[Fanfiction - The GazettE] The Price Of Fame Aoi/Uruha 6/?
Title: The Price of Fame Part 6 of ?
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, sex, angst (in this chappie), boy x boy,
Pairing/Band: The GazettE Aoi x Uruha/ Uruha x Aoi. Slight Ruki x Aoi.
WARNINGS: Strong language, boy x boy relationships, romantic scenes
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own them . . . In fact Kai's in my kitchen right now (huhuhuuu~) No, I don't own them o.e
Rating: R
Synopsis: "Not everyone gets close to the star they adore. For Aoi . . . he's closer than he thinks . . ."
Summary: Uruha and Aoi's relationship is in even more danger - and once again revolves around Ruki.
Notes: Two posts in one night!!! O.O!!! Who are you and what have you done with ME??!?!?!?!? (O____O)
Enjoy . . . the plot is really picking up now ^-^
The rest of the series can be found in my fanfic archive ~ (HERE)
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Aoi was cornered. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to escape.
He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his head the more Ruki pressed himself closer,
“I want you Aoi,” he repeated, softly into the brunette’s ear before his hand was tugging at Aoi’s belt, “Don’t stay with Uruha, he isn’t good for you,”
Aoi wanted to scream, but he couldn’t; something clogged in his throat and it made him choke on his own words, gasping as Ruki’s head nuzzled in the crook of his neck,
“Come on, Aoi, don’t be shy . . .” he cooed, working Aoi’s belt loose and slipping a hand down there slowly, “I know you want me,”
That made Aoi’s voice find itself, “What the hell are you talking about?! I never -!”
“- I’ve seen the way you look at me . . .” Ruki whispers, his fingers dangerously close to Aoi’s cock now, and Aoi squirmed underneath his hold, held back by a remarkable pair of strong arms,
“Ruki no -!” Aoi gasped, and he wondered whether he should cry out, let everyone else in the studio know what was going on, “I don’t want this . . .” Aoi yelped as Ruki’s fingernails scratched his length ever so slightly, “I want to be with Uruha!!” he screamed.
He vaguely worried about whether anyone else had heard him, but perhaps that didn’t matter right now, he just needed to get away,
“Ruki . . . please, don’t, please!” Aoi experimented with a push to throw Ruki away, but it seemed the smaller was in full control, only pinning him back to the wall again,
“Uh-uh,” he tutted against his ear, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Inside, Aoi’s mind was stumbling over itself. How was this even happening? The two of them had been friends for five years. Surely, if Ruki had held such feelings, why had he held them back until now? Why not tell Aoi earlier when he was single and available.
Aoi’s mind did a double take for a second; even if that had been the case, there was still no way he would have gotten together with the smaller.
This was weird. Friends are friends for a reason. To suddenly see someone in a different light like that was . . . was . . .
Ruki yanked his belt open further and Aoi couldn’t help but cry out a touch,
“Oh there, there, baby . . .” the smaller man cooed and Aoi felt like sobbing there and then, Ruki’s warm fingers now gripping something they shouldn’t, “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle -“
It was like some sick but friendly form of rape and Aoi’s fingernails dug into the shoulders of Ruki’s jacket, his teeth clenched so tight together they ached his cheeks,
“Ruki . . . please, I’m begging you, I -“ Aoi grunted as Ruki smirked and squeezed gently; the brunette fighting back a moan.
He couldn’t enjoy it. No . . . he couldn’t do that to Uruha. He wouldn’t,
“Don’t be shy,” Ruki murmured for a second time, squeezing Aoi’s cock a little harder as a result; almost as though he was trying to pump the cry out of him, “Just say my name, I know you want to,”
Aoi shook his head and bit down on his lip until he felt blood on his teeth,
“Scream,” Ruki ordered, more pressure being applied down below and Aoi was reduced to tears, hanging his head to sob as he felt the pleasurable groan creep up his throat,
“Please . . . d-don’t, Ruki . . . “ he whimpered, flinching as something caught the head of his cock; now fully erect to Aoi’s dismay, “Just stop it!”
“Make me . . .” the blonde man smirked, leaning in close to hiss it in his ear, cackling softly with such twisted delight that Aoi ended up breaking entirely, letting his shoulders shake uncontrollably against the wall.
This was unbearable; Ruki’s gentle fondling was sending wave after wave of pleasure down Aoi’s spine and he hated himself. He hated Ruki for it. He hated himself for enjoying it - no matter how much he tried to fight back the ecstasy, it was just too strong,
“Come on, Aoi,” Ruki smiled against his earlobe, “I bet I can suck your dick harder than that other blonde bitch of yours -“
“- STOP IT!!”
Aoi tried to shove him away, but his arms were trembling so violently that the effort was wasted and he ended up flat against the wall again in a matter of moments,
“Sto-“ Aoi’s eyebrows rose as his chest fluttered; but soon found the will to scold himself and push the feeling away, “Ruki, stop!! You’ve had your fun now so just get the hell away from me!”
Ruki looked mad; his fingers had even come to an abrupt halt, and Aoi almost sighed with relief once the friction had been absent long enough for it to fade away entirely,
“I . . . don’t want you,” Aoi panted, his breath catching at certain intakes, “I want Uruha,”
Ruki’s eyes flared and Aoi didn’t have time to react before a hard blow knocked his cheek to the side,
“Shut up and stay still!” the younger snapped, a lot more menacingly this time, forceful hands grabbing the waistband of Aoi’s jeans and pulling them down to his ankles.
It was all happening so fast that Aoi didn’t have time to keep up, his cheek burning while he tried to register what Ruki was doing in front of him.
Ruki . . . did Aoi even know who he was anymore? This wasn’t like him at all . . .
“This isn’t you,” Aoi said it aloud, watching almost in slow motion as Ruki let his own pants fall to the floor, “I-I don’t understand this at all!!”
Aoi started sobbing again, and although he shouldn’t have a reason to be scared of someone so small and of whom he’d had the courage to make fun of all these years; this time he really was.
Truly, very scared,
“Ruki, please . . . it doesn’t have to be like this!!” Aoi’s sobs stumbled his words over each other, but the brunette didn’t seem to care as he pinned Aoi back up against the wall, heated hands grabbing Aoi’s face and gripping it so tight, the taller could feel the burn intensify significantly,
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Ruki says tenderly, but with eyes that stared coldly into Aoi’s own, leaning so close that they were only inches away from each other, “You belong to me. If I can’t have you, then no one can,”
Aoi just had time to release a horrified cry, screaming as Ruki’s lips forced themselves upon his own; cold, cold eyes staring open at him the whole time.
Aoi sobbed against his lips . . .
*
“RUKI!!”
Aoi was sweating beyond belief, sitting upright with a jolt and immediately his mind filled with horror at the event.
It was so hard to breathe, he found, and he held a sweating hand against his equally wet chest, the pants coming one after another with sheer terror and panic withheld inside each release of air,
“Aoi . . .”
The brunette yelped, shaking away the grip that had latched onto his arm, jumping off of the bed he had been lying on,
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” he screamed, “Ruki, just get away! Get away from ME!!”
He couldn’t see him, but he knew he was there; Aoi held his head as the room began to sway, a figure in the shadows moving over to him despite the warnings,
“Aoi, it’s okay, it’s me,”
Was that Ruki?
Something felt heavy in his chest, and Aoi guessed it was a panic attack that had made it so hard for him to breathe, slacking against the wall behind him to steady himself, his feet feeling sluggish and numb,
“Aoi, it’s alright, baby,” the shadow stepped forward and flicked something by his shoulder, bringing the entire room into a shining beam of yellow light.
And then Aoi remembered. He remembered as he looked around at the deep red walls and wooden floor underneath his toes, the pairs of jeans lying crumpled on the floor.
The pager sitting on his dresser . . .
“Oh . . .” Aoi held his head, “Oh God . . .”
“You were just having a nightmare,” the voice whispered gently, and as the blonde stepped forward warily, Aoi’s breathing started to even out.
Uruha took him into his arms once their eyes locked and Aoi closed his eyes against the other’s bare skin; haunted by what he’d dreamt,
“Oh, this really has upset you hm?” Uruha sighed against his hair, kissing the strands softly as they swayed side to side by Aoi’s bedroom window,
“I . . . I dreamt th-that he . . .” Aoi couldn’t even say it, and he let Uruha hush him back into silence, one of his hands creeping up to hold the back of his head,
“It’s over now,” he murmured, Aoi’s body shivering against his embrace, “Nothing happened. You’re with me. Ruki isn’t here,”
A little longer spent in Uruha’s arms and a cold glass of tap water later and Aoi finally calmed down to tell his lover the entire story, some parts blank as he tried to recall,
“All I remember is that he was trying to kiss me and touch me,” Aoi blushed, feeling the hot rush spread over him again as they sat together on Aoi’s bed, Uruha’s arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders, “He kept saying stuff like how you weren’t good for me, and then . . . no matter how hard I tried to make him stop, he was too strong,” Aoi’s voice broke; hoarse from all the screaming in his sleep; the ones Uruha said had woken him just moments before Aoi gained consciousness himself.
Uruha simply patted his shoulder with a sigh, “Oh honey, you know Ruki’s not like that. It’s only because he forced that kiss on you that one time, it doesn’t mean anything,”
Aoi breathed out shakily, “Yeah, I-I know. But it was just so weird, Uru,”
“I know,” Uruha kissed the side of his temple softly, “But it was only a dream okay?”
Aoi couldn’t help but feel uneasy, but he knew Uruha was right.
It was only a dream. There was no way in hell it could happen. Ever.
But still . . .
“Hey . . .” Uruha pulled Aoi against him as the brunette ran his hands through his hair, sighing heavily; still a little disorientated by the moment of terror, “Aoi, it’s okay . . .”
Aoi let him take him into a tight and comforting hold once more, letting reality take its place back in his head.
Of all things, he couldn’t understand why he had dreamt such a horrible thing. With Ruki of all people. Of course he had been upset about the fact that Ruki had kissed him; even more so when the producer had seen them in the act but . . . all the same, was it really such a strong enough fear for Aoi to actually have nightmares about it?
Perhaps it was,
“I’m sorry I woke you,” Aoi mumbled against Uruha’s shoulder, feeling the other shake his head, pulling back to kiss him gently on the lips.
They felt so nice; tender and loving unlike the harsh and cold ones Aoi had pictured in his dream,
“Actually, it’s a good thing you did,” Uruha smiled once they pulled apart, “I forgot to set an alarm after we - ” he paused and looked Aoi’s naked form up and down with a wry grin, “Well, you know,” his eyebrows twitched up and down,
“Why, what time is it now?” Aoi peered past his shoulder at the digital clock by the lamp on the bedside table.
It told him it was already 6.30am.
Aoi let his shoulders slouch; they had plenty of time before they had to be due in for work today. Despite it being Sunday they still had to film certain scenes ready for next week’s show.
But at least they had the afternoon off,
“You want to use the shower first?” Aoi stretched his arms high in the air, hoping Uruha would say no and let him go first - the sweat had made him feel incredibly sticky,
“There’s room for two isn’t there?”
Aoi turned to see the smirk on the actor’s lips, and leaned in close to brush his own against them, a grin pulling at his cheeks,
“Why . . . I believe there is,”
*
Aoi’s legs swung back and forth underneath the table he was sat on, scanning the screenplay with a pen in hand; ready to highlight his shots and mark down any extra notes he might need.
He also made a mental note never to shower with Uruha ever again. Despite Aoi just wanting to wash all the sweat from his body, the blonde had insisted on starting a shampoo fight instead, and Aoi sighed at the mess he knew they had left his bathroom in this morning.
Bloody actors . . .
Aoi grinned as he chewed on his pen thoughtfully, lifting his head to see the rest of the crew setting up the stage and camera equipment. Luckily, thanks to his early awakening this morning, he and Uruha had arrived early - giving Aoi plenty of time to set up the camera. Now, he had time to sit back and watch everyone else get organised before shooting began.
Before long, Ruki sloped onto the set and Aoi felt his heart clutch; all of a sudden nervous.
It was just a dream. Nothing happened. It was just a dream. Just a dream . . .
Still, Aoi found himself begging for Ruki not to see him and just head straight to the staff room instead.
Inevitably, no such thing happened, and Aoi soon found himself faking a smile and waving back out of politeness, Ruki almost sitting on his screenplay when he jumped up next to Aoi.
Up close, the blonde looked rough; Aoi examined the dark circles under his eyes and pale complexion from chin to forehead - the rest of his body concealed in a large overcoat, the collar tucked high above his neck,
“M-Morning,” His voice shook . . . how annoying,
“Meh,” his friend shrugged next to him and Aoi noticed him tucking the pair of shades he’d been wearing back in his pocket,
“Rough night?” Aoi guessed, already used to Ruki’s alter-ego as a nightlife creature; his habitat the hundreds of bars across the city, his only consummation being anything of an alcoholic nature.
His prey? Anything in a short skirt,
“And why are you wearing sunglasses? It’s the middle of winter,” Aoi points out matter-of-factly.
Ruki turns to him, his watering eyes sporting such an unmistakeable sinister glare, “Because I look like shit, that’s why Sherlock,” he scoffed,
“Right,” Aoi nodded, looking back down at the screenplay on the clipboard in his lap, wondering whether he should pretend to write something down so he didn’t have to say anything else.
What he couldn’t get his head around was why he didn’t want to talk to Ruki. Despite convincing himself this morning that last night’s dream was just a one off event triggered by Ruki’s act of tonguing with Aoi yesterday, he still couldn’t shake that disorientation. That uneasiness building in his stomach that amplified only in the company of Ruki; it was as though the dream had actually been real after all,
“Oh hey, Aoi, listen, I want to tell you something . . .”
Aoi stopped staring at his screenplay and looked up to face a groggy, but sincere gaze now shining in Ruki’s eyes,
“W-What?”
“I think you should know there’s more to what I did yesterday,”
Oh God . . .
Aoi’s chest heaved a touch,
More? More to that kiss? Oh God, it wasn’t a dream . . . it was a premonition!!
“W-What do you mean ‘m-more to it’?” Aoi couldn’t help but stammer, and he noticed Ruki looking down into his lap strangely; when Aoi peeked himself he realised his hands holding the clipboard were trembling violently,
“I’m just . . . cold,” he sputtered quickly.
The excuse seemed good enough and Ruki averted his tired eyes, “Yeah about yesterday Aoi umm -“
Just stay calm. Remember - remind him that you are friends and that’s all it’s going to be.
Friends,
“Yeah, Aoi, that kiss was way out of order, I’m sorry,” Ruki breathed, looking embarrassed as a pale hand ran through the blonde locks of his hair.
Aoi had to replay that sentence,
“Come again?”
“I was just jealous!” Ruki threw his arms in the air, “You know, it’s just so unfair that you get to date -!” he paused and pressed his lips together hard, opening them again with a lowered voice, “- That you get to date this amazing star, voted “Sexiest Male on TV” two years running. Who just so happens to own about twenty thousand cars and three vacation homes in Japan, L.A and France,” the blonde mocked a miserable pout and folded his arms like a sulky child, “Whereas I am stuck with semi-drunk whores and let’s-lie-about-my-age virgins night after night,”
“Twenty thousand cars is a bit of an overstatement,” Aoi grimaced, relief springing inside his chest, “But, Ru, if you want a serious relationship, why don’t you actually try meeting someone?”
Ruki just stared; ‘serious relationship’ wasn’t something found in his dictionary,
“Take her out for dinner, get to know her more err . . .” Aoi waved a hand as he tried to think, “You know, romantic stuff like that. After that, you can bang her as much as you like,”
Ruki simply chuckled, “I guess we’re not seventeen anymore huh?”
His voice was soft, Aoi noted, and he watched how Ruki’s eyes slowly lowered to the floor.
Aoi noticed the Uruha-caused bruise on his face had now turned a shade of yellow, and Aoi guessed by the smudge of beige near his upper lip, he’d borrowed some foundation from the make-up artist to try and cover it up,
“You miss those days?” Aoi asks, setting his screenplay down behind him.
Ruki nods, “Back then I was never scared of commitment, Aoi. Back then if you saw a girl, you’d dance, you’d drink, show her a good time and then invite her back to your place. Then do it all again the next night,” Ruki sighs, “I guess seeing you with Kouyou has got me thinking,”
Aoi wondered where the sudden heart to heart had come from, but pushed it to the back of his mind as Ruki waited for a reply, the silence descending upon them seeming mournful somehow,
“Thinking about how we were when we were kids?” Aoi asks him, earning a slow nod in return,
“Yeah. I miss them,” Ruki smiles and shakes his head, “I guess now things can’t be so carefree and easy anymore,”
“Ru, we’re still in our early twenties, what are you talking about?” Aoi nudged him, and that anxious feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach all morning faded away quickly, “You still have a few more years of wild partying and hooking up with loads of girls. Man, it’s your life -“
“- Yeah it is!” Ruki cuts him off suddenly, his eyes staring infatuated at the foot of a boom mic, “It’s my life and I need to start doing something worthwhile with it!”
Aoi just blinks; where had all this come from?
“I mean, of course I have my career,” Ruki carries on, and Aoi picks up a small quiver in his voice, “But I want . . . I want something more, Aoi,”
Aoi’s eyes narrow, “Like what?”
Ruki’s eyes drift to lock on Aoi’s own, “I want someone to love me,” he says miserably.
Aoi felt his heart sink a touch; his and Uruha’s relationship really had knocked him,
“Do you two just have to rub it in?!”
Aoi felt a pang of guilt as he recalled the look on Ruki’s face once he’d seen them yesterday; although he shouldn’t feel bad for being in a serious relationship right now, he did have to admit to himself that most of what he and Uruha did consisted of sex. And all the while Ruki had been jealous of what he and Uruha had,
“Oh Ru . . .” Aoi murmured, looking on helplessly as Ruki’s eyes shone with untold misery, his head sinking to rest against Aoi’s shoulder, “You’ll be okay . . .”
Aoi wrapped an arm around his shoulders, but it soon turned into a hug as Ruki held onto him with both arms, sitting silent in the crook of Aoi’s neck,
“You’re going to find someone,” Aoi told him confidently, “Look how long it took me, Ru. You just have to give it a little more time that’s all,” Aoi closed his eyes against Ruki’s shoulder, rubbing the blonde’s back soothingly, wondering whether Ruki wanted to cry or not. He had never been the type to show his feelings in such a way but the look in his eyes was unbearable enough,
“Trust me, you’re going to be fine,” Aoi whispered against his ear.
Pretty soon, the set started to get busier as more and more of the crew came piling in; they were almost ready to film now.
But Aoi didn’t move. And neither did Ruki. They sat against the table together, Aoi holding him gently in his arms as long as Ruki needed him to. Just like a friend would.
It wasn’t long before Uruha came onto the set either; costume all set and make-up making his cheekbones shine.
Aoi understood the shock that spread over his face when he saw his boyfriend holding another guy in his arms - the one guy who had just so happened to have kissed that boyfriend in the past twenty-four hours.
Aoi quickly mouthed, “He’s upset,” in Uruha’s direction and he figured he would have enough time to tell him all the details later. In the meantime, he would just have to let Uruha sulk.
Which is exactly what the actor did, nodding in some sort of semi-understanding before he was called on-set, casting Ruki’s form a last dark look before he skulked away.
Aoi didn’t mind, he could just explain it all later,
“Steady you two! Goodness, I knew you were together but I didn’t think you would be this romantic!”
Aoi’s heart pounded as the producer pulled the pair of headphones down from his ears, beaming at both men with an unnecessary wide grin.
Ruki pulled back as well, his eyes red and sore, managing to glare at the other man, “W-What did you say?”
The producer didn’t seem to pick up on Ruki’s threatening tone, and he flicked through the script blindly, “Well, I saw you kissing yesterday . . .” he shrugged.
Aoi couldn’t help but watch the way Ruki’s face drained of blood,
“Oh . . .n-n-no! Th-That wasn’t -“
“- Oh no, don’t start making excuses, Ruki-san!” The producer waggled a finger, “I saw you fair and square so you can’t hide it!”
Aoi suddenly felt very sick, and even as Ruki tried to get another word in, it seemed to only make matters worse as the producer then clapped his hands - calling the attention of the entire crew,
“Everyone! Your attention please!”
Aoi and Ruki exchanged a quick glance with each other, their eyes both very much filled with the same amount of dread and unmistakeable fear,
“Now as you’re all aware,” the producer began, and Aoi hated the way he looked so happy with himself, “Aoi-san and Ruki-san, two members of our wonderful camera crew, have been friends since they were in college. Well! From what I’ve seen . . . it seems there is a bit more to their relationship than we thought, ladies and gentleman,”
Aoi could feel that embarrassment creeping up again, gripping him just like it did the moment Uruha had heard Ruki’s voice message on that answer machine earlier this week. He felt it with such impact and it made him feel even more nauseous, his eyesight even blurring a little at the edges,
“And they are now a very happy couple!” the producer beamed, pushing his glasses up his nose; his ecstatic bouncing almost making them tumble off his nose, “So congratulations boys!”
To Aoi’s horror, he started to applaud. Pretty soon the rest of the cast and crew followed suit.
Everyone except Uruha,
“Congratulations Aoi! Congratulations Ruki!”
“We hope you’ll be very happy together!”
More celebratory speeches followed, and Aoi just wanted to dig a hole and throw himself in it.
Ruki beside him sat completely motionless, staring at his work colleagues as though they were ghosts; the look of horror on his face matching that concept extremely well,
“Anyway! Now that’s riled us up for today!” the producer clapped his hands again, “Let’s work hard everyone! And Ruki and Aoi, I won’t tolerate any more of your shenanigans do you hear me? Save it for the bedroom please!”
Aoi’s stomach twisted in absolute repulsion; the gag reflex in the back of his throat almost coming to life,
“Please tell me this isn’t happening,” Ruki moaned next to him, covering his face with his hands, “He . . . He saw us . . . us . . .”
“Kiss? Yes,” Aoi finished for him, his voice nothing more but a whisper.
How could he let this happen? It was one thing to have to keep one relationship a secret but to have to lie about another was something entirely different. And it wasn’t like they could tell the truth - what would they tell the producer about the kiss that he saw? If anything of that nature got out into the media there was no telling of what would happen.
And Aoi knew that wasn’t exactly an exaggeration either; the press were always eagerly awaiting just two stories below, photographers and reporters wanting to snap shots and write down questions about the happenings behind the scenes,
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Aoi mumbled, starting to get up when a voice stopped him in his tracks,
“Yeah. Me too,”
Aoi glanced up to see the one and only person that would be hurt by all this. The one thing that he wanted now made even more difficult to have,
“Uruha . . .” Aoi whispered.
The blonde actor stared down at him, his expression blank even when Ruki decided to take his leave in order to give them some privacy.
Aoi realised that he was in fact . . . crying.
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A/N: Wheeee~~ for updates!! I still don't know what to give out as presents . . . hmm, maybe request something?? xD For now . . . *showers you with cookies* (^______________________^)