Title: The Power of Rukis Prose Genre: Smut~! Warnings: Sex.

Rating: NC-17 Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi Synopsis: Uruha's modeling gig brings him into the presence of the intriguing and provocative Aoi. What's a model-turned-womanizing-cowboy to do? Comments: Birthday fic for yumikouri! Happy birthday, you! <3 Ruki stood back, hands on his hips and stared at the set with a critical eye. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The lights were too bright. Dim the fucking lights! he barked. Theyre outside! Not in a fucking ball park! The set workers scrambled around, pulling wires and adjusting steel frames. For all the fuss, not a whit changed. Ruki muttered under his breath and climbed up a rickety ladder himself to fix the placement on a light. Fucking philistine miscreants. He was just climbing down when a tall man with auburn coloured hair wandered in. Sunglasses covered half his face as he looked around, clearly aimless and not caring in the slightest that hectic workers had to scramble and flow around him like water around a giant rock in a busy stream. Ruki grumbled and made his way over. Fucking tall, bitchass models. Who wears sunglasses indoors? Uruha? he snapped out impatiently, glaring at the oblivious blond. Uruha looked around him, head turning slowly as he tried to find the source of the voice. Seeing Ruki but failing to recognize him he continued to look around confusedly until an indignant huff came from the little shiny man. Uhh, he answered, while his mind half-heartedly tried to figure out who this guy was and why he knew his name. He took a step closer in an effort to seem kind of interested and tilted his head

by a fraction. Sup? Ruki snatched the sunglasses from Uruhas face and grimaced. Im your employer, airhead. He eyed the trail of mud Uruha had tracked onto the set balefully. Youre late. Deciding not to allow the model a chance to respond, he turned on his heel curtly and set off in the direction of the hair and makeup station. Follow me. They passed a rack of clothing on the way. Ruki stopped abruptly and pulled out a piece, showing it to Uruha. Youll be dressed in the role of womanizing cowboy. He scrutinized Uruhas thin frame and femininely curled fair hair, frowning before pinching Uruhas arm invasively. Can you even play cowboy? You dont look like you can. Ruki turned away quickly and continued walking, still muttering vehemently. He didnt bother lowering his voice for Uruhas benefit. Fucking useless modeling agency. Always sending me their castoffs. Im going to fucking cut one of their fucking models balls off and send it to them in a box someday. Uruha looked only vaguely shocked by Rukis foul mouth (and offensive choice in clothing- that much gold stitching was just plain tacky). He instinctively sat down in the chair in front of the makeup artist, giving her a sly grin before she swooped in on his face with a brush. He looked through the mirror at his employer. So, you like, wrote the book, right? he asked in a lazy drawl. They told me this was for some book. Whats it called? Ruki scattered some of the brushes and powdered foundations around the workspace, revealing a paperback version of his book titled, A Lasso For Her Heart. Thats if you can, like, read, he responded, voice slightly mocking as he wandered off to threaten the scene director with unemployment. On his way out he bumped rudely into a pretty girl. She slid past good naturedly though and sat down in a chair two seats away from Uruha. Her slim hips were accentuated by the tight laces of

a corset and the eloquent blossoming of a blouse over her chest. She fiddled with the silk ribbons idly while she waited for the makeup artist. After a few bored moments, she leaned forward, sifting through a bag of pencils and looking up into the mirror when she was done snooping. Her eyes met with Uruhas, bold and daring. A flirty smile lifted a corner of her mouth. Uruha brightened immediately at the sight of the girl. Or as he liked to think of her, a place to stick his penis. Indeed, he was quite the charmer. Who are you playing? he asked smoothly as the makeup girl finished with him and moved over to his new friend. He sat patiently waiting while another woman came to fiddle with his hair, grimacing. He ignored her irritated grumbles and ogled the newcomer shamelessly. She only smiled at him, then parted her full lips obligingly so that the makeup artist could paint on a deep, glossy rouge. It was artfully done, made them seem thicker and luscious, almost forbidden. Paired with the high slit that was barely visible under the layers of her skirt, it transformed her into a picture perfect wench. When the makeup was finished, and she noticed Uruha still watching her expectantly, she pressed a finger up to her lips mysteriously and hopped out of the chair in a swirl of skirts. She turned around until her back was to Uruha and bent over in front of him, pulling out the elastic band that was keeping her hair caught up in a messy bun and tossing the long strands free with her hands. The result was luxuriant tresses, waved and curled in a fresh out of bed type fashion. The makeup artist returned to add a touch of carmine to her cheeks, completing the look. That's the other woman, a familiar voice snapped, and once again Uruha had trouble recognizing his employer. After all his eyes were still glued to the curve that started at the girl's waist and ended with the swell of her bottom- he had no moments to spare for looking at people who spoke to him. She's in the shoot too? Uruha asked dumbly, all too interested. Ruki nodded and sneered at the blonde model.

But you can't touch. Your role is the man who falls in love with a single mom and learns to change his dirty, drunkard, womanizing ways out of dedication to her. explained Ruki with a look of loathing towards his model. Uruha was distracted by the word drunkard and immediately became lost in thoughts about alcohol and how sad he would be if he really did have to change his drunkard ways. Right. Ruki frowned at Uruha as if he could tell exactly what the other was thinking and judged him for it. Well, come along then. We dont have all day for you to stare at your own pretty reflection in the mirror. Were already running late. He led Uruha back to set and introduced Uruha to (as in threw him at) the woman photographing in the role of the single woman. The two of you hug each other. Act like youve just found love, like youve never known anything like it. Be dreamy, but not cheesy. Be happy, but not excited. Ruki rapped a knuckle against Uruhas jaw. Close your mouth; youre not a cow. Then he kicked the soles of Uruhas cowboy boots. Legs farther apart. Youre a man for Christs sake. Act like you own a pair. Aoi. Ruki waved the pretty girl from before over. I want you to stand leaning here against the doorframe. You just He sighed and patted Aoi gingerly on the arm. Do what you do. Theyd taken a dozen or so pictures when someone came rushing up to Ruki and had a heated conversation with the irascible writer involving the words sex, sells, and the masses. Aoi straightened up with interest. Finally, Ruki threw up his hands and snarled, Fine! Ill take a few of the cowboy and the whore together. Happy, Saito? Saito looked relieved, if not a bit drained, and nodded. Thank you, Ruki. Ruki crossed his arms and huffed. Doesnt mean well use them. His eyes landed on the

silently waiting models. Well? he snapped. Whatre you waiting for? You heard me. Uruha turned around and looked at this Aoi chick with a look of pure anticipation. It wasn't that the girl playing the single mom wasn't good-looking. Everyone was good-looking in the modeling industry. She was just too innocent, too girl next door. She was the type he could picture outside on a sunny Saturday afternoon, hanging up her underwear on the clothesline without a single suspicion. So nave. Aoi, on the other hand, exuded naughty. His hands made a beeline for her waist as if pulled by a magnetic force, and before she had a second to protest he had her supple body against his own. He held her against him at the waist and allowed her to lean back with a graceful curving of her back. He took the liberty of adjusting her blouse so that it left an even more skin uncovered before asking, How's this? The question was directed more to Aoi than to anyone else- to be really specific, Aoi's chest, as that was precisely what Uruha was currently making eye contact with. Aoi grinned in anticipation. Uruha still had no idea, and it seemed like Ruki had either been too occupied to notify the blond model or simply not cared to. The charade wouldn't go on for much longer. Aoi's voice was too telltale. And hands should have been a more than big enough hint, but Uruha was too distracted to look at those. Aoi stood up on tiptoe, crushing hip to hip together underneath the raggedy layers of cloth and costume, and reached up to Uruha's ear. Uruha's hands slid lower automatically. Its perfect. Uruha nearly jumped out of his skin hearing Aoi the man's response. And then his brain surprised him with a gem of a thought: I can put my penis in a man too. With that, he hoisted one of Aoi's legs up around his waist and pressed him up against the wall of the little log cabin set they were being photographed in front of. His hands pawed incessantly at every bit of Aoi they could reach.

I'm Uruha, by the way, he mumbled, his lips barely moving next to Aoi's ear. He barely noticed the flash of the camera and the unmistakable sound of it capturing the scene. Charmed. Aoi laughed and let his head fall back against the faux wood of the wall. He felt Uruhas lips descend on his neck, mouth latching on as he sucked and bit at Aois exposed throat. Aoi curled his raised leg around Uruhas waist, curving the arch of his foot downward elegantly as the camera snapped again. It served as a good excuse to bring himself closer to the blond model, and he rubbed himself up against the cheap leather of the costume chaps. Using their bodies as cover from the watching writer and crew, he snaked his hidden hand in between them, skirting his fingers lightly along Uruhas groin. He smirked when Uruha shivered under his touch, and he leaned forward, wrapping his other arm around Uruhas neck and shoulders to pull out the hair band theyd used to tie Uruhas honey gold locks into a ponytail under the rim of his cowboy hat. He fingered the bright strands, a sultry smile on his face. Alright, alright, thats enough! Ruki called, just as Uruha had Aois second leg up around him and was more or less preparing to start a merciless dry-humping attack on the brunette. My novel may be explicit but it is not so indecent, he said dryly. Though the cameras ceased photographing them Uruha had no intention of letting Aoi go. He paused, turned to look blankly at Ruki and then went right back for another taste of Aois neck, his hips grinding hard against the others. Aoi responded with a fluid movement of his own hips, completely oblivious to the way the camera crews were staring. Maybe, Uruha groaned into the base of Aois throat, we could take this somewhere else? Aoi looked up and noticed Ruki rolling his eyes. What had the writer really expected would happen? Ruki had worked with Aoi often enough to know something like this was eventually going to happen. Maybe that was why hed been so adamant about keeping Aoi in the background. Well, Aoi winked in Rukis direction, it was too late now.

Aoi licked at the hollow just above Uruhas collarbone, kissing the pale flesh and leaving a trail of dark crimson lipstick in his wake. He reached the first button of Uruhas garishly designed shirt and took the cool plastic into his mouth, sucking on it lightly and manipulating the edges with his tongue until it fell out of the sewn hole easily. Letting the button slide out of his mouth, glistening with saliva, he breathed on the newly exposed skin. Sure. Uruha grinned. Aoi just kept getting better and better, he couldnt deny that. He let Aois legs fall back to the ground gently, one after the other, taking one last moment to grope around his ass and the backs of his thighs. He stepped back only slightly from the brunette and looped an arm around his waist again- his fingers wasted no time in slipping under Aois shirt and stroking his skin. He was pleased to feel Aoi mould to him like press and seal wrap, only warmer and far more exciting. After a few clumsy steps they managed to start off towards a promising-looking hallway. In it, they found nothing but a faulty fluorescent light and the way their voices echoed when they spoke. All the doors they tried were locked, and Uruha was about to head back and try another hall, but the look Aoi gave him told him there was no time for such anal retentiveness. Aoi pushed himself up against the wall and rested his palms against his thighs, sliding them upwards slowly and dragging his skirts up with them. Inch after inch of smooth and creamy skin was exposed with each passing second, his hands traveling higher. As he neared his waist, he let go and the heavy fabric fell into place again with a soft rustle. With a small arch of his back, his hands glided up further, over the corded ridges of ribbon that laced up his corset. Trembling fingers stroked at the ties, and Aoi let out a low, inviting moan, eying Uruha as his hips rocked back and forth enticingly. You know, Aoi mused, I dont normally do photo shoots for romance novels. I only get called in for Rukis. Usually you can find me in the art school. He undid the stays on his corset with deft fingers, loosening them and letting it fall to pool around his waist. Nude. He arched an eyebrow. I find clothes so constricting. Dont you?

Uruha only nodded as he stepped closer, reaching for Aois blouse and yanking each button undone impatiently. He reattached his lips to the other models neck and sucked hungrily, while he finished with the buttons and pushed the cloth off Aois frame. Curious to see what Aoi claimed to display at the art school, he reached for the skirts, tugging them down without a trace of finesse. Once again those long legs were all his to enjoy and he pulled one up around his waist again with a cocky smirk. Aoi moaned, arching his body into Uruhas and shivering when he felt Uruhas clothed erection brushing up against his bare skin. He pressed his cheek to Uruhas chest and licked at a bead of sweat that trailed down the blond models chest. He followed its trek down Uruhas body until he was kneeling, mouth ghosting over Uruhas crotch. Without drawing away, he undid Uruhas belt in record time, freeing Uruhas cock of chaps and boxers in one smooth pull. He gripped the thick shaft, hard and throbbing, and rubbed the underside with his thumb roughly, gauging Uruhas reaction and smiling like a cat with crme while the other model groaned. Satisfied that Uruha was paying attention, Aoi guided the head into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as the wide girth pushed past his reddened lips dirtily. Uruha made a series of sounds that managed to express exactly how much he liked what Aoi was doing. His hands cupped the back of the brunettes neck and he stroked the skin there with his thumbs, occasionally forgetting to do so when Aoi did something particularly interesting with his mouth. He held Aoi by the shoulders and pushed him back, forcing the other off his cock. He stared down at Aois red lips, the red tip of his cock, the tint of the same colour burning on Aois cheeks, and his own red tongue slipped out to lick his lips. Up, he commanded, his voice surprisingly hoarse so soon, and grabbed Aois upper arm to pull him back to his feet.

God, wait. Aoi groaned as Uruha hoisted him back up, hands on both his thighs and pressing their cocks flush against each other. He pushed two of his fingers past swollen lips, sucking on them and tasting the salt of his skin mix with the flavor or Uruhas sweat and precum. They came out of his mouth again quickly, dripping with spit and then disappeared again behind him. Ah, fuck! Aoi writhed against Uruhas body. He squeezed his eyes against the brief stinging sensation, smearing saliva around his hole and then shifting his fingers deep inside of himself, single-mindedly headed for that one pleasure point he was so very familiar with. He only allowed himself a few moments to prep himself before a hurried, needy whisper worked its way up his throat, Now, God, now. Fuck me. He thrust his hips upwards mindlessly. Fuck me, fuck me! Uruha will suffice, the blonde drawled with a deep chuckle, "No need to call me Godalthough I appreciate it." Noting Aoi's impatient look, he smiled cockily, then gripped his erection with one hand and guided it carefully to Aoi's hole, pushing in eagerly. Both men let out a long groan, and Uruha started to just what Aoi had requested, giving sharp and erratic thrusts. As he listened to the brunette's satisfied whines his nails dug into his ass, struggling to keep his tight hold on Aoi. Aoi squirmed as Uruha laboured under him. He clamped down on the thick length as it pushed into him once again, smirking when Uruha let out a strangled groan and gripped him hard enough to leave bruises. Aoi took his own cock in hand and began stroking it slowly, rolling his hips and feeling Uruha slide shallowly into him as he did. Is that the best you can do? he mocked. Fuck me. His lips hovered in front of Uruhas, fingers lightly tracing the outline of Uruhas nipple. Harder. He braced his hands on Uruhas shoulders and ground himself down, letting out a whorish moan. Im getting bored.

No, youre not, Uruha grunted through gritted teeth. You lying slut. Despite his denial of Aois statement he rammed into the leggy brunette, nearly throwing him into the wall with each jerk of his hips. He listened to Aois response, more expressive than coherent, and laughed breathlessly, moulding their torsos together and licking a line up Aois neck lewdly. He reached for the black strands falling messily across Aois face, grabbed a handful and tugged. Aois head followed obligingly, tilting to the side and further exposing his neck. Dont pretend for a moment you dont love this. Uruha hissed as he assaulted the others neck and shoulder. Aoi jerked himself faster, his cock moving up and down in the loose ring of his fist easily with the aid of Uruhas upward thrusts. Oh, baby, do you need me to stroke your ego a little more? He twisted his hips deftly, changing the dynamic as he angled for Uruha to thrust deeper and deeper inside of him. Clenching Uruhas shaft once again, he could feel his own body swallowing Uruhas thick shaft hungrily. Aoi licked his lips and twisted a hand in Uruhas blond locks, dragging him in close for a harsh, desperate kiss. Thrusting his tongue into Uruhas mouth forcefully, he mimicked the motions being made into his own body before pulling away, a line of shining saliva stretching thin between them. Come for me, Uruha. Uruha was already a step ahead of Aoi, and was already spilling into the other when he was told to do so. He groaned and bucked into Aoi, his nails cutting into the flesh of the brunettes ass. As soon as he was done, his needs fulfilled, he braced himself against the wall and watched, fascinated, as Aoi continued to lift himself up, and drop himself back onto the blondes cock. As he listened to Aoi wail and whine, he brought one hand to Aois erection and pumped him quickly, causing hot, sticky fluid to spill onto his fingers and into the spaces between them. The two of them stayed like that panting, the previously provocative brunette now falling silent. Uruha enjoyed the quiet for a while until his legs quivered; his body couldnt hold up Aoi for much longer. One by one, he dropped Aois legs back to the floor and let the other man stand on his own. His makeup was smeared, lipstick smudged around the contours of his lips, eyeliner running because of his sweat. Uruha liked it. He had done that, he had made Aoi look like the wild, wet-dream-come-to-life that he was.

Aoi shimmied into his discarded skirts, gathering the rest of his costume in his arms instead of bothering to reassemble it. Your place tonight? Uruha barely had time to nod his assent before Aoi was gone, disappearing around the corner. It didnt occur to him until later, when he was opening the door to admit Aoi in, that he never told Aoi his address. And, Uruha decided as he took in the long dark trench coat that clung to Aois body like a second skin and the low V dip that exposed an expanse of warm naked flesh, he really didnt care.

Title: Fantasies about Uruha Chapter: 1/1 oneshot Author: Yumikouri Genre: smut Rating: NC-17 Warnings: sex Disclaimer: I do not own the including charachters Pairing: AoixUruha Summary: The younger turns around and approaches the tv-table. He opens a drawer and looks for a dvd. I think you want to see this, the younger says as he finds what hes looking for. He puts the dvd-disk in his new bought dvd-player. He clicks play, and goes back to sit beside Aoi. Uruha turns on the tv with the remote, and Aoi sees that its an interwiev, a very familiar interwiev. As he sees himself he freezes. Comments: -

Once I casually touched Uruhas thigh, you know, when he had those shorts with the legcovers, and ever since Ive had fantasies about touching them Only touching them or? Oh, we go pretty far in my fantasies.

Aoi glances at the other guitarrist as the younger drives with used hands to his own appartment. Uruhas invite came rather sudden, the younger doesnt usually pay so much attention to the older, otherwise than that time when they make music together. He cant for everything in the world understand why Uruha invited him either. Their bandmates seemed utterly surprised as well, when Uruha approached the older and asked him. Aoi thought it was a joke, but as he saw

the others face expressions he got that it wasnt, Uruha was serious with his invite. The way to Uruhas apartment is spent in silence. Uruha is concentrated on the road, his lips pressed together, his usual concentration face. Aoi have always thought its cute, the way Uruha moves his lips when he plays guitar, the way the younger tries not to do that but fails. Aoi keeps his hands on his lap, waits for Uruha to park the car. Feel like home, Uruha says as they enter the apartment. Aoi looks around, its passed a long time since he entered Uruhas home. The wall between the hallway and the kitchen is gone, the soft couch is replaced by a black leather one, the wooden table in the livingroom replaced by a table made of glass. Want something to drink? EhJust water I guess, Aoi replies with a slight smile. Uruha smiles back and nods, leaves Aoi to go to the kitchen. Aoi moves his way to the couch, touches the leather with his fingertips. He wonders if he should sit down, and decides that he probably should. As Uruha comes back Aoi sits with legs pressed together and his hands on his knees, making Uruha chuckle. You seem very uncomfortable, Uruha says and puts the two glasses on the table. Aoi looks up and smiles. I cant remember the last time I was here, the older says shyly, a slight crimson color covering his cheeks. Uruha nods and smiles. Me neither. The younger turns around and approaches the tv-table. He opens a drawer and looks for a dvd. I think you want to see this, the younger says as he finds what hes looking for. He puts the dvddisk in his new bought dvd-player. He clicks play, and goes back to sit beside Aoi. Uruha turns on the tv with the remote, and Aoi sees that its an interwiev, a very familiar interwiev. As he sees himself he freezes.

Uruha? MhJust watch, the younger says and claps a little on Aois thigh. Aoi winces at the touch and pulls his legs together again, parted them as Uruha started to look for that dvd. Aoi hears his own voice and closes his eyes. Once I casually touched Uruhas thigh, you know, when he had those shorts with the legcovers, and ever since Ive had fantasies about touching them Uruha stops the dvd when the interwiever had asked his question. Aoi takes deep inhales, his body shaking. Uruha turns to him and leans forward. Do you remember what you answered? Yes, Aoi replies. Uruha moves closer to the elder. Do you want me to press play? the younger asks as he moves his hand to the remote. Aoi shakes his head immediately. But I like it, Uruha says innocently, with his big eyes and his pouty lips. You sounded sodemandinghorny Oh, we go pretty far in my fantasies. Aois words reaches them both and Uruha presses stop again. The younger stands up and infront of Aoi, his crotch in level with Aois face. The older expects a slap when Uruha lifts up his hand, but insteed the younger moves his fingers to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. Aoi stares as Uruha slowly pulls his jeans down, his thighs exposed to the older. The cloth falls to the floor and Uruha steps out of them. Aoi looks up, wondering what Uruha is up to. Touch them, the younger says. What? Uruha, if this is some kind of sick joke, stop, the elder says, feeling embaressed. Uruha

sighs and leans forward, grabs Aois hands and moves them to his own thighs. Aoi gasps as his skin connects with the smooth silky skin, that he has wondered how it would feel touching them, and now here he is. Uruha moves his hands up, then down. Soon he feels how Aoi relaxes, and he lets go of the elders hands, letting the darkhaired do as he wants. Aoi seems concentrated, staring at the others legs while biting his lower lip. He takes a better grip on Uruhas thighs, squeezing them as much as he can, touching them, moving his hands. Uruha looks at him, and hes very aware of that fact. His hands moves to the backside of Uruhas legs, the skin seems so much softer there. Aoi wonders for a second what the others ass feels like, his fingers trailing underneath the youngers boxer, only a bit, making it seem like he didnt mean to do it. The skin there makes Aoi excited for some strange reason, but it would feel wrong touching Uruha in that way. It doesnt seem like Uruha thinks its wrong, the younger gripping Aois wrists and moving the elders hands to his ass, Aois skin touching Uruhas boxers, and underneath them wonderful flesh. Like it? the younger suddenly asks. Yes, Aoi breathes out. I like it a lot. Uruha smirks and lets go of Aois hands again. He takes a step forward, making Aois nose touch his clothed cock. The darkhaired looks up and sees Uruhas smirk. He presses his lips to Uruhas length, making the fabric wet. The younger lets out a quiet moan as the wet reaches his skin, and grips some of the dark strands that belongs to Aois hair. He pulls the elders head back, leans forward and presses his plump lips to the others shaped. Aoi still holds Uruhas ass when he pushes the other down to his lap, making Uruha sit with his knees on each side of Aois hips. Their lips doesnt lose contact though, the youngers slick muscle licking over Aois bottom lip, and he parts his, Uruhas tongue curls around his own. Why does it feel so good?

Uruha pushes the elders back to the couch, Aois head tilted back as Uruha kisses him roughly. The younger grabs Aois hair again, while the older man holds his thighs, touching the smooth skin. Uruha moans into the others mouth, and soon he pulls the elder over himself, lies with parted legs with the other man over him. What are we doing? Aoi asks lowly as the younger pulls at Aois pants. Youre going to fuck me, Uruha replies as he manages to take out the button from the buttonhole on the cloth that covers Aois legs. The younger keeps pulling until Aoi stands up and removes his pants completely. He moves back to Uruha, who points at the boxers. Take them off. Uruha- Were doing this, and you have nothing to say about it. When naked Aoi moves back to Uruha he settles between the others legs. The younger pulls the darkhaired down for another kiss, immediately prodding his tongue past those shaped lips. Its so wrong doing this, Aoi thinks, with his bandmate that barely pays attention to him, with a man. But he has always been weak when it comes to Uruha, and that the younger wants Aoi to fuck him makes the darkhaired excited. Aoi grinds his hips against Uruhas, the younger wraps his arms around the darkhaireds neck, searching through Aois mouth with force. Soon Aoi feels that Uruhas cock is hard, just like his own is. Suck me, Aoi, the younger says and pushes the darkhaireds face down. The elder pulls at the boxers, Uruha lifts his hips so Aoi can remove the cloth. As Aoi faces Uruhas erection, he hesitates. What the fuck am I doing?

But Uruha doesnt let him think, doesnt let him get out of it when he pushes his hips up and grabs Aois hair. The elder is forced to take in the others length, forced to taste it. Aoi cant help but wonder how it would feel if Uruha gave him a blowjob, as he sucks on the head, experimentally. The younger lets out a small controlled moan, a shiver running down along Aois spine at the sound. Fuck Uruha moans. Take in more. The younger pushes Aois head down, making the elder cover half the length with his mouth. To have some sort of support, Aoi grabs the youngers thighs, holds them tightly. Uruha moans again, this time a bit needy, forcing Aoi to take in more of his own cock. MhSuck harder Aoi! The elder almost frowns. What the fuck does he mean with that? Suckharder? Aoi imagines Uruhas cock to be some lollipop, sucking on it until he feels how the youngers leg muscles tenses, knowing that the other will release soon. He doesnt wanna taste his bandmates cum, not for everything in the world. He stops, earns a few painful pullings from the younger, but soon Uruha seems to get it as well, letting go of Aois hair. Uruha- Ngh, damn Aoi. Im so hard right now, Uruha says and takes hold of Aois wrist. He moves the others hand to his own mouth, taking two fingers into the hot cavern and making them wet. While sucking he makes small noises, making Aoi blush. When hes done he moves the hand to his own cock, immediately pushing in the elders both finger through the entrance. Aoi gasps, feels how his fingers slides against Uruhas inside. Uruha moans as he moves the elders fingers in and out, surely pleasuring himself. Aoi almost lets out a whimper as he sees the younger writhe and pant underneath him, all sweaty and hot. Aois fingers digs deeper and deeper within Uruha, all because of himself, controling Aoi with a hold on the elders wrist. Soon the younger groans loudly, a spot within him is hit.

Fuck me now, Uruha breathes out, removing Aois hand in a movement Aoi doesnt quite catch. Uruha spreads his legs even more, if possible, and immediately grips Aois shoulders. The elder leans over Uruha, puts his hands on each side of the others sides, and slowly thrustes into the younger. A vague thought enters Aois mind as a purring sound escapes Uruhas mouth. Has Uruha done this before? Has Uruha been under another man? A spark of jealousy runs through the elder, which makes him thrust in his whole length quickly, Uruha moaning in pain.

Now? Aoi asks after half a minute of Uruhas adjusting. With closed eyes and parted lips Uruha nods, his grip on Aois shoulder tightens as the elder pulls out halfway, to thrust in again. He does that a couple of times, making himself and Uruha used to the feeling by moving slowly, and as Aoi speeds up, Uruhas moans becomes louder and the heat between them becomes more intense. Oh Aoi Uruha moans while getting eyecontact. Aoi almost moans at hearing the younger, but keeps the sound in with a bite on his lower lip. Uruha moves his hands to Aois arms, clenching everytime Aoi makes a thrust. The elder tries to say something, but only a groan leaves him as soon as he parts his lips. Faster Uruha suddenly pants out, bringing his legs up to Aois waist, pushing the elders shaft further in. A cry echoes through Uruhas livingroom as his prostate is hit, hard and right on. Lifting his hips to meet Aois every thrust, the younger manages to control Aois movements, and his prostate is hit again and again. Harder! Harder! Uruha shouts, so close to climax. Aoi can feel hes close too, his thrust becoming more desperate, his voice nothing but moans. The sweat from his forehead drops down to Uruhas lips, and the youngers moans becomes even louder, more demanding. A last cry is heard, before they both are releasing. Without pulling out Aoi collapses onto Uruha, the youngers shirt almost soaked in sweat. The younger moves his arms to Aois back, embracing the elder.

That was good, he says simply into Aois ear. I never thought I would say this but, it was.

Title: (Not so) Gentle Lie Chapter: 1/1 oneshot Author: Yumikouri Genre: Smut, slight angst Rating: NC-17 Warnings: sex Disclaimer: I do not own the including characters. Pairing: UruhaxAoi Summary: He also wonders why Uruha never has a girlfriend. Never has he seen the other with a girl, never has Uruha spoken about a girl. Comments: for doralice_29, aka my dork/candy-chan Hope this doesnt dissapoint you honey *

He looks at the other, his hair falling over his beautiful face. Hes wondering what the other is thinking about, his eyebrows narrowed and his lips forming a slight pout. Their drummer stretches, the vocalist and the bassist sits on the couch and discusses the live they just had, and what they should do to make it even better until the next day. The frowning guitarrist, the younger and taller one, suddenly looks up, his frown dissapearing and his lips forming a smile, as he gazes up on Aoi. The darkhaired smiles back, before looking away, not daring to look at the other. He suddenly pays attention to Rukis and Reitas conversation, and hears how theyre planning a kiss between the two guitarrists during following evening. His cheeks burns immediately, and when he glances at Uruha, he sees a big smirk ment for him. He looks away again, and fixes his eyes on the drummer, that now holds the keys to their hotel rooms. He wishes hardly that Kai has noticed what Uruha does to him, what he hates about the other, but no. Kai smiles widely and gives Uruha one key, telling him that he and Aoi will share room. He asks if its okey with Uruha, and the guitarrist answers that yes, its more than okey. Aoi just smiles when Kai asks him, of course

the drummer takes that as a yes. Uruha hugs first Reita, then Ruki and at last Kai. When he passes Aoi he puts his hand on the olders shoulder, gripping it tightly, making Aoi gaze into his eyes. The younger guitarrist gives Aoi a grin, his eyes telling Aoi that hell get what he wants, and Aoi isnt able to do something about it, he knows it. Uruha leaves, with his last word hurry, that he whispers in Aois ear. Aoi shudders at that, and Ruki must notice, cause he stands up and hugs Aoi, asking if hes cold. Reita wonders the same, offering Aoi is black hoodie. He thanks them for caring and hurries to leave, for some reason it feels like theyre going to ask questions, and he doesnt want them to know. Aoi walks the short way to the hotel, his bags already there, carried by Uruha. To the others it must look like something extremly nice, but Aoi wonders what the other has put in his bags. Maybe some kind of animal, snakes perhaps. But it doesnt really scare him at the moment, what scares him is what Uruha might do to him. His hands in his pockets, his sunglasses on despite its night. He sees the hotel sign, and he shudders at knowing Uruha waits for him. He continues walking though, remembering last time he didnt show up, the scars on his back is still there. Maybe he should tell the others, maybe he should do something about it. The hotel is almost empty, only a man in a suit behind the desk greets him with a big smile. He tells him that A man told you to hurry up. He sounded very worried. Aoi smiles and nods, asking on which floor their room is, and then he takes the elevator to the forth floor. Typical elevator music reaches his ears, and it makes the trip up seem so much longer. But the elevators doors opens, and he can step out. His footsteps isnt heard in the hallway, a dark red carpet eating up the sounds. He reaches for the door handle, wishing that its locked so that he can ask Kai for an own room. But its not, the door goes up easily. The lights are on, Aoi steps in and closes after himself, wondering where Uruha is. But hes not wondering for long, the blond haired guitarrist lays on the bed, his glasses on, and reads a book. He smiles as he sees Aoi, but the older doesnt get more attention than that. Uruha turns page and continues reading. Aoi wonders what the other is

up to, why he hasnt dressed off and fucked Aoi already, the way hes used to have it. Maybe Uruha finally has stopped all this, maybe he gets what it does to Aoi. Aoi takes off his sunglasses, puts them on a table, and looks for his bags, but cant see them among Uruhas. It feels like someone splashes him with ice-cold water. Uruha must have throwed them out. He opens his mouth to say something to the other, but his chin shakes to much, he cant manage to say a single word. He feels angry, upset. But then he sees them, on Uruhas side of the bed, on the other side of the room, far away from the door, from escape. He slowly approaches his bags, wondering what would happen if he disturbs Uruha. He sees the bag where he keeps his pj:s, and sighs in relief. He moves faster, still quiet, and he sits down infront of his bag. Uruha turns page again, and glances on the older. Aoi bends over the bag and opens it, searching for his grey baggy pants he uses as pj:s, his white t-shirt and a new pair of boxers. He finds his pants fastly, and takes them up and puts them beside him. While looking for the t-shirt, he hears Uruha move on the bed, and he freezes as a hand lands on his shoulder. You wont need those, the younger says and grips Aois shoulder in a harsher grip, turns the elder around and pushes him so he lies over his bag. Uruha hovers over the darkhaired, keeping himself up by holding the bag. Aoi tries to push the taller away, his hands on Uruhas chest, but fails, Uruha always being the stronger, and now he is over Aoi. Uruha grins and puts a hand on Aois neck, pushing the older up so that their lips meets, Uruha immediately biting on Aois lower, making him hiss in pain. Uruhas tongue slips into Aois mouth easily, Aoi not making any resistance at all. Why would he, it would only make things worse. The youngers tongue rubbing against Aois, Uruha kissing the older hungrily. Soon Uruha stops, something Aoi didnt expect. The younger gets off Aoi, leaving him to go back to his book. Aoi stares at the other. Something like this has never happened. Uruha has always hurried to fuck Aoi, never waited, never even tried to wait. Aoi scrutinizes Uruhas face as hes once again lying on the bed, Uruhas eyes seems red, as if he has cried, his lips moving like hes trying not to look sad, his nose moving like when you cry, short breathings.

Uruha? Are you okey? Aoi asks worriedly. Uruha looks up, his face expression changes fastly. He grins and shakes his head to a no. Aoi wonders what that means, but Uruha doesnt seem to bother explaining. He just continues his reading, like nothing had been said. Aoi sits up straight, and without intending to he sees the book title. Friends and Girlfriends. He frowns, why would Uruha read that kind of book? But sadly it reminds Aoi about other things he doesnt want to think about. His previous girlfriends, all he ever had since the Gazette started. Aoi cant remember one relationship where Uruha hasnt destroyed everything. The younger always came to his house when his at the time girlfriend was out, fucked him harshly and always made sure to hit Aois prostate when his girlfriend entered the apartment. Aoi always cried out at that moment, and his girlfriend would rush into the room, depended on where Uruha decided to fuck him. When Uruha had released, he left, even if Aoi maybe hadnt. His girlfriend would at first yell, then cry, then pack her things and leave. In his last relationship he told his girlfriend, Yuna, what Uruha always did. She, to Aois surprise, understood, and when Uruha fucked him, she didnt care. Uruha came over more often because of that, found new places where hed fuck Aoi, but Yuna never cared. She knew, and Aoi was grateful for that. Uruha must have noticed that, because he suddenly made a change. One day he came to Aoi, and he wore a dress. A maidsdress, actually, and he let Aoi be on top, he let Aoi fuck him. Aoi couldnt understand it, he couldnt see what was happening, it only felt so good being seme. Of course it was only Uruhas plan. Yuna came home and saw Aoi on top, and she never forgave him for that. Once again Uruha won, once again he destroyed Aois relationship, and Aoi could never understand why. He also wonders why Uruha never has a girlfriend. Never has he seen the other with a girl, never has Uruha spoken about a girl. Uruha turns page again, and glances at Aoi. The darkhaired himself didnt notice he stared, and now he looks away, a crimson colour covering his cheeks. Uruha lets out a sound, a negative sound, like Aoi is a dissapointment. Uruha leaves his glasses and his book on the nigthttable beside him, and stands up. He takes a step forward and grips

Aois chin, making him look up. The older shudders as Uruha leans forward, wondering what the younger will do, and what that might be terrifies him. My Aoi, Uruha whispers, their gazes locked. The younger leans forward and places his lips on Aois cheek. His tongue darts out and licks from Aois cheek to his lips, licking on them. Aoi parts his lips slightly, feeling a bit dizzy, and Uruha playes with them, nibbling softly. He continues to Aois other cheek, kissing it softly. Aoi can not for everything in the world understand why Uruha is so kind. The lead guitarist grips Aois arms, pulling him up. Aoi leans against Uruha so that he wont fall down, and Uruha holds him tightly, not letting him move. Uruha? Aoi asks against the tallers shoulder, but Uruha just hums the melody of Gentle Lie. Suddenly Uruha turns them around and pushes Aoi backwards, the bed nudging at the hollows of his knees. Uruha keeps on pushing until Aois back hits the bed. The taller makes Aoi go further up on the bed, until his feet lies on the madrass too. The younger feels over Aois chest, down to the others stomach, down to his thighs. He slaps one, making Aoi hiss, then he moves his other hand to Aois crotch, cupping the rhythm guitarists cock. He leans forward and places a kiss on Aois clothed length. Aoi wonders again why Uruha hasnt fucked him yet, why he is so gentle. Uruha continues with his gentleness, his arms searching up Aois sides, his body following until his and Aois chests are right before each other. Uruha presses down, his whole weight on Aoi. The older lets out a small gasp, making Uruha chuckle. Dont be scared, he whispers against the others neck, Aoi getting prickles from the warm breath. Uruha presses his plump lips to Aois skin, the elder wondering why it feels so good having Uruha over him like this, even though he knows the younger normally would hurt him. Uruha gets up on his elbows, gazing into Aois eyes. Once again the younger seems sad, Aoi notices. Uruha leans down and his lips meets Aois, a long breath leaving Uruhas nose, tickling on the olders skin. Aois arms lied lifelessly beside him, but now he takes them up, trails up Uruhas arms, and grips the youngers shoulders tightly. Uruha parts them, and looks into Aois eyes again, a small smile on his lips.

I want you for myself, Uruha says lowly. But you didnt want me. Suddenly it all becomes so clear to Aoi. The girlfriends, the rapings, the supposed hate, the strong Uruha that hurt Aoi easily. I had to do something, I had to hit you, I had to use handcuffs, Uruha continues. Uru And it felt so good Aoi, it felt so good being burried within you. I had to do it again, I needed it. Youre my drug Aoi, my own kind of heroine. I wanted to be kind, but everytime I didnt use violence you would run away. Aoi nods slowly, cause he knows that is exactly what he did when he had the chance. It hurted to see you in pain, it really did, but I had to Aoi. What else could I do to keep you in place, to know you wouldnt run away. Why didnt you tell- I love you Aoi. I cant stand seeing you with a girl, I cant stand that Ruki touches you on stage, I just cant. Thats only for the fans, and you know it, Aoi says calmly, moving his hands to Uruhas neck. It still hurts, Uruha says with a deep voice, near to breaking. I want you for myself, he repeats. A single tear falls down the youngers cheek, dropping down to Aois. The darkhaired pulls Uruha down to a kiss where Aoi is the one who controls. Uruhas lips parts themselves when Aoi licks on the youngers lower. For the first time Aoi is the one who rubs his tongue against the others, making Uruha let out a small moan. Aoi pulls Uruha away, and that makes the younger whimper. It hurts indeed, Aoi says simply. Uruha looks away, another tear falling down. The rhythm guitarist cups Uruhas cheeks, and pulls him down for one more kiss. For some reason it makes Aoi excited, Uruha showing himself so weak. Its not some kind of joke, Aoi can tell, its real.

He bites on Uruhas lower lip, nibbles, licks, playes with it until its red and swollen. Uruha moans, and starts to grind his hips against Aois. The elder feels Uruhas growing erection, but hes not feeling scared, like he normally would. Uruha gets up on his knees and throws off his light colored t-shirt. Aoi does the same with his shirt, throwing it somewhere near the door. Come here, Uruha says and pats the bed, showing Aoi he should lie with his head to the pillows. Aoi crawls up to lie before Uruha, his legs slightly parted infront if the younger. Uruha gets on all four over Aoi, crawling up. He grips Aois wrists, and takes the darkhaireds arms above his head. While pressing his lips against Aois, his hand searches for something under the pillow next to Aois head. The kiss ends up somewhat open mothed and sloppy, and Aoi is completly lost in his mind. He doesnt even notice when Uruha locks his wrists to the beds headboard. He notices it first when he wants to pull Uruha down as the younger pulls away, the cold metal digging into the skin of his wrists. He whines immediately, the feeling awfully familiar. He looks up at Uruha, the younger standing on his knees and gazing down at Aoi. I wont run away, Aoi whispers, but that only seems to make Uruha scared. I cant trust you, he says, slapping Aois thigh. The older whimpers and arches his back. Uruha rolls his eyes, and its obvious why. Aoi cant escape, even if he wants to, not that he would run away if he could, but explain that to the younger. Aoi closes his eyes and waits for Uruha to do something, but the younger seems to be content with the position he has. Aoi pulls his legs together as he opens his eyes and sees Uruhas horny expression. Uruha Do you trust me? Uruha asks, hovering over Aoi. The elder relaxes fully, and spreads his legs again, letting Uruha settle between them. Surprisingly he trusts Uruha, even though he doesnt like the handcuffs.

I trust you, he says, kissing Uruha back as the younger playes with his tongue. Uruha looks down at the other, the darkhaireds eyes closed. Soon he feels how the younger leaves his lips before attacking his chest with kisses. The youngers tounge darts out as he finds a nipple, and the slick muscle circles around it. Uruha presses down his lips and starts to suck, a moan escaping Aois until now closed mouth. Uruha smirks around the nipple, slightly slapping Aois side. I love your body, Uruha says as he starts to remove Aois pants, unbuttoning, unzipping. He pulls the cloth down Aois legs, exposing the milky skin. The older gets reminded of the handcuffs as he tries to reach for Uruha, but fails. Want to touch me? Uruha asks innocently and leans forward. Aoi wonders for a moment if this is right, letting Uruha do as he wants, even though the younger has hurt him so many times before. That thought dissapears as fast as Uruha pulls off Aois boxers, the eyecontact their having making Aoi excited. A moan leaves Aois parted lips as Uruhas mouth takes in the head of Aois cock. Uruha keeps the eyecontact as he takes in more of Aoi, the older staring as his breath comes out in short pants. Uruha has never sucked him, usually the younger only thrusted his hard cock into Aois mouth. Uruha Aoi breathes out, wanting to tangle his fingers in the others hair. Uruha lets the elders cock slip out from his hot cavern. Yes? I want you. Uruha smiles widely, the cute smile he always smiles at interwievs, making fans scream. Aoi feels Uruhas hard clothed cock rub against his own naked, making him whine. Uruha leans forward and places a kiss on Aois flat stomach, before quickly dressing off, throwing his jeans and his boxers away, neither of them wanting to look at the clothes. Uruha stands on his knees and moves his hand over his own cock, tilting his head back and exhaling eroticly. He touches himself, pumps his length before Aoi, making the elder hot and bothered. His hand moves faster

and faster, Aois cock aching at seeing Uruha in such pleasure. Moan after moan leaves Uruhas parted lips and soon Aoi cant take it anymore. Uruha! he yells, his cock probably swollen only by looking at Uruha. Aoi hasnt noticed until now how hot Uruha really is, how he should be happy that the younger wants him, but that doesnt matter now. What matters is pleasure, and Aoi wants it. Fuck Aoi, Uruha breathes out. Youre so hot like that. The younger spreads Aois legs as much as he knows the elder can, and moves two fingers to his own mouth, sucking on them before circling them around Aois entrance. Aoi pushes his hips up, making Uruhas index finger enter. The elder pushes his hips further up, making Uruhas finger slip in deeper. Uruha thrustes in another finger without even making Aoi used to the first, surely wanting pleasure as well. Aoi can lay back, Uruha now moves his two digits in and out of Aois wanting body, Aois breath coming out in short pants. He pushes in a third finger, the ringfinger receiving resistance, Aois muscles trying to get rid of the intruder. Aoi cant say it doesnt hurt, but he also cant say that he doesnt want this. Uruha changes the angle of his hand, his fingers digging deeper within Aoi, almost hitting the elders prostate. Please Uruha, Aoi whines. Uruha looks up at that, nodding slightly before taking out his fingers, the darkhaired feeling empty, though he knows he wont have this feeling for long. Uruhas cock slips into Aoi easily, and Aoi doesnt hesitate when he pushes his hips up, just like before. He forgets everything Uruha has ever done to him just for a moment, cause it feels so good this time. Aoi hates the fact that his wrists are locked, not being able to touch Uruha drives him crazy, but he knows hes going to get what he wants, as Uruha starts to move. Aois lips are parted, staring up on the other as he moans the others name. The youngers eyes stares back at Aoi, his lips parted too, trying not to make any sound but fails as he hears Aois voice saying his name in pure pleasure, a groan escaping him. Every thrust becomes even harder, because his cock is enveloped by a heat he only can get from Aois inside, driving him crazy. The darkharied gives him small moans for every thrust and it makes the younger go faster, trying to keep himself up on his arms, making the angle somewhat strange,

but not unpleasent as he hits Aois prostate, a loud cry echoing through the room. Aoi adjusts, wanting Uruha to hit his prostate again. Aoi writhes, pants, moans. He cant control himself at the moment, strangely aware of how Uruhas cock slides against his insides. The younger lets out a small moan and leans forward and pulls at the handcuffs that holds Aois wrists. He manages to undo the catch on the lock, Aois hands free to do whatever they want. The elder pulls at Uruhas hair immediately, wanting to connect their lips, but instead he tilts his head back and cries out, his prostate hit again. Aoi feels how close he is, nudging at the edge but not quite there yet. Aoi begs Uruha to go faster, harder, shouts the others name, anything to just get his release. Uruha is closing up too, his moves almost desperate. Aoi meets Uruhas thrusts by lifting his hips, making the younger hit that sweet spot again, Aois voice filling the room. Soon enough the darkhaired feels Uruhas hot seed filling him, and that makes Aoi reach his climax, coating both his and Uruhas stomachs with his fluid. Uruha pulls out to fall down onto Aoi, exhausted. Do you hate me? Uruha asks against Aois neck. No, Aoi replies. He feels the scent of sex filling the room, normally he would hate it, now he likes it. Can you forgive me? Lets say like this, Aoi starts as he playes with Uruhas locks. It was only a gentle lie.

Title: Starts with ice-cream Chapter: 1/1 Genre: smut Rating:NC-17 Warnings:blowjob, sex...ice-cream... Disclaimer:If I owned them, I wouldnt write fanfics about them. They dont have the right personality. Pairing: uruha x aoi SummaryWho am I to refuse? I do anything for my master Comments: This is for aoispet ^^ actually she helped me A LOT XD And you know how hun

<3 but I wont write Aoi-chan in this ficIt just sounds wrong (a) hope its slutty enough xD

Uruha eyes his lover while licking on his vanilla ice-cream. The wonderful taste lingers in his mouth, on his tongue. Aoi bought him the ice-cream before coming, knowing how much Uruha likes it. Aoi sits quiet, something unusual. He watches hungrily as Uruha licks and bites his ice-cream. Would you let me have some? Aoi suddenly asks. Uruha grins, licking his ice-cream. Maybe. Aoi pouts. I want ice-cream Uru Aoi says and licks his lips. Uruha continues on his ice-cream, making the flavour last in his mouth. Maybe. How horny is my Aoi today? Uruha asks and raises an eyebrow. Very hornyMm Aoi says and leans forward. He presses his lips on Uruhas, tasting the vanilla. Uruha runs his hand over Aois clothed cock, taking the ice-cream away from Aois lips.

Aoi pushes up his hips and gives Uruha a moan. Uruha grins. I like your needy behaviorYou know that, Aoi I know Aoi says, pushes his crotch up against Uruha's hand and tilting his head back. Thats why I act like this Aoi grins and closes his eyes. He exposes his throat while moaning. Uruha comes closer, making Aoi snap his eyes open. Is that so? Uruha says, licking his ice-cream just infront of Aoi. My horny AoiWant some ice-cream? Uruha teases the elder. Yes Aoi says and licks his lips again. Horny Aoi-kun wants Uru-samas ice-cream. And what little Aoi-kun wants, he gets, right? Aoi says, leans forward, and takes a bite from the icecream. Of course he doesDo my Aoi like handcuffs? Uruha asks with a smirk. Pink and fluffy Aoi grins. Id like thatSo, what Aoi says and pushes his hips up, the bulge growing and his pants getting tighter, do you want me to do? Im here all offering. I want a lap dance, Uruha says with a smirk. He eats up his ice-cream in hast, when Aoi stands up infront of him. Uruha sits up straight, and Aoi puts Uruhas hands on his hips, while wiggling his them. He dances some kind of bellydance infront of Uruha, and then he wiggles his hips down, until he sits on Uruhas lap. There he pushes his hips into Uruhas, Aois hard clothed cock rubbing against the youngers. And now, Uru-sama? Aoi says with an innocent smile, while sneaking his hand between them and grabbing Uruhas cock. Uruha grins. MmSuck me.

Aoi stands up, and so does Uruha. He pushes the elder to his bedroom, and closes the door. There he stands against a wall, grabs Aois arms, and pushes the other down to his knees. Hm, if I do as Im told, what do I get? he says while unzipping Uruhas jeans. I mean, I dont know if you deserve itI mean, handcuffs If you suck me Ill fuck you against a wall, Uruha says, pushing Aois face to his clothed erection. Youd like that huh? I know you would, my slutty, needy Aoi-kun. Aoi unbuttons Uruhas jeans, pulls them down along with the boxers. Well, Aoi says and licks the head of Uruhas cock. I dunno Aoi pouts, but licks Uruhas other head again. MaybeIf you say it like thisWho am I to refuse? I do anything for my master Aoi says with a smirk, and he takes in as much as he can from Uruha. Uruha moans and grabs Aois hair. Aoi hallows his cheeks, sucks like this was his last day alive. After tangling his fingers in Aois hair, moaning and panting, Uruha pulls away Aoi from his own cock. Enough, Uruha says and leans forward. He presses his lips on Aois, kissing the elder with his tongue in the others mouth. Aoi moans and pushes himself up as best as he can with his arms around Uruhas neck. Uruha brakes the kiss to breath a sentence on Aois lips. I want you to strip off your clothes. And dont disappoint me, Aoi-kun. Aoi gets up on his feet, and pushes Uruha to the wall. Like this? he asks, and throws off his tshirt in one quick movement. Uruha grins, and nods. Aoi continues with his pants. First his belt gets throwed away, and he wiggles his hips smoothly. Then he unzips his pants, swaying his hips at the same time. He unbuttons and wiggles a bit, so the pants falls off. He steps out from the cloth, and puts down his hand in his boxers. Uruha grins when Aoi moans. Continue, he says, and Aoi does as hes told. He pulls down his boxers, slightly bending down. He doesnt loose eyecontact though, he stares into Uruhas deep eyes, now naked. He steps out

from the boxers as well. MmI liked it Uruha says, and approaches Aoi. But I cant wait anymore. Uruha throws off his t-shirt, and pushes Aoi against the wall. Tell me, do you deserve this? Do you deserve feeling pleasure? He grabs Aois cock and holds it tightly with one hand, while the other keeps Aoi in place. Aoi moans as his cock gets squeezed by Uruha. Can you just fuck me already? If you start with youre teasing I swear Ill fuck myself, Aoi says with a face that looks both irritated and pleasured. Uruha takes away his hand, and instead he pushes his hard cock against Aois, making them rub together. Cant you wait? he says, and kisses Aois neck. Id like to see you fuck yourself, butIm already so hard, Aoi-kun, can you feel it? Uruha pushes against Aoi a bit harder, and it makes Aoi moan. The elder nods impatiently. Get your legs up around my waist then. Do you expect me to wait, when the sexiest man ever is just infront of me? Aoi says, and does as hes told, taking up his left first, and then, when Uruha pushes him harder against the wall, he puts up his right. He holds Uruhas shoulders tightly. Aoi looks into Uruhas eyes, and whispers lowly Im sorry I cant, and then he leans forward and nibbles on Uruhas earlobe. Uruha moans at the small sucky noices, and pushes Aoi further into the wall. Sexiest man ever huh? I like that. Uruha speaks with a horny voice now, one that Aoi rarely hears. Uruha sneaks his arms around Aois waist, and he pulls apart, so he can thrust into the other. He slides in fast, and from Aois whimpers Uruha knows it hurts. As Uruha is fully burried within Aoi, he waits. Keep going, Aoi says with closed eyes, and a rather painful face. Hold on to me tightly. Aois grip tightens, and Uruha pulls out halfway, to thrust in again. Aoi moans, surely in pain,

but when Uruha stops, he tries to push against the other. I said, keep going. Uruha nods, grins, and pulls out and thrustes in. He does that in a slow pace a couple of times, and when Aoi cries out, he knows he hit that spot that sends Aoi pleasure through his body. God! Aoi shouts as Uruha adjusts so he knows he hits that spot over and over again. Uruha feels how Aoi gets tighter for every time he hits the others prostate. Uruha throws his head back and lets out a loud groan. Oh my god! Youre so tight! Uruha leans forward and kisses Aois neck. Aoi tiltes his head back, holding on to Uruha tightly. Aoi suddenly screams in pleasure. Uruha feels his orgasm building up as he slams into Aoi harder and harder. Thats it Uruha! Right there! God dont stop! Aoi shouts. Uruha keeps going, his thrusts becoming more desperate. Im so close, Uruha breaths out. So close. Uruha takes his arms up and he grabs Aois hair to pull the other closer into a heated kiss. Aoi kisses back, and as Uruha continues thrusting, he moans into Uruhas mouth. Touch me, Uru-sama, Aoi says between the kiss. Uruha moves down one hand to Aois cock, and he pumps it with the same pace as his thrust comes, quick and harsh. When Aoi pushes his hips against Uruhas, Uruha falls over the edge, with a loud groan. He fills Aoi with his seed, and the feeling makes Aoi release too, a loud cry escapes him, couting in both their stomachs. He leans against Uruha, both men hot and sweaty, breathing heavily. Somehow Uruha manages to sit down, with Aois legs still around his waist. Aoi has his eyes closed, and he pants loudly. Uruha cleans his throat.

SoWanna get some ice-cream?

Title: Just do it Author: Yumikouri Genre: smutty comedy? dunno xD Raiting: NC-17 Warnings: handjob Disclaimer: Not owning anything here, exept for the fic Pairing: Uruha x Aoi(top pairing) Summary: Heading for the hotel, Uruha teases Aoi in the car. Comments: Hope you guys like this one!:)

Im starving! Aoi complains from the backseat of the car. We will get to the hotel any time, Aoi-kun, Ruki turns around to the guitarrist, from his seat next to the driver seat, where Kai sits. Youre always hungry, Aoi, Uruha exclaims from the middle seat. Aoi is on his right side, Reita on his left. We havent eaten since breakfast, before the fucking last live! Aoi says. He leans against the window and mutters something about bad service. Kai is to concentrated to care at the moment, usually he would stop at closest MC-Donalds or something, loving Aoi's need for food. Reita, the one who, besides Kai, hasnt opend his mouth sighs. Can someone tell me why Kai is the one driving? Ruki chukles at Reita's irritation. Cause he looks hot while driving, he says with a grin. He leans over and kisses Kais cheek, who doesnt even react. Uruha grins too, resting his one of his hands on Reita's thig, the other on Aoi's.

Can someone tell me who will share room with who? Uruha asks. Ruki turns around completely. Well just draw lots, or something, Ruki says with a smirk. Aoi, who still in depression, turns to them. Doesnt that make one of us outside? Ruki smirks at him. He licks his bottom lip and shakes his head. Nope, that makes a threesome, my dear Aoi. Reita grins to the older, which irritates Aoi.But that gets of his mind, when Uruhas hand gets extremly close to his crotch. Aoi stiffens, and Uruha notices that, so he cups Aoi's cock through his jeans. Aoi gasps, and feels how he gets hard. Ruki, who turned so he faced the road, turns back. He frowns, but then he looks down at Uruha's hand, and understands why Aoi let out that sound. Uruha? Aoi slowly breathes out. Uruha takes away his hand from Reitas thig and shifts position so he can touch Aoi with more comfort. He rubs his hand against the growing erection. Well, well. You get hard pretty fast, Aoi-kun, Ruki grins. Aoi gasps once more, and tries to talk. WhatDidYouExpect? he breathes. Whi-while you guys fucked after every liveI I was alone And we know Aoi is to manly to touch himself. But this is not so manly Aoi, not at all, Uruha says, while pressing his plump lips on Aoi's cheek. Aoi breathes faster, small pants escaping his throat. What Aoi said is true, every one of them knows that. Uruha and Ruki has been together almost every night, Uruha and Reita at most seven times, during the whole month of the live. Kai and Reita was together, and when Uruha took Reita, Ruki took Kai.

Who are uke and who are seme? Well, depends on with who the person spend the night with. Except for Aoi, who is uke full time. And he enjoys it. So the whole not touching himself cause he feels to manly cant be true right? Not so manly being the uke, but but. Its Aoi, and he loves having it his way. Back to the car. Dont be so rude Uru, give him what he wants. Ruki says with a grin, liking every sound, every breath, that Aoi makes. Aoi presses his hips up against Uruhas hand, wanting to feel more. Uruha smiles up to Ruki. He unbuttons Aois pants, which makes Aoi sigh in relief, the jeans becoming far too tight. He unzips slowly, teasing Aoi. Uruha! Aoi yells, wanting him to hurry up. Ruki wants Uruha to hurry up too, but he doesnt say anything. He wants to see Aois cock, which he hasnt for a long time. Uruha sighs and grips the waistband of Aois jeans, along with the boxers. Aoi lifts his hips up so Uruha can drag the clothes down just a bit. Exposing Aois full length, Uruha smiles and licks the olders cheek. At first he just scratches his nails against the seneitive skin, but then he grabs Aois cock and starts to pump it. Aoi gasps and presses up against Uruhas hand, with two people staring at him. Reita looks amused, already lent forward so that he can see whats happening. Ruki looks pretty amused too, but more to the horny side. Aoi tiltes his head back, baring his throat and a groan leaves him. At red light, Kai stops and turns to Aoi and Uruha. For a moment he looks confused, but then he gets everything. He grins too at the vid, but he cant deny that he wants to be the one touching Aoi, like he used to. Red switches to yellow, yellow to green, and Kai gets concetrated at the road again. Aoi gasps and moans. Uruha likes touching Aoi, and hearing Aoi moan is gold worth. He almost moans for himself when he sees hot Aoi with closed eyes and opened mouth. His eyebrows narrows and he tries to spread his legs more. Uruha moves his hand from the base to the tip, not missing a bit of Aoi's cock. Aoi breathes heavily, knowing that Ruki and Reitas stares doesnt make it any better. But does it really

matter? They all have fucked him several times. Ruki gave him a good fuck on his birthday, so whatever. Uruha! Aoi cries out. He feels close, too close. His leg muscles tenses and Uruha moves his hand faster. Aoi almost releases, but tries not to, wanting Uruha to touch him. He closes his eyes even harder. But then Uruha stops.

He takes away his hand, and looks at Aoi. Reita leans forward over Uruha now. Ruki stares at Aoi. All of them waiting for him to do something. Aoi snaps his eyes open. He gives them glances. Uruha! Finish this! he says impatiently. Uruha just grins and shakes his head to a clearly no. Im not touching myself! I havent done that sincesinceIve never done that! That only makes Uruha grin more evil than before. Aoi gives up. He slowly moves his hand to his cock, not knowing what else to do. He imagines that its Rukis cock, since Rukis face is the one in front of him. He does just like Uruha did before, moving his hand up and down his own cock, feeling uncomfortable with it. Uruha once again presses his lips on Aoi's cheek, making it just a bit worse. Aoi gets aware of the three men watching him. He wants to punish Uruha, and he wants pleasure. Hell, he says low, both Ruki and Reita wondering if he said something at all. Aoi forms his lips to a moan, but non is escaping. His hand moves slowly, Uruha looking at the action with big attention. Soon Aoi speeds up, knowing now how to pleasure himself. NghReita Aoi moans. Reita almost lets out a moan at that moment. God, Aoi looks so hot while touching himself! Aoi arches his back, baring more from his skin. He has his eyes closed. Reita looks down. He was right, a visible bulge is on his jeans.

Goood Uruha Aoi says after that. Uruha winces. What a hell? He looks at Aoi, seeing how Aoi must enjoy this. The older pushes his hips up, leaning his head back. KaKai! Aoi cries out. Kai almost hits a car when he hears Aoi, who makes him loose focus.

And then theres Ruki. But fucking release already! he growls.

Title: Be with me Author:Yumikouri Genre: angst Raiting: NC-17 Warnings: Sex, blowjobs Disclaimer: Do not own the guys(wish I did xD) UhmI guess grams and spellings can be wrong since Im not reading ot through Pairing: Aoi x Uruha Summary: Just two teenagers loving each other. Comments: I like the idea of fics when the characters are teenagers, so damtadam! here it is! Oh, and I probably wont read it through before uploading

He has his back to the open door, while sitting on the bed. His clothes are spreaded on the floor, he didnt even care to take them up. The house makes noices when the other enters downstairs, with the key he secretly got. When the one hes waiting for goes up the stairs the houses still dark. No one has turned on the lights, and thats how the one whos waiting knows that its the right person. Ive been waiting for you. Im here now. The only light comes from the weak lamp on the nightable beside the bed. The one who came drops his jacket to the floor. It pours outside, and it thunders. The lightning lights up the almost empty room, very clean and not touched. It even shines. The one on the bed turns and sees that the one who came hasnt undressed yet.

What are you waiting for? he asks. We dont have much time, you know it. I know, Uru, I know. He takes of his white shirt, and he drops it on his jacket. Uruha waits impatiently for the other to get done. He unbuttons his pants with rather shaky hands, then the zipper stucks and he gets as frustrated as usual when something irritates him. Damn! Hell! he swears loudly. Uruha gets up and stands infront of his boyfriend. He helps him with the zipper, which goes down easily in his hands. He pulls the pants down and then the boxers. Aoi steps out of his clothes and then he pushes Uruha down on the bed. Are you sure we should do it here? Its your new guest room, Uru Do you mind? Uruha asks. But the way the other pushes him down makes it pretty obvious that he wouldnt care if they would do this outside in the rain. You dont, right Aoi? No, I dont Aoi answers him. Uruha puts his arms around the others neck, getting small kisses all over his face. When Uruha lays perfectly under Aoi, his head on one of perfect fluffed pillows, he spreads his legs so Aoi can settle between them. But he hasnt any plans of just fucking Uruha and leave. He wants to remember this. Since non of them are hard at the moment, Aoi bends down and places his lips around Uruhas nipple. Uruha sighs and pushes up against Aois mouth. Both knowing its their first time together , and the fact they need to hurry, or at least make sure Aoi isnt there when Uruhas foster-parents comes home, makes it all a bit uncomfortable for them both. But Uruha is ready, he has always been ready, always wanting Aoi to lay over him. Ever since he started the new school with Aoi as his classmate. He has always known that everything would end up like this, messy, and with all he hiding from his foster-parents, but he didnt mind knowing that. Not even Aoi is bothered by that(the fact that they have to hide with the

relationship), he loves Uruha, and he is willing to hide their relationship if that is what it takes to later on have Uruha all by himself. Uruha keeps Aoi close, not wanting to loose contact from the other. Aoi soon takes a bite on Uruhas nipple, making the other letting out a small moan. His lips trails up to Uruhas neck, where he kisses up to Uruhas ear, then bites down and after that licking his bitemarks. Uruha pushes up against Aoi with a small moan, feeling how he becomes hard. Aoi feels Uruhas erection rubbing against him. He lifts himself up to look down at Uruhas length. He looks up again with a smile on his face. Uruha leans his head back against the pillows, knowing what Aoi is asking for. And yes, Aoi crawls back, so his mouth is perfectly over Uruhas cock. His hands caresses Uruhas thigs, while he parts his lips so he can take in Uruha. Uruha gasps at Aois action, Aois tongue making the head of Uruhas cock wet. Uruhas breathing is still normal, but not for so long, when Aoi takes in as much as possible, then letting Uruha slip out, to once again take him in. Uruhas breath comes out in short pants, his hands pulling Aois hair, almost so much so it hurts, but Aoi doesnt complain, liking how the other sounds too much. Uruha pulls Aoi away though, not wanting to come now, when they have done this before, but never had sex. Aoi almost moves his mouth back to Uruhas cock, when Uruha pulls him up so they can kiss. Aois hands are still between Uruhas legs, and know they sure wants to grab Uruhas cock, but Uruha doesnt let him. He knows his foster-parents will be home any time. (Why arent they at Aois then? Well, Uruha is forbidden to meet his boyfriend, so he better be home, not anywhere else.) Fuck me, Aoi, he whispers to the other, whos eyes first widens, then he nods and moves down his hand to his own cock, bringing himself to full hardness when he strokes himself gently. Uruha just watches when Aoi tiltes his head back with closed eyes and his lips are parted so a soft moan escapes when he pleasures himself, which Uruha likes. He smiles and moves one of his hands to Aois neck, the other touching Aois chest. Aoi snaps his eyes open, but moans when Uruhas thumb rolls over his nipple.

Ah he moans out, feeling pleasure at Uruhas small action. Uruha takes away Aois hand so he cant touch himself. Aoi knows what the other wants, so not even now he complains. Uruha gets up just a bit, leaning on his elbows. Aoi wonders for a moment what Uruha is doing, but gets it when the other reaches out for the nighttable, where he hide the lube in the drawer. Aoi helps him, straddling Uruha so he can open the drawer, his cock rubbing over Uruhas stomach. He takes the lube and pulls in the drawer again. Uruha prepares himself for whats coming, waiting for Aoi to take the lube on his fingers, then moving in his fingers in Uruha. He does that, in hast. He almost throws the lube away, when he wants to put it on the bed beside them. He moves down, then he presses in one finger through Uruhas entrance. Uruha moans and grips the sheat that is under them, Aoi resting on one hand while moving out his finger. He takes in two this time, making Uruha moan louder. Aoi didnt expect Uruha do be like this, not ashamed at all, just wanting Aoi do fuck him as soon as possible. Okey, Uruha isnt a virgin or something, not Aoi either, being two years older and having his own appartment, but its their first time, and Aoi feels nerves coming. He wants to pleasure Uruha the best he can, but he isnt so sure he can do that. He doesnt know why he feels so insecure now, his fingers still moving in and out. Uruha moans loudly, gripping the sheats even harder when Aois fingers finds that spot that makes Uruha shiver in pleasure. Aoi moves his hand to his own cock, pleasuring himself once again. Uruha grips Aois hand, makes a last thrust with it and then he takes Aois fingers out. Aoi shifts position so his cock touches Uruhas, his hands on each side of Uruha. Uruhas hands grips Aois arms, while his legs are spreaded under the other. (Both boys desided not having a condom involved months ago) Aoi swallows when his cock moves through Uruhas entrance for the first time. Uruha moans and Aoi tries not to. He bites his lower lip, not wanting any sound to escape at the moment. When he is fully burried in Uruha, he waits. He knows it burns badly in Uruha, but Uruha doesnt give Aoi time to wait. Indeed ,it burns, but he wants Aoi now.

Please, Aoi, he says to the other. He pushes his hips up against Aois,showing him he can move. Aoi lets out a surprised moan, but pulls out and thrustes in again. UhnUruha moans. It still hurts, but the pleasure gets the advantage. When Aoi makes his third trust, Uruha moans in just pleasure. I love you, UruAoi whispers to the other. Uruha cries out as Aoi hits his prostate, and Aoi likes the sound so much, so he hits that spot again. Uruha arches his back, adjusts, makes the angle better for them both. Aois thrusts in harder when he is more comfortable, also Uruha feels it better. Aois breathing is ,if possible, more erotic than Uruhas at the moment, Uruha so tight. Uruhas grip on Aois arms tightens. He pushes himself up to meet with Aoi each time Aoi thrustes into. Aoi gets a small wonder of how many times Uruha has done this, but its a really small thought that disappears as soon as Uruha cries out again, this time calling the others name. Aoi feels close, too close. He wants it to never stop, but he is aware of Uruhas foster-parents coming home any minute now. So he wants Uruha to come good, most of all, he wants himself to come good. The pleasure blinds him from everything else. I cantI cant!Oh, Aoi! Uruha cries out. Aoi groans loudly as Uruha pushes up one last time, before releasing. He coats both their stomachs with the liquid, that you can call his. He breathes heavily, his body trying to recover. Aoi gently pulls out. Aoi leans over Uruha for a kiss, when he tries to get his weight to one hand, the other moving down to his crotch. Uruha sees Aois hand trailing down, so he changes their positions. Now Uruha is the one on top, and he sure likes it. He grins at Aois surprised face, liking how the other frowns and opens his mouth to protest. But Uruha doesnt give him time for that. He lowers his head between Aois legs, then he takes in Aois cock gently. Aoi gasps and before stopping himslef he thrustes up into Uruhas mouth. Uruha sucks harshly, Aoi already so close. Aoi moans like theres no tomorrow, Uruha liking it so much. Soon Aoi releases in Uruhas mouth while groaning out the others name.

Uruha comes up to his face, giving his lover a kiss. Then they both hears the car outside.

Before Uruha gets time to say hurry, Aoi already jumped out of bed searching for his clothes that is in a clothe-heap. As he finds his boxers Uruha also hurries to dress, not wanting his fosterparents to walk in and see him naked. When Aoi is fully dressed, they hear the door open downstairs. Aoi leans in for a kiss, a not so long, but a very loving kiss. You can move in with me as soon as you get 18, hun, he says to Uruha. Uruha nods, and almost pushes Aoi away to the window, which has a ladder right outside, thats why Uruha chose the guest room. I love you, they both say at the same time. Aoi smiles and opens the window. They hear Uruhas foster-parents speak loudly downstairs, like always. Uruha sighs and sits down on the bed. Aoi waits, looks at Uruha with loving eyes. He forms the words I love you, before climbing out the window and putting one of his feets on the ladder. When Uruhas foster-parents has shut the door, Aoi decides to climb out completely. Uruha sees how Aoi disappears, and he hears his foster-mums footsteps on the stairs. Uruha! What are you doing in the guestroom?! And look at the sheats! God! Get your ass out of here! she growls to him. Uruha glances at the window, before nodding and getting up from the bed. He notices that Aoi dropped the key Uruha gave him, so he takes it up and puts it quickly into his pocket. He hears his foster-mum mutter when he leaves the room and heads for his own. As soon as he enters the room he walks to the window. He opens it and looks out.

Aoi stands there, watching him, knew Uruha would come and see if he still was there. He looks up, with a serious face. Uruha leans against the windowsill. Uruha shows the key to Aoi, who frowns and looks through his pockets. He looks up again and smiles. Uruha smiles back.

What can you call this? Its just two teenagers loving each other, only one of them has a hinder to climb over before they can truly be together. And hes going to get there, just two years away.