Distress and Coma 1/3 [Aoi/Uruha]
Title: Distress and Coma
Chapters: 1/3
Author: veroxion
Beta: tenshi_makenshi
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Masturbation, Sex
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki (hints)
Synopsis: He had never felt so estranged from their friendship before, but now... him and Aoi felt like strangers, and it tore Uruha apart piece by piece inside.
Comments: My first Gaze fanfiction ~ I've been a lurker around numerous communities for ages, so here's my (bad) way of saying thanks to all the brilliant fanfiction authors here. Just a quick warning, it's a bit AU/OOC as it doesn't really have a specific time line, though for appearances, I'd think of Dim Scene :)
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In my reduced dreams, a reality is reflected that
doesn't wake up and if even the grief
answered me that this was your true face,
I'd even be okay with getting hurt.
- Distress and Coma / the GazettE -
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He woke first. Opening his deep, endless auburn eyes to the cloudless, grey light that streamed through the gaps of the navy scrap of curtains. One of the windows was open, and the cool breeze that drifted through made Aoi want to snuggle deeper into the cozy futon-deeper into the solid warmth pressed against his slightly muscular back.
Ignoring the-impossible, outrageous-desires, Aoi used his hands as leverage and pushed himself to sit up, the abrupt rush of cold air making his lightly tanned skin tingle, his mocha nipples harden and his stomach quiver. He shivered at the odd sensations, the small hairs dusted over his body standing on edge. The ache in his muscles made him weary, yet he somehow found the strength to push the thick, cream blankets off of his naked body.
Aoi reached for his discarded clothes, and dressed himself in silence, his clothes holding the salty scent of sweat, and something a bit more sweeter. The agonizing throbbing in his head made Aoi trip on the way to the bathroom, and he managed to stub his toes on the door frame.
Ignoring the pulsing pain in his toes, the brunet turned on the tap, the chilling cold steel sinking into his hand, as he rummaged around for a towel while the water took its time to turn warm. He washed his face, the roughness of the hand cloth scraping against skin, removing the grit and sweat. Aoi relished in the freshness he felt overcome him. He reached for a dry towel, but paused. What was he doing? He frowned, his hand falling to drop at his side reluctantly. He should have left already.
“Idiot.” he muttered to himself, wiping his face dry with his sleeve instead.
Dragging his feet towards the door, the rising temptation caused a growl to emerge from the back of Aoi's throat, and he found himself submitting to his minds distressing torture, as he turned on his heel to look at the sleeping figure still lying on the futon, unaware on how much stress he was currently causing for the older man. How Aoi longed to be there next to him. He ached, even. To be in sweet bliss, next to that body... to run his calloused hands down those milky thighs, to kiss those perfect pink lips, completely ignorant of what their careless actions would cause as he lost himself inside euphoria.
Aoi sighed in dismay, shaking the fantasies from his mind frantically, immediately feeling filthy for thinking such things and reached for the gritty yellow doorknob.
“I'm sorry, Uruha.” the breathless apology fell from pouty, swollen lips and the door squeaked noisily as Aoi pulled it open and left.
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Dragging his feet through the dusty hall, the tiles murky beneath his shoes, it seemed like a eternity before Aoi reached his apartment-only two doors away, yet it felt as if the hallway was running from him-and realized his keys seemed to have relocated, Aoi rummaged around through the pockets of his jacket, and then his jeans before he started to realize that they were not in his possession at all, but were instead in Uruha's apartment. Along with his phone and cigarettes. The mere thought of nicotine seemed to scream at him, so Aoi trudged back to Uruha's in determination.
Except when Aoi opened the door to Uruha's place, the blond wasn't sleeping. He moved around under the futon, groaning a little bit as he started to awaken slowly. Aoi was already in the room as Uruha sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes groggily and trying to stifle a yawn.
The blond was sitting upright, the white sheets laying languidly under his belly button. Aoi froze for a moment, about to turn around and leave, not wanting to be forced into some kind of conversation with the lead guitarist at the time, but it was too late. Uruha's brown eyes had already landed on his form, and he raised an eyebrow. The guitarist blinked, curious as to why his fellow band mate was in his apartment so early in the morning.
“Forgot my keys.” Aoi mumbled, avoiding Uruha's questioning gaze as he walked past where the futon was laid out next to the kotatsu, where he snatched up the scrap of jingling metal. He also picked up his phone, where he noticed several missed calls blazing on the screen, and his cigarettes. Aoi quickly checked them, his brow creasing when he noticed how many he had. Two left. Perfect. Just perfect.
About to take his leave-for good, this time-Aoi stopped in his tracks when Uruha let out a breath, as if wondering whether or not to ask a question. Aoi's hand lingered on the door knob, shaking slightly. What was Uruha going to ask him? Aoi's mind raced, and he bit his lip in frustration as Uruha took his sweet time. The suspense was near killing him.
“Aoi... do we have practice today?” the blond wondered out loud, rubbing his eyes once more to try and wake himself up. Aoi stiffened for a moment, before he let out all the tension he had been holding in with a single breath. So that was what the blonde was wondering about? Not what had happened last night?
Aoi's sun-kissed hand clenched around his packet of Marlboro Menthol cigarettes, crushing the weak cardboard with his sudden rush of uncontrolled anger. “Ask Kai.” he grunted out in reply, opening the door and giving it a good slam behind him, as if channeling all his rage into an object would make how shit he felt disappear.
Uruha winced, the noise of the slamming door ringing in his ears as he ran a hand through his blond tresses. “What crawled up his ass and died?” he wondered out loud, but Uruha didn't dwell too much on Aoi's display of anger. Aoi was known to have a horrid temper, and could go off like a wild, untamed fuse within seconds within seconds of pissing him off. Yawning loudly, Uruha kicked back the covers, momentarily taken aback by his nude body, and the numerous bruises and pink marks proudly printed upon it.
Uruha stared at himself for awhile, his brown eyes roaming up his body, and then back down in bewilderment. It was only then did he realize the rising ache in his hips, rear and back, especially when he tried to move. He also noticed how sticky his sleek thighs were-and he was positive that it wasn't sweat.
Attempting to stand seemed impossible, as Uruha's head spun in all directions from his raging hangover-just how much did he drink last night? Every time he moved his legs, crippling pain shot up his spine and left his entire body tingling. He felt like agony incarnate. Uruha groaned, scowling and trying to remember how his body got into such a state of distress that it was now declining on him. He absolutely refused to believe it was old age creeping up on him. Just what the hell happened last night?
Nothing came to mind. All he could remember was meeting Aoi yesterday for a few drinks. The older man had wanted to go over some guitar scores that he was deciding to put forth for a new song, and had wanted Uruha's honest opinion about them. Uruha just couldn't say no, since it was apart of his work and besides, Aoi said he would be paying, but Aoi couldn't have done this.
...Could he?
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As soon as Aoi arrived at his apartment, he didn't linger long and left as quickly as he could. He showered, barely washing the shampoo out of his hair, and shaved so carelessly he made several cuts along his jaw, which just pissed him off even more, and he ended up kicking a hole through one the doors in frustration; which caused him to curse even more at the thought of having to repair the damn thing.
Aoi shoved himself into clean-well, he hoped they were clean-clothes and grabbed the first snack he saw to eat in his fridge before he donned a pair of sunglasses he was sure weren't even his. On his way to leave, he tripped over his kotatsu, almost sending him sprawling onto the ground, but he managed to grab the door frame just in time to support himself.
After locking his apartment, the brunet briskly walked to the nearest convenience store, just around the corner from where his apartment complex was and brought two packets of his favourite cigarettes. He had a feeling he would be visiting the store again later for more.
Leaning against the convenience store leisurely, the guitarist lit up, cupping his hands around the flame to avoid the damn wind from extinguishing it before he inhaled deeply, enjoying the deep musky smell of the smoke and the rush of adrenaline he got from it. Standing there a few minutes, occasionally bringing the cigarette back up to his lips for a long drag, Aoi's mind was a blank.
Stubbing out the cigarette's butt with his boot, and starting on his second smoke now, he began to check the messages on his phone. Two missed calls from Kai, and a text from Ruki, asking him about a pair of sunglasses the singer had possibly left behind at his place the other week. Aoi was vaguely aware he was probably wearing those sunglasses right now-and Ruki would likely kill him for it.
The danger of Ruki's wrath didn't seem to bother the brunet at the moment, so he didn't bother to text the singer back-after all, the guy was shorter than him-as he speed-dialed Kai.
Kai answered on the fourth ring, his enthusiastic 'moshimoshi' throwing Aoi off for a moment. Damn bastard was too perky for his currently distressed mood, no matter that smoking had calmed him down somewhat. “You called last night?” Aoi cut immediately to the chase, absently wondering if he could somehow worm his way out of band practice. He didn't know if he could face Uruha today after the awkwardness of this morning.
“Ah yes, about that. Ruki's come down with a cold. He sounds like a dying moose-oh, please don't tell him I said that, he'll kill me-and apparently last night, Reita fractured several of his fingers, but you know how shifty that guy is...”
Well, that answered his question. With two band members down, he wouldn't have to make up some lame ass excuse to bail on practice just because he was sulking about something that was entirely his fault in the first place.
“Uruha also phoned, said he had a bad hangover, which is believable. So, I've canceled the interview tomorrow, and I've rescheduled our practice in four days. Well, depending on how Ruki feels. I don't really want to hear him bitch and whine!” Kai continued on, grumbling on how much trouble everyone was causing him.
The brunet went silent at the mention of Uruha as Kai droned on. Aoi quickly said a curt goodbye and finished up the conversation with the GazettE's band leader. He had enough problems of his own, and while he had nothing against Kai, he didn't really feel like listening to the drummer rant so early in the morning, especially since the pounding in Aoi's head was starting to worsen.
Watching intently as the smoke from his cigarette swirled in the air before fading from his sight completely, Aoi pondered what he should next. Since the GazettE's band practice had been canceled-not to mention, tomorrows interview-his day had been so conveniently cleared, and Aoi found himself with not a thing in the world to do.
Absently, he wondered what Uruha was doing; but he quickly banished the blonde from his thoughts. It was a good thing they didn't have practice today, or the interview tomorrow. It would buy him enough time to think things over in his head.
Reaching into the front pocket of his jacket, he pulled out his phone. He sent a quick text to Ruki. He might as well return the sunglasses that had somehow ended up in his apartment, and the rhythm guitarist was sure Ruki would throw a fit if he suddenly showed up unannounced.
'I have those sunglasses. Mind if I drop them off now?' Aoi sent the text message, flicking his finished cigarette to the ground, where he gave it a good scrape with his boot while he waited for Ruki's answer.
A small beep later, and Aoi realized he didn't have to wait long. Ruki gave him the okay-as long as he wasn't 'too damn noisy' during his visit. The brunet snorted at that. Since when was he ever noisy? A glance towards the convenience store from where he was standing, and the brunet sighed almost dramatically.
Well, Ruki did have a cold. Aoi presumed it was only fair that if he was visiting, he should bring some sort of medicine. Besides, he could use something for the oncoming headache was about to experience.
Medicine brought, Aoi began to make his way to the train station, but despite the distraction he put into place to stop his mind from wandering where it shouldn't be, Aoi just couldn't seem to get a certain blonde out of his mind.
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Aoi pressed the red button to the elevator in Ruki's apartment, looking at his watch impatiently. Just how long had be been standing here, pressing that damn button? Seeing as the elevator wasn't going to open for him any time soon, he walked towards the stairs, his boots squeaking against the floor, as he gripped the railing and began the tedious job of walking.
It wasn't long before Aoi found himself in front of Ruki's apartment. He moved the sunglasses from his face, made sure the lenses were clean and gave a quick, curt rap onto the door. The brunet slowly felt his face morph into one of utter annoyance, as he found himself waiting longer for Ruki to open his freaking apartment door than he was for the elevator to open the fuck up.
Patience, Aoi chanted in his mind. He told himself Ruki was sick. Maybe he couldn't hear him? Well, he'd make sure that shorty heard him this time. He curled his hand into a fist and gave the door a good pounding, the loud banging echoing through the deserted hallway.
“Oi, Ruki! Open the door!” Aoi yelled, gritting his teeth in exasperation.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up, goddammit!” the screaming from inside threw Aoi off for a moment, before the brunet shuddered, and was tempted to block his ears to drown out the horrid sound. Kai was right. Ruki really did sound like a dying moose. “Just open the fucking door, Aoi!”
“It's open, for Christ's sake!”
Aoi tried the knob, and sure enough, it turned and twisted to his will. Why didn't he try this first? He could have saved his eardrums from shriveling up and dying. Shrugging the thought off, Aoi opened the door, closing it behind him swiftly, before using the wall as leverage to take off his shoes.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
Confused, Aoi looked up. That was definitely not the voice of a dying moose.
“I thought your fingers were broken.” Aoi commented dryly when he noticed Reita standing in front of him. Reita looked embarrassed, coughed awkwardly and stuffed his 'broken' fingers into the pockets of his denim jeans. “Fractured.” he muttered under his breath, as he tried to avoid the somewhat apathetic look the rhythm guitarist was giving him.
“They're not even that.” Aoi deadpanned as he finished taking off his shoes. He moved past Reita and into Ruki's apartment, wondering whether or not he should take his jacket off as the apartment was fairly warm. “Where's Ruki?” he asked, doing a quick scan of the area before him. “I have his sunglasses and some medicine I thought he could use.”
Reita gave a nod towards the bedroom. “He throws a tantrum at any loud noise, so best to keep it quiet.” the bassist advised, as the two of them walked into Ruki's room.
Aoi placed the medicine he had brought and the sunglasses onto one of the tables. Despite Ruki's loud outburst earlier, the vocalist seemed to have fallen asleep now, his face a bright red. Without a word, Reita stepped forward to the bed and removed the cooling pack from Ruki's burning forehead, before peeling the sticker from another and placing another one in the same place.
Raising a dark eyebrow at Reita's unexpected actions, Aoi suddenly felt very awkward. He stared at his boots, before taking interest in the time displayed on his watch. Yes, watching that small line move each second was much more appealing that watching the almost intimate interaction that just took place.
Reita turned to him suddenly, and Aoi was taken aback by the peculiar look on his face. There was a silence between the two men before Reita spoke.
“By the way dude, you look like shit.”
“Reita, shut up.”
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Comments [Edited]: Half the fic seemed to disappear. I have no idea what happened, maybe I accidentally deleted some of it when I made a small edit awhile ago. Anyway, I've fixed it now :3
Thanks to everyone that read, commented and lurked <3