Bokki Satsu 2/??
Title: Bokki Satsu
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, smut, humor
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity
Chapter: 2/??
Synopsis: It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.
Comments: The whole story is in Aoi's P.O.V.
Aiko sat beside my bed with a clipboard, adjusting her glasses and taking a deep breath as if to prepare herself for the session to come. Of course I took it upon myself to make her job harder than it needed to be, but what did she expect; me to be nice and actually answer her questions? Okay I was in Bokki Satsu for Christ’s sake! Actually it’s not as bad as it seems but I still didn’t enjoy it. No masturbating, no fucking, no fantasizing, no nothing. What’s the point in living if I can’t fuck? Exactly, there is no point. It’s not like I’d go ahead and do anything stupid; there was still one person I was waiting to see, and damnit he hadn’t shown up. Takashima-san has balls for doing this to me, and when I see him he’s going to lose a couple of very nice things, and then they’ll be mine forever and he’ll beg me to give them back. But will I? NO! Taking my sex is just as bad as taking his dick, right? Of course that’s not all I’d take, ha. A week without one simple little fuck made me throw politeness out the window; I was so desperate I would even settle for a blowjob from a vacuum cleaner. Is that still considered a blowjob?
“Have you had-” I laughed shaking my head and holding up my hand. Nope! Sorry Princess but no questions allowed until I get to see Mr. Darklord Takashima. That’s the name I have him, by the way, because I don’t know his real name. Was I even told? I don’t think so. There’s even more to the mystery that is Takashima-san. I bet he was some sort of evil villain straight from an adult comic book or something, y’know, because in a child’s comic book there aren’t villains who put someone in a sex clinic to take away their favorite part of life. Whoever wrote that comic book he came out of needs to go jump off a building or something, or maybe I should make my own comic book to battle the other one.
“Is that a questions I hear you trying to ask Aiko-chan?” I tsked shaking my finger at her. “Those are no no’s until I get to see my betrayer! You’ve not called him? Is that why he’s not here? Well now, Sensei, I suppose we’ll have to do something else to pass the time, ne? If you catch my drift, I mean. Surely an employee here has needs as well, am I correct? I have needs, you have needs, lets help each other out here! Drop down and fucking suck me!!” I yelled pointing to the ground demandingly. Oh the look on her face was one of much annoyance and disgust. Beautiful, but being a dick is all I will be until I get my wish.
“That is very unacceptable behavior, Shiroyama-san!” She shrieked, “Mr. Takashima said he works during the days and we are closed to visitors during the night. Unless he takes a day off-” Aiko sighed audibly as my hand flew up in the air once more to shut her the hell up. Therapists are real morons, ne? At least I was getting some enjoyment out of interrupting her and not letting her speak. I could tell she was getting more and more annoyed just by the way the vein in her forehead keep popping out. It was kind of gross but I didn’t care. If it were to burst at least I would have something to watch.
“Unless you want me to talk and keep my dick and my comments to myself, you will get him in during the night.” I smirked tapping my fingers on my thighs with a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. Y’know, I didn’t think that would actually work but she nodded and I was blessed with the presence of a very beautiful man as soon as night fell. Too bad he was on my bad side, otherwise I would have been able to have some fun with him and make his night a lot more interesting. Before I even made plans for him to have some fun with me, I had to take care of something first: how to make him pay for this. What is this? Some kind of fucking joke he plays on strangers? Maybe he’s some kind of undercover cop or something, and then I guess I walked into that one, but it wasn’t my fault!
Takashima-san walked into the room with far too much grace for a man, but it was somehow fitting for him. If I was in a good mood I would have made some smartass comment about it but I was trying to sit on the edge of my bed with an intimidating look on my face, y’know to make him afraid for his life or something. I don’t’ think it really worked because he only smiled at me, and let me tell you something, he was absolutely breathtaking: blonde hair, pouty lips, mischievous eyes, and a look of pure naughtiness. That was right about the time when my stupid brain decided to kick into gear and stop being stupid long enough for me to realize he was the luscious man from the bar. Me-ow.
He bowed politely and took a seat in Aiko’s usual chair; the simple act making shivers run down my spine. Is it right for one man to be able to do that to me? He was just torturing me; there was no way that was accidental and he knew what he had done because he was grinning from ear to ear. That daft bastard. Who in the hell did he think he was waltzing in here just to arouse me? It must have been part of his evil Darklord plan to take me out; how long has he been after me anyways?
“Having fun, Yuu?” Takashima-san grinned even wider, if that was possible, while placing his hands on his lap. It would have been nice to see those thighs again, but the asshole had to go and wear pants instead of those nice shorts I remember. Damnit that man had some great thighs; smooth and milky. Just the sight of the them was enough to turn a person into a puddle of goop. Instead of showing off those irresistible legs he decided to wear a pair of jeans that went well with the old band shirt he was wearing. Just my luck that he would cover any skin he could expose to me.
“What the hell was this for?!” I spat more harsh than I had intended, but then I remembered his ass was mine, in more ways in one, until I felt paid back. No sexy evil darklord was going to take me down without me fighting back. Ha. His lips curled up into an all too innocent smile and a giggle passed through his lips. I’ll admit he looked kind of cute, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily at all.
“First of all, I believe an exchanging of names is proper. You may call me Uruha, dear slave. Master Uruha.” He giggled rubbing his hands together, and for a brief second I was actually afraid because he looked like he was really serious about me being his slave. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Of course it could! What the hell was I thinking? It would be terrible to be his slave because if he put me in that damn place that would mean he would take away sex permanently! Uruha plays a hard game.
“Slave?” I asked with raised eyebrows and a dropped jaw. “Master Uruha sounds kind of hot, y’know. I wouldn’t give myself that title if I were you, I mean who knows what little things I could come up with.” I grinned playing along because I wasn’t going to sit there and let myself look completely stupid.
“What kind of fucking sick freak are you? I was just kidding, and that response is exactly why you’re in here mister. It’s what you get for using your sexiness to lure me out of that bar so you could lean me over your car and fuck me senseless. You’re not like other guys I’ve gone home with; we actually got to go to their houses. You, you can’t wait to get a man’s pants around his ankles, huh? Now does my little fucker have a name he would prefer? Yuu sounds pretty girly.” First of all, I did not lure him out to my car, I don’t think. I don’t remember, but I’m going to stand up for myself even if I’m wrong because that’s just the kind of guy I am. I’m never wrong. Second of all, my name is not girly. Okay it is but that is another example of me not being wrong.
“Chances are if you were lured in it’s not my fault because you wanted it. I don’t hypnotize people into having sex with me. I also don’t remember fucking you over my car, therefore I have every right to believe you are lying because I just so happen to know for a fact that you drugged me. And look who’s talking about girly! At least I kind of look like a man! You look like a very, very pretty girl. My name is not girly, but if you insist, call me Aoi, but know one thing,” I paused looking around before smirking, “You won’t keep me in your hold for long, Darklord Takashima.”. I leaned forward to tap his nose. No evil lord was going to keep me in some rehabilitation center.
A moment later the room was filled with the sound of his rather dorky laughter. Why in the hell was he laughing? I know I didn’t say anything funny because I was being serious, yet there he sat holding his stomach and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. My hand shot up and smacked him on the chest but he only swatted at me and continued to wipe his eyes while muttering a ‘gomen, gomen, Aoi’san’. The nerve of that man.
“Excuse me but I didn’t drug you, silly. I wasn’t going to do anything at first until I had an instant pain in my ass when you decided to just shove your dick up my ass without preparing me. I may have been a one night stand but you could have had the decency to prepare me a bit, y’know? My ass can’t take it all at once, jackass.” He crossed his arms over his chest, spread his legs with a raised eyebrow, and leaned back in the chair. I wasn’t going to fall for it.
“Liar! Evil Darklord Takashima be gone!” I yelled and jumped up to point a finger in his face. There’s not rule for yelling nonsense at someone at night, right? Oh well, I didn’t care because I was just in the mood for arguing. Of course I knew he was telling the truth, but I wasn’t going to let him win this one.
“I’m not a darklord, Aoi.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll make a deal with you, are you up for it?” I thought for a moment and looked over his expression to see if agreeing could possibly end up badly for me, but there was nothing of the sort written anywhere on his face. With a long sigh and a hand running through my hair I nodded.
“Okay, okay, what do I have to do to please you, Uruha?” I know one thing I could do to please him and I could even prepare him this time so he’d enjoy it more! But he had other things in mind; how not-surprising.
“I’ll get you out of Bokki Satsu but you have to come with me. You must live with me and I will help you overcome your sex addiction! I always wanted to be a teacher!” Uruha jumped up out of his chair excitedly.
“I don’t think you’d be a teacher-” It was right about then I felt a sting throughout my lips as he slapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. He didn’t have to hit me that hard, but the look on his face said he was being serious. If that was him being serious I wanted to see him when he was joking.
“Like I said, you’ll live me with and that also means you have to follow some basic rules, and I mean the rules you obey -or you’re supposed to obey- here. That’s temporary until I can think of my own set of rules that’ll be more entertaining. So, what do you say? Can I become Uru-Sensei for you, Aoi-chan?”
Which do you think I would go for? Staying in some annoying as hell building with a therapist who won’t let me do anything, or go live with the nut job who put me in there in the first place?
“I’ll take my chances with you, but I warn you, I’m not willing to give up sex willingly.” I shrugged leaning back on my elbows as he walked around the room absentmindedly.
“Something tells me this will be more fun than I had imagined. Tomorrow morning before I go to work I’ll drop by and let them know I’m taking you home, and tomorrow night you’re mine.” Oh no, sweetheart, you’re mine.
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, smut, humor
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity
Chapter: 2/??
Synopsis: It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.
Comments: The whole story is in Aoi's P.O.V.
Aiko sat beside my bed with a clipboard, adjusting her glasses and taking a deep breath as if to prepare herself for the session to come. Of course I took it upon myself to make her job harder than it needed to be, but what did she expect; me to be nice and actually answer her questions? Okay I was in Bokki Satsu for Christ’s sake! Actually it’s not as bad as it seems but I still didn’t enjoy it. No masturbating, no fucking, no fantasizing, no nothing. What’s the point in living if I can’t fuck? Exactly, there is no point. It’s not like I’d go ahead and do anything stupid; there was still one person I was waiting to see, and damnit he hadn’t shown up. Takashima-san has balls for doing this to me, and when I see him he’s going to lose a couple of very nice things, and then they’ll be mine forever and he’ll beg me to give them back. But will I? NO! Taking my sex is just as bad as taking his dick, right? Of course that’s not all I’d take, ha. A week without one simple little fuck made me throw politeness out the window; I was so desperate I would even settle for a blowjob from a vacuum cleaner. Is that still considered a blowjob?
“Have you had-” I laughed shaking my head and holding up my hand. Nope! Sorry Princess but no questions allowed until I get to see Mr. Darklord Takashima. That’s the name I have him, by the way, because I don’t know his real name. Was I even told? I don’t think so. There’s even more to the mystery that is Takashima-san. I bet he was some sort of evil villain straight from an adult comic book or something, y’know, because in a child’s comic book there aren’t villains who put someone in a sex clinic to take away their favorite part of life. Whoever wrote that comic book he came out of needs to go jump off a building or something, or maybe I should make my own comic book to battle the other one.
“Is that a questions I hear you trying to ask Aiko-chan?” I tsked shaking my finger at her. “Those are no no’s until I get to see my betrayer! You’ve not called him? Is that why he’s not here? Well now, Sensei, I suppose we’ll have to do something else to pass the time, ne? If you catch my drift, I mean. Surely an employee here has needs as well, am I correct? I have needs, you have needs, lets help each other out here! Drop down and fucking suck me!!” I yelled pointing to the ground demandingly. Oh the look on her face was one of much annoyance and disgust. Beautiful, but being a dick is all I will be until I get my wish.
“That is very unacceptable behavior, Shiroyama-san!” She shrieked, “Mr. Takashima said he works during the days and we are closed to visitors during the night. Unless he takes a day off-” Aiko sighed audibly as my hand flew up in the air once more to shut her the hell up. Therapists are real morons, ne? At least I was getting some enjoyment out of interrupting her and not letting her speak. I could tell she was getting more and more annoyed just by the way the vein in her forehead keep popping out. It was kind of gross but I didn’t care. If it were to burst at least I would have something to watch.
“Unless you want me to talk and keep my dick and my comments to myself, you will get him in during the night.” I smirked tapping my fingers on my thighs with a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. Y’know, I didn’t think that would actually work but she nodded and I was blessed with the presence of a very beautiful man as soon as night fell. Too bad he was on my bad side, otherwise I would have been able to have some fun with him and make his night a lot more interesting. Before I even made plans for him to have some fun with me, I had to take care of something first: how to make him pay for this. What is this? Some kind of fucking joke he plays on strangers? Maybe he’s some kind of undercover cop or something, and then I guess I walked into that one, but it wasn’t my fault!
Takashima-san walked into the room with far too much grace for a man, but it was somehow fitting for him. If I was in a good mood I would have made some smartass comment about it but I was trying to sit on the edge of my bed with an intimidating look on my face, y’know to make him afraid for his life or something. I don’t’ think it really worked because he only smiled at me, and let me tell you something, he was absolutely breathtaking: blonde hair, pouty lips, mischievous eyes, and a look of pure naughtiness. That was right about the time when my stupid brain decided to kick into gear and stop being stupid long enough for me to realize he was the luscious man from the bar. Me-ow.
He bowed politely and took a seat in Aiko’s usual chair; the simple act making shivers run down my spine. Is it right for one man to be able to do that to me? He was just torturing me; there was no way that was accidental and he knew what he had done because he was grinning from ear to ear. That daft bastard. Who in the hell did he think he was waltzing in here just to arouse me? It must have been part of his evil Darklord plan to take me out; how long has he been after me anyways?
“Having fun, Yuu?” Takashima-san grinned even wider, if that was possible, while placing his hands on his lap. It would have been nice to see those thighs again, but the asshole had to go and wear pants instead of those nice shorts I remember. Damnit that man had some great thighs; smooth and milky. Just the sight of the them was enough to turn a person into a puddle of goop. Instead of showing off those irresistible legs he decided to wear a pair of jeans that went well with the old band shirt he was wearing. Just my luck that he would cover any skin he could expose to me.
“What the hell was this for?!” I spat more harsh than I had intended, but then I remembered his ass was mine, in more ways in one, until I felt paid back. No sexy evil darklord was going to take me down without me fighting back. Ha. His lips curled up into an all too innocent smile and a giggle passed through his lips. I’ll admit he looked kind of cute, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily at all.
“First of all, I believe an exchanging of names is proper. You may call me Uruha, dear slave. Master Uruha.” He giggled rubbing his hands together, and for a brief second I was actually afraid because he looked like he was really serious about me being his slave. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Of course it could! What the hell was I thinking? It would be terrible to be his slave because if he put me in that damn place that would mean he would take away sex permanently! Uruha plays a hard game.
“Slave?” I asked with raised eyebrows and a dropped jaw. “Master Uruha sounds kind of hot, y’know. I wouldn’t give myself that title if I were you, I mean who knows what little things I could come up with.” I grinned playing along because I wasn’t going to sit there and let myself look completely stupid.
“What kind of fucking sick freak are you? I was just kidding, and that response is exactly why you’re in here mister. It’s what you get for using your sexiness to lure me out of that bar so you could lean me over your car and fuck me senseless. You’re not like other guys I’ve gone home with; we actually got to go to their houses. You, you can’t wait to get a man’s pants around his ankles, huh? Now does my little fucker have a name he would prefer? Yuu sounds pretty girly.” First of all, I did not lure him out to my car, I don’t think. I don’t remember, but I’m going to stand up for myself even if I’m wrong because that’s just the kind of guy I am. I’m never wrong. Second of all, my name is not girly. Okay it is but that is another example of me not being wrong.
“Chances are if you were lured in it’s not my fault because you wanted it. I don’t hypnotize people into having sex with me. I also don’t remember fucking you over my car, therefore I have every right to believe you are lying because I just so happen to know for a fact that you drugged me. And look who’s talking about girly! At least I kind of look like a man! You look like a very, very pretty girl. My name is not girly, but if you insist, call me Aoi, but know one thing,” I paused looking around before smirking, “You won’t keep me in your hold for long, Darklord Takashima.”. I leaned forward to tap his nose. No evil lord was going to keep me in some rehabilitation center.
A moment later the room was filled with the sound of his rather dorky laughter. Why in the hell was he laughing? I know I didn’t say anything funny because I was being serious, yet there he sat holding his stomach and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. My hand shot up and smacked him on the chest but he only swatted at me and continued to wipe his eyes while muttering a ‘gomen, gomen, Aoi’san’. The nerve of that man.
“Excuse me but I didn’t drug you, silly. I wasn’t going to do anything at first until I had an instant pain in my ass when you decided to just shove your dick up my ass without preparing me. I may have been a one night stand but you could have had the decency to prepare me a bit, y’know? My ass can’t take it all at once, jackass.” He crossed his arms over his chest, spread his legs with a raised eyebrow, and leaned back in the chair. I wasn’t going to fall for it.
“Liar! Evil Darklord Takashima be gone!” I yelled and jumped up to point a finger in his face. There’s not rule for yelling nonsense at someone at night, right? Oh well, I didn’t care because I was just in the mood for arguing. Of course I knew he was telling the truth, but I wasn’t going to let him win this one.
“I’m not a darklord, Aoi.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll make a deal with you, are you up for it?” I thought for a moment and looked over his expression to see if agreeing could possibly end up badly for me, but there was nothing of the sort written anywhere on his face. With a long sigh and a hand running through my hair I nodded.
“Okay, okay, what do I have to do to please you, Uruha?” I know one thing I could do to please him and I could even prepare him this time so he’d enjoy it more! But he had other things in mind; how not-surprising.
“I’ll get you out of Bokki Satsu but you have to come with me. You must live with me and I will help you overcome your sex addiction! I always wanted to be a teacher!” Uruha jumped up out of his chair excitedly.
“I don’t think you’d be a teacher-” It was right about then I felt a sting throughout my lips as he slapped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. He didn’t have to hit me that hard, but the look on his face said he was being serious. If that was him being serious I wanted to see him when he was joking.
“Like I said, you’ll live me with and that also means you have to follow some basic rules, and I mean the rules you obey -or you’re supposed to obey- here. That’s temporary until I can think of my own set of rules that’ll be more entertaining. So, what do you say? Can I become Uru-Sensei for you, Aoi-chan?”
Which do you think I would go for? Staying in some annoying as hell building with a therapist who won’t let me do anything, or go live with the nut job who put me in there in the first place?
“I’ll take my chances with you, but I warn you, I’m not willing to give up sex willingly.” I shrugged leaning back on my elbows as he walked around the room absentmindedly.
“Something tells me this will be more fun than I had imagined. Tomorrow morning before I go to work I’ll drop by and let them know I’m taking you home, and tomorrow night you’re mine.” Oh no, sweetheart, you’re mine.