[Fanfiction - The GazettE] Blind Romance Uruha/Aoi Part 5 (B)
Title: Blind Romance Part 5 (b) of ?
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, supernaturally-ish, thrillery-ish, abnormal, sex etc.
Pairing/ Band: The GazettE Uruha x Aoi, Aoi x Uruha
WARNINGS: Boy x Boy relationships, sex, language, child abandonment, etc.
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: "When there's no one to love you, you can always count on a stranger . . . But what happens once they've become someone you love?"
Notes: Now then . . . who's up for some shower smex?? (It was too long so I had to split into two parts bwahaha) *evil grin* Don't worry, it carries straight on from the last :)
Aoi was thrown a towel as soon as he stepped out of the cubicle and he caught it blindly, staring down as it unravelled itself.
Uruha smiled wryly from where he was stood by the sink, the other towel he’d brought earlier wrapped loosely around his waist, using one corner to dry his abdomen, Aoi’s solution still faintly visible around the edges of his belly-button,
“You said you wanted to cuddle?” Uruha asked innocently, “How about I make breakfast and then we can do whatever you want?”
Aoi was touched, and he covered himself the more the water dripped off of him, splashing against the bathroom tiles,
“You cook in my kitchen?” Aoi laughed at the scene conjuring up in his mind, “No, I-I don’t think so,”
“Why not?” Uruha found no joke, bending down to dry his legs.
Aoi was lost in his posture for a moment before he returned to the debate at hand, “B-Because it’s my house,”
“It’s a free country,” Uruha mumbled from the floor,
“Forget it Uruha, you’re not parading around my kitchen!” Aoi rubbed himself down with a giggle, feeling wonderfully refreshed and sweat-free, “I can’t imagine what my Mom would say!”
Uruha shrugged, and that certainly was a surprise; Aoi was halfway through thinking up more reasons,
“Alright . . . you win. You can cook,”
Aoi smiled at his victory, leading the way back into his bedroom to pick out some clothes.
He paused, and glanced over his shoulder at Uruha, who was busy combing his fingers through his hair,
“Umm . . .” Aoi started, “What are you going to wear?”
The blonde shrugged, the morning light bouncing off the smooth fair skin on his shoulders, “Same as yesterday,”
“And you said I stank,” Aoi grumbled, “You’ve worn those three days in a row,”
Uruha raised a finger, “Two and a half,”
“Ugh,” Aoi rummaged through his rack of clothes; half of them partly made up of ripped jeans and chequered shirts, all the rest were something black or something white - Aoi wished he had the heart to brighten up a little,
“Here,” Aoi tossed him a crimson coloured shirt - a Christmas present from his aunt that had turned out a size too big - followed by a pair of tight black jeans, the tag still hanging out the back, even though Aoi had bought them a few months ago and hadn’t found anything to wear with them yet.
Uruha watched the items fold onto the floor, making no effort to catch them at all, “Aoi, you don’t have to do tha-“
“- Yes, I do,” Aoi didn’t notice what he had grabbed for himself, slinging the first things in front of him out and over his arm before slamming his wardrobe door, “You’re staying at my house, it’s my job to look after yo- OWW!!”
Aoi rubbed his backside and turned around to now find Uruha completely naked; his towel twirled in a roll - the cause of the sting sweeping up Aoi’s hip,
“Oh now you’ve asked for it . . .” Aoi tried to look serious but ended up smiling, unravelling his own towel and making for Uruha, who darted quickly out the way, smacking Aoi across his back,
“OW you . . . you bastard!!” Aoi was laughing by now, and he crawled over his bed to smack Uruha on the head, laughing insanely when his hair stuck to the towel - causing an array of static over his head.
Aoi clutched his stomach, as Uruha’s hair fanned out like a peacock above him.
Uruha set his towel down, watching Aoi fall to the floor in hysterics, thumping his fist against the carpet, “Aoi, what’s wrong?”
“You . . .” Aoi could barely form a sentence and he broke off into a burst of giggles, his eyes stinging from the tears, “Your hair . . . Uruha, your hair it’s all . . . it’s all -“
Uruha frowned as Aoi broke down again, and tried to illustrate through sign language,
“Aoi, you are beyond impossible,” Uruha grinned, but in his curiosity he looked into Aoi’s mirror anyway; situated by the door,
“WHAT THE-?!” Uruha started giggling too, setting the strands back into their former state, Aoi just managing to recover and coming to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist,
“You are so funny,” Aoi giggled, kissing Uruha’s shoulder - not long before he had to bury his face in it, the laughter returning at the memory.
Uruha’s body shook as Aoi continued to chuckle behind him, pressing himself closer as each high octane of joy escaped past his lips,
“Glad you find me so amusing,” Uruha scowled, giving his hair a final check before he smiled, turning around to bring Aoi into his arms,
“It’s not just that,” Aoi wiped a series of tears away, and Uruha continued to smile as he waited for his answer, “I’m just . . . I’m so happy!”
Aoi took a deep breath and, despite both men once again naked in each other’s arms, he tried to look serious,
“This has never happened to me before,” Aoi whispered, and he felt his heart melt as Uruha leaned forward with soft eyes, placing a loving kiss to Aoi’s lips, pulling him closer so they were entirely flesh on flesh.
A tremor enveloped Aoi’s spine as their lengths pressed close together, almost perfectly positioned back to back and Aoi shuddered noticeably,
“I know what you’re thinking . . .” Uruha lectured, chuckling lightly as he pulled away, “And the answer’s no,”
“One more time can’t hurt,” Aoi murmured, overcome with lust as he leaned forward to kiss him again, only to be met with air,
“No,” Uruha was at Aoi’s bed now, pulling on the jeans Aoi had given him to wear, “Come on, get dressed,”
“But why?” Aoi moaned, “It’s not like we’re going anywhere,”
Uruha shrugged, “I thought maybe we could go back to the park and sit under our tree,”
Aoi shoved his clothes onto the bed too, sulking briefly before yanking on his underwear; grimacing as the soreness in his groin developed rapidly the minute he opened his legs, “Our tree?” he repeated,
“Yeah,” Uruha replied, his voice soft as he ripped the tag off of the jeans, sticking out of the back pocket, “Where we met. I kind of always thought of it as ours now,”
Despite the sweet addition to Uruha’s words, Aoi couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. That tree had always been his place of relaxation and catharsis; at times when he wanted to be alone the most.
Aoi shrugged as he pulled on his jeans; then again, Aoi had always preferred to be alone at times such as that. Now, all that had changed since Uruha had shown up.
And Aoi felt he couldn’t go through such horrible things without the blonde by his side. Not again,
I’m not strong enough
“Yeah . . . okay,” Aoi forced a smile, “Maybe we can bring a picnic,”
Uruha was fixing the last button of his shirt, “Your mom won’t mind?”
Aoi scoffed, tugging a t-shirt over his head, “She knows I need to eat. What’s a few sandwiches and a bunch of fruit?”
Aoi found however, once they were fully dressed and headed downstairs, that he wasn’t hungry after all. Despite the fact that their little moment in the shower had taken up most of their time and energy, and Aoi realised it was nearing 12pm, he still couldn’t bring himself to even pretend to be hungry.
Uruha didn’t ask about it either, instead seeming content once they were on the couch together, Aoi safely wrapped in his arms as they lay spread out; watching some mindless comedy show on Aoi’s 40 inch TV screen that they had both lost interest in minutes ago.
Aoi felt sleepy though, but daren’t close his eyes in case he had another nightmare; not wanting to wake up sweating and panicky when instead he could spend the day in blissful contentment.
In fact, he could stay like this all day; laid out on the sofa, Uruha’s arms wrapped around his waist, the blonde’s head nuzzled against Aoi’s own, that familiar scent of lavender filling Aoi’s lungs every time he took in air.
Forget the park . . . this would do for now.
Aoi shuffled and turned on his side; away from the TV screen and into Uruha’s chest, and he set about closing his eyes weakly, fatigue taking over his heavy eyes after all,
“You okay, baby?” Uruha whispered, unravelling an arm from Aoi’s waist to brush a strand of hair out of the brunette’s eye, letting his hand linger on Aoi’s cheek when done,
“Yeah. Just sleepy,” Aoi let himself yawn, shuffling a little closer to find Uruha’s shoulder, and he snuggled himself into it, liking the warmth it gave him,
“Are all nights hard for you, Aoi?” Uruha murmured above him, and Aoi heard him fumble around for just a moment; the TV’s volume reducing noticeably when Uruha tapped something.
Aoi shrugged, in fact not being able to remember the last time he’d woken up at a reasonable hour, “I guess so,” he breathed, “I’ve never been able to sleep since -“
“- Your dad left you,” Uruha finished for him, and Aoi nodded against his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath before he bit down hard on his lip. He wasn’t going to cry, not now, not today,
“I wish I could make him come back for you,” Uruha whispered gently, pressing his lips against Aoi’s hair and squeezing him a little tighter, “You’ve no idea how mad it makes me to see you so hurt like this. Because of him,” Uruha almost hissed on the last word, and Aoi found his fatigue had faded away, lifting his head up to look his lover in the eye,
“It’s not your interest to care about me,” Aoi said, almost shyly; unable to hold his gaze for long before he was looking down at the couch cushions.
Uruha’s finger came down to lift up his chin, “Why do you say that?”
Aoi shrugged, “Because we’re just strangers to each other aren’t we? You said so yourself that we didn’t have to know each other to be together. You said it worked better that way,”
Uruha frowned, and that only made Aoi’s cheeks redder,
“Well, maybe I was wrong,” the blonde breathed, “Aoi, you’re sound as though you’re accusing me of using you,”
“Are you?”
Uruha’s eyes softened, and Aoi wondered if that thought had hurt him. Though in Aoi’s defence, it was a perfectly reasonable assumption for a relationship of their kind,
“Of course not,” he said eventually, stroking Aoi’s cheek lightly with his thumb, “Aoi I care about you a great deal. I know you don’t love me but . . .” now it was Uruha’s turn to lower his gaze, “. . . You were love at first sight. I can’t help but long for you,”
Aoi propped himself up on his elbow, “In truth, Uru, I don’t know what love feels like anymore,”
Uruha reached out to hold his hand, probably in offer of some comfort to him, “You’ve never had a lover before?” he asked gently; his words almost whispers.
Aoi didn’t say anything and instead shook his head. There was only one person Aoi had ever “loved” and that had been taken away from him. It had left his heart to grieve, and during that time he hadn’t found anyone who could even contend with the love he’d lost.
Apart from . . .
“Only you,” Aoi murmured, “If I can just have you then . . . I’d be -“ Aoi’s vision turned blurry, and his fist clenched in frustration at his weakness, “I’d be so happy,” he breathed at last, the words hitching under his breath as sobs threatened their way past his lips.
Uruha simply smiled and pulled him deeper into the security of his arms, “I’ll always be here,” he whispered softly, with such tenderness that it made Aoi shiver, and he let a tear trickle down his cheek, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m nothing like your father, honey,”
Aoi let out a cry of despair, “I wish he’d come back, Uru,” he wept quietly, letting his head be nursed into Uruha’s neck by the blonde’s gentle hand,
“I know, sweetheart, I know,”
They were the last words Aoi heard from him, and instead they spent hours in the same position; Uruha cradling Aoi in his arms gently while the brunette cried silent tears until he fell asleep.
When he woke, it was with an unsurprising jolt - but for once the cause was not a nightmare.
It was a door slamming.
Aoi pulled back from Uruha’s shoulder - to find the blonde had fallen asleep as well - and rubbed his sore, reddened eyes, letting a yawn escape from his lips.
Aoi had to blink several times before the room came back into focus; the TV now switched off and left on standby mode, although Aoi didn’t hear Uruha reach for the remote again,
“So you’re finally awake,”
Aoi could have jumped a mile,
“M-Mom?!”
Aoi saw her now, unpacking groceries in the kitchen, setting them on the counter from where Aoi could see through the open door.
He shot a glance at Uruha and panic took over him at once, knowing it was too late to wake him up and help him escape.
She would have already seen him; Uruha has been next to Aoi the whole time and the only way to the kitchen is through the living room; of where Aoi and Uruha had been nearly all day.
Aoi felt the blood drain from his face, watching with wide and aching eyes as his mother came back in the room; removing her coat and setting car keys down on the coffee table by the sofa, inches away from Uruha’s bare feet,
“I see you didn’t even do those chores I asked you,” Aoi could have winced at the vicious tone; he hated being lectured, but what mortified him even more was the fact that she stared directly at Uruha’s form, as though it was entirely his fault,
“M-Mom, I can explain!!” Aoi stammered, taking care not to jump too fast to his feet in case the movement disturbed Uruha; who was completely oblivious and continued sleeping peacefully, his lips parted as he softly breathed in and out.
He almost looked like an angel, but Aoi tried to push this to the back of his mind while he tried wildly to think of some reasonable explanation to why he was in another man’s arms.
He knew his mother wasn’t the type to take kindly to relationships like Aoi and Uruha’s . . . of which added to the panic building piece by piece inside of his stomach,
“Explain what?” she had an eyebrow raised, her dark hair tied back in a strict bun, a few strands fraying over her facial outline; and it did well to reveal the frown lines she’d built up over the years, “Explain how you managed to sleep through the whole day on your own, without so much as an effort to do as I ask?!”
Alone? Aoi blinked, and stared to Uruha’s sleeping form,
“Look at me, Yuu, the couch is not the one talking to you right now!”
The couch?
Aoi stared back at her, a vein standing out acutely above her left eyebrow, and he tried hard not to focus on it, wondering if this was all a mind game - ignoring Uruha’s presence in the hope that Aoi would explain it all himself.
Aoi almost smiled, No way . . .
“Well?!” his mother tapped her foot numerous times, impatience getting the better of her as Aoi continued to stare, finally clearing his throat,
“Sorry. I had company,” he gestured to the blonde man by his side.
His mother took a glance in that direction, but shook her head, her mouth agape, “Who?”
Aoi’s eyes narrowed, what the hell was she playing it? Aoi knew she was inattentive to most things these days but still . . . this was crossing the line,
“Well . . . him,” Aoi pointed again, and he was in turn growing just as impatient as she looked when she expressed a face of pure confusion, Aoi watching as the vein increased its size,
“Yuu, what on earth are you talking about?!” her voice was high pitched, “They may have sat on the couch but I’m not a mind reader!!”
What the hell’s going on? Aoi’s eyebrows furrowed immensely, She can see Uruha’s there right?
“M-Mom, is your eyesight okay?”
Aoi knew it was a stupid question as soon as he’d asked it; she was wearing her reading glasses,
“What on earth are you -?” his mother broke off and raised a hand, as though mentally blocking her anger working its way towards her son, “No . . . No, forget it. If you want to play stupid, then that’s fine with me Yuu, but you are not getting off of this punishment lightly, do you hear me?”
Aoi shrugged, “You’re the one playing stupid!!” he burst out, his hands clenching to fists by his side, “I mean he is right in front of you!!”
“Yuu, I still don’t understand what you’re talking about!! -“
Aoi ran a hand over his face, and sighed in a noticeably heavy fashion, waving his arms in Uruha’s direction,
“Look at him!!! He’s right there Mom!! The person I’ve been with all day is lying in front of you on this couch!!!”
What Aoi expected was the shouts that were going to follow from her throat. That Aoi was in big trouble for insulting her in such a way, that if he thought she was an imbecile, he had another thing coming and that he would be grounded for a week. And that included no TV or internet.
So it was a surprise when she spoke softly . . . and carefully,
“Yuu . . . there is no one on that sofa,”
The words were spread evenly between each other, and she looked at Aoi as though he were crazy,
“Impossible,” Aoi couldn’t help but laugh - it was so ridiculous, “L-Look, you’re telling me you can’t see him?!”
To Aoi’s despair, she started putting her coat back on again, throwing a quick glance at her watch; it was nearing 6pm, “Oh, Yuu, I don’t have time for your pointless games, I’m going to be late for dinner,”
“Dinner?” Aoi blinked, despite the subject at hand he so desperately wanted to argue right now, “With who?”
“Some work colleagues. I’ve stocked up on food so you can make whatever you want for your dinner but . . . I need to go or else I’ll miss it,”
“But Mom, wait!!” She stopped at the door, patting her pockets and quickly came back to retrieve her car keys,
“I’m sorry, Yuu, we’ll talk later but I need to go!”
Aoi followed her out into the hall, things happening too fast for Aoi to get a hold of himself, “But don’t you want to know about Uruha who’s sitting right on our -“
“- I’d love to, Yuu, but when I get home hm?” She jogged to the car, and Aoi wondered if she was even listening to him properly, “I’ll see you tonight. Might be back late, in bed by 10:30 okay??”
Aoi could do nothing else, and he watched miserably as the car backed down the drive and slid out onto the street, soon disappearing from view in moments.
Aoi went back inside, closing the door behind him carefully, unable to help himself collapsing against it.
This was stupid . . . Uruha was right there, how could she not have seen him?
Aoi held his head, feeling a headache building and he wondered what the hell was going on.
Maybe it was her glasses, she hadn’t been for an eye test recently and she may need stronger lenses.
No, impossible. She could see Aoi perfectly, and he was stood right next to Uruha . . . it wasn’t like the blonde was a further distance or anything,
“Jesus,” Aoi mumbled, his breathing quickening, and he tried to resolve to some other possible explanation.
She couldn’t still be playing games, surely? If she was, Uruha would have been chucked out of the house, and Aoi locked in his bedroom - after a long and agonising lecture of course.
And that’s why he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand any of this - he was right there!!
Uruha’s a normal human being, Aoi knows he is. He can see him, hear him, feel him, everything - there was no way he was imaginary.
There’s no way anyone can be pushed up a wall invisibly; or pretend they’re feeling that pleasure someone’s giving you during sex.
Uruha wasn’t imaginary. He wasn’t . . . Aoi knew this.
So why couldn’t his mother see him?
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A/N: Comments are LOVED as always <3 <3 Hopefully I should have more of this up soon (I'm juggling this and The Price of Fame at once XD)