[Fanfiction - The GazettE] The Price Of Fame Aoi/Uruha 4/?
Title: The Price Of Fame Part Four
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, Sex, some humour, (more will follow depending on chapter)
(Pairing/ Band: The GazettE Aoi x Uruha/ Uruha x Aoi
WARNINGS: Boy x boy, sex, romantic scenes, strong language etc.
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own them . . . In fact Kai's in my kitchen right now (huhuhuuu~) No, I don't own them o.e
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: "Not everyone gets close to the star they adore. For Aoi . . . he's closer than he thinks . . ."
Summary: Uruha spends the night at Aoi's place, and the two question the nature of their relationship.
Notes: I know it's been a long wait but I just hope this is okay for you :D Please enjoy as always and let me know what you think (^______^)
The rest of the series can be found in my fanfic archive ~ (HERE)
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“GOD, Aoi! Don’t stop, don’t stop . . . don’t sto-ah!!”
Aoi had curled his fingers into a fist, and that had sent Uruha into the wriggling mess underneath him, holding on to Aoi’s shoulders so hard Aoi could feel his fingernails piercing in.
Aoi had promised to make it as painless as possible; and now with Ruki gone and out of the way, Aoi didn’t have to worry about any more interruptions.
It was just him and Uruha now . . . and for years spent dreaming of this one night Aoi had craved in his dreams; he was going to make it as perfect as possible,
“Aoi . . . Aoi . . . Aoi!” Over and over the name was spoken, and wider and wider Aoi’s smile became, pushing his arm in further until even his wrist had disappeared into Uruha’s anal walls, the blonde’s wriggling and writhing more violent and Aoi struggled to hold him down,
“You’re so tight baby,” Aoi groans, pushing in further with much difficulty, feeling Uruha’s muscles clench and tighten around his fingers.
The feeling that was throbbing through Aoi’s veins was better than the imaginary he had felt in his dreams of eroticism with the blonde. His cock was even bigger too.
Oh how he just wanted to lick-
- his lips as he held the camera in place. Aoi rubbed his eyes sleepily; his body protesting at the early morning shift and he let his mouth stretch wide into a yawn. Uruha had even offered to order in some breakfast before they had headed to the studio this morning, and Aoi was starting to regret his choice to decline - he thought he didn’t need coffee. Last night had left his mind still buzzing and he figured it would get him through the 5 -11am shooting today.
How he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Why the fuck they had to start filming this early was anyone’s guess, but Aoi assumed the producer wanted one of the scenes shot in early morning sunlight, but didn’t want to waste any more cash on artificial lighting effects.
In Aoi’s opinion they were just as tight as-
-hell as Aoi pushed in with his now revealed cock, still tasting Uruha’s solution on his tongue from the blonde’s earlier release.
Aoi had gained such pleasure from that; the way his tongue had swirled around the head of Uruha’s open length; naked for Aoi’s eyes only. Open before him in the blonde’s complete submission, his bare body sweating profusely against Aoi’s bed sheets, not that Aoi could care much for laundry issues right now.
This was how he wanted it to be. And there were millions of fan girls across the world who would murder just to be in Aoi’s position right now, making the blonde scream his name; the moaning, groaning, touching, screaming all music to Aoi’s ears.
He couldn’t be happier; the joy lifting his heart was enough to make him feel like he was flying and he watched with raised eyebrows as Uruha groaned and screwed up his face, feeling Aoi’s member push its way inside of him with such invigorating impatience.
Sweating hands reached out to grip the bed covers and Aoi sighed once his cock was fully submerged inside of the blonde, leaning forward to press gentle lips to Uruha’s, calming him before Aoi let his hips grind against the other, relishing the moans that muffled themselves inside the brunette’s mouth.
God, he tasted so good; like an angel should. If Aoi thought that such a beautiful creature existed, he was sitting right in front of him.
Uruha cried out again as Aoi thrust again, and their lips met in a passion craze for more; despite Uruha’s lack of experience among relationships of this kind, he ran his hands over Aoi’s skin expertly; sending shivers down Aoi’s spine.
Shivers enough to tell him that -
- “We’re ready to shoot people!”
Aoi winced - of all places the director chose to stand and shout instructions, did it have to be right beside his shoulder?
Across the set, Aoi raised his sore, tired eyes to meet a much darker pair on the ‘staircase’ of the ‘hospital’. Uruha smiled back at him gently, and when he was sure no one was looking, winked in Aoi’s direction.
The brunette felt his cheeks grow hot, felt more instructions bellow into his ear, although with his attention on such an astounding blonde complexion the words were distant. Meaningless.
How he desired that man, and his heart seemed to ache in agreement as Uruha’s attention was diverted by a producer tapping him on the shoulder, pointing to something on the script, then in the direction of the cameras waiting to film him in all his glory.
Aoi wondered if it would be risky to ask Uruha over again tonight. Perhaps rent out a movie and order in some food. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about someone recognising him in the street or at a local restaurant. Aoi knew the last thing he wanted was that kind of attention.
The brunette smiled as he recalled the words of the other the night before -
- “The only attention I want is yours Aoi,” Uruha pants, sweat making his blonde locks stick like glue against his collarbone, “Give it to me, give it to - ah!”
Aoi pushed in with a loud groan, wanting to gain that consistency, that unbearable friction that sent tremors sailing down their heated bodies, sweating together now as they slid over one another messily.
Aoi felt his hair stick to his face uncomfortably. He’d never fucked anyone this hard before and it was giving his pelvis hell. If Uruha had been more experienced, perhaps he would have demanded that he be bottom for a while; just to give him a break.
It seemed the blonde was getting tired too, his eyelids drooping and his ass so relaxed that Aoi slipped in and out as though sliding his cock against grease. He’d made Uruha orgasm four times in the past twenty-five minutes, and he figured that was a personal best at the very least.
For himself well . . . at the moment Aoi was touching on his sixth time.
The brunette could no longer feel his legs, but the numbness was overpowered when Uruha summoned the strength to sit up and grip the back of Aoi’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him; over and over until the brunette’s lips soon followed suit of his legs, of the rest of his body for that matter.
Still he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not even as he felt the blood continue to drip from Uruha’s sore and disrupted entrance, the blonde moaning and hissing with the pain,
“Aoi . . .” Uruha writhed against the bed again, his arms wrapping around Aoi’s neck for support, “Aoi . . . Aoi -“
“- Aoi?”
The brunette jumped violently, slamming his knee against his locker and he groaned, bending over to clutch at it, hearing someone gasp and rush over to him, closing the staff room door behind,
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” Uruha whispered in his ear, and before Aoi could think about answering, he made a quick sweep of the outside through the blinds on the windows.
Satisfied, he grabbed Uruha’s jacket and pinned him against the lockers, lust in his eyes as he held Uruha’s cheeks and pressed their lips together harshly.
Against them, Aoi could feel Uruha tense up cautiously, no doubt wary that someone would walk in and discover them alone together; but it didn’t stop Aoi from kissing him further, from letting that amazing feeling throb powerfully in his chest every time he did; amplified when the blonde kissed him back in a tentative move.
If this was a dream, Aoi didn’t want it to stop; he’d woken up too many times disappointed and this time he wanted it to stay real. Even though he was sure it was real, he felt it was definitely too good to seem real. And somewhere in his heart he was scared that it was too good to be true; scared that all good things come to an end.
Not if I can help it . . .
Uruha moaned at last, giving in to the brunette’s desires and Aoi found a pair of hands smoothing over his hips before one travelled swiftly up his shirt and over his pale skin.
A finger played with the soft flesh of Aoi’s nipple and the brunette gasped inside the blonde’s mouth, pulling away briefly for a breath, only to return, this time with his tongue eager to taste what was on offer.
It was so frustrating, Aoi found. He wanted to strip Uruha of his costume; to pull the stethoscope from his neck and fling it across the room; to turn him around and push inside of him . . . and push in deep,
“Aoi . . .” Uruha gasped, but Aoi didn’t let him speak, shaking his head before pressing his tongue in again, meeting Uruha’s directly in the centre of its path,
“Aoi -“ the blonde tried to speak again and Aoi furrowed his eyebrows, pressing their crotches closer together, trying to make Uruha understand what he wanted,
“Shhh, it's okay . . .” Aoi soothed as the actor tried again, but the brunette was upset to find Uruha turning his face away, pushing gently at Aoi’s shoulders with shaking hands,
“Aoi, I’m going to be late for my next scene,” Uruha panted breathlessly, and Aoi paused before laughing quietly with relief, pressing his forehead against the blonde’s; so glad Uruha wasn’t refusing him instead,
“I know,” Aoi whispered, his hands combing through the actor’s soft, bouncy strands, setting them back into place from their ruffled state, “But this is the only chance we’ve got . . .”
They kissed again, and Aoi soon found he was the one being shoved against the lockers this time, the metal objects making a large clanging noise as Aoi’s back made contact.
They were out of control, even Aoi knew it as he could no longer feel where his lips were, no longer knew what it was his hands were touching. The only things he made sense of was Uruha’s body warm against his own, the sound of kisses ringing in his ears . . .
They gasped as the door squeaked open on its hinges, jumping apart immediately.
Aoi’s face grew hot as he looked to the doorway . . . only to find Ruki standing there in a trance, his hand limp against the door handle,
“I can’t go fucking anywhere,” he mumbled lowly, and Aoi cleared this throat, finding himself robbed of saliva before he set about straightening his shirt with shaking fingers,
“Do you two just have to rub it in?!” Ruki spits harshly, before sparking an alarmed look over his shoulder, setting the door closed behind him as he entered the room,
“What the hell are you talking about?” Aoi laughed uneasily, Uruha next to him searching at his feet and when Aoi realises him patting his belt, it must have been his pager he was looking for.
Aoi didn’t think he was that rough,
“I’ve seen the way you two have looked at each other all . . . fucking . . . day,” Ruki seethes, shoving his hands down his trouser pockets, his lips sticking out in that trademark pout Aoi knows he loves to use, “I swear, it’s like watching a low budget porno,”
Aoi couldn’t help but notice the purple bruise bleached across the side of Ruki’s nose; from where Uruha had punched him yesterday. There were even a few scratches along the tip of his nose and one near his lip, where Uruha’s fingernails must have caught him,
“W-We’re not staring,” Aoi mumbled defensively, although he could feel a rush of heat spread up his neck and along his cheeks, “What are you talking about?”
Ruki’s head slants to one side, “Try as much as you want, Shiroyama, but you can’t fool me,” by his tone, Aoi recognises he’s still pretty pissed about last night, “It’s like eye rape out there, you make my own sting just fucking looking at you!”
Uruha, who had been searching the floor all the while, suddenly snatched something from the ground and stood up, stuffing the pager back on his belt,
“It . . . It’s not that obvious is it?” he asks warily,
“Yeah, no one else knows right?” Aoi adds.
A wry smirk spreads slowly from cheek to cheek, and Ruki’s eyes glisten with impertinence,
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your little secret. But -” he raises a finger, halting Aoi’s relief in place, “- I want something in return,”
Aoi felt his stomach churn uncomfortably. Typical Ruki showing through at last,
“I want your boyfriend to apologise to me,” the brunette boasts proudly, pointing a finger at his injured face, “And not only that but -“ he breaks off and bites his lip, hiding a smile,
“What?” Aoi asks after a minute, knowing their time was running out before the next scene was due to be filmed.
Ruki sways side to side and he glances once at Uruha before turning his attention back to Aoi, smugness radiating from every corner of his face,
“I want Uruha to -”
“- Kiss me,” Aoi breathes, his heart shifting into overdrive as Uruha leant over him to kiss his forehead gently, the sweat trickling down his neck and wetting the strands of his hair turning Aoi on once again; only he didn’t have the energy to get to his feet and mount the blonde again, his body shattered as he lay exhausted against the bed covers,
“You were amazing,” Uruha whispers against the brunette’s heavy and laboured breath, holding them back for just a moment with a tender kiss to Aoi’s awaiting lips,
“So were you,” Aoi murmurs sleepily, feeling his eyes drift to a close before Uruha shuffles above him, something brushing against Aoi’s cock and it snaps him awake almost immediately.
Aoi’s bedroom had been plunged into almost complete darkness for a few hours now; the only source of light coming from a well lit nightlife district in the main centre of Tokyo not too far away from Aoi’s apartment. Street traffic and distant thumping of dance music from nightclubs became the only noises aside from Aoi and Uruha’s vocalisations and both of them were left with faulty voice boxes, croaky and worn from too much screaming and groaning; grunting and sighing . . .
Uruha is propped up on his elbow by Aoi’s side, and Aoi feels another tremor flow through him as the blonde leans forward to press his lips against Aoi’s neck, their cocks rubbing together in another meet and greet.
Aoi lets out a voiceless moan, feeling something wet and slimy smooth over his skin and down to his collarbone, leaving a trail behind that, with help from the cold night air, left Aoi in a small fit of shivers.
Uruha’s hand comes up to rest against Aoi’s cheek, his thumb stroking soothingly as the blonde’s lips wrap around Aoi’s neck once more and begin to suck lightly, the pleasure so invigorating that Uruha soon ends up on top of the brunette, mounting him with what little strength he had left; their hips grinding together so often it became almost painful and Aoi whined lowly. His hands slithered out to wrap around Uruha’s warm waist, sighing at the wetness and pressure Uruha’s lips were performing on him both at the same time,
“Oh . . .” Aoi whispered against Uruha’s ear, the blonde sucking harder as a response, so hard it had Aoi grinding his teeth together to stop himself from returning the favour, his toes curling underneath him,
“Uruha . . .” Aoi groaned, gasping as the pair of lips detached themselves and Aoi felt the sore mark left behind, Uruha’s carving in stone to tell the world that Aoi had become his own.
Through the darkness, Aoi saw Uruha’s teeth reveal themselves in a soft smile, the hand still stroking the brunette’s cheek smoothing several strands of hair stuck to Aoi’s forehead before pressing his lips there gently, so gently; as though Aoi was a fragile form of artwork.
Aoi thumps his head back against the pillow, too exhausted to form words and so instead watches as Uruha leans in to kiss his lips instead, playfully nipping Aoi’s bottom one with his teeth; giggling softly at Aoi’s small whine of discomfort before a final caress of his lips against the other’s brings Aoi back into a comfortable state.
Uruha lifts his leg and dismounts Aoi once they are left breathless again, and he falls on the bed beside the brunette with a heavy sigh, holding out his arm to wrap around Aoi’s shoulders.
The brunette snuggles in, welcoming the incoming warmth that sends the shivers away, “What’s going to happen now?” Aoi asks against Uruha’s chest, almost fearfully,
“What do you mean?” the blonde replies quietly, tucking the quilt back over them as the nature of winter nights soon returned with a swift and sudden coldness,
“Like, what’s going to happen . . . with us,” Aoi whispers back, the most his voice can manage at the minute, “Uruha, if your fans ever found out about this I -“
“- It’s okay,” Uruha murmurs against his hair, squeezing Aoi to him tighter, “No one is going to find out,”
“How?” Aoi draws back slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look the actor properly.
Uruha just shrugs, a gentle and secure smile dressed on his lips, “We just don’t tell anybody,”
Aoi returns a frown, “What about Ruki?”
He watches as the actor sighs and scratches the back of his head, “Well, I’m sure he won’t say anything right?”
He looks to Aoi hopefully, but the brunette is still unsure. He knew Ruki wasn’t the best of people to keep secrets and even if he did, one way or another they always ended up slipping from his mouth. From past experience Aoi knew it was something he didn’t want to relive,
“I wouldn’t count on it,” he smiled meekly, before he suddenly turns serious, searching in the dark for Uruha’s hand, gripping it tight once found, “But Uruha, it’s bound to come out eventually right? And I’ve heard that fans as dedicated as yours tend to get upset about stuff like this. What if they come and attack me in the street, or you for that matter!? What if they find out where I live, what if I get nothing but hell from them all because we made love together -“
“- Hey, shh, shhhh,” Uruha murmurs lowly, pressing a finger to Aoi’s lips, “Aoi, it’s not going to happen. I promise you,”
“But how can you know that?” Aoi moans miserably, “Uruha, I’m prepared to give a lot to be with you but I’m just . . . I’m just worried about what it means for you,”
Uruha pulls him into his arms, shaking his head with a tentative smile, “You don’t need to worry about me,” he assures,
“I do,” Aoi groans, closing his eyes against Uruha’s soft skin, “It’s just, I . . . I don’t want you to get hurt. Because of me . . .”
“Oh, Aoi,” Uruha kisses the side of his cheek, “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise. We’ll tell the world when we’re ready. For now, let’s just focus on what we have at the moment hm?”
Aoi nods into the crook of the blonde’s shoulder and they pull back almost in unison to taste each other again, tongues delving deep into the hidden boundaries of each other’s mouths as their lips met over and over again in a sweet engagement.
Aoi pulls away with a much needed gasp for air, glancing down to see himself already hardened, Uruha following his direction of gaze and smiling wryly,
“I’m surprised you even have the energy,” his eyes shine with amusement as he looks down at the brunette, Aoi gripping one of his hands and whispering into the cold night air,
“Uruha, suck my -“
“- Dick! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Aoi, calm down,” Uruha warns beside him, Ruki folding his arms and leaning back against the staff room door; Aoi wanting to punch that sly grin right off his face,
“Hey, you want to keep your relationship a secret or not?” the brunette reminds smartly, and Aoi glances at Uruha in defeat, remembering their conversation last night with clear remorse,
“Alright,” Aoi mumbles unhappily, “But for once, Ruki, I just thought, as my friend, you would actually take my feelings into consideration and do me one fucking favour for once in your life?!”
“You wanna talk about friendship, Aoi?” Ruki spits back, his eyes dark as he turns to glare at him, “Our friendship was already shaken when you let your macho boyfriend beat me to a pulp in the middle of the fucking lobby! And I was trying to apologise to you! Jesus Christ, all I’ve done these past few days is apologise to you Aoi!” Ruki looks slightly hysterical and Aoi only dips his head, knowing he was right, “And still I get treated like shit!”
“I did not ‘beat you to a pulp’,” Uruha sighs, his hands perched on his hips defensively, “I punched you once in the face, what are you, a girl?”
Ruki’s lip quivered, and Aoi noticed with sudden alarm that his fists had clenched tightly either side of him,
“Okay, okay, Ru, I’m sorry,” Aoi sighs, meeting his friend’s eyes with heavy guilt, “These past few days have been tough on you, I know, but you know, after all, you did do something wrong and you upset me so . . .”
Aoi shrugs and Ruki in turn looks to the floor somewhat shamefully, “Yeah, I know,” he mumbles, “I guess I got a little out of control. I never meant to come in between you guys it’s just -“ he sighs, and Aoi knows deep down he’ll regret acting so ‘soppy’ later on, too guarded by his ego to let people in these days, “I know how much you liked him Aoi. Two years of watching you be unhappy and waiting just for this one guy and making yourself suffer because you didn’t want anybody else but him and -“ Ruki shrugged, his cheeks blushing a bright shade of crimson, matching the dark scratches along his nose, “And I just wanted to give you a push. And besides, I never meant for Kouyou to hear that message,”
Ruki looks so sorry that Aoi steps forward and pulls him into a giant embrace, despite his own embarrassment at Uruha hearing all those things about him,
“I knew somewhere inside you cared,” Aoi mocks, smiling against the smaller man’s shoulder, of which reverberates with a giggle at Aoi’s words,
“Yeah, surprising isn’t it?”
They pull away and grin at each other, Ruki placing a hand on Aoi’s shoulder,
“But I still want to kiss him,” he reminds smartly.
Aoi almost recoils, jealousy surging through him again, “Eh?! Why?!”
To his surprise Ruki shrugs, “So I can tell people that I’ve kissed a celebrity. It’ll make a great starter line when I meet girls,”
Aoi rolled his eyes, “You gave me a push just so you can go ahead and kiss him yourself?!”
Another shrug, “Eh. You know my nature, Aoi,”
Aoi had never been so relieved when that staff room door burst open,
“Guys what are you doing loitering in here?!” The co-producer was a bit of a whiney character; with glasses that covered almost half of her face but Aoi had never been more pleased to see her, “Come on, we need to get shooting in ten minutes. Kouyou, get to the make-up artist you look a mess!” she gawps at his ruffled hair and lopsided clothing and Aoi struggles to hide back a smile, grabbing his screenplay from the table and hurrying out of the room before he gets shouted at again.
Ruki follows closely behind as they make their way over to the set, this time filming inside the drama’s reception area,
“You have to understand I’m serious, Aoi,” Ruki whispers in his ear.
Aoi waits until they reach Camera One before he addresses the matter, “Ruki why the hell would you want to kiss a guy in the first place? You’re straight!”
“Yeah and?” Ruki simply smiles, “We can all experiment once in a while right?”
Aoi notices him shift closer, pressing the brunette right up against the camera stand, metal bits poking in places they shouldn’t be as Ruki pressed himself up against him tighter,
“Ru . . . w-what are you doing?”
“Experimenting,” Ruki answered with a sigh, one hand reaching out to grab Aoi’s face and pull him in; his lips poised in place to meet Aoi’s head on,
“Ru . . . what are you -? Stop it!”
The smaller man paused for a moment, reaching on his tiptoes to whisper in Aoi’s ear, “Which would you rather have? Either I kiss you or Uruha; it’s entirely up to you,”
Aoi’s eyes widened, partly in rage but disbelief too, “Oh you are such a bastard,” he seethes, “I never knew you would go this low just to keep a damn secret,”
One of Ruki’s eyebrows cocks upwards, and he beams back at his friend with delight, “Well, I gotta take my chances,”
Ruki comes forward with puckered lips and Aoi presses his back so far into his camera that something sharp digs in through his shirt, making a small cut.
It’s when Aoi gasps at this that Ruki takes his chance.
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A/N: My smut has gone back into sucky mode T^T Hope you enjoyed anyways (^__^) I also hope that this update was fast enough ^u^