Burnt Promises, UruhaxAoi, [ONESHOT]
Title: Burnt Promises
Author: losseflame
Chapters: ONESHOT
Genre: Romance, Drama
Warnings: Um...not quite smut but there's kissing! And nail-digging! And teasing!XDD
Rating: PG-15
Pairings/Characters: UruhaxAoi
Synopsis: They’re not so much kissing as feeding off each other, fingers twisting into hair and mouths bruising.
Comments: This is general creative regurgitation. Written for 1337_lurker and her ultimate OTP. Her favourite couple may have just been butchered by me, so I need feedback. [tries to ask nicely but fails epically.] And it's so EWWWW. It was so much better in my head. Like, really, SO MUCH BETTER. Agea tegt aoigtehaighvso;ahgtioe. That is all.
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Burning, Aoi reflects, is a funny thing. You hardly notice the fire is so close until the heat has engulfed you and you don’t know what to do, helpless against the brute force of it all. And then you pull back, sporting fresh burns, and you promise not to let yourself get burned again.
Promises, of course, being a relative subject.
Uruha’s fingers brush along his back-god, did he swallow the sun? Simply absorb it? That would explain the fire that spreads from his fingertips, licking over his skin-and Aoi gasps, throwing his head back and fighting to breathe because Uruha’s right there. He’s so close, his breath is Aoi’s, and his body is pressing into Aoi’s, and there’s no space. Not that they need it- want it- bare and exposed as they are.
They shouldn’t be here, with each other, alone, it was mutual, but they are, and Aoi knows that he’ll either regret it immensely or enjoy it quite a lot.
Perhaps both.
Uruha sighs and nuzzles him before tugging the ends of Aoi’s hair, guiding him for a kiss. His mouth is over Aoi’s and there’s pressure and Aoi opens his mouth, digging his nails into Uruha’s back at the heatof it all. They’re not so much kissing as feeding off each other, fingers twisting into hair and mouths bruising. The light and heat and fire Uruha gives off are flooding into Aoi, and he arches his back into it.
Cause it’s been so long and he missed it more than he should.
Uruha’s hands are everywhere, spreading the fire until Aoi’s toes are curling and he thinks he’ll scream. Aoi digs his nails in Uruha’s back again- a very clear don’t fucking tease me, you asshole-and Uruha laughs.
Aoi bites his neck, hard, disliking the instant submissiveness Uruha hardly has to work for. That he didn’t have to work for before, either. Aoi decides that no matter how much the fire makes him want to forget and just feel, Aoi will not be blushing and submissive like the last time they tried this. That led to their ultimate disaster. And if this is happening again, they were doing it Aoi’s way this time.
Uruha laughs again before groaning as Aoi bites him again. Uruha pants, and there is a silent agreement, and Aoi smiles grimly.
It’s a jilted, imperfect dance, because they’re not nearly as gorgeous naked as their rabid fans might think and they don’t quite fit together, too many angles and sharp planes to fit like puzzle pieces. They hardly care. They’re most beautiful together, two people trying to be a pair.
And the fire consumes them both, and there’s no room for thought because the heat expands and pushes everything but the feel of things away. Uruha brushes away the hair from Aoi’s face and collapses on top of him.
Aoi pushes him off to the side and snuggles into the blankets, turning on his side.
“I thought we broke up.”
Uruha smiles sleepily, facing him on his side.
“We did. That was an invitation to a second first date on Friday.” Aoi snorts in a delicate manner.
“You’re very eloquent with words.” Uruha closes his eyes, and Aoi does the same. A thought occurs. “Don’t hog all the blankets.”
“Mm.”
Aoi’s slipping over the edge of unconsciousness.
“Uruha?”
“Mm?”
“We still need to talk about this.”
“Tomorrow. Now shut up and sleep.”
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A/N: Me+ anything remotely smutty= FAIL! This was so much better in my head. Ack. Ew. I’m going to go die of blushing and fail now. Toodles~♥!