Captain Morgan, AoixUruha, oneshot?
Title: Captain Morgan
Author: glamamy
Genre: crack, romance, angst? (sorry sugfan!)
Chapter: oneshot (can be read in connection with Can't Sleep and Uruha Can't Sleep but can also be read as a standalone)
Chapter Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Cursing, drinking
Pairing: AoixUruha, ReitaxRuki
Summary: A drunken night out for the GazettE
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
"Ahhh" Uruha sighed as he took another sip of his choice of poison - Captain Morgan and coke. He had purchased the near empty bottle of rum from the bar and was currently enraptured staring at the label.
"Hey Kai! I have just concluded that if Captain Mogans was a real man, I would fuck his hat off" Uruha slurred to Kai. "Like he's awesome...Look at him! And his wee hat he's so fucking sexy and he makes me feel all good inside. I fucking bet his dick would taste like rum. I like rum. Rum is goooooood. He's even got a cape!"
What had begun as a quiet drink to celebrate the completion of their album had turned into a full blown sesh. And there was not one responsible adult amongst them. Ruki and Reita who normally refrained from drinking were perfectly demonstrating why. They could not keep their hands off of eachother even though the were in public. Ruki was straddling the bassists lap, rolling his hips in time with the music and engaging in some serious lip locking. But with Uruha declaring his love for Captain Morgan Ruki tore himself away from Reita's lips to put his two cents in. "Ye could always fuck yourself with the bottle." The horny vocalist smirked before leaning down and claiming his noseless lovers lips again.
Kai and Aoi giggled at this ludicrous idea, until Aoi noticed Uruha's intense glare at the bottle, "Hey Uru-chan don't get any funny ideas!" the silver hair guitarist joked ruffling Uruha's hair.
"It ain't that crazy you can do that sorta thing, I've seen videos of it!" he protested pouting at getting his hair messed up.
"Uruha! It's glass and thats disgusting!" the band leader cried in aghast.
"Dude... you seriously need to get laid." Reita said glancing up.
"It'll totally be like one guy one jar!" Ruki cried excitedly.
"What the fuck is that? Is is anything like two girls one cup?!" Aoi asked opened mouthed.
"Teeheehee. Kinda but more sadistically funny!" Ruki giggled slipping off the blonde's knee to take out his iphone and get the video up. "Here, come gather round and watch it."
"Bahaha you sound like your telling children to gather round." Aoi laughed as he scootched round partially leaning over Uruha to get a better look at the tiny screen.
"Aren't you joining us Kai?" Ruki teased knowingly
"Uh uh! Nooo way. I still have mental scars from when you made me watch two girls one cup. There is no way I'm going to watch this! My stomach is in too delicate a state." The drummer protested edging away from them.
"Ok then suit yourself. But we're never gonna tell you what happened and it's gonna slowly drive you mad. The never ending curiosity will kill you."
"Oh don't worry, I think I'll survive quite ok." he huffed folding his arms over his chest.
"Ok well I'm starting it now!" Ruki yelled excitedly.
They all gathered around closer.
They looked passive
They cringed
They paled
They gasped
They looked horrified
Uruha hid his face in Aoi's shoulder cowering away from it
The video kept playing
They looked even more horrified and a disgusted cry left Aoi's lips.
Uruha crawled onto Aoi's lap and snuggled into his neck to get the images out of his head.
Kai's curiosity was getting the better of him as predicted. He pricked his ears up trying to listen in on what was happening in the video over the bars music only hearing one shuttering cry before the video ended.
"What. The. Fuck... Dude... That was like the most disturbing thing I've ever seen." The eldest said looking at Reita in shock.
The noseless freak just laughed "Bahahaha! I know and when the thing breaks and... ha!... fuck I thought it would be easier to watch the second time around but that was pretty intense."
"I think I was a little bit sick in my mouth" Uruha mumbled from his safe spot in Aoi's neck whilst Aoi rubbed his back comfortingly
"But to be honest, fair going to the man, he kept quiet until the very end. I couldn't!"
"I know it was crazy!"
"And like picking it out so calmly!"
"And how it was all dripping!!"
Aoi and Reita talked animatedly like this for quite some time. And now that Uruha had calmed down from the trauma of one man one jar, he was feeling very comfortable on top of his fellow guitarist. With the gentle rise and fall of Aoi's chest and the never ending gentle rubbing on his back he was being thrown into a relaxed drunken stupor. And looking up at the silver haired' chin he could not help but stare and smile. The rum tingling through his system making him feel relaxed and content.
Ruki on the other hand was getting restless. He had been drinking gin all night. Gin is the most dangerous drink. You have to be very careful whilst drinking it. You also have to be 45, female and sitting on some stairs. Because gin isn't so much as a drink as a mascara thinner. By the end of the night a gin drinker will be crying something like 'nobody likes my shoes' or 'I made fifty fucking vouluvaunts and not one of you, not one of you said thank you!' Tonight the little vocalist had chosen upon the classic gin drinker quote of:
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP! Shut up!! This song is ALL about me!" he cried as he jumped up and staggered to the dance floor dragging a disgruntled and awkward Reita with him. "Come Rei-rei! Dance with me! Make me forget about the big bad man and his jar!" Reita was definitely not a dancer, he could headbang ok and bop about whilst hiding behind his bass but put him out on the dancefloor to dance by himself and he was your typical embarrassing dad dancing at a wedding style of movement. However luckily for him Ruki's idea of dancing wasn't the type you get at a family wedding. Ruki was essentially dry humping and grinding against his lover and Reita was more than happy to 'dance' with him like this.
Since his conversation had been cut short Aoi looked down at the man on his knee only to find two amber eyes staring back at him. He suddenly felt very awkward remembering the lewd dreams he had been having about his fellow guitarist. At such close proximity Uruha was stunningly beautiful. His skin looked so soft, his lips so plump and his features so delicate it was easy to see why people confused him for a girl at times. Maybe having thoughts of sleeping with him didn't make him gay, Aoi began to think as he stared transfixed by his face. He's so effeminate its easy to see why a man would be attracted to him, he's like a woman but more beautiful. But what was it that made him more attractive than a woman. Was it the strong, firm body that was currently sitting on Aoi's lap? Was it his deep, yet gentle voice? Was it his smell? A mixture of the comforting smelling cigarettes, the sweet smell of rum and a smell that was just simply Uruha? Or was the fact that it was Uruha, that made him so attractive? His personality, his sense of humor, his friendship? All these thoughts plagued Aoi's mind as he stared down into his friends eyes.
He quickly tried to make small talk to take his mind off things, but in his drunken state all he could think of was the last conversation they had, "Eto... see you shouldn't do that with a bottle."
The oldest member of the band mentally facepalmed 'Great going Shiroyama when trying not to think about fucking your best friend chat about him fucking himself with that bottle on the table.' He thought to himself.
"I wasn't going to! And its your fault it even crossed my mind anyway!"
"My fault? How's it my fault?!"
"You... you sit there looking all sexy and making me all horny but being all straight and it ain't fair!"
"Wa..WHAT??!"
"Oh don't act like you don't know it" Uruha slurred hiccuping slightly. "You...you! You sit there with your lips that just need to be kissed and your smile that makes me wanna...gah... i can't even think of the words but you are hot and I wanna do naughty things to you. Ohhh and you body!! That ass and those hips should be illegal. And the way your arms and chest look so strong and... fuck how can you look surprised you have that confident swag about you. It's like you know your the shit and bitches just gotta deal with it! And you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT!?" he asked poking the other's chest for effect.
"What?" Aoi asked flabbergasted.
"I fucking respect you. RESPECT! R- E- S- P- E- C FUCKING T! Respect! I fucking respect you too much to even jerk off thinking about you. Because I respect you too much! Aretha Franklin got no shit on me! I know that you are straight and like vagina and would therefore be disgusted in me doing things like that think of you...tarnishing your good name as I call it when I cum." Uruha looked up at the target of his affections with bleary, red, watering eyes, his bottom lip trembling. "And I'm sooo tired, so fucking tired. I haven't slept in days because I keep thinking about you. And your so nice...and your so loverly." Full blown tears where pouring down the younger's face as he drunkenly poured his heart out to Aoi. Chances are he wouldn't remember half of this tomorrow and it was probably best so as to save him some embarrassment.
"And your sooo pwetty and I ...mffft!" he wasn't able to finish his sentence as a pair of soft plush lips pressed firmly against his. As quickly as they connected they separated.
"Huh?" was all Uruha could say once the parted, his eyes large and blinking away tears staring back into the equally surprised onyx black eyes of the other guitarist. They stared at eachother for a good 30 seconds before Uruha's lips transformed from an O to a devilish smirk.
"Hurhurhur... you kissed me."
"N...no I didn't"
"You sooo did. You kissed me."
"You're drunk, you're just imagining things." Aoi frowned his cheeks turning bright red.
"Ahahaha no I'm not! You ki~ssed me, you want to ma~rry me, you really lo~ve me."
"Shut up!"
"Make me!"
And with that Aoi sealed his lips with a kiss again
***
Authors Note:
OK! I'm soooo sorry still no smut!
This may only stay up for a while cuz I was drunk whilst writing this... haven't even proof read it so my apologies for the shittyness and any irish slang used that doesnt make sense to everyone else! So I'll probably delete it in the morning
Mostly based on true experiences...quoted Dylan Moran in the middle
Comments = love and I try my best to always reply. Let me know what you think about the drunken fanfiction..thing...can't remember worrrdz.
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Author: glamamy
Genre: crack, romance, angst? (sorry sugfan!)
Chapter: oneshot (can be read in connection with Can't Sleep and Uruha Can't Sleep but can also be read as a standalone)
Chapter Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Cursing, drinking
Pairing: AoixUruha, ReitaxRuki
Summary: A drunken night out for the GazettE
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
"Ahhh" Uruha sighed as he took another sip of his choice of poison - Captain Morgan and coke. He had purchased the near empty bottle of rum from the bar and was currently enraptured staring at the label.
"Hey Kai! I have just concluded that if Captain Mogans was a real man, I would fuck his hat off" Uruha slurred to Kai. "Like he's awesome...Look at him! And his wee hat he's so fucking sexy and he makes me feel all good inside. I fucking bet his dick would taste like rum. I like rum. Rum is goooooood. He's even got a cape!"
What had begun as a quiet drink to celebrate the completion of their album had turned into a full blown sesh. And there was not one responsible adult amongst them. Ruki and Reita who normally refrained from drinking were perfectly demonstrating why. They could not keep their hands off of eachother even though the were in public. Ruki was straddling the bassists lap, rolling his hips in time with the music and engaging in some serious lip locking. But with Uruha declaring his love for Captain Morgan Ruki tore himself away from Reita's lips to put his two cents in. "Ye could always fuck yourself with the bottle." The horny vocalist smirked before leaning down and claiming his noseless lovers lips again.
Kai and Aoi giggled at this ludicrous idea, until Aoi noticed Uruha's intense glare at the bottle, "Hey Uru-chan don't get any funny ideas!" the silver hair guitarist joked ruffling Uruha's hair.
"It ain't that crazy you can do that sorta thing, I've seen videos of it!" he protested pouting at getting his hair messed up.
"Uruha! It's glass and thats disgusting!" the band leader cried in aghast.
"Dude... you seriously need to get laid." Reita said glancing up.
"It'll totally be like one guy one jar!" Ruki cried excitedly.
"What the fuck is that? Is is anything like two girls one cup?!" Aoi asked opened mouthed.
"Teeheehee. Kinda but more sadistically funny!" Ruki giggled slipping off the blonde's knee to take out his iphone and get the video up. "Here, come gather round and watch it."
"Bahaha you sound like your telling children to gather round." Aoi laughed as he scootched round partially leaning over Uruha to get a better look at the tiny screen.
"Aren't you joining us Kai?" Ruki teased knowingly
"Uh uh! Nooo way. I still have mental scars from when you made me watch two girls one cup. There is no way I'm going to watch this! My stomach is in too delicate a state." The drummer protested edging away from them.
"Ok then suit yourself. But we're never gonna tell you what happened and it's gonna slowly drive you mad. The never ending curiosity will kill you."
"Oh don't worry, I think I'll survive quite ok." he huffed folding his arms over his chest.
"Ok well I'm starting it now!" Ruki yelled excitedly.
They all gathered around closer.
They looked passive
They cringed
They paled
They gasped
They looked horrified
Uruha hid his face in Aoi's shoulder cowering away from it
The video kept playing
They looked even more horrified and a disgusted cry left Aoi's lips.
Uruha crawled onto Aoi's lap and snuggled into his neck to get the images out of his head.
Kai's curiosity was getting the better of him as predicted. He pricked his ears up trying to listen in on what was happening in the video over the bars music only hearing one shuttering cry before the video ended.
"What. The. Fuck... Dude... That was like the most disturbing thing I've ever seen." The eldest said looking at Reita in shock.
The noseless freak just laughed "Bahahaha! I know and when the thing breaks and... ha!... fuck I thought it would be easier to watch the second time around but that was pretty intense."
"I think I was a little bit sick in my mouth" Uruha mumbled from his safe spot in Aoi's neck whilst Aoi rubbed his back comfortingly
"But to be honest, fair going to the man, he kept quiet until the very end. I couldn't!"
"I know it was crazy!"
"And like picking it out so calmly!"
"And how it was all dripping!!"
Aoi and Reita talked animatedly like this for quite some time. And now that Uruha had calmed down from the trauma of one man one jar, he was feeling very comfortable on top of his fellow guitarist. With the gentle rise and fall of Aoi's chest and the never ending gentle rubbing on his back he was being thrown into a relaxed drunken stupor. And looking up at the silver haired' chin he could not help but stare and smile. The rum tingling through his system making him feel relaxed and content.
Ruki on the other hand was getting restless. He had been drinking gin all night. Gin is the most dangerous drink. You have to be very careful whilst drinking it. You also have to be 45, female and sitting on some stairs. Because gin isn't so much as a drink as a mascara thinner. By the end of the night a gin drinker will be crying something like 'nobody likes my shoes' or 'I made fifty fucking vouluvaunts and not one of you, not one of you said thank you!' Tonight the little vocalist had chosen upon the classic gin drinker quote of:
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP! Shut up!! This song is ALL about me!" he cried as he jumped up and staggered to the dance floor dragging a disgruntled and awkward Reita with him. "Come Rei-rei! Dance with me! Make me forget about the big bad man and his jar!" Reita was definitely not a dancer, he could headbang ok and bop about whilst hiding behind his bass but put him out on the dancefloor to dance by himself and he was your typical embarrassing dad dancing at a wedding style of movement. However luckily for him Ruki's idea of dancing wasn't the type you get at a family wedding. Ruki was essentially dry humping and grinding against his lover and Reita was more than happy to 'dance' with him like this.
Since his conversation had been cut short Aoi looked down at the man on his knee only to find two amber eyes staring back at him. He suddenly felt very awkward remembering the lewd dreams he had been having about his fellow guitarist. At such close proximity Uruha was stunningly beautiful. His skin looked so soft, his lips so plump and his features so delicate it was easy to see why people confused him for a girl at times. Maybe having thoughts of sleeping with him didn't make him gay, Aoi began to think as he stared transfixed by his face. He's so effeminate its easy to see why a man would be attracted to him, he's like a woman but more beautiful. But what was it that made him more attractive than a woman. Was it the strong, firm body that was currently sitting on Aoi's lap? Was it his deep, yet gentle voice? Was it his smell? A mixture of the comforting smelling cigarettes, the sweet smell of rum and a smell that was just simply Uruha? Or was the fact that it was Uruha, that made him so attractive? His personality, his sense of humor, his friendship? All these thoughts plagued Aoi's mind as he stared down into his friends eyes.
He quickly tried to make small talk to take his mind off things, but in his drunken state all he could think of was the last conversation they had, "Eto... see you shouldn't do that with a bottle."
The oldest member of the band mentally facepalmed 'Great going Shiroyama when trying not to think about fucking your best friend chat about him fucking himself with that bottle on the table.' He thought to himself.
"I wasn't going to! And its your fault it even crossed my mind anyway!"
"My fault? How's it my fault?!"
"You... you sit there looking all sexy and making me all horny but being all straight and it ain't fair!"
"Wa..WHAT??!"
"Oh don't act like you don't know it" Uruha slurred hiccuping slightly. "You...you! You sit there with your lips that just need to be kissed and your smile that makes me wanna...gah... i can't even think of the words but you are hot and I wanna do naughty things to you. Ohhh and you body!! That ass and those hips should be illegal. And the way your arms and chest look so strong and... fuck how can you look surprised you have that confident swag about you. It's like you know your the shit and bitches just gotta deal with it! And you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT!?" he asked poking the other's chest for effect.
"What?" Aoi asked flabbergasted.
"I fucking respect you. RESPECT! R- E- S- P- E- C FUCKING T! Respect! I fucking respect you too much to even jerk off thinking about you. Because I respect you too much! Aretha Franklin got no shit on me! I know that you are straight and like vagina and would therefore be disgusted in me doing things like that think of you...tarnishing your good name as I call it when I cum." Uruha looked up at the target of his affections with bleary, red, watering eyes, his bottom lip trembling. "And I'm sooo tired, so fucking tired. I haven't slept in days because I keep thinking about you. And your so nice...and your so loverly." Full blown tears where pouring down the younger's face as he drunkenly poured his heart out to Aoi. Chances are he wouldn't remember half of this tomorrow and it was probably best so as to save him some embarrassment.
"And your sooo pwetty and I ...mffft!" he wasn't able to finish his sentence as a pair of soft plush lips pressed firmly against his. As quickly as they connected they separated.
"Huh?" was all Uruha could say once the parted, his eyes large and blinking away tears staring back into the equally surprised onyx black eyes of the other guitarist. They stared at eachother for a good 30 seconds before Uruha's lips transformed from an O to a devilish smirk.
"Hurhurhur... you kissed me."
"N...no I didn't"
"You sooo did. You kissed me."
"You're drunk, you're just imagining things." Aoi frowned his cheeks turning bright red.
"Ahahaha no I'm not! You ki~ssed me, you want to ma~rry me, you really lo~ve me."
"Shut up!"
"Make me!"
And with that Aoi sealed his lips with a kiss again
***
Authors Note:
OK! I'm soooo sorry still no smut!
This may only stay up for a while cuz I was drunk whilst writing this... haven't even proof read it so my apologies for the shittyness and any irish slang used that doesnt make sense to everyone else! So I'll probably delete it in the morning
Mostly based on true experiences...quoted Dylan Moran in the middle
Comments = love and I try my best to always reply. Let me know what you think about the drunken fanfiction..thing...can't remember worrrdz.
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