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The Social Riot Minds ~Gazette Drabbles~
by ul33
Pairing : AoixUruha Genre : SA, PG-13, one-shot, fluff First Note : v_mint-san previously mentioned about wanting to read a Gazette fic (or the GazettE, I shall say, but I haven’t get used to pronounce their novel name ;p) and here I am, getting inspired to deteriorate everyone’s mind with my first Gazette fic, thanks to my diminishing writing skill *dejected face*.
v_mint-san, this piece goes to you… Please don’t slay me if this isn’t satisfying enough, this is my first attempt on Gazette anyway XD. I hope you like AoixUruha, since I adore this pairing too. As usual, please forgive any grammatical or vocabulary mistakes I tend to make.
Ferociously revving sound of a sleekly modified Nissan growled through metallic speakers, reverberating to square corners of a brunette guitarist’s spacious living room. Said musician’s aglitter orbs were reverently glued to his 32’ electronic spectacle which displayed lively images of a car race simulation. From nimble way his fingers expertly maneuvered his indigo vehicle on screen, one could infer that he was an excellent driver in real life. That deduction was proven by his leading position at final lap, after his NOS-charged Skyline veered skillfully to vast highway and bolted at unbelievable swiftness, abandoning its five rivals behind. He swiped his pierced bottom lip with moist tongue, gloating inwardly as his Skyline greedily devoured virtual lane and confidently sped to imminent victory.
However, kismet had decided not to award him the ‘The Exalted Racer Master’ title yet, as from behind, a fleeting puff tickled his left ear shell and generated bizarre shiver to journey along the stretch of his spine. That sensuous incursion made his digits momentarily slipped away from his black joystick, a minute error which was ample to result in fatal doom. Before he regained his furcated focus, his beloved Nissan, losing command from its distracted driver, spun uncontrollably before hideously collided rigid concrete column, its rear was elevated for two seconds in air from frontal impact before collapsing to grey asphalt with an ugly ‘BAM!’. He exclaimed a loud ‘WHAT?!’, sounding more like a protest to the Racer God, if such deity were exist. A chance of retaliation was obviously zero as his band of rivals passed his steel wreck in an eye blink, flitted that sacred finish line almost simultaneously, stealing his glorious triumph. Swearing less dulcetly, he hurled his innocent controller to oriental carpet and rotated his lean posture to blame his defeat to the cheeky rascal behind him.
“Damn it, Uruha! I was so dire close to winning! What had made you out of the blue puff my ear?!”
Aoi’s object of reproach was leisurely lounging on camel couch, being slightly sleepy due to merciless summer heat and few harmless cans of Asahi. Through golden bangs, hazel wells languidly peeked at his frustrated fellow who perched beneath his spot.
“Sorry, Aoi, I was bored…” He released a guiltless yawn and stretched his lengthy limbs.
“That’s the final lap and I was leading before only few meters to finish line, your out-of-boredom huff ruined my concentration, made my car kissed the concrete and I superbly lost! I was THIS close!!” Aoi ranted, creating a ‘thumb-and-index-finger-barely-touching’ gesture as his point’s emphasis.
Grabbing a plush pillow beside him while rolling over to his side, Uruha chuckled gaily as he observed his seething band mate. Aoi could be amazingly hot-headed over trivial matters sometimes. Yet, Uruha was the only one dared to challenge Aoi’s irascible temper because he perceived that Aoi could never get irked by his playful cheekiness for more than two minutes, something he gladly learned from being bandmates for over four years.
“All you have to do is repeat your race, Aoi, there’s no need to pop a vein! You look unattractively older in that scowl!” Uruha frivolously pressed a junction of veins emerging on Aoi’s temple.
Aoi eluded Uruha’s finger and pouted in dissent, snappishly dismissing Uruha’s mockery about his age status. Uruha still preserved his chuckle witnessing Aoi in his pet, because a peeved Aoi was an even more attractive Aoi. The plunging curve of those slender eyebrows, the amusing scrunch of that nose bridge, and the tempting curl of those plump lips made Aoi seemed like a moping eight year old in a twenty eight’s body. Still reveling in adorable choleric mood of the older guitarist, Uruha sipped amber liquid in his can and wisely informed
“Besides, it’s not entirely my fault that you failed the race. Allow me to recap, you had significantly reduced your ride’s body weight and upgraded your machine to boost its horse power. Those tuning made it mightily soup-up, but also susceptible to spin at high velocity due to its decreased mass”
Aoi’s forehead creased at Uruha’s nonchalant explanation that meticulously pinpointed his vehicle’s vulnerability. Not that Aoi was oblivious to the weakness, that feather-light weight and massive speed were never a great compound in vehicular stability, but he presumed that after impudently raiding his fridge and imbibing his Asahi supplies for the rest of the week, Uruha dozed off instantly atop his sofa and paid naught heed to former high-octane race.
“… I thought you slept peacefully after eagerly robbing my beverage stock” His irritation abated and being replaced by faint amusement.
“Oh, please… I was only filching 3 cans and that did little to diminish my sobriety” Uruha good-naturedly rolled his eyeballs at Aoi’s accusation “Besides, tepid beer from your unplugged fridge didn’t taste that excellent” Aoi stuck his tongue at Uruha’s alibi.
“Still, you pilfered it anyway… If you’re apparently sober all along, why didn’t you join me when I invited you to race? Your participation would spice up the competition” Aoi, feeling somewhat intrigued, inquired Uruha’s peculiar choice of killing boredom.
“Nah… just didn’t feel like playing. Apparently, messing with your concentration was a lot more appealing” Uruha snickered impishly as his rosy lips gradually approached Aoi’s earlobe once again, intending to recommence his crafty mischief upon Aoi “You should’ve seen the look on your face while I kid you” He whispered as he glided artfully, in a wicked grace only Uruha could carry.
There was intrinsic sultriness in Uruha’s voice that awakened another unanticipated shiver from within Aoi’s core. It’s bizarre, that a mere string of tenor could rouse a hundred lewd scenarios in his mind, thus bashfulness of having such impure notions surging afterwards would stanch his complexion with peach. Uruha’s heated breath near his neck didn’t help to placate his accelerating heartbeat either. Sensing scant distance between Uruha’s juicy lips and his flushed visage, he anxiously recalled on how Uruha’s innocuous play could effortlessly disrupt his composure, and now, with Uruha being more determined to ruin it once again, he’s afraid he couldn’t defend it anymore.
As his chaotic brain became temporarily blank to judge proper respond, his unperturbed reflex took the center stage of command, ordering his body to reverse their role by fleetingly raise, grasp the younger man by his dainty shoulders and secure him to fluffy cushion of couch. Uruha squeaked in surprise as Aoi firmly clutched his scapulae, agilely leaped in feline elegance from beneath to above him, pinned him determinedly but not detrimentally before lastly settled atop his femoral extent. Aoi’s pillar of arms confidently erected on his shoulders, sinewy structure of frame efficiently impeded him to stay immobile, wiry built of appendages effectively immured his any chance to rebel.
Dominant became submissive; the captor became the captive, and Uruha was helpless, vulnerably supine under Aoi’s authority.
“Using the exact scheme for second attempt won’t fool me, Uruha. I thought you’re more creative than this” Aoi grinned triumphantly, having succeeded in promoting his role to be superior in Uruha’s game “Now that you’re under my mercy, you must admit your defeat, and then I’ll release you. Else, you’ll stay under for God knows how long” In excitement for simple triumph of taming the famed pert Uruha, Aoi unconsciously scooted towards Uruha’s restricted region.
Uruha gulped onerously. Every syllable echoed too salacious, every friction grazed too luscious, each striking impulse was too overwhelming. The ambiguous implication inside Aoi’s supposedly threat sounded more like a carnal challenge, echoing tantalizingly inside the blonde prisoner’s head. Reflexively glancing south, he nervously gauged proximity between their pelvic area, wishing Aoi to not sit so precariously near but also craving to obtain more sensual contact. Uruha berated himself for having absurdly excited, that this was just a normal, guy-like kind of jest and he had practiced saucier foolery with Aoi onstage. But unfortunately, the overall amalgamate of being pinioned on sofa with limbs lock of an indescribably irresistible guitarist named Shiroyama Yuu fogged Uruha’s intelligence too seriously. His logic had desisted to function, couldn’t even direct simple act such resisting or merely stirring away. His respiration became irregular, his pulse quickened, now it was his turn whose sang-froid went astray.
“A-Aoi…” was Uruha’s meek address, which sounded closer to a plea.
“Wrong keyword, Uruha… You should’ve said ‘Ok, you win, Aoi’” Aoi maintained his complacent snicker. Uruha glimpsed sideways, unable to prolong their eye contact since his face grew hotter and more scarlet-dyed at the sight of sexily dominating Aoi.
“L-let me go…” he uneasily squirmed.
Aoi’s eyebrows knitted at the abnormalities of Uruha’s current state. Since when did the eternally confident, sassy Uruha become so terribly anxious and shy? Was this timid blonde the exact Uruha who had fecund schemes in mischief, and had just performed one of his artful tricks on Aoi minutes ago? Hell, Aoi was willing to take an oath that he never saw Uruha blushed, not while changing outfit in Gazette’s collective dressing room, not while wearing his illegally skimpy hotpants, and moreover, reddening violently crimson like this!
Out of nagging curiosity to discover Uruha’s reason of bashfulness, Aoi intensified his investigation upon the younger musician’s features. Golden locks obscured Uruha’s lambent orbs, but did modest on hiding intense color tinting his ivory complexion. His succulent bubblegum lips were lip-gloss free but appeared lavish nevertheless. His silky skin emanates pleasant warmth and amiable aroma like jessamine and ocean breeze. Each detail examination rendered Aoi more bewitched. This introvert Uruha, being conquered under his ultimate supremacy, appeared far more breathtaking, far more fragile, far more … inviting. Like an iron being attracted to a magnet, a seriously tempting one in fact, Aoi bent forward, approaching his lovely captive
“Don’t you remember my order? If you don’t answer correctly, I’ll…” Aoi spoke huskily then hung his warning.
“You’ll what…?” Uruha hesitantly queried, silently cursing his hideous luck of their decreasing propinquity and his uncooperative inspection on how damnably kissable Aoi’s plushy lips was.
“.... I’ll kiss you”
“Huh?” Uruha incredulously blinked his long lashes. Once. Twice. Double thrice. Hoping for bursting laughter and facetious phrase “Got you!” to follow Aoi’s unforeseen admission, but thankfully receiving none. Lightly grabbing Aoi’s wrists, Uruha mustered his might to ascend himself to sit. Aoi considerately liberated his confinement and descended from Uruha’s thighs, assisting the blonde to new position while landing his own bottom to less fleshy settee. Lastly settling in more appropriate pose, both guitarists fathomed each other in the eyes, searching for some agreement, some refusal, anything to explicate the essence of their situation.
“Are you serious…?” Uruha carefully asked after a long optical analysis
“Does that idea sound… repulsive? It’s not something we’ve never done before. But that’s not a justification for my proposal, of course” Trying to be unbiased on the issue, Aoi inaugurated discussion as bland as possible. Uruha admitted, almost pensively
“I know, Aoi… but our previous encounters are fanservices, something we ought to carry for the sake of fans’ entertainment, directed by a stage script… Not that I don’t enjoy those performances with you. I do, really” Uruha quickly annexed as he witnessed Aoi’s admirable smile faded. Aoi softly exhaled a relieved puff and inferred
“So you’re not considering it revolting, kissing with me” Uruha’s milky cheek gained its flush once more as he ducked his head and indistinctly murmured ‘no’ “But I still sense that uncertainty within you. Uruha, I’m not compelling you if you don’t have the intention” Aoi allayed Uruha, collecting the taller man’s palms in his soothing grip. Uruha shook his aureate crown and then lifted his pink-tinted visage
“No, I’d love to try it with you, Aoi. I just… don’t want this to be like our past fanservices, merely gamesome and easily forgotten”
Aoi caught a blooming confidence and a glittering hope inside those chestnut orbs, affirming Uruha’s implicit permission for constructive vicissitude of their relationship, an auspicious concord to convey their emotion to higher level.
“I’ll guarantee this to be unforgettable” Aoi engraved flirtatiousness back to his beam, dissolving every trace of doubt and glum mottling their conviction. Uruha, gradually returning to his regular good-humored, cheeky self, swatted Aoi’s bicep flippantly.
“Yes, you better be a splendid kisser or I’ll–Mmffh …”
Uruha’s sentence was left incomplete as Aoi deftly sealed exiguous span of their proximity, suavely embraced his waist and nape, gently coaxing his longing physique to yield into the kiss. Instating their lips’ consummation with feathery press, Aoi’s pierced lips brushed Uruha’s smooth one delightfully deliberate, almost stationary, reverently marveling licit expanse of those luscious flesh, a vivid temptation he often fantasized and dreamt secretly which in reality tasted far sweeter, and much more tantalizing. Uruha’s intoxicating flavor of peppermint and beer originated instant predilection inside him, so he went bolder, applying more fond strokes upon those bubblegum tissue. Aoi’s flawless charm obviated Uruha’s consideration, even their surroundings, and Uruha permitted glib fondle of Aoi’s mouth entice him entirely, body and soul. Coiling his slender fingers around Aoi’s mahogany manes while pressing himself closer to Aoi’s taut torso, he emanated an alluring moan, acquiescing for a more delicious friction.
How could Aoi resist Uruha’s seductive request, the way his ambrosial fissure elicited such arousing voice and his honeyed tongue darted out suggestively, subtly demanded to intensify their kiss? Perennial addiction generated from initial savor of the gorgeous blonde’s lips, moans, body heat to his breathtaking entirety fascinated Aoi beyond his logic, how one innocent kiss wholly indulged his five senses until they couldn’t respond to anything but Uruha, how it became thoroughly engulfed in sensuous sensations yet endlessly insatiable for further corporeal impulse.
So he assented, dear goodness he elatedly deferred, extracting his skillful tongue to completely reveal Uruha’s balmy cavern, exploring moist contour of the enveloping alcove, luxuriating at newly discovered territory along ardent swipes of his tongue. Uruha acknowledged Aoi’s uncovered terrain equally fervent, ensconcing his mouth on the brunette’s plush one, pleasuring in divine blend of tobacco and Aoi’s signature flavor, pampering his tastebuds in delectation he’d forever crave. Canting his skull to a more intimate angle, he delved deeper, sucking and licking seeping honey Aoi glutted like it was elixir to enliven his cells. Aoi mirrored his zealous ministrations and massaged Uruha’s tongue proficiently; almost criminally ingenious, challenging Uruha to counter his torrid devilry by identical rough, urgent need. Uruha pulled Aoi’s silken locks and repaid his lascivious raid by sensually entwining their tongue, and for kinky addition, naughtily tugging at Aoi’s metallic lip ring. Aoi growled a feral groan at the unpredicted revenge and ravished Uruha’s delicate lips more possessively, eliciting another whimper from Uruha.
At this point, Uruha’s vocal chord’s output had degenerated to needy groans and whimpers. Their righteous lips ligature had rapidly advanced to frenzied tongue coalition, bearing heavier exigencies and necessity, unleashing latent desire, as if they were now breathing by devouring each other’s lips, sweet essence of their mouth as oxygen for the alveoli. Exulting in sinful gratification Aoi liberally offered, Uruha vouchsafed himself under Aoi’s apotheosis of inveiglement. Aoi was indeed an amazing kisser, as his pliant lips expertly fondled, tormented, claimed Uruha’s in such lustful, passionate manner he had never dreamt before, even the slightest maneuver Aoi created felt wonderfully erotic and left him pining for more.
All great things, or mind-blowing kiss in this matter, had to come to an ending. Lungs were created to facilitate regular respiration and not raunchy, erratic kiss after all. Their respective lungs had desperately screamed for proper air intake, and they had to reluctantly declare their required respite. Unwillingly disjoining their interlocking lips, Aoi was the first to detangle their physical unification while Uruha still fervently clung to Aoi’s strong cradle. Aoi granted one earnest peck to Uruha’s forehead to persuade Uruha to sit independently again.
“…I hope that was good enough” Aoi modestly stated, though his overall features obviously gleaming with contentment.
“God, Aoi, that was the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had!” Uruha incredulously chided Aoi at his too-humble usage of euphemism. However a sudden revelation dawned on him afterwards, his elated smile attenuated “But Aoi… what are we now? You know friends don’t kiss, not in such intimate way you and I had just shared…” Aoi comprehended Uruha’s unnecessary worry and good-naturedly ruffled the younger guy’s flaxen tresses
“Do I even need to enlighten you on that matter, Uruha-chan?”
Hearing the loving suffix Aoi attached to his name, Uruha’s orbs glowed with joyful relief, gratefully recognizing that they were now officially established a stable bond as lovers. Burying his face which was threatened to blush for umpteenth times in the crook of Aoi’s neck, Uruha muttered coyly
“Thank you, Aoi-chan” Aoi smiled at Uruha’s quick affectionate adoption to his name and encircled the blonde’s shoulder. “I can’t help feeling sorry for myself, though…”
In confusion, Aoi hastily extracted Uruha from his cuddle as he overheard Uruha’s odd statement “Sorry for what, Uru-chan?” Snickering in cunning craftiness, Uruha uttered
“For not straightly kissing you while you raced. That would’ve screw you worse than a puff in the ear”
Raising one contemptuous eyebrow, Aoi unabashedly reached between Uruha’s mile-long legs and brushed his palm devastatingly indolent on the protuberant center. Uruha powerlessly arched his back to Aoi’s licentious hands as its adroitness awakened his burgeoning erection. Mischievously scheming for another round to torture Uruha, unquestionably mercilessly this time, Aoi huskily whispered a lethal threat
“I’ll show you what will screw you worse, baby”
~FIN~
ul33 : I wrote seven pages of nothing but how to kiss your friend, how degraded was that?? *bangs her head on her desk* but for someone on writer’s block, I was quite pleased with this piece.
So, do you think I am qualified enough to screw again with Gazette member’s life or shall I ostracize myself to a no-man’s (or a no-Gazette’s) land? ^^;;
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