ハローウィン 2/??
Author: evil_queen369 / spermargarita81
Genre: Comedy, supernatural, smut
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Warnings: sex
Chapter: 2/??
Synopsis: “Do you know what day it is?!” Uruha rolled over and pulled me into his arms. Of course I knew what day it was: My fucking day off!
Comments: This is in Aoi's P.O.V. I wanted to write something for Halloween because I write a story every year for the occassion. Hopefully you guys will like this and I will get the next couple parts up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think. Comments = ♥ ハローウィンおめでとう。 o ( ^ - ^ ) o
Not beta'd. ^^;
The door closed behind us on its own and a laugh echoed through the room. It felt like we were in one of those lame horror movies, and I was just waiting for Uruha to run away like the typical horror movie girl; y’know they run and fall down, then stand up and run, throw off their shoe, fall down again and scream, and then start running and in the process throw off the other shoe. Classic, and it would be nice to see Uruha do that, at least I think so.
“Please tell me you’re not pranking me.” Uruha dug his fingernails into my arm and glared at me. How could I prank him if I had never even stepped foot into that house before? Leave it to Uruha to think I would actually try to scare him on purpose. Of course it would have been amusing to scare the hell out of him and be the one behind it, but I’d never actually do that. Anything that went on in that house wasn’t because of me, and I’ll make that point clear now.
“I’m not clever enough to prank you.” I muttered back and grabbed his hand. I wasn’t going to stand there trembling because of some door closing on its own and some lame laugh; it was probably just the wind or our imaginations, but isn’t that the typical thing to say? I wasn’t going to get scared so soon because there was a whole mansion to look at. Uruha was already scared, and I could tell by the whine that left his lips as I pulled him through the house.
“Why did you bring me here?” I knew he was going to begin complaining at some point, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. My idea of Halloween is scaring the snot out of people and making them scream; Uruha thought Halloween was about doing fun little activities and making kids simile. That doesn’t sound very fun to me. Why make a kid smile if you could make them cry and scream?
“You wanted Halloween Uru. This is what Halloween is all about.” I smirked and dragged him into one of the rooms and closed the door behind us. The room was dark but there was enough light filtering through the windows for me to make out it was a bedroom of some sort.
“That’s not true! I wanted to dress up.” He pouted and plopped down on the bed. A grin made its way to my lips when a sudden idea hit me.
“You can play dress up when we get home.” I purred softly, and before I knew it I was straddling his hips. It was always fun to get him aroused in strange situations because as much as he didn’t want to give in, he always did. That’s the one thing I used to my advantage. Uruha craves to be touched, and even if we were in the middle of a gang fight he’d still pounce on me if I even gave him the impression that I wanted to have sex with him. That little flaw was so useful to me, and sometimes it even helped to calm him down a bit.
A sigh escaped him as my lips trailed down his neck teasingly. I knew just how to get what I wanted from him, and I was going to get it. It was such a strange thing to be doing in a haunted house, but that only made it more exciting. How many people can say they went into a haunted house and banged Uruha? None because he’s my lover and I’m not sharing that how piece of ass.
“This is wrong; we shouldn’t be doing this in a place like this.” He muttered as his hands moved to rest on my neck and shoulder. Even if it was wrong he wasn’t going to do anything to change it. He wanted it regardless of location. Sometimes it was just too easy to get what I wanted.
I pushed him back against the pillows and hovered over him as he licked his lips. His hands moved down my body and began tugging on the waist of my pants, and I knew he was more than willing. “Take these off, baby.” he purred and slid the zipper down slowly almost as if questioning whether or not I actually wanted him to. My pants were pulled down my hips moments later, and it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping his clothes off. As he pulled my pants off I pulled my shirt over my head and moved quickly to get rid of his clothes. Soon he was bare beneath me and threading his calloused fingers through my hair.
I spread his legs before me and licked my lips at the exposed flesh. We had done it so many times that the image was burned into my head, but damn did I enjoy looking at him in person. It was all routine; he moved his legs over my shoulders and tugged my head down by my hair. The fact that anything could have been watching was exhilarating. My tongue flicked out and ran around his entrance expertly as a groan fell from his lips. Every little sound that came from him spurred me on and made me even harder. I began thrusting my tongue in and out painfully slow, and I knew it was driving him insane.
His hips moved forward as he began fucking himself on my tongue. Moans spilled through the room, and if any ghost was in there, or around at all, they were sure to here it and be able to see a show. The sounds he made were enticing and they always had been. The way he would gradually get louder and louder made me smirk and push my tongue in further. The hands in my hair were grasping the locks desperately, and I knew he was close but I wasn’t going to let it end that soon.
“Aoi..” Uruha’s whine made me laugh to myself as I pulled away from him. Fucking him with my tongue wasn’t going to being me to my release. I moved up his body and locked our lips together as his arms wrapped around my neck and brought me down closer. He knew I was trying to draw it out longer than needed. Sex was always more excited if there was a chance of getting caught, and perhaps I wanted to get caught with my dick shoved up Uruha’s ass; how great would that have looked in the media? ‘GazettE guitarists engage in intercourse in haunted mansion’. Sexy. Kai would really have fun trying to explain that to the press.
My lips moved down to his neck as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. God, we had just gotten started and he was already sweating from the anticipation. Pale skin was turned purple as my mouth progressed further down his neck. It was my job to mark my territory and show everyone that Uruha belonged to me. If our careers weren’t on the line I would have just came clean, but it was too risky for the band.
The harsh sucking and gentle kisses were getting on his nerves. He never liked the alteration between the two because they worked sinisterly. It didn’t matter what I did because I’d still have him withering beneath me and moaning like a wanton whore. His lips parted in a silent plea for more and I was more than happy to cater to him.
“Open.” The demand made him tremble with excitement. His mouth opened as my fingers were placed inside. It was always amusing how he sucked on my fingers as if they were my cock instead. His tongue swirled around the digits and he opened his mouth as I began pulling them out. They dripped with his saliva; his eyes never left them, and that’s exactly what I had wanted as I began stroking myself. It would have been so much easier to just spit in my hand.
Uruha’s legs spread wider as I guided my length to his entrance. We were so used to this that no words or further demands were needed. He knew to spread his legs for me, and he knew I liked to hear him when I finally pushed my way in. The loud moan he let out was enough to make me orgasm on the spot. My member slid in and out slowly as he adjusted quickly to the intrusion. He didn’t wait, he didn’t want to wait, for him to get used to it. Uruha always hated waiting for it, and he was sure to get what he wanted at the exact moment he wanted it.
Our hips moved together deliciously as sounds came from both of us. His legs moved from my shoulders and wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer and causing me to slid in further. I could feel every shiver and tremble running through his aroused body, and I made sure I located that spot that would cause him to arch his back and scream for me as loud as he could.
His prostate was easy to find, but with years of experience from fucking him during tours I had began an expert at finding it. I gripped his hips and angled my thrusts just the right way so that I hit it dead on every time. The sounds that rang through the room were perfect; his back arched off the bed and his eyes snapped shut, his bunt nails dug into the skin on my back. Uruha began moving his hips faster, urging me to do the same. He was so desperate for his release; moving his hand down over my chest, he wrapped his hand around his own length and began pumping himself hurriedly.
In moments he was cumming and moaning as I began thrusting into his spent body and before I could even get to my own release, Uruha was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as if he was petrified. Great, of all the times for him to do something like that it just had to be when we were fucking. I was stupid for ever looking up to see what the hell he was looking at, but I thought that maybe it was a spider or something since he was afraid of them. I was wrong, way wrong.
“Aoi, what the fuck is that?” Like I knew! I couldn’t even tell what it was, but I wasn’t going to sit there and find out. Uruha continued looking up as I pulled away from him and hastily got dressed. Stupid Uruha just sat there even though I was trying to force him to put his clothes on so we could get the hell out of that room, but it was like he was in a trance or something because he would no move. Attempting to dress a grown man isn’t as easy it may look, and trust me it took a lot of work. I wasn’t able to finish putting his shirt on before that thing on the ceiling laughed and disappeared. I was only able to get a glimpse of it and I was sure it had no face, so how did it laugh? Why was Uruha so still, and why in the hell couldn’t it have waited for me to fucking cum?
Genre: Comedy, supernatural, smut
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Warnings: sex
Chapter: 2/??
Synopsis: “Do you know what day it is?!” Uruha rolled over and pulled me into his arms. Of course I knew what day it was: My fucking day off!
Comments: This is in Aoi's P.O.V. I wanted to write something for Halloween because I write a story every year for the occassion. Hopefully you guys will like this and I will get the next couple parts up as soon as I can. Let me know what you think. Comments = ♥ ハローウィンおめでとう。 o ( ^ - ^ ) o
Not beta'd. ^^;
The door closed behind us on its own and a laugh echoed through the room. It felt like we were in one of those lame horror movies, and I was just waiting for Uruha to run away like the typical horror movie girl; y’know they run and fall down, then stand up and run, throw off their shoe, fall down again and scream, and then start running and in the process throw off the other shoe. Classic, and it would be nice to see Uruha do that, at least I think so.
“Please tell me you’re not pranking me.” Uruha dug his fingernails into my arm and glared at me. How could I prank him if I had never even stepped foot into that house before? Leave it to Uruha to think I would actually try to scare him on purpose. Of course it would have been amusing to scare the hell out of him and be the one behind it, but I’d never actually do that. Anything that went on in that house wasn’t because of me, and I’ll make that point clear now.
“I’m not clever enough to prank you.” I muttered back and grabbed his hand. I wasn’t going to stand there trembling because of some door closing on its own and some lame laugh; it was probably just the wind or our imaginations, but isn’t that the typical thing to say? I wasn’t going to get scared so soon because there was a whole mansion to look at. Uruha was already scared, and I could tell by the whine that left his lips as I pulled him through the house.
“Why did you bring me here?” I knew he was going to begin complaining at some point, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. My idea of Halloween is scaring the snot out of people and making them scream; Uruha thought Halloween was about doing fun little activities and making kids simile. That doesn’t sound very fun to me. Why make a kid smile if you could make them cry and scream?
“You wanted Halloween Uru. This is what Halloween is all about.” I smirked and dragged him into one of the rooms and closed the door behind us. The room was dark but there was enough light filtering through the windows for me to make out it was a bedroom of some sort.
“That’s not true! I wanted to dress up.” He pouted and plopped down on the bed. A grin made its way to my lips when a sudden idea hit me.
“You can play dress up when we get home.” I purred softly, and before I knew it I was straddling his hips. It was always fun to get him aroused in strange situations because as much as he didn’t want to give in, he always did. That’s the one thing I used to my advantage. Uruha craves to be touched, and even if we were in the middle of a gang fight he’d still pounce on me if I even gave him the impression that I wanted to have sex with him. That little flaw was so useful to me, and sometimes it even helped to calm him down a bit.
A sigh escaped him as my lips trailed down his neck teasingly. I knew just how to get what I wanted from him, and I was going to get it. It was such a strange thing to be doing in a haunted house, but that only made it more exciting. How many people can say they went into a haunted house and banged Uruha? None because he’s my lover and I’m not sharing that how piece of ass.
“This is wrong; we shouldn’t be doing this in a place like this.” He muttered as his hands moved to rest on my neck and shoulder. Even if it was wrong he wasn’t going to do anything to change it. He wanted it regardless of location. Sometimes it was just too easy to get what I wanted.
I pushed him back against the pillows and hovered over him as he licked his lips. His hands moved down my body and began tugging on the waist of my pants, and I knew he was more than willing. “Take these off, baby.” he purred and slid the zipper down slowly almost as if questioning whether or not I actually wanted him to. My pants were pulled down my hips moments later, and it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping his clothes off. As he pulled my pants off I pulled my shirt over my head and moved quickly to get rid of his clothes. Soon he was bare beneath me and threading his calloused fingers through my hair.
I spread his legs before me and licked my lips at the exposed flesh. We had done it so many times that the image was burned into my head, but damn did I enjoy looking at him in person. It was all routine; he moved his legs over my shoulders and tugged my head down by my hair. The fact that anything could have been watching was exhilarating. My tongue flicked out and ran around his entrance expertly as a groan fell from his lips. Every little sound that came from him spurred me on and made me even harder. I began thrusting my tongue in and out painfully slow, and I knew it was driving him insane.
His hips moved forward as he began fucking himself on my tongue. Moans spilled through the room, and if any ghost was in there, or around at all, they were sure to here it and be able to see a show. The sounds he made were enticing and they always had been. The way he would gradually get louder and louder made me smirk and push my tongue in further. The hands in my hair were grasping the locks desperately, and I knew he was close but I wasn’t going to let it end that soon.
“Aoi..” Uruha’s whine made me laugh to myself as I pulled away from him. Fucking him with my tongue wasn’t going to being me to my release. I moved up his body and locked our lips together as his arms wrapped around my neck and brought me down closer. He knew I was trying to draw it out longer than needed. Sex was always more excited if there was a chance of getting caught, and perhaps I wanted to get caught with my dick shoved up Uruha’s ass; how great would that have looked in the media? ‘GazettE guitarists engage in intercourse in haunted mansion’. Sexy. Kai would really have fun trying to explain that to the press.
My lips moved down to his neck as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. God, we had just gotten started and he was already sweating from the anticipation. Pale skin was turned purple as my mouth progressed further down his neck. It was my job to mark my territory and show everyone that Uruha belonged to me. If our careers weren’t on the line I would have just came clean, but it was too risky for the band.
The harsh sucking and gentle kisses were getting on his nerves. He never liked the alteration between the two because they worked sinisterly. It didn’t matter what I did because I’d still have him withering beneath me and moaning like a wanton whore. His lips parted in a silent plea for more and I was more than happy to cater to him.
“Open.” The demand made him tremble with excitement. His mouth opened as my fingers were placed inside. It was always amusing how he sucked on my fingers as if they were my cock instead. His tongue swirled around the digits and he opened his mouth as I began pulling them out. They dripped with his saliva; his eyes never left them, and that’s exactly what I had wanted as I began stroking myself. It would have been so much easier to just spit in my hand.
Uruha’s legs spread wider as I guided my length to his entrance. We were so used to this that no words or further demands were needed. He knew to spread his legs for me, and he knew I liked to hear him when I finally pushed my way in. The loud moan he let out was enough to make me orgasm on the spot. My member slid in and out slowly as he adjusted quickly to the intrusion. He didn’t wait, he didn’t want to wait, for him to get used to it. Uruha always hated waiting for it, and he was sure to get what he wanted at the exact moment he wanted it.
Our hips moved together deliciously as sounds came from both of us. His legs moved from my shoulders and wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer and causing me to slid in further. I could feel every shiver and tremble running through his aroused body, and I made sure I located that spot that would cause him to arch his back and scream for me as loud as he could.
His prostate was easy to find, but with years of experience from fucking him during tours I had began an expert at finding it. I gripped his hips and angled my thrusts just the right way so that I hit it dead on every time. The sounds that rang through the room were perfect; his back arched off the bed and his eyes snapped shut, his bunt nails dug into the skin on my back. Uruha began moving his hips faster, urging me to do the same. He was so desperate for his release; moving his hand down over my chest, he wrapped his hand around his own length and began pumping himself hurriedly.
In moments he was cumming and moaning as I began thrusting into his spent body and before I could even get to my own release, Uruha was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as if he was petrified. Great, of all the times for him to do something like that it just had to be when we were fucking. I was stupid for ever looking up to see what the hell he was looking at, but I thought that maybe it was a spider or something since he was afraid of them. I was wrong, way wrong.
“Aoi, what the fuck is that?” Like I knew! I couldn’t even tell what it was, but I wasn’t going to sit there and find out. Uruha continued looking up as I pulled away from him and hastily got dressed. Stupid Uruha just sat there even though I was trying to force him to put his clothes on so we could get the hell out of that room, but it was like he was in a trance or something because he would no move. Attempting to dress a grown man isn’t as easy it may look, and trust me it took a lot of work. I wasn’t able to finish putting his shirt on before that thing on the ceiling laughed and disappeared. I was only able to get a glimpse of it and I was sure it had no face, so how did it laugh? Why was Uruha so still, and why in the hell couldn’t it have waited for me to fucking cum?