his list, he knew he was into exhibitionism, he just wanted the confirmation, and Aoi was happy to provide. The message was ambiguous, perhaps on purpose, but Aoi decided to interpret it literally. Since he was already in position, all he had to do was hold his cock and find a decent angle, snapping a picture of it and sending it in mere minutes.
Putting myself on display for you makes me so hard.
Now that his hand was already on his cock, Aoi figured he might as well stroke himself. He wasn't even exaggerating, and perhaps it was the leftover dopamine from the live, but he was definitely enjoying himself so far. Before he had time to get a rhythm going, however, he received a reply.
Did I say you could touch yourself? Take your fucking hand off your cock, now.
Aoi just gaped at the message, not sure if he wanted to obey or not. He was alone, he could always lie and say he did it anyway, but no. Even though it took a great deal of willpower, Aoi stopped touching himself, raising his hips momentarily, groaning in frustration.
Sorry.
Waiting was practically torture, but Aoi kept his hand off his cock and just stared at the screen, and after what felt like hours, he finally got a reply. For the first time since they'd started chatting, Ruki had attached a picture, and Aoi tapped it and moaned. Ruki was sitting on what looked like a couch, wearing a button up shirt and wide slacks, as well as a pair of leather gloves. Nothing below his ankles or above his chest was visible, but stretched between his hands was a leather flogger, and the sight of it did nothing to diminish Aoi's arousal.
You would be, if I were there with you. I'd bend you over the bed, pin your wrists on your back with one hand, and flog you with the other.
Aoi squeezed his thighs together, licking his lips and quickly typing a reply, before he had time to imagine that.
Fuck, now I really wish you were here.
Oh, you like that thought, do you? It's not much of a punishment if you enjoy it.
He was right, it wouldn't be, and Aoi had a feeling he'd be tempted to disobey again if there was a chance he'd be flogged for it. Just the mental image of Ruki holding him down, ignoring his squirming, while the tails of the flogger rained down over his ass and thighs was incredible.
You might be onto something there.
Then I'd bind your wrists together and make you kneel on the floor, sit on your bed, and jerk off. I'd make you watch every second, and if you tried to get your lips on me, I'd just hold you there, so close you could almost reach it with your tongue.
Aoi moaned, hips rising off the mattress again, and he really hoped Ruki would let him cum eventually.
That's cruel.
Ah, finally met your match, have you? Someone who knows what kind of discipline a naughty brat like you needs?
Ruki's smug tone was almost recognisable over text, but Aoi didn't have time to dwell on it, because shortly after the message, he received a video. He hit play and immediately dug his fingers into his bedsheet, holding his breath and turning the volume up. Ruki had pulled his dick out of his fly and was stroking it, gloved hand moving slowly over his skin, and Aoi was pleased to see that he was as hard as he was. He wasn't making a sound, all that could be heard in the background was the soft rustling of clothes, but occasionally his sleeve rode up just enough that Aoi caught a glimpse of his tattoo. He wasn't sure whether it was the confirmation that yeah, this was really Ruki, or the fact that he was stroking himself while imagining making Aoi suffer that did it, but his cock was aching for attention.
Can I touch myself now?
No. You can apologise properly, ask for forgiveness, and watch me jerk off, all while wishing I were there so I could spatter your face with my cum while you beg.
Aoi drew a sharp breath, digging his head into the mattress and trying to maintain his self control. It would have been so much easier if only Ruki were there to hold him down, and Aoi almost lost it imagining him pinning him to the mattress, jerking off on him, all while laughing at his suffering. At least using both hands to type kept his fingers from wandering for a bit.
I'm sorry for touching myself without permission, please forgive me?
He received no reply for a minute or two, and he was about to type another message when Ruki sent a photo. His dick was hanging out of his slacks, and his hand was covered in cum, contrasting beautifully against the black leather.
Good enough. Next time, I won't go as easy on you. You may jerk off, and you may imagine licking my hand clean to show your gratitude while you do.
Aoi didn't need to be told twice. He scrolled back up to the video of Ruki jerking off, holding his phone with his left hand and reaching down with his right. All the teasing had gotten him so worked up, he came in minutes, closing his eyes and picturing himself on his knees, milking his cock for every drop of cum while lapping Ruki's up from his glove. He lay there panting for a while before he could muster the energy to reach for a tissue from his nightstand, wiping off his hands and reaching for his phone.
You call that “easy”?
Aoi stared down at his stomach, stained with cum, and groaned quietly. He didn't feel like taking a second shower, but he also didn't want to have to change the sheets in the morning, especially since they were going out of town soon. His phone buzzed, and he smiled at the welcome distraction.
I let you have that one because we're still getting to know each other, I won't be that merciful again. And now I expect you to know not to touch your dick unless I say so, is that clear?
Ruki's words made it sound like he expected this to be a regular thing, and with how hard Aoi just came, he was definitely down for that. He was especially intrigued by Ruki's claim that he knew how to put Aoi in his place. Now that he was no longer thinking with his dick, Aoi was certain of one thing. He was going to make Ruki work for it.
A few days passed with only small talk. After all, they'd loaded all their equipment on the tour bus and left Tokyo, and there wasn't much time for thinking about sex while getting set up and prepared for the live. Besides, Aoi still tried to pretend he didn't know anything about Ruki's hobby, and whenever they were in the same room, he made sure not to open that app at all. It wasn't until they were back at the hotel that he bothered checking his notifications, but to his pleasant surprise, he had one from Ruki.
Free tonight?
Well, he hadn't been, not really, but now that the live was over and he was alone in his room, he technically was. Besides, he'd just ridden the elevator with Ruki, he knew he wasn't asleep yet.
Am now.
He debated showering, but decided to wait and see what happened. His hair was a mess of hairspray and tangles, but that could be dealt with later. He splashed some water on his face, hurrying back to check his phone when it buzzed.
I think about your pretty ass from time to time. Especially how it would look covered in welts and bruises.
Quite an opening line, but Aoi got it. It was late, and they had to pack their bags and leave in the morning, no need to waste time on small talk. As nice as a bedtime fap sounded, so did sleep. Fortunately, Aoi knew just how to get them on the right track.
Is that all you wanna do to my ass?
No, I also wanna fist it elbow deep until you can't even close it anymore.
Aoi shuddered, resisting the urge to rub a hand over his crotch. He'd never taken an entire fist before, but he knew he liked being stretched, and Ruki's hands weren't too wide, thankfully. It was definitely something he'd be willing to try, but he wasn't about to just admit to that.
Sounds like it would hurt.
He double checked that the curtains were closed before wrenching off his shirt, pushing his sweatpants down his hip, and by the time he was naked and lying atop the covers, Ruki had replied.
Yeah, it would hurt. You'd be crying, moaning, shaking beneath me, not sure whether you want to push back against my hand or crawl away, and I bet you'd be rock fucking hard the entire time.
Aoi pouted, but he didn't even need to glance down to know that Ruki was right. Just thinking about it was already waking his cock to life.
You'd probably have to tie me down for it.
Maybe just to keep you upright once your knees give out and you sag to the bed.
Aoi was about to come up with a clever comeback when Ruki sent another message.
Do you have a toy?
He glanced around the room. Ruki really should have put that on the packing list, then again, how was he supposed to know? And while he hadn't brought any dildos, he did have a few things in his suitcase that just might work.
Not on me, I'm not at home tonight. But I can make do with a hairbrush or a bottle if you want me to.
Aren't you quite the degenerate? Better hope you have something you can use as lube, too, because one of those is going inside you. I don't care which, but if I don't get a picture of your ass stretched around something in less than 5 minutes, you don't get to cum tonight.
Despite his sore legs, Aoi was out of bed like he'd been struck by lightning. Five minutes was not long, it wouldn't even give him time enough to prep, let alone get a decent picture taken. He realised with a shudder of delight that Ruki must have said it intentionally, to make him rush. He did know he liked pain, especially with how Aoi had drooled over his flogger last time. In hindsight, perhaps it hadn't been smart of him to reveal so much so soon, but then again, this was exactly what he wanted, so why deny himself?
It took him a minute to fetch a water bottle and get his fingers slicked up, and he was quick to push two inside himself. At least he'd brought actual lube, even if he'd been planning to use it for his dick, not his ass. He'd hate to have to use coconut oil or something for this, especially since he was probably making a mess already. He didn't have time to be meticulous, he just shoved his fingers into himself long enough that he stopped tensing, and lubed up the bottle as quickly as he could.
He groaned silently, clenching his eyes shut, trying to relax without losing his grip on the damn thing. It slid into him much too slowly for his liking, and his ass burned around the intrusion, but at least he managed to get it in. His cheeks flushed, and he allowed himself to enjoy the sting of shame momentarily. There he was, on his back on a hotel bed, knees bent and legs spread, pushing a water bottle into himself to satisfy Ruki. And perhaps most embarrassing of all, he was enjoying it.
He fumbled with his phone for a second, but he'd already resigned himself to a less than perfect photo. He just needed some kind of evidence that he'd done as Ruki told, and by the time he hit send and could relax for a moment, over four minutes had passed. At least his ass seemed to have accepted the intrusion, and even though it still stung, when Aoi started rocking the bottle gently inside himself, he had to bite back a moan.
Look at you, what a desperate little anal slut you are. I can't imagine you had time to prep yourself properly.
Aoi had to type with one hand, the other still thrusting the bottle gently, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make for the pleasure. Ruki may have forbidden him from touching himself, but he'd said nothing about stimulation that didn't involve his dick.
Not really. Went straight to two fingers, then this.
Bet that hurt. Bet you fucking loved it.
Damn him and how right he was. Still, he wasn't the only one who could tease, and now that he was no longer in a rush, Aoi managed to position his phone in such a way that it captured both his hard dick and the full length of the bottle, disappearing into his ass with every twist of his wrist. He filmed himself for a good while, choking down his moans. If Ruki was going to deny him his, he sure as hell would return the favour. Even without a caption, Aoi had a feeling the video was all the answer Ruki needed, so he sent it without bothering to type.
Yeah, I'm right. Bet I'm right when I say you wish that bottle were my cock, too.
Ruki may be right about that, but once again, Aoi's pride prevented him from admitting it. The smart thing to do was probably just to go along with what Ruki said and hope he'd let him cum soon, but Aoi just couldn't resist egging him on. It was too much fun.
I don't know about that. Bottle's bigger than you.
You little smart-ass. How about I shove that bottle so deep it disappears inside your gaping hole, and fuck your face until my cum shoots out your nose?
Aoi whimpered out a moan, adjusting his angle and fucking himself deeper with the bottle.
Is that a date?
You bet. I look forward to finding out if you can talk back with your mouth full of cock.
Oh, Aoi would try, and he really hoped Ruki would just pound his throat harder for it. There was something so appealing about gagging on someone's cock, his own comfort secondary to their pleasure, being thoroughly used as something to be fucked and disregarded. He was just starting to lose himself in that fantasy when his phone buzzed. It was a picture of Ruki's gloved hand, once again covered in cum, and Aoi blinked dumbly at the text that followed.
Good boy, you managed to get me off. Now go take a shower, and go to bed.
Aren't you gonna tell me to cum?
Surely, Ruki had just forgotten to mention it, right? He wasn't about to send Aoi to bed with blue balls, not when he'd done everything he told him to? Well, and sassed him a little, but surely, he expected that by now?
No.
Just one word, yet Aoi stared at it for a few seconds before he replied.
You're not here. What's to stop me from just jerking off right now?
Nothing. But you're still not going to, because I said so, and because deep down, you love suffering for my enjoyment.
Aoi wanted to throw his phone at the wall, scream in frustration. His thighs were shaking, his dick was leaking precum, and he still had the bottle half buried in his ass, almost taunting him. It would have been so, so easy to just reach down with his right hand, wrap his fingers around his cock, and stroke himself until he came. So easy, and yet, he knew he wasn't going to. Because Ruki was right, and while Aoi could easily lie to him, what would be the fun in that? He wanted Ruki to dominate him, hurt him, and Ruki was delivering. His balls were aching, his legs were throbbing, and after a defeated grunt, Aoi pulled the bottle back out of himself and stepped into the shower.
Ruki was fortunately in the seat in front of him, so he wouldn't be able to see Aoi typing on his phone while they drove. He'd woken up with morning wood, as expected, and against his better judgement, had decided not to take care of it. Now he was discreetly typing up a message to Ruki, needing some sort of validation, just to feel like it hadn't all been for nothing.
I really hope you're satisfied. My balls are crying.
Then go jerk off. Why would you put yourself through all that pain and frustration when nothing's keeping you from taking care of it?
Aoi almost growled at his phone, but Reita was sitting to his left, engrossed in his game, and he didn't want to startle him. Instead, he leaned his head against the window, carefully thinking of what he was going to say.
Because you're right. You know how to handle me, and I haven't met many who do. The rush when you hurt me, or I hurt myself for you, and the way you read me, even just over text, is so hot.
Do you want this to be a permanent thing? You and me? And I'm not proposing monogamy, before you get cold feet. Just a fuck buddy.
Aoi stared at the mountains in the distance. Of course he wanted it. Knowing it was Ruki, who he already found hot, who could dominate him like few ever had, was both a blessing and a curse. Aoi wanted to scream yes, but deep down he wondered, would Ruki be asking him that if he knew who he was? Would it change how he felt? Would Ruki be disappointed, either that he'd snooped in his private life, or that he'd kept his identity from him, or that they were in the same band? After all, if Aoi screwed this up, it would mean the end of the GazettE.
Part of him clung to the hope that Ruki would be pleasantly surprised. That he'd see all the benefits, like similar schedules, and the fact that they were already friends. In all the years he'd known Ruki, he'd never been one to give up. Even if Ruki found out who he was, Aoi was confident they could sort it out between themselves, so he took a deep breath and typed up a reply.
I'd like that a lot.
Yeah? You wanna be a toy for my pleasure? Want me to use you, hurt you, dominate you? Are you certain you know what you're asking for?
It's not like we can't back out if we change our minds.
Oh, I'm not going to change my mind, and neither are you, once I've had you. But I don't have time for a boner now, so you and your poor, blue balls are going to have to wait until tomorrow night. Be ready for my text.
Aoi grinned. Another post-live fap. Ruki certainly didn't fear muscle soreness. It worked out alright for him, he knew he had to get his mind back on track and focus on work for the rest of the day, anyway. He just hoped whatever Ruki had in store for him the night after would involve an orgasm.