ACU PreStory: "Black Honey Ch 10: Claiming Beauty" (Aoi x Uruha)
Title: Black Honey Ch 10: Claiming Beauty
Pairings: Aoi x Uruha
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: AU, Sci-Fi with Angst & Smut
Rating: R (Mentioned prostitution/murder/injury)
Warning: Rated R for prostitution, mentioned sex acts, violence, injury and murder, and smut.
Dedication: To any of you that are still out there. This is for you, my lovely loyal Darlings. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own The GazettE (though I do have several CDs & Concert DVDs and a LOT of pictures). They belong to themselves and each other. This fic and the world it is set in is completely the product of my imagination. I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Previous Chapters: "Ch 1: Asking" "Ch 2: The Beauty & The Hunter" "Ch 3: First Sight" "Ch 4: Friendship, Ruin & A Promise" "Ch 5: Payment For Suffering & Tales Between Friends" "Ch 6: Reality In Dreams" "Ch 7: Awakening & Oaths" "Ch 8: Beginnings & Interruptions" "Ch 9: To A New Home"
***
“I don’t know, I can think of several things I would much rather do with that mouth of yours.”
Kouyou stifled a delighted shudder at the growled confession, burying the urge to smile. Instead he stretched and tilted his head, savoring the spray of water still rushing over them. Making his tone sulky, he pouted at the wall and mumbled his reply. “Standing all the way over there? You could have fooled me.”
“Careful.” Yuu cautioned on a growl, but it was a weak effort at best.
Victory.
Wordlessly Kou arched one golden brow in challenge, letting his mate know exactly what he thought of that warning, before glancing to where Yuu’s palms were splayed against the glass and then to the dark city beyond with its sea of lights. There was a coating on the glass, a mirror-like quality to it, so that no one could see in… But from inside, splayed against the surface, the Arch almost felt like the city was looking in on them. Watching the pale-skinned Death Arch pin his golden form to the glass, watching how Yuu’s eyes spiraled to something darker than black, filled with a feral hunger.
He shivered at that look, Uruha -whom many had called fearless- shuddered slightly, unable to mask the impulse. It was an instinctual reaction to the almost-alien presence that peered out of his mate’s dark eyes. There was a weight to that darkness, a feeling of other.
It was less an expansion of pupils and more something else, some dark wild thing that crawled out of Aoi’s soul and into his eyes to gaze out at the world. This was Aoi, then, the dark and lethal one they called the Death Arch. Even armed with his Arch pride and stubbornness, Uruha stared at it wide-eyed; shivering at that strange flow of endless black, pinned between cold glass and hot water but a prisoner only to those dark eyes. Aoi rumbled an approving growl of sound and the golden-skinned male shuddered again, desire thrumming through him.
“No one can see you.” Aoi murmured knowingly as his mate trembled, leaning in to bite playfully at Uruha’s lips and jaw. “I won’t allow it. They can’t touch you, they can’t have you… I can barely stand the fact that they’ll think about you. But right now, at least, no one can see you.”
“No one but you.” Uruha smiled lazily, stretching and sliding under his mate’s arm and into the corner of the shower, drawn again toward the glittering crystal wall.
Aoi growled, a wordless sound of disapproval as the Arch Angel momentarily slid out of reach, away from the protective curl of his own body. He had no choice to follow, forcing back the crowding scream of his instincts in an effort to be gentle, to take care of his so recently-healed mate. “Does that suit you?”
“You seem up to the task of keeping me occupied.” Uruha teased, tossing a laughing look over his shoulder as he splayed his palms against the glowing wall and writhed. He could imagine the effect was pleasing enough the soft light in front of him leaving his back masked in shadows for his mate. “But I suppose there’s only one way to be sure.”
“Still after me to wash your back?” Aoi prompted with a faint smile, allowing himself a grin when Uruha actually laughed.
“Or something like that.” The Arch conceded, eying his mate’s amused expression. “Get over here, I need you.”
“Bossy.” Aoi tsked but followed the command, reaching for a bar of his favorite soap as he moved to pin his mate to the wall. “And somehow I seem to give in to each demand. You’re going to be unaccountably spoiled, I can tell.”
Beneath him, Uruha purred, shivering and the first brush of his mate’s hands along his hips. “I hope so, God; I really do hope so, Yuu.”
“I don’t know if I could handle you being spoiled.” Aoi’s tone lowered, crooning and teasing. “Perhaps I should end this now.”
The Arch Angel laughed, unable to help himself. “Let us be honest, since there is no one else to hear us… Could you stand to have me as anything less?”
Aoi stilled at his back, not even breathing at the moment, and Uruha glanced back to meet his gaze. Dark eyes searched the Arch’s face, seeking something with no name. A moment later the sternness melted out of Aoi’s expression, his head shaking slightly.
“The truth then, between us… Only truth.” He admitted softly. “I’ve wanted to lock you away and spoil you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. My Kouyou.”
Kouyou hummed contentedly, stretching and arching back into the stroke of pale hands over his shoulders, shivering at the rich lather of the soap. The scent of something dark and spiced -part of Yuu’s own scent- surrounded them, fueled by the Dark Kin’s proximity and the glide of silken bubbles over golden skin. “Then it is quite obvious to me this relationship is off to a perfect start… Because I have a feeling I’ll be more than content with allowing you to do just that.”
Yuu hummed thoughtfully, setting aside the smooth bar of soap in favor of spreading bubbles over his mate’s skin with exploring fingertips. “I’m not so sure.”
Kouyou made a questioning sound that melted into a contented purr when his mate found and unerringly soothed a knot in the muscle of his upper back. “O-oh?”
Yuu grinned at the somewhat muddled question, easing his hands down to his mate’s hips and rumbling in approval when Uruha stretched beneath the touch, canting his hips invitingly. “You seem like the sort that would be ill-tempered at being locked away behind glass.”
“If the glass you’re locking me behind is the window in this damned decadent shower of yours… And you happen to be fucking me at the time, I’m sure I’d be more than happy with playing the pampered pet.”
Aoi’s low laugh didn’t seem to faze him, without hesitation Kouyou continued.
“Until then? If you don’t put your hands in me, I’ll be forced to do something drastic. As I was recently on my death bed, I can tell you that you want to avoid that.”
“Somehow I just knew you’d be pushy as hell.”
“Don’t lie; it turns you on… And I can tell.” Kouyou smirked as he leaned forward, planting his hands on the glittering wall and tossing an inviting look over his shoulder. “So, are you going to touch me, or do I have to kill you?”
Faced with that, what else could he do? “As my Beauty commands.”
***
By the time he finally had tired of teasing his mate and slid into his lover’s welcoming body, Yuu was purring in contentment. Kouyou keened softly at the rumbling sound of approval, shivering where he was caught between his mate’s warm body and the cool lighted surface of the shower wall. He was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to delay coming a third time, and the idea was both thrilling and exhausting.
“Please…” The honey-haired male whined, throwing his head back against his mate’s shoulder and whining when the mixed-blood Kin shifted their bodies with a teasing thrust. “Yuu.”
“Not done pleading with me?” The Death Arch teased in a dark, silken tone, nipping another red mark onto the curve of his mate’s neck. “That’s all you’ve done for the last hour, my Beauty… ‘Please this, please that’… And what of what I want?”
“Anything, please god anything Yuu. Just now!” Kouyou whined, hands sliding down to grip ate his mate’s thighs as he writhed against his lover. “Please more?”
“So pushy.” Yuu growled again, thrusting roughly against the begging body, crooning at the tight grip. “I give and give to you, Golden One, Only One. And what? Still demanding more of me?”
Kouyou whined, head thrown back and his marked throat bared. “Yes, you selfish bastard. I want all of you.”
And Aoi laughed, dark eyes glittering as he scattered bites over golden skin and his hands gripped his lover tightly. ’You have all of me, SoulMate.’
With a soft, keening sob, the Arch Angel shuddered and climaxed.
***
Uruha hummed and stretched, smiling as Aoi nuzzled at his belly and made an adorable grumpy sound. Lifting one hand to stroke his mate’s hair, he grinned as his fingers were nipped at. “Aha… So you are awake down there.”
“I wouldn’t be if you’d be still.” Aoi growled, twisting enough to lip gently at the nearest scar. He traced the pale line to Uruha’s hip and spent some time nibbling at the line of his mate’s hip-bone, stopping when the skin was flushed pink and marked with the faint imprint of his teeth in darker red.
By the time all was said and done, Uruha was shivering again… Soft whimpering noises escaping his throat with every other breath as his hands clawed at the sheets. His golden eyes were hopeful when they slid open, faintly fogged as he smiled lazily at his mate. “Again?”
“Didn’t you say something about food?” Aoi asked innocently, sliding out of bed and stalking across the room to his dresser.
“Food?” The Arch all-out whined, flipping to his belly and gazing after his mate with a frown. “Now?”
“Why not?” Aoi returned innocently, not bothering to turn around as he pulled on clothes and reached for his coat. “Are you coming?”
“Fine… Fine.” Uruha grumbled as he threw the bed sheets aside, stalking over to the dresser where he’d managed -at some point- to stow some of his clothes. “You’re unbelievable.”
“We had sex an hour ago… Pillow talk should be a bit quicker to follow up.” Aoi teased gently, offering his mate a shirt.
“You’re hilarious.” Uruha deadpanned, frowning at him but pulling on the clothing. In some small part of his soul -a very firmly ‘Mated’ part- he was crooning at the opportunity to wrap his mate’s scent around himself.
It made him hesitate when Aoi reached for the coat he’d been wearing more or less since the Dark Kin had saved his life… Aoi’s coat. “Do you want that back?”
“What?” Aoi eyed him, clearly bewildered.
“Your jacket.”
“Don’t you want it?”
The blond exhaled, both exasperated and amused. “That wasn’t what I asked. I wanted to know if you wanted it back.”
“Of course not… I like it better on you.”
“Well… Alright.” Uruha turned and let his mate slide the sleeves up his arms, wrapping the coat -and coincidentally, one very delicious mixed-blood Kin- around him. “Good.”
Aoi laughed and kissed his cheek with a roll of his dark eyes, reaching for the coat he had been wearing more or less since he’d given his away. “Foolish.”
Kouyou eyed it also, faintly detecting some strange hint of spice and smoke… “Where’d you get that?”
Aoi hesitated as he pulled the warm jacket around himself, pain a faint panic flickering through his face before he winced. “Ah… Hell.”
“Aoi?”
“There’s… someone you have to meet…”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 11: Meetings and Alliances"
I'm not going to bore you (if you're out there?) with excuses about why this took so long. I am definitely not going to tell you how many times I had to re-write all this. I do apologize that it did take forever and a day, and I hope you can forgive me and that you enjoy the final product. I hope this makes you all smile.
Pairings: Aoi x Uruha
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: AU, Sci-Fi with Angst & Smut
Rating: R (Mentioned prostitution/murder/injury)
Warning: Rated R for prostitution, mentioned sex acts, violence, injury and murder, and smut.
Dedication: To any of you that are still out there. This is for you, my lovely loyal Darlings. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own The GazettE (though I do have several CDs & Concert DVDs and a LOT of pictures). They belong to themselves and each other. This fic and the world it is set in is completely the product of my imagination. I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Previous Chapters: "Ch 1: Asking" "Ch 2: The Beauty & The Hunter" "Ch 3: First Sight" "Ch 4: Friendship, Ruin & A Promise" "Ch 5: Payment For Suffering & Tales Between Friends" "Ch 6: Reality In Dreams" "Ch 7: Awakening & Oaths" "Ch 8: Beginnings & Interruptions" "Ch 9: To A New Home"
***
“I don’t know, I can think of several things I would much rather do with that mouth of yours.”
Kouyou stifled a delighted shudder at the growled confession, burying the urge to smile. Instead he stretched and tilted his head, savoring the spray of water still rushing over them. Making his tone sulky, he pouted at the wall and mumbled his reply. “Standing all the way over there? You could have fooled me.”
“Careful.” Yuu cautioned on a growl, but it was a weak effort at best.
Victory.
Wordlessly Kou arched one golden brow in challenge, letting his mate know exactly what he thought of that warning, before glancing to where Yuu’s palms were splayed against the glass and then to the dark city beyond with its sea of lights. There was a coating on the glass, a mirror-like quality to it, so that no one could see in… But from inside, splayed against the surface, the Arch almost felt like the city was looking in on them. Watching the pale-skinned Death Arch pin his golden form to the glass, watching how Yuu’s eyes spiraled to something darker than black, filled with a feral hunger.
He shivered at that look, Uruha -whom many had called fearless- shuddered slightly, unable to mask the impulse. It was an instinctual reaction to the almost-alien presence that peered out of his mate’s dark eyes. There was a weight to that darkness, a feeling of other.
It was less an expansion of pupils and more something else, some dark wild thing that crawled out of Aoi’s soul and into his eyes to gaze out at the world. This was Aoi, then, the dark and lethal one they called the Death Arch. Even armed with his Arch pride and stubbornness, Uruha stared at it wide-eyed; shivering at that strange flow of endless black, pinned between cold glass and hot water but a prisoner only to those dark eyes. Aoi rumbled an approving growl of sound and the golden-skinned male shuddered again, desire thrumming through him.
“No one can see you.” Aoi murmured knowingly as his mate trembled, leaning in to bite playfully at Uruha’s lips and jaw. “I won’t allow it. They can’t touch you, they can’t have you… I can barely stand the fact that they’ll think about you. But right now, at least, no one can see you.”
“No one but you.” Uruha smiled lazily, stretching and sliding under his mate’s arm and into the corner of the shower, drawn again toward the glittering crystal wall.
Aoi growled, a wordless sound of disapproval as the Arch Angel momentarily slid out of reach, away from the protective curl of his own body. He had no choice to follow, forcing back the crowding scream of his instincts in an effort to be gentle, to take care of his so recently-healed mate. “Does that suit you?”
“You seem up to the task of keeping me occupied.” Uruha teased, tossing a laughing look over his shoulder as he splayed his palms against the glowing wall and writhed. He could imagine the effect was pleasing enough the soft light in front of him leaving his back masked in shadows for his mate. “But I suppose there’s only one way to be sure.”
“Still after me to wash your back?” Aoi prompted with a faint smile, allowing himself a grin when Uruha actually laughed.
“Or something like that.” The Arch conceded, eying his mate’s amused expression. “Get over here, I need you.”
“Bossy.” Aoi tsked but followed the command, reaching for a bar of his favorite soap as he moved to pin his mate to the wall. “And somehow I seem to give in to each demand. You’re going to be unaccountably spoiled, I can tell.”
Beneath him, Uruha purred, shivering and the first brush of his mate’s hands along his hips. “I hope so, God; I really do hope so, Yuu.”
“I don’t know if I could handle you being spoiled.” Aoi’s tone lowered, crooning and teasing. “Perhaps I should end this now.”
The Arch Angel laughed, unable to help himself. “Let us be honest, since there is no one else to hear us… Could you stand to have me as anything less?”
Aoi stilled at his back, not even breathing at the moment, and Uruha glanced back to meet his gaze. Dark eyes searched the Arch’s face, seeking something with no name. A moment later the sternness melted out of Aoi’s expression, his head shaking slightly.
“The truth then, between us… Only truth.” He admitted softly. “I’ve wanted to lock you away and spoil you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. My Kouyou.”
Kouyou hummed contentedly, stretching and arching back into the stroke of pale hands over his shoulders, shivering at the rich lather of the soap. The scent of something dark and spiced -part of Yuu’s own scent- surrounded them, fueled by the Dark Kin’s proximity and the glide of silken bubbles over golden skin. “Then it is quite obvious to me this relationship is off to a perfect start… Because I have a feeling I’ll be more than content with allowing you to do just that.”
Yuu hummed thoughtfully, setting aside the smooth bar of soap in favor of spreading bubbles over his mate’s skin with exploring fingertips. “I’m not so sure.”
Kouyou made a questioning sound that melted into a contented purr when his mate found and unerringly soothed a knot in the muscle of his upper back. “O-oh?”
Yuu grinned at the somewhat muddled question, easing his hands down to his mate’s hips and rumbling in approval when Uruha stretched beneath the touch, canting his hips invitingly. “You seem like the sort that would be ill-tempered at being locked away behind glass.”
“If the glass you’re locking me behind is the window in this damned decadent shower of yours… And you happen to be fucking me at the time, I’m sure I’d be more than happy with playing the pampered pet.”
Aoi’s low laugh didn’t seem to faze him, without hesitation Kouyou continued.
“Until then? If you don’t put your hands in me, I’ll be forced to do something drastic. As I was recently on my death bed, I can tell you that you want to avoid that.”
“Somehow I just knew you’d be pushy as hell.”
“Don’t lie; it turns you on… And I can tell.” Kouyou smirked as he leaned forward, planting his hands on the glittering wall and tossing an inviting look over his shoulder. “So, are you going to touch me, or do I have to kill you?”
Faced with that, what else could he do? “As my Beauty commands.”
***
By the time he finally had tired of teasing his mate and slid into his lover’s welcoming body, Yuu was purring in contentment. Kouyou keened softly at the rumbling sound of approval, shivering where he was caught between his mate’s warm body and the cool lighted surface of the shower wall. He was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to delay coming a third time, and the idea was both thrilling and exhausting.
“Please…” The honey-haired male whined, throwing his head back against his mate’s shoulder and whining when the mixed-blood Kin shifted their bodies with a teasing thrust. “Yuu.”
“Not done pleading with me?” The Death Arch teased in a dark, silken tone, nipping another red mark onto the curve of his mate’s neck. “That’s all you’ve done for the last hour, my Beauty… ‘Please this, please that’… And what of what I want?”
“Anything, please god anything Yuu. Just now!” Kouyou whined, hands sliding down to grip ate his mate’s thighs as he writhed against his lover. “Please more?”
“So pushy.” Yuu growled again, thrusting roughly against the begging body, crooning at the tight grip. “I give and give to you, Golden One, Only One. And what? Still demanding more of me?”
Kouyou whined, head thrown back and his marked throat bared. “Yes, you selfish bastard. I want all of you.”
And Aoi laughed, dark eyes glittering as he scattered bites over golden skin and his hands gripped his lover tightly. ’You have all of me, SoulMate.’
With a soft, keening sob, the Arch Angel shuddered and climaxed.
***
Uruha hummed and stretched, smiling as Aoi nuzzled at his belly and made an adorable grumpy sound. Lifting one hand to stroke his mate’s hair, he grinned as his fingers were nipped at. “Aha… So you are awake down there.”
“I wouldn’t be if you’d be still.” Aoi growled, twisting enough to lip gently at the nearest scar. He traced the pale line to Uruha’s hip and spent some time nibbling at the line of his mate’s hip-bone, stopping when the skin was flushed pink and marked with the faint imprint of his teeth in darker red.
By the time all was said and done, Uruha was shivering again… Soft whimpering noises escaping his throat with every other breath as his hands clawed at the sheets. His golden eyes were hopeful when they slid open, faintly fogged as he smiled lazily at his mate. “Again?”
“Didn’t you say something about food?” Aoi asked innocently, sliding out of bed and stalking across the room to his dresser.
“Food?” The Arch all-out whined, flipping to his belly and gazing after his mate with a frown. “Now?”
“Why not?” Aoi returned innocently, not bothering to turn around as he pulled on clothes and reached for his coat. “Are you coming?”
“Fine… Fine.” Uruha grumbled as he threw the bed sheets aside, stalking over to the dresser where he’d managed -at some point- to stow some of his clothes. “You’re unbelievable.”
“We had sex an hour ago… Pillow talk should be a bit quicker to follow up.” Aoi teased gently, offering his mate a shirt.
“You’re hilarious.” Uruha deadpanned, frowning at him but pulling on the clothing. In some small part of his soul -a very firmly ‘Mated’ part- he was crooning at the opportunity to wrap his mate’s scent around himself.
It made him hesitate when Aoi reached for the coat he’d been wearing more or less since the Dark Kin had saved his life… Aoi’s coat. “Do you want that back?”
“What?” Aoi eyed him, clearly bewildered.
“Your jacket.”
“Don’t you want it?”
The blond exhaled, both exasperated and amused. “That wasn’t what I asked. I wanted to know if you wanted it back.”
“Of course not… I like it better on you.”
“Well… Alright.” Uruha turned and let his mate slide the sleeves up his arms, wrapping the coat -and coincidentally, one very delicious mixed-blood Kin- around him. “Good.”
Aoi laughed and kissed his cheek with a roll of his dark eyes, reaching for the coat he had been wearing more or less since he’d given his away. “Foolish.”
Kouyou eyed it also, faintly detecting some strange hint of spice and smoke… “Where’d you get that?”
Aoi hesitated as he pulled the warm jacket around himself, pain a faint panic flickering through his face before he winced. “Ah… Hell.”
“Aoi?”
“There’s… someone you have to meet…”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 11: Meetings and Alliances"
I'm not going to bore you (if you're out there?) with excuses about why this took so long. I am definitely not going to tell you how many times I had to re-write all this. I do apologize that it did take forever and a day, and I hope you can forgive me and that you enjoy the final product. I hope this makes you all smile.