Heart of the Fox ~ 4/? ~ [Reita&Uruha]
Title: Heart of the Fox
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Humour
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: Reita&Uruha (Akira&Uruha)
Synopsis: Things in this world are never as they seem and, sometimes, we have to learn that lesson the hard way. Just when you think you know everything, life can throw you the most shocking of curveballs.
Warnings: Use of real names, Profanity, Explicit Sexual Content
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the plot.
Comments: At the bottom, darlings <3
(Previous Chapter)
Akira stood at the bar; glass in one hand and a cloth in the other, absentmindedly cleaning the glass. As he cleaned he thought; over the past few days, he’d not really made any progress with Uruha. Yutaka had asked him to take a few days off just to make sure that Uruha was ok after his little incident outside the bar a few nights ago. Akira had gladly agreed once the young brunet had stated how worried he was about his elder brother’s well-being. Akira didn’t really see why he should, all Uruha wanted to do was kill him, after all. But, whatever floated his boat.
After seeing Yutaka and hearing his side of the story Akira had decided that he would try his best to try and pry the raven’s thoughts out of that well-guarded mind but it was proving to be an incredibly difficult feat. The blond had attempted to draw the kitsune into conversations but Uruha was incredibly perceptive and was able to avoid the subject every time and when Akira had tried to directly bring up what Yutaka had told him Uruha had snapped, grabbing him by the collar and flinging him into the edge of the kitchen counter. Akira still had a rather nasty looking bruise on his hip from where his flesh had made contact with the hard surface. Clearly he was going to have to think of a new approach.
“Hey, Akira,” The blond was snapped out of his thoughts by a singsong voice and a hand being waved in front of his face. He hadn’t realized he’d slipped off into his own little dreamland again. Man, Uruha really needed to stop occupying so much space in his mind. He already had enough to worry about at work without that raven vixen pushing his way in and setting up residence.
“Huh?” He blinked and looked across the bar to see a brilliant smile shining at him from underneath a mop of nearly over-styled pink and black hair. “Oh, hi Yuu,” he greeted with a warm smile of his own. Akira figured his friend must have closed up shop earlier than usual so he would stop by and have a drink. Possibly even ask the bartender out on a date for what seemed like the billionth time; and probably wasn’t far off it.
“Are you ok, man? I’ve been chatting to a friend and I watched you clean that glass for almost fifteen minutes straight,” Yuu chuckled and rested his elbows on the counter of the bar, cupping his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at Akira intently.
“Oh, yeah,” Akira turned around with a shrug and put the over-clean glass away before turning back to face Yuu. “I’m fine. The usual?”
Yuu nodded, indicating to the blond he’d be having his usual Bloody Mary. The fuchsia-haired man watched the blond work quickly in preparing his drink and thanked him when the glass was placed in front of him. Taking a sip, Yuu leaned in as if he were about to utter something top secret to the blond bartender, “You know, I don’t think you are ok. Why would you stand there staring into space while looking incredibly contemplative if there was nothing wrong?”
It was just like Yuu to be able to see right through his façade. Yuu knew when he was lying, just like Yutaka did. But instead of yielding to Yuu’s suddenly serious attitude, Akira glanced at the older man with a smirk, “Look at you, using big boy words like contemplative.”
“Shut up,” Yuu quipped, switching over to his adult-mode. “And don’t try to avoid my question by using sarcasm, because it’s not going to work,” Yuu pointed an accusatory finger at the blond bartender. “You should know me better than that.”
Akira sighed. Yuu had a point; the elder man had a reputation for being persistent and Akira shouldn’t have been surprised, what with how eagerly Yuu continued to pursue him. With another heavy sigh Akira picked up a new glass and began working on it with the dishcloth, “It’s nothing you can really help with, I don’t think… It’s just about Yutaka’s brother. I’m trying to sort out the beef between them and he’s really not being very co-operative at all. Whenever I try to discretely bring up their past he just avoids it and deters the conversation to something else,” Akira heaved a shrug which was accompanied with a sigh. He continued to ramble without really registering what was coming out of his mouth. “And then when I tried bringing it up with him directly he flung me into the fucking countertop. I-”
“He fucking what?!” Yuu jumped up out of his seat looking as if he was ready to murder someone; Uruha most likely. “Where is this kid? I’ll fuck his shit up!”
Akira had to chuckle at the prospect of Yuu calling Uruha a kid seeing as Uruha was over five hundred years old. But he thought it’d be best to calm his friend down because a few of the patrons in the bar had begun to glance their way; Yuu was being very loud and insistent. “Calm down, Yuu. I’m fine, really. It’s just a bit of a tender bruise. Nothing serious.”
The look on Yuu’s face made it seem like he was about to leap over the bar counter and perform a full body inspection just to make sure Akira hadn’t been harmed in any other way; but was able to restrain himself as he took a seat again and sipped from his drink. “If I ever meet that arsehole, I swear to god I’m going to put my foot so far up his arse he won’t be able to sit for a whole month. Seriously, first he barges into your apartment and sets up camp there, then he throws you around like a fuckin rag doll just because you’re trying to sort out his shit, “Yuu shook his head and Akira could tell that he was really irritated. It wasn’t often that Yuu got really angry, but at that particular point in time he was really pissed. “You really shouldn’t be getting so involved in this guy; I get a funny feeling about him.”
Akira couldn’t help but scoff a little, much to Yuu’s obvious displeasure. “How can you get a funny feeling about him? You’ve never even met the dude.”
“Yeah, well I don’t need to,” Yuu defended himself with a pout on his full lips, switching modes yet again and becoming something resemblant of a sulking child who’d had their favourite toy taken off them. “Just from what you’ve told me he sounds like an utter arsehat.”
Akira chuckled and replied in a sarcastic voice, “Right, I’d really like to see you meet him…” Akira trailed off at the thought of Yuu actually meeting Uruha. How would that even go down? Yuu already seemed to have a strong dislike for the kitsune. But why wouldn’t he when the blond had mentioned that Uruha had thrown him into a counter.
Akira and Yuu continued chatting, passing casual banter between them. But Akira couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the raven haired vixen residing in his apartment. What was Uruha doing? There wasn’t a wide variety of things to do in his apartment, so how would the fox be keeping himself occupied? Hopefully not totally trashing his apartment in out of spite because Akita had his star ball. As he thought about that possibility he decided it was very un-Uruha-like; he assumed that if the fox wanted to piss him off he’s come up with a better idea than just making a mess of his apartment. Akira shook his head in an attempt to banish the kitsune from his mind; he had work to do.
* * *
By the time Akira finished work it was around four in the morning and he slowly clambered tiredly into his car to make his way home for a well-earned rest. It’d been a pretty busy night; begin a Saturday the bar was fuller than it usually was on weeknights which meant Akira needed to be on his toes for most of the night, especially when people got some alcohol into them and they went a bit silly. There was always an idiot or two who decided that they wanted to try a table dance or something stupid like that. At time like that the blond bartender was just lucky he hadn’t taken up a job as a bouncer. He wouldn’t want to deal with all of that shit He had to put up with enough just being behind the bar.
Akira drove the ten to fifteen minute drive home and hauled his dead tired legs up the few flights of stairs to his apartment. Stepping inside and locking the door behind himself he found that almost every light in the house was on. What Uruha trying to do? Run up his electricity bill or something? He swore he was going to end up killing that damn fox. With a disapproving grunt, Akira threw his car keys into the small glass bowl on the little table next to the door.
“Uruha?” He called out into his apartment. Wandering down the short hallway, switching off lights as he went, Akira found that the light to the bathroom was on and the door was left slightly ajar. Frowning, Akira rolled his eyes and entered his bedroom and began changing.
After the blond had slipped into a pair of loose fitting pyjama pants and a white singlet, he poked his head of the door and eyed the bathroom. What the hell was Uruha doing in there, anyway? Will an annoyed roll of his eyes, Akira exited his bedroom to investigate what the kitsune was doing.
“Uruha, what are you doing?” He called out, receiving no answer yet again. Ok, that was strange. Usually Uruha would have replied, he always liked to make sure his presence was known to Akira. Reaching the bathroom door Akira pushed it open and took a step inside, “Uruh-”
Akira froze.
There on the ground in front of him, partially hidden by a white bath towel, was a raven coloured fox. It clearly wasn’t moving and Akira’s heart leapt into his throat as he rushed forward and crouched down next to the creature. He couldn’t see any sign of blood and luckily he could see that Uruha was in fact breathing; Akira decided that he was just unconscious. But what had caused it? Why had Uruha reverted back to his original form? Should he call Yutaka? No, that’d only send him into a panic which wouldn’t help Akira’s situation at all.
“Uruha?” Akira called out quietly as he cautiously reached forward and placed his hand on the side of the kitsune’s body. Uruha’s soft black fur felt like silk under his fingertips and Akira recalled that it was exactly the way his hair felt as well. The blond bartender relished in the feeling for only a short moment before he snapped back to reality. This wasn’t the time to be admiring Uruha’s fur; this was the time to be worrying about what had actually happened to the raven. Akira shook Uruha’s body lightly, trying to rouse him without completely alarming him. “Uruha… Oi, Uruha wake up.”
When he still received no indication that the fox would regain consciousness Akira remove the towel and scooped the creature up into his arms. Careful not to stir the sleeping kitsune, Akira gingerly placed Uruha down on his futon and pulled the covers up over him, making sure that the pillow was positioned comfortably under his head. The blond figured that there was nothing he could really do until Uruha regained consciousness, but he’d decided that he’d call Yutaka later in the morning if the kitsune wasn’t back to normal.
The blond sat and watched Uruha for what seemed like forever; he felt like if he took his eyes off the fox for even a fraction of a moment something terrible might happen. Slowly the minutes ticked by, eventually turning into hours and Akira was seriously contemplating picking up the phone and getting Yutaka over there quick smart. He knew it’d probably send his brunet friend into a frenzy but he felt like he was really starting to run out of options. Nothing was able to wake Uruha up. But just he was about to stand up and locate his phone, a quiet whine came from the sleeping creature.
Akira’s eyes widened as he settled down beside the fox and softly petted its fluffy ears as they twitched ever so slightly. “Hey,” the blond breathed as the fox’s nose wiggled a little. If Uruha weren’t such and arse sometimes Akira would think he looked cute in his fox form, though he’d never admit that aloud.
Akira watched as the air around Uruha’s black fur began to waver and shimmer slightly and when the hair all over his body began to shrink the blond guessed he must’ve been shifting back into his human form. The bartender sat by and watched as Uruha’s body slowly began to retake the shape of a human’s, a naked human’s at that. It was an amazing thing to watch, Akira thought. Even though he’d only ever seen Uruha transform twice he thought he could never get tired of watching the transfixing sight. Soon the last of Uruha’s black fur was gone and in its place was the raven Akira knew all too well. Except he looked just a little more fragile than he had before as he curled against the blond’s futon with his knees tucked up to his chest, arms wrapped securely around himself. He was shuddering ever so slightly and his eyes remained closed.
“Uruha…” Akira cautiously reached a hand out to brush fingertips along the raven’s shoulder and instantly Uruha jerked away from the gentle touch as his emerald coloured eyes snapped open and focussed on Akira. For a moment there was no recognition in those orbs, just what appeared to be fright. The thought of Uruha actually being afraid made Akira frown slightly and hold back from touching the kitsune. “It’s alright, Uruha,” he tried to reassure in a gentle voice. “It’s only me… It’s Akira.”
Slowly, the raven’s eyes seemed to clear and soften as he looked at Akira; eyelids then beginning to droop. The tension that’d built in Uruha’s shoulders left as he slumped a little against the fabric of the futon. His eyes fluttered shut in an exhausted manner and for fear that he may pass out again, Akira reached out a hand again and put it over Uruha’s arm. “Hey. Stay with me, alright?” He urged, not wanting to seem too forceful. “Stay awake; I don’t want you drifting off on me again.”
Uruha’s eyes reopened again, darting down to look at the hand clasping his forearm loosely before refocussing on Akira’s face. The raven’s breath seemed almost laboured, as if he really was incredibly exhausted. So, carefully, he reached down and lifted Uruha’s bare ankles off the edge of the sheet so he could bring it up and place it over the kitsune’s slightly shivering frame. The blond settle down next to Uruha, who was still eyeing him curiously, and sighed; he really hated to push, but he needed answers. “Can you tell me what happened, Uruha?”
Uruha seemed to be giving himself a few moments to regain his ability to speak as he swallowed a few times and wetted his lips with a dart of his tongue. Akira patiently waited and a minute or two later Uruha’s voice sounded, far weaker than it normal was. “I… was too far away from my star ball,” he explained in almost a pained whisper.
Akira’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”
Uruha shut his eyes for a moment and Akira was almost worried he wasn’t going to open them again, but sure enough in the next moment those deep emerald pools stared at him again. “A kitsune can never be too far away from its star ball. If it is it could die. Luckily…” the raven paused and scrunched his face up slightly before relaxing again. “Luckily you don’t work too far away. That’s why I didn’t mention it, I thought I’d be ok.”
Suddenly Akira felt like the worst human being on earth. He should’ve known something like that might happen. Of course, he couldn’t have known because Uruha had never mentioned it but there were so many little details about kitsunes that he should’ve at lease suspected something. The blond’s eyebrows drew together almost pitifully, “I’m sorry.”
Uruha’s lip curled mocking and he ‘tsh’ed, “Don’t apologize, you idiot. See, that’s the weakness I can’t stand. You’re such a stupid push-over.”
Akira couldn’t help but laugh a little; even in his drowsy state Uruha still managed to be the snarky fox he always was. The bartender would be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of that side of the kitsune; though that was another thing he’d never admit to. However his smile faded as he watched Uruha shift a little and grimace. “Are you in pain?” Akira asked, shuffling a little closer, ready to inspect the kitsune for injuries though he imagined the raven wouldn’t be too happy with that.
Uruha grumbled a little, “I think I just landed funny before.” Akira watched Uruha’s hand underneath the blanket as it rubbed over his side, probably where he was hurting. “My stupid body picked the most inconvenient moment to give out on me. I was just about to get in the shower and I’m pretty sure that I wacked my side on the basin as I went down.”
“…Do you mind if I take a look?” Akira wondered cautiously and hurried to explain himself when the kitsune shot him an odd look. “You and I both know that Yutaka would have a fit if he found out you’d collapsed and hurt yourself. So you can either deal with my quick once-over or Yutaka’s constant nagging,” Akira deduced.
Uruha scrunched his nose up, “…I’d rather not deal with that nuisance… Go ahead.”
Akira pursed his lips at Uruha’s little insult to his best friend, but elected to ignore it. There was no need to start any unnecessary conflict at the moment. Shuffling closer so that his knees almost Uruha’s own bent ones, Akira slowly reached for the covers as if he were afraid that the kitsune would suddenly decide to bite his hand off. When Uruha provided no resistance, the blond grasped the sheet and pulled it down so that it lay loosely over the raven’s slender hips. Akira had to admit that Uruha did have a very nice body. He was all lean muscle and sharp curves, which were very enticing qualities for the bartender. But he knew he had to refrain from touching Uruha like that. One, because it would only give the raven an excuse to pursue him more and two, because Yutaka would probably kill him… as would Yuu once he thought about it.
Drawing his eyes away from Uruha’s sharp hipbones, the blond shifted his gaze to the raven’s side where his hand still rested, blocking the abused area from Akira’s line of vision. Carefully, the blond took ahold of Uruha’s wrist and drew it away so he could see the skin underneath. The raven’s hand flopped lifelessly to the floor when Akira let it go and he found it strange how compliant Uruha was being, but he didn’t bother to question it. He figured that maybe the kitsune was just too tired to fight back or offer any kind of resistance.
Akira swallowed when he saw that the skin over Uruha’s ribs was a nice deep blue colour. “Wow, you really got yourself good, foxy,” Akira mused as he lightly touched the skin with his fingertips, feeling Uruha jerk away and hiss.
“Well don’t poke it, moron!” Uruha growled, though there wasn’t really much behind his attempt to probably be intimidating. “Besides, are you almost done checking me out? If you keep touching me I might get a boner and that won’t be good for either of us.”
Akira chuckled. Leave it up to Uruha to say something totally inappropriate like that. “Yeah, I’m done,” Akira stated, ignoring the fox’s boner comment as he pulled the sheet back up and placed it over the tempting raven. Akira thought that if he kept looking at Uruha he might end up in a similar situation which definitely wouldn’t be good for his whole ‘no sex with Uruha’ thing, which was a rule he’d set for himself after he’d discovered he definitely was sexually attracted to him. Drawing his mind away from the topic of fucking Uruha, Akira sat back and said, “Do you want me to get you anything?”
The fox shot him a suspicious glance, “Why’re you being so nice to me? Usually you don’t really care to make sure I’m comfortable and all that kind of shit.”
Akira supposed he had a point, but the blond felt bad. Because he hadn’t been there, Uruha could’ve died and he knew that Yutaka would definitely kill him if that’d happened. He knew that no matter what Uruha did Yutaka would always consider him his brother. The brunet was just too nice to ever really hold a grudge. With a sigh the blond replied to Uruha’s question, “Because I want you to be comfortable here. I may have to be an arsehole and keep ahold of your star ball, but you shouldn’t be in any unnecessary danger… I really wish you’d told me about what’d happen if I went too far away. This whole situation could’ve been avoided, you know,” Akira added quietly.
Uruha cast his eyes down, almost as if he were ashamed that he hadn’t mentioned that small little detail to Akira. The blond was slightly taken aback. That wasn’t like Uruha at all. That submissiveness. It was baffling and Akira couldn’t help but feel a small twinge in his gut as he watched the kitsune roll over onto his side so that his back faced Akira, mumbling that he was tired and wanted to sleep. This was a whole new side to Uruha that Akira had never seen before. He almost seemed weak and the bartender wasn’t surprised; it was terrifying how close Uruha had actually come to death that night. It was astonishing to him that his best friend’s brother could’ve died because of his stupid ignorance. The blond’s gut churned at the very thought. He’d never been responsible for anyone’s life before, he’d never held such power. If he really wanted he could kill Uruha at any moment; all he had to day was crush the kitsune’s star ball and that’d be the end of everything. But he could never ever be that cruel.
With slightly pinched lips Akira shuffled a little closer, “Do you… do you mind if I stay here tonight? Sleeping on the lounge room floor isn’t really doing wonders for my back.” When he didn’t get a response from the raven he continued to blabber on in a rush, “Plus, I really haven’t got time to pull out the spare futon seeing as it’s so early in the morning and I feel like I’m about to collapse from exhaustion. I promise I won’t-”
“Just shut up,” Uruha snapped, stopping Akira mid-ramble. The raven rolled over onto his back again and shot Akira an irritated look as he lifted his arm slightly. “Get under here.”
Akira was slightly taken aback by Uruha’s willing invitation but nevertheless, he peeled off his jacket and slipped under the sheet. He had to focus incredibly hard on not touching any part of Uruha as he lay down beside the kitsune. Akira was hyperaware that Uruha was still very much naked under those covers and he had to make sure that his mind didn’t wander. The blond’s body tensed when he felt a hand slide over his abdomen and slip under his shirt, rubbing lazy circles against his happy trail.
“Uruha…”Akira mumbled as he felt one of the raven’s smooth legs glide over his own. “What are you doing? This is no time for your games. I-”
“Oh, shush,” the raven breathed against the skin of his neck, making Akira tense ever more, and he surprised the blond when he nuzzled closer. “Just relax. I’m only getting comfortable, I’m not trying anything. Believe it or not, foxes can be very affectionate creatures and I happen to like cuddling. Besides, it’s not often I get the chance to...”
Akira swallowed heavily and tried to best to relax just like Uruha had said. He could feel his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage as if it were trying to break free so it wouldn’t have to deal with having such a beautiful creature so close to it. Cautiously, the bartender slid his hand underneath the raven and curled it against his back. It felt odd, Akira thought. To have Uruha so close but not have the kitsune trying to molest him or harm him in any kind of way. Akira almost thought, while Uruha was in such a mellow state, about poking around in sensitive topics of discussion like what Uruha’s side of the entire story was or why he loathed Yutaka so intensely, even though he already knew; but that was only from Yutaka’s point of view. However he deduced that asking such questions may be pushing it a little. So instead he settled for shifting a little, pulling Uruha against himself and lightly pushing his nose into the raven’s mop of ebony coloured hair. Drowsiness began to quickly take over Akira’s mind. Because of the situation he’d come home to he’d forgotten how tired he really was. Hence his breathing began to even out and his eyelids drooped, sleep eventually completely took over.
* * *
Feather-light touches running up and down his chest roused Akira from his deep sleep. He felt fully rested and yet he still didn’t want to open his eyes. And so he remained still, enjoying the blissful strokes against his chest. However the bartender couldn’t help but frown when that touch strayed south, running lightly along the waistline of his pants which hung low on his hips. In the next moment, Akira’s eyes snapped open as the touch slipped into his pants and lanky fingers closed around his cock, which he hadn’t realized was hard until that moment. As his eyes opened fully, Akira coming face to face with the smirk of a very devious looking kitsune. Uruha stared down at him, a predatory look in the raven’s eyes as his hand glided over Akira erection, pulling a soft groan from the blond.
“Well good morning, there,” The raven teased as he leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue over Akira’s top lip before placing a light peck at the corner of his mouth. “I must say, I was surprised to feel this little gem against my hip when I woke up.” Uruha accentuated his statement with a small squeeze to Akira’s cock, making the blond’s head fall back and his hips push up.
“Uruha…” Akira whispered, afraid that if he opened his mouth too far he may not be able to contain his moans. He wasn’t going to lie, Uruha’s hand on his aching erection felt so good. It’d been ages since he’d last felt another man’s touch and the sensation of a hand that wasn’t his own gliding over his dick, rubbing just under the head, squeezing just enough to help the precome bead at the slit felt absolutely amazing. Akira really didn’t know how much longer he’d last; it almost seemed like Uruha knew exactly what to do to make him writhe and have him coming in no time at all. Akira gazed up through his eyelashes and made eye contact with the raven, the look in the devious vixen’s emerald coloured orbs made the bartender give up all control. Rolling his eyes back, he didn’t bother holding in a groan as he pushed his hips up again, meeting Uruha on the downstroke.
“That’s it,” Uruha whispered against the corner of his mouth. “Don’t fight me. Just give in.”
The sound of the kitsune’s velvety voice in Akira’s eardrums drove him further. “Oh god…” Akira groaned, starting to rhythmically thrust his hips upwards; fucking himself into Uruha’s hand. Everything felt so heavenly; the raven’s tongue dipping into the crease of his lips to ease them open to begin a dance with his own slick muscle, Uruha’s hand moving over his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The blond’s hand latched onto the kitsune’s bare shoulder as his thumb brushed over the slit of Akira’s cock and then moved down to tease the sensitive nerves just underneath the corona. “Ah!” Akira cried, breaking their sloppy kiss as his eyes snapped open to focus on Uruha and his back arched. “Oh yeah, right there…! Right there…” That spot just under the head had always been one of the places he was most sensitive.
“Yeah?” Uruha gave a small grin. “There? Like this?” He asked needlessly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the same spot, drawing hoarse moans and grunts from Akira’s rapidly fluctuating chest. “You like that?” The kitsune growled in an animalistic manor as he kept his thumb on the same spot and quickly jerked the blond’s shaft.
“Oh, fuck!” Akira cried as his back arched and he came into Uruha’s hand, a few drops also landing on his own abdomen which he now noticed was on display after Uruha must’ve undone his shirt. The raven panted against the corner of his mouth before growling and then letting out what could almost be considered a soft mewl, shuddering slightly. It was then Akira realized that Uruha must’ve been stroking his own dick while the raven was jerking him off, getting off on watching Akira writhe and moan.
The blond slumped back onto the futon underneath him as he watched Uruha rise up to lean on his elbow and lift the hand he’d just been using to jerk Akira to his mouth, licking off every drop of the blond’s come. Groaning, the bartender thought that if he hadn’t just come he’d probably be hard again. Uruha was just too tempting, he couldn’t have resisted any longer even if he’d wanted to and now that he’d had a taste of what the kitsune could do he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to resist again; which could be very, very dangerous.
“You’re so hot,” Uruha mumbled, capturing Akira’s glistening lips in a heated kiss. “I just couldn’t resist touching you when you woke me up with such a nice surprise.”
Akira grunted, still recovering from possibly one of the best orgasms he’d ever had… and it’d only been a handjob! “Don’t get used to it,” the blond grumbled after he’d caught his breath. Reopening his eyes he looked up at the raven vixen who was smirking down at him. “It’s not gonna happen again.”
Uruha chuckled and kissed him again, “Yeah, right. Let’s see how long that las-”
The raven was cut off by a sharp knocking coming from the front door which caught Akira’s attention and made him frown. Glancing at the clock he saw the red digits reading just past midday. Surely that couldn’t be Yutaka… the brunet probably wouldn’t be awake for another few hours. Akira knew for a fact that his best friend loved his sleep more than anything else. Aoi had no idea where he lived, so there was no way it could be him. The only other thing he could think of would maybe be his landlord… but he’d only just paid the rent last week.
Uruha’s curious gaze followed him as he stood up and re-buttoned his pants and did up his shirt. In an attempt to flatten his bed-mussed hair, Akira ran his fingers through his dyed blond locks but soon gave up when he realized that he’d need to take a shower in order to get rid of this bed hair. Not once did the knocking let up and Uruha stood up as well, quickly picking up a pair of Akira’s sweat pants that were lying on the ground, slipping them on as he trailed after the blond who exited the bedroom, journeying towards the source of their disruption. Akira reached the door, Uruha leaning against the archway that lead into the hallway where he could observe who was so furiously knocking. The bartender grumbled under his breath as he opened the door.
“What took you so goddamn long?!” Bellowed a voice Akira absolutely didn’t know. He had to jump out of the way as a figure strode into his apartment. It was a man Akira had never seen before in his life but he looked like the kind of guy who would go to a gay bar wearing sparkly spandex pants and a leopard print shirt. The short man had bleached blond hair with dark roots coming through; he wore a tailored red velvet suit with gold chains and his lips were covered in bright red lipstick; over his shoulder he carried a large gold handbag.
“Um…” Akira started as he stared wide eyed at the man standing in his doorway. “Who are you…?”
The flamboyant blond man opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a small bark which came from… his handbag? In the next moment a small head popped out of the gold atrocity which was then followed by a loud shriek. Akira’s head whipped around and he watched as Uruha darted away from the hallway, leaping over the couch and jumping up onto the dining table situated on the other side of the room.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Uruha yelled, shifting backwards on the table as a small brown dog jumped out of the man’s gold handbag and trotted in his direction. Akira watched as Uruha’s ears rapidly appeared through the tuft of black on top of his head, flattening defensively, and his seven tails popped out from the back of his sweatpants, whipping from side to side. “And why the fuck did you bring that thing here?!”
“Don’t call Koron a thing, Uruha,” snapped the bleached blond in a offended voice as he bent down and picked up the dog which had skipped back over to its master. “You know very well that he’s my pet.”
“Will you tell me what the hell is going on!?” Akira suddenly bellowed. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my goddamn apartment?” He jabbed a finger at the unknown man before turning to Uruha who’s eyes were still wide and focussed on the dog in his ‘friend’s’ arms. “And why the hell are you acting all skittish? And will you please get off my table? I have to eat dinner on that, you know.”
Uruha reluctantly took his eyes away from the newly arrived man and looked straight at Akira, a troubled frown marring his usually flawless face. The kitsune sighed and his ears lay flat against his head, suggesting he was angry, upset or defeated; possibly a combination of all of them. “Akira… this is Ruki… he’s my cousin.”
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A/N: I AM ON A ROLL!!!! Holy fuck! My brain must be making up for being dead for so long. 2 new chapter in 2 days. I'm SO proud of myself :') I really, really, really hope this cooperation continues because I love having my writing mojo back. It makes me feel so good.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy some foxy lovin'. We got to see a completely different side to Uru in this chappie, I hope it wasn't too sudden >.< I just felt like I had to soften his edge a bit. I mean, it's been 4 chapters. Well, yes. Enjoy and thank you for reading and commenting <3 <3
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: AU, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Humour
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: Reita&Uruha (Akira&Uruha)
Synopsis: Things in this world are never as they seem and, sometimes, we have to learn that lesson the hard way. Just when you think you know everything, life can throw you the most shocking of curveballs.
Warnings: Use of real names, Profanity, Explicit Sexual Content
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the plot.
Comments: At the bottom, darlings <3
(Previous Chapter)
Akira stood at the bar; glass in one hand and a cloth in the other, absentmindedly cleaning the glass. As he cleaned he thought; over the past few days, he’d not really made any progress with Uruha. Yutaka had asked him to take a few days off just to make sure that Uruha was ok after his little incident outside the bar a few nights ago. Akira had gladly agreed once the young brunet had stated how worried he was about his elder brother’s well-being. Akira didn’t really see why he should, all Uruha wanted to do was kill him, after all. But, whatever floated his boat.
After seeing Yutaka and hearing his side of the story Akira had decided that he would try his best to try and pry the raven’s thoughts out of that well-guarded mind but it was proving to be an incredibly difficult feat. The blond had attempted to draw the kitsune into conversations but Uruha was incredibly perceptive and was able to avoid the subject every time and when Akira had tried to directly bring up what Yutaka had told him Uruha had snapped, grabbing him by the collar and flinging him into the edge of the kitchen counter. Akira still had a rather nasty looking bruise on his hip from where his flesh had made contact with the hard surface. Clearly he was going to have to think of a new approach.
“Hey, Akira,” The blond was snapped out of his thoughts by a singsong voice and a hand being waved in front of his face. He hadn’t realized he’d slipped off into his own little dreamland again. Man, Uruha really needed to stop occupying so much space in his mind. He already had enough to worry about at work without that raven vixen pushing his way in and setting up residence.
“Huh?” He blinked and looked across the bar to see a brilliant smile shining at him from underneath a mop of nearly over-styled pink and black hair. “Oh, hi Yuu,” he greeted with a warm smile of his own. Akira figured his friend must have closed up shop earlier than usual so he would stop by and have a drink. Possibly even ask the bartender out on a date for what seemed like the billionth time; and probably wasn’t far off it.
“Are you ok, man? I’ve been chatting to a friend and I watched you clean that glass for almost fifteen minutes straight,” Yuu chuckled and rested his elbows on the counter of the bar, cupping his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at Akira intently.
“Oh, yeah,” Akira turned around with a shrug and put the over-clean glass away before turning back to face Yuu. “I’m fine. The usual?”
Yuu nodded, indicating to the blond he’d be having his usual Bloody Mary. The fuchsia-haired man watched the blond work quickly in preparing his drink and thanked him when the glass was placed in front of him. Taking a sip, Yuu leaned in as if he were about to utter something top secret to the blond bartender, “You know, I don’t think you are ok. Why would you stand there staring into space while looking incredibly contemplative if there was nothing wrong?”
It was just like Yuu to be able to see right through his façade. Yuu knew when he was lying, just like Yutaka did. But instead of yielding to Yuu’s suddenly serious attitude, Akira glanced at the older man with a smirk, “Look at you, using big boy words like contemplative.”
“Shut up,” Yuu quipped, switching over to his adult-mode. “And don’t try to avoid my question by using sarcasm, because it’s not going to work,” Yuu pointed an accusatory finger at the blond bartender. “You should know me better than that.”
Akira sighed. Yuu had a point; the elder man had a reputation for being persistent and Akira shouldn’t have been surprised, what with how eagerly Yuu continued to pursue him. With another heavy sigh Akira picked up a new glass and began working on it with the dishcloth, “It’s nothing you can really help with, I don’t think… It’s just about Yutaka’s brother. I’m trying to sort out the beef between them and he’s really not being very co-operative at all. Whenever I try to discretely bring up their past he just avoids it and deters the conversation to something else,” Akira heaved a shrug which was accompanied with a sigh. He continued to ramble without really registering what was coming out of his mouth. “And then when I tried bringing it up with him directly he flung me into the fucking countertop. I-”
“He fucking what?!” Yuu jumped up out of his seat looking as if he was ready to murder someone; Uruha most likely. “Where is this kid? I’ll fuck his shit up!”
Akira had to chuckle at the prospect of Yuu calling Uruha a kid seeing as Uruha was over five hundred years old. But he thought it’d be best to calm his friend down because a few of the patrons in the bar had begun to glance their way; Yuu was being very loud and insistent. “Calm down, Yuu. I’m fine, really. It’s just a bit of a tender bruise. Nothing serious.”
The look on Yuu’s face made it seem like he was about to leap over the bar counter and perform a full body inspection just to make sure Akira hadn’t been harmed in any other way; but was able to restrain himself as he took a seat again and sipped from his drink. “If I ever meet that arsehole, I swear to god I’m going to put my foot so far up his arse he won’t be able to sit for a whole month. Seriously, first he barges into your apartment and sets up camp there, then he throws you around like a fuckin rag doll just because you’re trying to sort out his shit, “Yuu shook his head and Akira could tell that he was really irritated. It wasn’t often that Yuu got really angry, but at that particular point in time he was really pissed. “You really shouldn’t be getting so involved in this guy; I get a funny feeling about him.”
Akira couldn’t help but scoff a little, much to Yuu’s obvious displeasure. “How can you get a funny feeling about him? You’ve never even met the dude.”
“Yeah, well I don’t need to,” Yuu defended himself with a pout on his full lips, switching modes yet again and becoming something resemblant of a sulking child who’d had their favourite toy taken off them. “Just from what you’ve told me he sounds like an utter arsehat.”
Akira chuckled and replied in a sarcastic voice, “Right, I’d really like to see you meet him…” Akira trailed off at the thought of Yuu actually meeting Uruha. How would that even go down? Yuu already seemed to have a strong dislike for the kitsune. But why wouldn’t he when the blond had mentioned that Uruha had thrown him into a counter.
Akira and Yuu continued chatting, passing casual banter between them. But Akira couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the raven haired vixen residing in his apartment. What was Uruha doing? There wasn’t a wide variety of things to do in his apartment, so how would the fox be keeping himself occupied? Hopefully not totally trashing his apartment in out of spite because Akita had his star ball. As he thought about that possibility he decided it was very un-Uruha-like; he assumed that if the fox wanted to piss him off he’s come up with a better idea than just making a mess of his apartment. Akira shook his head in an attempt to banish the kitsune from his mind; he had work to do.
* * *
By the time Akira finished work it was around four in the morning and he slowly clambered tiredly into his car to make his way home for a well-earned rest. It’d been a pretty busy night; begin a Saturday the bar was fuller than it usually was on weeknights which meant Akira needed to be on his toes for most of the night, especially when people got some alcohol into them and they went a bit silly. There was always an idiot or two who decided that they wanted to try a table dance or something stupid like that. At time like that the blond bartender was just lucky he hadn’t taken up a job as a bouncer. He wouldn’t want to deal with all of that shit He had to put up with enough just being behind the bar.
Akira drove the ten to fifteen minute drive home and hauled his dead tired legs up the few flights of stairs to his apartment. Stepping inside and locking the door behind himself he found that almost every light in the house was on. What Uruha trying to do? Run up his electricity bill or something? He swore he was going to end up killing that damn fox. With a disapproving grunt, Akira threw his car keys into the small glass bowl on the little table next to the door.
“Uruha?” He called out into his apartment. Wandering down the short hallway, switching off lights as he went, Akira found that the light to the bathroom was on and the door was left slightly ajar. Frowning, Akira rolled his eyes and entered his bedroom and began changing.
After the blond had slipped into a pair of loose fitting pyjama pants and a white singlet, he poked his head of the door and eyed the bathroom. What the hell was Uruha doing in there, anyway? Will an annoyed roll of his eyes, Akira exited his bedroom to investigate what the kitsune was doing.
“Uruha, what are you doing?” He called out, receiving no answer yet again. Ok, that was strange. Usually Uruha would have replied, he always liked to make sure his presence was known to Akira. Reaching the bathroom door Akira pushed it open and took a step inside, “Uruh-”
Akira froze.
There on the ground in front of him, partially hidden by a white bath towel, was a raven coloured fox. It clearly wasn’t moving and Akira’s heart leapt into his throat as he rushed forward and crouched down next to the creature. He couldn’t see any sign of blood and luckily he could see that Uruha was in fact breathing; Akira decided that he was just unconscious. But what had caused it? Why had Uruha reverted back to his original form? Should he call Yutaka? No, that’d only send him into a panic which wouldn’t help Akira’s situation at all.
“Uruha?” Akira called out quietly as he cautiously reached forward and placed his hand on the side of the kitsune’s body. Uruha’s soft black fur felt like silk under his fingertips and Akira recalled that it was exactly the way his hair felt as well. The blond bartender relished in the feeling for only a short moment before he snapped back to reality. This wasn’t the time to be admiring Uruha’s fur; this was the time to be worrying about what had actually happened to the raven. Akira shook Uruha’s body lightly, trying to rouse him without completely alarming him. “Uruha… Oi, Uruha wake up.”
When he still received no indication that the fox would regain consciousness Akira remove the towel and scooped the creature up into his arms. Careful not to stir the sleeping kitsune, Akira gingerly placed Uruha down on his futon and pulled the covers up over him, making sure that the pillow was positioned comfortably under his head. The blond figured that there was nothing he could really do until Uruha regained consciousness, but he’d decided that he’d call Yutaka later in the morning if the kitsune wasn’t back to normal.
The blond sat and watched Uruha for what seemed like forever; he felt like if he took his eyes off the fox for even a fraction of a moment something terrible might happen. Slowly the minutes ticked by, eventually turning into hours and Akira was seriously contemplating picking up the phone and getting Yutaka over there quick smart. He knew it’d probably send his brunet friend into a frenzy but he felt like he was really starting to run out of options. Nothing was able to wake Uruha up. But just he was about to stand up and locate his phone, a quiet whine came from the sleeping creature.
Akira’s eyes widened as he settled down beside the fox and softly petted its fluffy ears as they twitched ever so slightly. “Hey,” the blond breathed as the fox’s nose wiggled a little. If Uruha weren’t such and arse sometimes Akira would think he looked cute in his fox form, though he’d never admit that aloud.
Akira watched as the air around Uruha’s black fur began to waver and shimmer slightly and when the hair all over his body began to shrink the blond guessed he must’ve been shifting back into his human form. The bartender sat by and watched as Uruha’s body slowly began to retake the shape of a human’s, a naked human’s at that. It was an amazing thing to watch, Akira thought. Even though he’d only ever seen Uruha transform twice he thought he could never get tired of watching the transfixing sight. Soon the last of Uruha’s black fur was gone and in its place was the raven Akira knew all too well. Except he looked just a little more fragile than he had before as he curled against the blond’s futon with his knees tucked up to his chest, arms wrapped securely around himself. He was shuddering ever so slightly and his eyes remained closed.
“Uruha…” Akira cautiously reached a hand out to brush fingertips along the raven’s shoulder and instantly Uruha jerked away from the gentle touch as his emerald coloured eyes snapped open and focussed on Akira. For a moment there was no recognition in those orbs, just what appeared to be fright. The thought of Uruha actually being afraid made Akira frown slightly and hold back from touching the kitsune. “It’s alright, Uruha,” he tried to reassure in a gentle voice. “It’s only me… It’s Akira.”
Slowly, the raven’s eyes seemed to clear and soften as he looked at Akira; eyelids then beginning to droop. The tension that’d built in Uruha’s shoulders left as he slumped a little against the fabric of the futon. His eyes fluttered shut in an exhausted manner and for fear that he may pass out again, Akira reached out a hand again and put it over Uruha’s arm. “Hey. Stay with me, alright?” He urged, not wanting to seem too forceful. “Stay awake; I don’t want you drifting off on me again.”
Uruha’s eyes reopened again, darting down to look at the hand clasping his forearm loosely before refocussing on Akira’s face. The raven’s breath seemed almost laboured, as if he really was incredibly exhausted. So, carefully, he reached down and lifted Uruha’s bare ankles off the edge of the sheet so he could bring it up and place it over the kitsune’s slightly shivering frame. The blond settle down next to Uruha, who was still eyeing him curiously, and sighed; he really hated to push, but he needed answers. “Can you tell me what happened, Uruha?”
Uruha seemed to be giving himself a few moments to regain his ability to speak as he swallowed a few times and wetted his lips with a dart of his tongue. Akira patiently waited and a minute or two later Uruha’s voice sounded, far weaker than it normal was. “I… was too far away from my star ball,” he explained in almost a pained whisper.
Akira’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”
Uruha shut his eyes for a moment and Akira was almost worried he wasn’t going to open them again, but sure enough in the next moment those deep emerald pools stared at him again. “A kitsune can never be too far away from its star ball. If it is it could die. Luckily…” the raven paused and scrunched his face up slightly before relaxing again. “Luckily you don’t work too far away. That’s why I didn’t mention it, I thought I’d be ok.”
Suddenly Akira felt like the worst human being on earth. He should’ve known something like that might happen. Of course, he couldn’t have known because Uruha had never mentioned it but there were so many little details about kitsunes that he should’ve at lease suspected something. The blond’s eyebrows drew together almost pitifully, “I’m sorry.”
Uruha’s lip curled mocking and he ‘tsh’ed, “Don’t apologize, you idiot. See, that’s the weakness I can’t stand. You’re such a stupid push-over.”
Akira couldn’t help but laugh a little; even in his drowsy state Uruha still managed to be the snarky fox he always was. The bartender would be lying if he said he wasn’t fond of that side of the kitsune; though that was another thing he’d never admit to. However his smile faded as he watched Uruha shift a little and grimace. “Are you in pain?” Akira asked, shuffling a little closer, ready to inspect the kitsune for injuries though he imagined the raven wouldn’t be too happy with that.
Uruha grumbled a little, “I think I just landed funny before.” Akira watched Uruha’s hand underneath the blanket as it rubbed over his side, probably where he was hurting. “My stupid body picked the most inconvenient moment to give out on me. I was just about to get in the shower and I’m pretty sure that I wacked my side on the basin as I went down.”
“…Do you mind if I take a look?” Akira wondered cautiously and hurried to explain himself when the kitsune shot him an odd look. “You and I both know that Yutaka would have a fit if he found out you’d collapsed and hurt yourself. So you can either deal with my quick once-over or Yutaka’s constant nagging,” Akira deduced.
Uruha scrunched his nose up, “…I’d rather not deal with that nuisance… Go ahead.”
Akira pursed his lips at Uruha’s little insult to his best friend, but elected to ignore it. There was no need to start any unnecessary conflict at the moment. Shuffling closer so that his knees almost Uruha’s own bent ones, Akira slowly reached for the covers as if he were afraid that the kitsune would suddenly decide to bite his hand off. When Uruha provided no resistance, the blond grasped the sheet and pulled it down so that it lay loosely over the raven’s slender hips. Akira had to admit that Uruha did have a very nice body. He was all lean muscle and sharp curves, which were very enticing qualities for the bartender. But he knew he had to refrain from touching Uruha like that. One, because it would only give the raven an excuse to pursue him more and two, because Yutaka would probably kill him… as would Yuu once he thought about it.
Drawing his eyes away from Uruha’s sharp hipbones, the blond shifted his gaze to the raven’s side where his hand still rested, blocking the abused area from Akira’s line of vision. Carefully, the blond took ahold of Uruha’s wrist and drew it away so he could see the skin underneath. The raven’s hand flopped lifelessly to the floor when Akira let it go and he found it strange how compliant Uruha was being, but he didn’t bother to question it. He figured that maybe the kitsune was just too tired to fight back or offer any kind of resistance.
Akira swallowed when he saw that the skin over Uruha’s ribs was a nice deep blue colour. “Wow, you really got yourself good, foxy,” Akira mused as he lightly touched the skin with his fingertips, feeling Uruha jerk away and hiss.
“Well don’t poke it, moron!” Uruha growled, though there wasn’t really much behind his attempt to probably be intimidating. “Besides, are you almost done checking me out? If you keep touching me I might get a boner and that won’t be good for either of us.”
Akira chuckled. Leave it up to Uruha to say something totally inappropriate like that. “Yeah, I’m done,” Akira stated, ignoring the fox’s boner comment as he pulled the sheet back up and placed it over the tempting raven. Akira thought that if he kept looking at Uruha he might end up in a similar situation which definitely wouldn’t be good for his whole ‘no sex with Uruha’ thing, which was a rule he’d set for himself after he’d discovered he definitely was sexually attracted to him. Drawing his mind away from the topic of fucking Uruha, Akira sat back and said, “Do you want me to get you anything?”
The fox shot him a suspicious glance, “Why’re you being so nice to me? Usually you don’t really care to make sure I’m comfortable and all that kind of shit.”
Akira supposed he had a point, but the blond felt bad. Because he hadn’t been there, Uruha could’ve died and he knew that Yutaka would definitely kill him if that’d happened. He knew that no matter what Uruha did Yutaka would always consider him his brother. The brunet was just too nice to ever really hold a grudge. With a sigh the blond replied to Uruha’s question, “Because I want you to be comfortable here. I may have to be an arsehole and keep ahold of your star ball, but you shouldn’t be in any unnecessary danger… I really wish you’d told me about what’d happen if I went too far away. This whole situation could’ve been avoided, you know,” Akira added quietly.
Uruha cast his eyes down, almost as if he were ashamed that he hadn’t mentioned that small little detail to Akira. The blond was slightly taken aback. That wasn’t like Uruha at all. That submissiveness. It was baffling and Akira couldn’t help but feel a small twinge in his gut as he watched the kitsune roll over onto his side so that his back faced Akira, mumbling that he was tired and wanted to sleep. This was a whole new side to Uruha that Akira had never seen before. He almost seemed weak and the bartender wasn’t surprised; it was terrifying how close Uruha had actually come to death that night. It was astonishing to him that his best friend’s brother could’ve died because of his stupid ignorance. The blond’s gut churned at the very thought. He’d never been responsible for anyone’s life before, he’d never held such power. If he really wanted he could kill Uruha at any moment; all he had to day was crush the kitsune’s star ball and that’d be the end of everything. But he could never ever be that cruel.
With slightly pinched lips Akira shuffled a little closer, “Do you… do you mind if I stay here tonight? Sleeping on the lounge room floor isn’t really doing wonders for my back.” When he didn’t get a response from the raven he continued to blabber on in a rush, “Plus, I really haven’t got time to pull out the spare futon seeing as it’s so early in the morning and I feel like I’m about to collapse from exhaustion. I promise I won’t-”
“Just shut up,” Uruha snapped, stopping Akira mid-ramble. The raven rolled over onto his back again and shot Akira an irritated look as he lifted his arm slightly. “Get under here.”
Akira was slightly taken aback by Uruha’s willing invitation but nevertheless, he peeled off his jacket and slipped under the sheet. He had to focus incredibly hard on not touching any part of Uruha as he lay down beside the kitsune. Akira was hyperaware that Uruha was still very much naked under those covers and he had to make sure that his mind didn’t wander. The blond’s body tensed when he felt a hand slide over his abdomen and slip under his shirt, rubbing lazy circles against his happy trail.
“Uruha…”Akira mumbled as he felt one of the raven’s smooth legs glide over his own. “What are you doing? This is no time for your games. I-”
“Oh, shush,” the raven breathed against the skin of his neck, making Akira tense ever more, and he surprised the blond when he nuzzled closer. “Just relax. I’m only getting comfortable, I’m not trying anything. Believe it or not, foxes can be very affectionate creatures and I happen to like cuddling. Besides, it’s not often I get the chance to...”
Akira swallowed heavily and tried to best to relax just like Uruha had said. He could feel his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage as if it were trying to break free so it wouldn’t have to deal with having such a beautiful creature so close to it. Cautiously, the bartender slid his hand underneath the raven and curled it against his back. It felt odd, Akira thought. To have Uruha so close but not have the kitsune trying to molest him or harm him in any kind of way. Akira almost thought, while Uruha was in such a mellow state, about poking around in sensitive topics of discussion like what Uruha’s side of the entire story was or why he loathed Yutaka so intensely, even though he already knew; but that was only from Yutaka’s point of view. However he deduced that asking such questions may be pushing it a little. So instead he settled for shifting a little, pulling Uruha against himself and lightly pushing his nose into the raven’s mop of ebony coloured hair. Drowsiness began to quickly take over Akira’s mind. Because of the situation he’d come home to he’d forgotten how tired he really was. Hence his breathing began to even out and his eyelids drooped, sleep eventually completely took over.
* * *
Feather-light touches running up and down his chest roused Akira from his deep sleep. He felt fully rested and yet he still didn’t want to open his eyes. And so he remained still, enjoying the blissful strokes against his chest. However the bartender couldn’t help but frown when that touch strayed south, running lightly along the waistline of his pants which hung low on his hips. In the next moment, Akira’s eyes snapped open as the touch slipped into his pants and lanky fingers closed around his cock, which he hadn’t realized was hard until that moment. As his eyes opened fully, Akira coming face to face with the smirk of a very devious looking kitsune. Uruha stared down at him, a predatory look in the raven’s eyes as his hand glided over Akira erection, pulling a soft groan from the blond.
“Well good morning, there,” The raven teased as he leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue over Akira’s top lip before placing a light peck at the corner of his mouth. “I must say, I was surprised to feel this little gem against my hip when I woke up.” Uruha accentuated his statement with a small squeeze to Akira’s cock, making the blond’s head fall back and his hips push up.
“Uruha…” Akira whispered, afraid that if he opened his mouth too far he may not be able to contain his moans. He wasn’t going to lie, Uruha’s hand on his aching erection felt so good. It’d been ages since he’d last felt another man’s touch and the sensation of a hand that wasn’t his own gliding over his dick, rubbing just under the head, squeezing just enough to help the precome bead at the slit felt absolutely amazing. Akira really didn’t know how much longer he’d last; it almost seemed like Uruha knew exactly what to do to make him writhe and have him coming in no time at all. Akira gazed up through his eyelashes and made eye contact with the raven, the look in the devious vixen’s emerald coloured orbs made the bartender give up all control. Rolling his eyes back, he didn’t bother holding in a groan as he pushed his hips up again, meeting Uruha on the downstroke.
“That’s it,” Uruha whispered against the corner of his mouth. “Don’t fight me. Just give in.”
The sound of the kitsune’s velvety voice in Akira’s eardrums drove him further. “Oh god…” Akira groaned, starting to rhythmically thrust his hips upwards; fucking himself into Uruha’s hand. Everything felt so heavenly; the raven’s tongue dipping into the crease of his lips to ease them open to begin a dance with his own slick muscle, Uruha’s hand moving over his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The blond’s hand latched onto the kitsune’s bare shoulder as his thumb brushed over the slit of Akira’s cock and then moved down to tease the sensitive nerves just underneath the corona. “Ah!” Akira cried, breaking their sloppy kiss as his eyes snapped open to focus on Uruha and his back arched. “Oh yeah, right there…! Right there…” That spot just under the head had always been one of the places he was most sensitive.
“Yeah?” Uruha gave a small grin. “There? Like this?” He asked needlessly as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the same spot, drawing hoarse moans and grunts from Akira’s rapidly fluctuating chest. “You like that?” The kitsune growled in an animalistic manor as he kept his thumb on the same spot and quickly jerked the blond’s shaft.
“Oh, fuck!” Akira cried as his back arched and he came into Uruha’s hand, a few drops also landing on his own abdomen which he now noticed was on display after Uruha must’ve undone his shirt. The raven panted against the corner of his mouth before growling and then letting out what could almost be considered a soft mewl, shuddering slightly. It was then Akira realized that Uruha must’ve been stroking his own dick while the raven was jerking him off, getting off on watching Akira writhe and moan.
The blond slumped back onto the futon underneath him as he watched Uruha rise up to lean on his elbow and lift the hand he’d just been using to jerk Akira to his mouth, licking off every drop of the blond’s come. Groaning, the bartender thought that if he hadn’t just come he’d probably be hard again. Uruha was just too tempting, he couldn’t have resisted any longer even if he’d wanted to and now that he’d had a taste of what the kitsune could do he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to resist again; which could be very, very dangerous.
“You’re so hot,” Uruha mumbled, capturing Akira’s glistening lips in a heated kiss. “I just couldn’t resist touching you when you woke me up with such a nice surprise.”
Akira grunted, still recovering from possibly one of the best orgasms he’d ever had… and it’d only been a handjob! “Don’t get used to it,” the blond grumbled after he’d caught his breath. Reopening his eyes he looked up at the raven vixen who was smirking down at him. “It’s not gonna happen again.”
Uruha chuckled and kissed him again, “Yeah, right. Let’s see how long that las-”
The raven was cut off by a sharp knocking coming from the front door which caught Akira’s attention and made him frown. Glancing at the clock he saw the red digits reading just past midday. Surely that couldn’t be Yutaka… the brunet probably wouldn’t be awake for another few hours. Akira knew for a fact that his best friend loved his sleep more than anything else. Aoi had no idea where he lived, so there was no way it could be him. The only other thing he could think of would maybe be his landlord… but he’d only just paid the rent last week.
Uruha’s curious gaze followed him as he stood up and re-buttoned his pants and did up his shirt. In an attempt to flatten his bed-mussed hair, Akira ran his fingers through his dyed blond locks but soon gave up when he realized that he’d need to take a shower in order to get rid of this bed hair. Not once did the knocking let up and Uruha stood up as well, quickly picking up a pair of Akira’s sweat pants that were lying on the ground, slipping them on as he trailed after the blond who exited the bedroom, journeying towards the source of their disruption. Akira reached the door, Uruha leaning against the archway that lead into the hallway where he could observe who was so furiously knocking. The bartender grumbled under his breath as he opened the door.
“What took you so goddamn long?!” Bellowed a voice Akira absolutely didn’t know. He had to jump out of the way as a figure strode into his apartment. It was a man Akira had never seen before in his life but he looked like the kind of guy who would go to a gay bar wearing sparkly spandex pants and a leopard print shirt. The short man had bleached blond hair with dark roots coming through; he wore a tailored red velvet suit with gold chains and his lips were covered in bright red lipstick; over his shoulder he carried a large gold handbag.
“Um…” Akira started as he stared wide eyed at the man standing in his doorway. “Who are you…?”
The flamboyant blond man opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a small bark which came from… his handbag? In the next moment a small head popped out of the gold atrocity which was then followed by a loud shriek. Akira’s head whipped around and he watched as Uruha darted away from the hallway, leaping over the couch and jumping up onto the dining table situated on the other side of the room.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Uruha yelled, shifting backwards on the table as a small brown dog jumped out of the man’s gold handbag and trotted in his direction. Akira watched as Uruha’s ears rapidly appeared through the tuft of black on top of his head, flattening defensively, and his seven tails popped out from the back of his sweatpants, whipping from side to side. “And why the fuck did you bring that thing here?!”
“Don’t call Koron a thing, Uruha,” snapped the bleached blond in a offended voice as he bent down and picked up the dog which had skipped back over to its master. “You know very well that he’s my pet.”
“Will you tell me what the hell is going on!?” Akira suddenly bellowed. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my goddamn apartment?” He jabbed a finger at the unknown man before turning to Uruha who’s eyes were still wide and focussed on the dog in his ‘friend’s’ arms. “And why the hell are you acting all skittish? And will you please get off my table? I have to eat dinner on that, you know.”
Uruha reluctantly took his eyes away from the newly arrived man and looked straight at Akira, a troubled frown marring his usually flawless face. The kitsune sighed and his ears lay flat against his head, suggesting he was angry, upset or defeated; possibly a combination of all of them. “Akira… this is Ruki… he’s my cousin.”
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A/N: I AM ON A ROLL!!!! Holy fuck! My brain must be making up for being dead for so long. 2 new chapter in 2 days. I'm SO proud of myself :') I really, really, really hope this cooperation continues because I love having my writing mojo back. It makes me feel so good.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy some foxy lovin'. We got to see a completely different side to Uru in this chappie, I hope it wasn't too sudden >.< I just felt like I had to soften his edge a bit. I mean, it's been 4 chapters. Well, yes. Enjoy and thank you for reading and commenting <3 <3