Distress and Coma 2.5/3 [Aoi/Uruha]
Title: Distress and Coma
Chapters: 2.5/3
Author: veroxion
Beta: blackjack_bitch
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Masturbation, Sex
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki (hints)
Synopsis: He had never felt so estranged from their friendship before, but now... him and Aoi felt like strangers, and it tore Uruha apart piece by piece inside.
Comments: I actually updated! Sorry I took so long. I'll explain more in the author's note at the bottom if you're interested. Huge thank you to my new beta as well ~ she'll be beta-reading all of my other fanfiction and I'm extremely grateful that she's willing to :)
[PREVIOUS CHAPTER]
-x-
In the dream that has to end,
a good-bye is blooming
- Distress and Coma / the GazettE -
-x-
His hands are amazing. Rough and calloused to the touch, not surprising after years and years of talented rhythmic guitar playing, but his fingers are nothing but smooth when they drift over my cold cheek, the trail of velvet warmth making my face heat up. I can't tell whether it's because of embarrassment or arousal but at this point, it doesn't really matter though I have a feeling it's a mix of both.
“Aoi.” The soft sigh slips from my lips as his hands slide down my neck, already damp with a thin layer of sweat as his palm brushes against my pink nipple, flicking the sensitive nubs with the tips of his nails. I can feel the quick sparks of arousal rushing through me and I gasp, arching into the pleasing sensations. Aoi pushes me down against the mattress with those hands-those beautiful, gifted hands-and presses himself flush against me, skin on skin. There is no barrier between us. No air, nothing, and it feels wonderful.
It's hot and I find it hard to breathe. My vision is blurry, clouded with lust but I can see Aoi's sinful lips curved into a smirk that makes me shiver. I'm uncomfortable, I feel the warmth from the artificial light heating up my wet skin, and it burns me to the bone. It takes a moment, but I realize I'm panting, short gasps of air fanning over my bare chest as his fingers ghost over the dip of my stomach, dancing around the hip bones .
“Uruha,” That gorgeous suave voice of his is sensual as he breaks the silence between us. Lifting myself up, I rest back on my elbows so that I can stare down at him. Aoi's dark eyes are clouded with untamed passion , lust and the intensity of his lewd stare makes me unconsciously lick my lips and fidget, my body yearning for his touch. “Tell me how much you want me.” he demands hotly as he rubs the inside of my thigh as a light tease awaiting my answer.
“I want you.” I whisper and my answer echoes throughout the room, hitting my ears loudly. It feels like I've screamed those words, my throat dry and sore. “I ache for you, Aoi.” Before I can stop them those words escape and when Aoi doesn't appear to be doing anything. Even his hand has stopped their teasing motion, and it never occurred to me how desperate I was for him.
“I said, I want you.” The growl ripped from my throat, as I glared down at Aoi's lowered head. His dark brown hair, bordering on the edge of black fell over his feline face, so that I couldn't see him. It shrouded him with the air of mystery, and it only served to make me throb even more desperately with need.
“Are you ignoring me?” I asked angrily, desperate for him to do something, anything to relieve me of this torture that he inflicted upon me. Reaching down, I tangle my fingers through his soft, lush hair before tugging his head up so that our eyes would meet-and so that he would look at me.
The expression on his face was almost predatory. “Not ignoring, merely admiring.” Was his cheeky reply, his full lips working into a smile that seemed more smug that anything I'd ever seen. He was channelling his cocky ass stage persona at me, I questioned the mischievous gleam in his eye. “What?” I muttered, my eyebrows knitting together as Aoi spread my long legs wide, his grip firm on my milky thighs. If on instinct, I lay back down, simply letting him do what he wanted.
“You look so pink and tight.” My rhythm guitarist murmurs, his gaze appreciative as it sweeps over me. I flush hotly when I realize what he's talking about; how exposed I am to him . Only to him, though. No one else would ever have the privilege to see me like this, I hope he realizes it. This is solely Aoi's right-and he wastes no time to prove it as a cold wet finger presses up against me, rubbing slick against my entrance and threatening to slip inside.
My body stiffened immediately at the odd sensation, however much I tried to relax. A low moan was pulled from my throat as Aoi's hot, uneven breath ghosted over the tip of my firm cock, distracting me completely as I felt something penetrate me. I barely noticed the delicious burn, as his moist mouth surrounded my member, tongue swirling along a vein as he sucked me slowly.
“Fuck, Aoi.” I gasped as his eager mouth worked at me, his slick tongue darting around the surface of my throbbing erection, before dipping into the weeping slit at the head. His finger worked inside me, rubbing at my inner walls and I instinctively clenched around him, making him groan, no doubt at how tight I was. He growled suddenly, and it spoke to me about how much he longed to fuck me hard into these sheets; make me bend, make me whine; make me his.
“Another.” Purring my thoughts, Aoi immediately pressed another finger inside of me, curling the digits until my back arched and I let out a hiss as his trimmed nails scraped against the sensitive muscle. My hips moved, grinding to create more friction and I couldn't focus on which felt better-the lips on my cock, or the fingers in my ass. The latter became more apparent as Aoi sneakily added a third, flicking his wrist and tongue at the same time. His fingers hit home, and I suddenly felt so slick and hot, a wave of unending pleasure shooting through me as he brushed at my prostate.
He hummed in satisfaction at his find, tendrils of vibrations streaking through me and I gasped, wanting more; needing it with my very being. I wanted him to stop teasing me, but I knew I had to let him have his fun so even as I bucked my hips pitifully, trying to make him take more of me into his mouth, his spare hand that wasn't working me into a frenzy pressed me down. Obliging, I grit my teeth at the intense feeling of those sensual fingers torturing me, scissoring as they stretched me thoroughly.
“Sexy.” Aoi muttered. I hadn't the faintest clue what he was referring to as I was too busy losing myself to his delightful ministrations. The knot in my stomach is becoming tighter, twisting and turning as it tries to find a way come undone, and a desperate whimper escapes me when Aoi's lips leave me aching, the frigid cold air hitting my abandoned cock painfully. My eyes are pleading when they collide with his, and I beg Aoi to return but those sinful lips of his turn into a smirk, and I nearly glower at his sudden impudence.
Relief floods me when his hand wraps around me instead-those beautiful, talented hands that Aoi produces life with-and I shamelessly buck into his palm, fucking myself onto his hand. Suddenly, his hand is gone and a whine rips from me as I voice my disappointment. His hand runs over my stomach, which jumps and quivers as it recognizes his sensual touch. It drags my body upwards, flicking at my sensitive nipples. It nearly sends me reeling, but I manage to remain sane enough to hear what Aoi has to say next.
His mouth is pressed to my ear, hot breath sending delicious shudders through me and provoking my orgasm. “I'll make you cum without that.” he whispers, it's a promise. I dare him with my eyes, which are soon rolling to the back of my head as another finger is pressed inside me, rolling smoothly with the others to being me to euphoria. Moans are pouring out of my mouth, the sweetest core inside me being pleasured mercilessly. I feel my hair being yanked almost harshly, forcing me to stare into the dark, captivating orbs that only Aoi could possess.
“Ah...” The only words to escape my mouth, yet it only served to make Aoi's fingers work faster, thrusting deep inside until I started to quiver, a long moan being pulled from me as my orgasm racked through my body , my toes curling in absolute bliss. Warmth splattered over my stomach, and my own fingers suddenly felt wet. There was a steady hold on my cock, even as Aoi withdrew himself slowly and agonizingly, his hands cupped my cheeks as he peppered sweet kisses across my flushed face.
“I love you, Kouyou.”
-x-
Uruha jerked awake, a shiver capturing his body as he slowly opened his eyes. Arousal burned intensely through his veins, and his hand was wrapped around his limp cock. Groaning in horror, he pulled it from his boxers, lifting it up. Wet and sticky, his semen glinted mockingly at him the morning light and he distastefully wiped it on the blankets, rubbing his thighs together and feeling them slick with his release.
He rolled to to the side, sleepy eyes glaring at the digital clock by his bed as his hand grasped for the tissue box, plucking the feathery paper before reaching back into his boxers to clean up the mess he had created. “Not again.” he cursed, feeling several emotions seething within him as he discarded the dirtied tissues on the night stand, flopping back down onto the bed with an annoyed huff. The guitarist stared at the ceiling for a moment, remembering Aoi's last words in his fantasy.
“I love you too.” Uruha sighed, shame washing over him before he pulled the blankets over his blond head, snuggling back down into the pillows and willing himself to fall back into the warm world of dreams.
-x-
Comments: Originally, this interlude wasn't going to be posted but it kinda sets up the events that are going to happen next chapter, so I decided to include it. This is also a rather late update because I scrapped what I had originally written for the last chapter, and decided to write it again. No one kill me D:
Next chapter should be out soon. And by soon, I mean pray I'm actually telling the truth, lol.
Chapters: 2.5/3
Author: veroxion
Beta: blackjack_bitch
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Masturbation, Sex
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki (hints)
Synopsis: He had never felt so estranged from their friendship before, but now... him and Aoi felt like strangers, and it tore Uruha apart piece by piece inside.
Comments: I actually updated! Sorry I took so long. I'll explain more in the author's note at the bottom if you're interested. Huge thank you to my new beta as well ~ she'll be beta-reading all of my other fanfiction and I'm extremely grateful that she's willing to :)
[PREVIOUS CHAPTER]
-x-
In the dream that has to end,
a good-bye is blooming
- Distress and Coma / the GazettE -
-x-
His hands are amazing. Rough and calloused to the touch, not surprising after years and years of talented rhythmic guitar playing, but his fingers are nothing but smooth when they drift over my cold cheek, the trail of velvet warmth making my face heat up. I can't tell whether it's because of embarrassment or arousal but at this point, it doesn't really matter though I have a feeling it's a mix of both.
“Aoi.” The soft sigh slips from my lips as his hands slide down my neck, already damp with a thin layer of sweat as his palm brushes against my pink nipple, flicking the sensitive nubs with the tips of his nails. I can feel the quick sparks of arousal rushing through me and I gasp, arching into the pleasing sensations. Aoi pushes me down against the mattress with those hands-those beautiful, gifted hands-and presses himself flush against me, skin on skin. There is no barrier between us. No air, nothing, and it feels wonderful.
It's hot and I find it hard to breathe. My vision is blurry, clouded with lust but I can see Aoi's sinful lips curved into a smirk that makes me shiver. I'm uncomfortable, I feel the warmth from the artificial light heating up my wet skin, and it burns me to the bone. It takes a moment, but I realize I'm panting, short gasps of air fanning over my bare chest as his fingers ghost over the dip of my stomach, dancing around the hip bones .
“Uruha,” That gorgeous suave voice of his is sensual as he breaks the silence between us. Lifting myself up, I rest back on my elbows so that I can stare down at him. Aoi's dark eyes are clouded with untamed passion , lust and the intensity of his lewd stare makes me unconsciously lick my lips and fidget, my body yearning for his touch. “Tell me how much you want me.” he demands hotly as he rubs the inside of my thigh as a light tease awaiting my answer.
“I want you.” I whisper and my answer echoes throughout the room, hitting my ears loudly. It feels like I've screamed those words, my throat dry and sore. “I ache for you, Aoi.” Before I can stop them those words escape and when Aoi doesn't appear to be doing anything. Even his hand has stopped their teasing motion, and it never occurred to me how desperate I was for him.
“I said, I want you.” The growl ripped from my throat, as I glared down at Aoi's lowered head. His dark brown hair, bordering on the edge of black fell over his feline face, so that I couldn't see him. It shrouded him with the air of mystery, and it only served to make me throb even more desperately with need.
“Are you ignoring me?” I asked angrily, desperate for him to do something, anything to relieve me of this torture that he inflicted upon me. Reaching down, I tangle my fingers through his soft, lush hair before tugging his head up so that our eyes would meet-and so that he would look at me.
The expression on his face was almost predatory. “Not ignoring, merely admiring.” Was his cheeky reply, his full lips working into a smile that seemed more smug that anything I'd ever seen. He was channelling his cocky ass stage persona at me, I questioned the mischievous gleam in his eye. “What?” I muttered, my eyebrows knitting together as Aoi spread my long legs wide, his grip firm on my milky thighs. If on instinct, I lay back down, simply letting him do what he wanted.
“You look so pink and tight.” My rhythm guitarist murmurs, his gaze appreciative as it sweeps over me. I flush hotly when I realize what he's talking about; how exposed I am to him . Only to him, though. No one else would ever have the privilege to see me like this, I hope he realizes it. This is solely Aoi's right-and he wastes no time to prove it as a cold wet finger presses up against me, rubbing slick against my entrance and threatening to slip inside.
My body stiffened immediately at the odd sensation, however much I tried to relax. A low moan was pulled from my throat as Aoi's hot, uneven breath ghosted over the tip of my firm cock, distracting me completely as I felt something penetrate me. I barely noticed the delicious burn, as his moist mouth surrounded my member, tongue swirling along a vein as he sucked me slowly.
“Fuck, Aoi.” I gasped as his eager mouth worked at me, his slick tongue darting around the surface of my throbbing erection, before dipping into the weeping slit at the head. His finger worked inside me, rubbing at my inner walls and I instinctively clenched around him, making him groan, no doubt at how tight I was. He growled suddenly, and it spoke to me about how much he longed to fuck me hard into these sheets; make me bend, make me whine; make me his.
“Another.” Purring my thoughts, Aoi immediately pressed another finger inside of me, curling the digits until my back arched and I let out a hiss as his trimmed nails scraped against the sensitive muscle. My hips moved, grinding to create more friction and I couldn't focus on which felt better-the lips on my cock, or the fingers in my ass. The latter became more apparent as Aoi sneakily added a third, flicking his wrist and tongue at the same time. His fingers hit home, and I suddenly felt so slick and hot, a wave of unending pleasure shooting through me as he brushed at my prostate.
He hummed in satisfaction at his find, tendrils of vibrations streaking through me and I gasped, wanting more; needing it with my very being. I wanted him to stop teasing me, but I knew I had to let him have his fun so even as I bucked my hips pitifully, trying to make him take more of me into his mouth, his spare hand that wasn't working me into a frenzy pressed me down. Obliging, I grit my teeth at the intense feeling of those sensual fingers torturing me, scissoring as they stretched me thoroughly.
“Sexy.” Aoi muttered. I hadn't the faintest clue what he was referring to as I was too busy losing myself to his delightful ministrations. The knot in my stomach is becoming tighter, twisting and turning as it tries to find a way come undone, and a desperate whimper escapes me when Aoi's lips leave me aching, the frigid cold air hitting my abandoned cock painfully. My eyes are pleading when they collide with his, and I beg Aoi to return but those sinful lips of his turn into a smirk, and I nearly glower at his sudden impudence.
Relief floods me when his hand wraps around me instead-those beautiful, talented hands that Aoi produces life with-and I shamelessly buck into his palm, fucking myself onto his hand. Suddenly, his hand is gone and a whine rips from me as I voice my disappointment. His hand runs over my stomach, which jumps and quivers as it recognizes his sensual touch. It drags my body upwards, flicking at my sensitive nipples. It nearly sends me reeling, but I manage to remain sane enough to hear what Aoi has to say next.
His mouth is pressed to my ear, hot breath sending delicious shudders through me and provoking my orgasm. “I'll make you cum without that.” he whispers, it's a promise. I dare him with my eyes, which are soon rolling to the back of my head as another finger is pressed inside me, rolling smoothly with the others to being me to euphoria. Moans are pouring out of my mouth, the sweetest core inside me being pleasured mercilessly. I feel my hair being yanked almost harshly, forcing me to stare into the dark, captivating orbs that only Aoi could possess.
“Ah...” The only words to escape my mouth, yet it only served to make Aoi's fingers work faster, thrusting deep inside until I started to quiver, a long moan being pulled from me as my orgasm racked through my body , my toes curling in absolute bliss. Warmth splattered over my stomach, and my own fingers suddenly felt wet. There was a steady hold on my cock, even as Aoi withdrew himself slowly and agonizingly, his hands cupped my cheeks as he peppered sweet kisses across my flushed face.
“I love you, Kouyou.”
-x-
Uruha jerked awake, a shiver capturing his body as he slowly opened his eyes. Arousal burned intensely through his veins, and his hand was wrapped around his limp cock. Groaning in horror, he pulled it from his boxers, lifting it up. Wet and sticky, his semen glinted mockingly at him the morning light and he distastefully wiped it on the blankets, rubbing his thighs together and feeling them slick with his release.
He rolled to to the side, sleepy eyes glaring at the digital clock by his bed as his hand grasped for the tissue box, plucking the feathery paper before reaching back into his boxers to clean up the mess he had created. “Not again.” he cursed, feeling several emotions seething within him as he discarded the dirtied tissues on the night stand, flopping back down onto the bed with an annoyed huff. The guitarist stared at the ceiling for a moment, remembering Aoi's last words in his fantasy.
“I love you too.” Uruha sighed, shame washing over him before he pulled the blankets over his blond head, snuggling back down into the pillows and willing himself to fall back into the warm world of dreams.
-x-
Comments: Originally, this interlude wasn't going to be posted but it kinda sets up the events that are going to happen next chapter, so I decided to include it. This is also a rather late update because I scrapped what I had originally written for the last chapter, and decided to write it again. No one kill me D:
Next chapter should be out soon. And by soon, I mean pray I'm actually telling the truth, lol.