fic: collection
Collection
585w; pg-13
Aoi/Uruha
For the prompt 2 different tears.
Gave me 2 different tears
After all these years
Tears of joy, tears of pain
Like sunshine and rain
So I hate you (but the love you gave me was so so good)
So I love you (but the pain you gave me was so so bad)
1. Uruha doesn't consider himself one of those people. The ones that cry over flowers, or shed tears of undying love at grand gestures.
That first time, he didn't call it making love. ("Fuck Uru, that was-"
"Yeah, again.")
When Aoi tries to slip his hands in his pockets in checkout lines, even though people stare. He doesn't feel like giggling and telling him to stop.
Aoi likes touching him, kissing him, petting him, giving him so much affection that Uruha wonders if he's allowed to drown in it.
Its halfway through a midnight jog that he finally gives in.
He doesn't run all the time. Only when he cant sleep, when the dreams get a little too scary and a little too real. Aoi's waiting as he turns the corner onto his block, even with the scarf covering half of his face Uruha can sense the grin that splits the other mans lips when he sees him.
"Aren't you cold, running in just that?"
"Your laziness is showing, when you exercise the friction heats you up, try it sometime."
Aoi doesn't turn it into a dirty joke like he usually does, just follows Uruha into his house, into his bed. "What does the running do? Is it a calming thing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You have nightmares."
"I do no-"
"You can't have them if I'm here."
And it hits him like a brick.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm not." He looks away, trying to hide it, pulling the sheet up to his nose.
"You..."
"Aoi. Shutup."
"You sap!"
"I said shutup!" and Aoi shuts them both up, lips smooth and warm. Pulling Uruha tight and close and safe from the world as he feels his heart stutter and melt, pooling into a well.
2. Uruha's not really fazed the first time. He just closes the door and walks out, careful not to trip over her heels laying in the hallway.
He's not particularly upset the second time either, even nodding in understanding at the dip of the mans back. He'd cheat on himself for that too.
Its not that he doesn't care (though maybe it is). He understands, he gets it. They're rock stars, who is he to want a relationship that falls in the normal category? How could he take that whispered "I love you" as a promise that it wouldn't hurt?
How dare he?
The last time though, when he sees fingers with familiar rings grasping at Aoi's back. When he hears the soft "ru-" and thinks for a second that this was ok, it was just another mindless fuck, Aoi was thinking of him, maybe even thought it was him, wouldn't do this to him "-ki".
Its just something about it being somebody that knows him, knows them, knows how he feels, listened he fucking listened. Yet still gets in between.
It was then that the well under his heart filled, overflowed, broke and (who knew heart wells were filled with poison?) spread an impenetrable numbness throughout his body.
3. Its between 3 weeks and 6 months after, that he finds himself left alone with him in a bar.
"Just pick him up and drop him off." Kai had said. Sure. Easy.
Easier than trying to pry his fingers from his arm. Easier than trying to ignore the pleas for forgiveness. Easier than trying not to see the pale stretched skin, the saggy eyes, the tear stained cheeks. Easier than feeling a single stone slide in under his heart, the well rebuilding.
A/N: Um, I don't even know about 1, and my tenses, oh my tenses ;~;
585w; pg-13
Aoi/Uruha
For the prompt 2 different tears.
Gave me 2 different tears
After all these years
Tears of joy, tears of pain
Like sunshine and rain
So I hate you (but the love you gave me was so so good)
So I love you (but the pain you gave me was so so bad)
1. Uruha doesn't consider himself one of those people. The ones that cry over flowers, or shed tears of undying love at grand gestures.
That first time, he didn't call it making love. ("Fuck Uru, that was-"
"Yeah, again.")
When Aoi tries to slip his hands in his pockets in checkout lines, even though people stare. He doesn't feel like giggling and telling him to stop.
Aoi likes touching him, kissing him, petting him, giving him so much affection that Uruha wonders if he's allowed to drown in it.
Its halfway through a midnight jog that he finally gives in.
He doesn't run all the time. Only when he cant sleep, when the dreams get a little too scary and a little too real. Aoi's waiting as he turns the corner onto his block, even with the scarf covering half of his face Uruha can sense the grin that splits the other mans lips when he sees him.
"Aren't you cold, running in just that?"
"Your laziness is showing, when you exercise the friction heats you up, try it sometime."
Aoi doesn't turn it into a dirty joke like he usually does, just follows Uruha into his house, into his bed. "What does the running do? Is it a calming thing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You have nightmares."
"I do no-"
"You can't have them if I'm here."
And it hits him like a brick.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm not." He looks away, trying to hide it, pulling the sheet up to his nose.
"You..."
"Aoi. Shutup."
"You sap!"
"I said shutup!" and Aoi shuts them both up, lips smooth and warm. Pulling Uruha tight and close and safe from the world as he feels his heart stutter and melt, pooling into a well.
2. Uruha's not really fazed the first time. He just closes the door and walks out, careful not to trip over her heels laying in the hallway.
He's not particularly upset the second time either, even nodding in understanding at the dip of the mans back. He'd cheat on himself for that too.
Its not that he doesn't care (though maybe it is). He understands, he gets it. They're rock stars, who is he to want a relationship that falls in the normal category? How could he take that whispered "I love you" as a promise that it wouldn't hurt?
How dare he?
The last time though, when he sees fingers with familiar rings grasping at Aoi's back. When he hears the soft "ru-" and thinks for a second that this was ok, it was just another mindless fuck, Aoi was thinking of him, maybe even thought it was him, wouldn't do this to him "-ki".
Its just something about it being somebody that knows him, knows them, knows how he feels, listened he fucking listened. Yet still gets in between.
It was then that the well under his heart filled, overflowed, broke and (who knew heart wells were filled with poison?) spread an impenetrable numbness throughout his body.
3. Its between 3 weeks and 6 months after, that he finds himself left alone with him in a bar.
"Just pick him up and drop him off." Kai had said. Sure. Easy.
Easier than trying to pry his fingers from his arm. Easier than trying to ignore the pleas for forgiveness. Easier than trying not to see the pale stretched skin, the saggy eyes, the tear stained cheeks. Easier than feeling a single stone slide in under his heart, the well rebuilding.
A/N: Um, I don't even know about 1, and my tenses, oh my tenses ;~;