Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 9A/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 9A/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language, sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha for this chapter
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: One day in Mizer House while everyone was gone for summer break. Everyone, except Aoi and Uruha. This is my little gift to everyone who has read Mizer House thus far. To the readers: yes, it's what you think it is. Thank you all so much!
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine}
Summer always grated on Aoi’s nerves. He disliked the annoying sunlight stabbing his eyelids, forcing him awake. He hated the sticky, oily feeling all over his body as he woke up in a puddle of sweat-drenched sheets. The ancient facilities of Mizer House and its lack of air conditioning made it feel like the very mouth of hell.
And his roommate so intensely typing away on his laptop just made waking up to this hellhole even more exasperating.
“God fucking DAMMIT, Uruha,” Aoi groaned as he descended from the top bunk. “Apparently no single part of you can shut the hell up. Not even your fingers.”
“I was trying to drown you out,” Aoi heard his roommate retort dryly. “You snore like a freight train.”
Aoi squinted at the sight of his roommate laying on the bottom bunk, his laptop reclined on his folded legs. The blinding sight of sunlight directly hitting Uruha’s blonde hair and the paper white exposed skin from his wifebeaters and his boxers made the brunette’s head hurt. “Like you’re any better. You snore like a foghorn.”
Uruha rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he was working on with his laptop, furiously tapping away on a battered keyboard and making his typing even louder. He fully intended to piss Aoi off even more.
Success.
“I’m gonna go wash up,” the brunette announced as he fished out a towel and a dopp kit from the closet they shared. Maybe less of this heat would make putting up with Uruha easier, he thought. He took one more look at the blonde and frowned at how he made that corner of their small room so bright. Beautiful, but so nauseatingly bright.
“Yeah, go take a bath, Shiroyama. Even basketball players shower after four periods, you know,” Uruha remarked without looking up from his laptop’s screen, completely ignoring Aoi giving him the finger before he stepped out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Uruha sighed as he erased the last sentence he typed, one character at a time.
Why do you have to be so fucking gorgeous?
The blonde folded his laptop closed and placed it on the desk he and Aoi shared, contemplating on using another person’s room, while everyone else had gone and left for summer break and only he and Aoi remained in Mizer House. Or at least until Aoi’s departure for Mie the next day.
Uruha then went back on his bed, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried not to move. The heat was slightly more bearable when he kept still, he thought. The image of Aoi with sweat dripping down his chest, however…
His heart jumped at the sound of Aoi barging back into the room. It raced at the sight of the brunette’s bare, toned back as he deposited his stuff back in their closet. “Well, that was fast,” Uruha muttered. “I was starting to enjoy the douchebag-free environment.”
“It’s hard to free yourself from that when you’re the pollutant, Uruha,” Aoi retorted. “You know the one and only perk of having you as a roommate? I get to tell your fanboys that I have you under me every single night.”
“I bet you would give anything for that.”
The brunette turned around, surprised. “Are you offering?”
“You wish,” Uruha answered as he shifted on his bed and lay on his side. “Back the fuck off, or I’ll kick your ass.”
The smirk on Uruha’s face quickly transformed into a frown as Aoi grabbed his shoulder and pulled violently and rolled Uruha on his back. Aoi placed both of his hands on the blonde’s shoulders, pinning him down. Aoi kept the smirk on his face, resisting the urge to tell Uruha how utterly delectable he looked from that angle. “Kick my ass? Do it.”
“You know I can,” Uruha replied. And he could. He once sent this asshole flying with one hand. He did it before, so he can most certainly do it again. And the lightweight idiot was pinning his shoulders down, but his hands were totally free. Why Uruha refused to move, he didn’t understand.
“Yes, you can,” Aoi replied, his voice now a whisper as he drew his face closer to the blonde’s. “But will you?”
Uruha felt himself melting at the summer heat and the feeling of Aoi’s warm lips clinging and lingering on his. For a moment the blonde forgot how to use his arms, but by the time he remembered, his arms were sliding on Aoi’s bare back. Aoi’s breath left him in a wordless rush as Uruha parted his lips.
Both of them knew this was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. Aoi wasn’t supposed to enjoy the feeling of Uruha’s drugging tongue sweeping against his. He wasn’t supposed to think that his roommate tasted fantastic. Uruha wasn’t supposed to moan into the kiss. There wasn’t supposed to be pain setting up shop in between his thighs.
“Have you been drinking my coffee?” Aoi whispered as he pulled away from the kiss and released his grip on Uruha’s shoulders. Aoi took the bottom hem of Uruha’s wifebeaters and slowly peeled it off the blonde’s pale body. No, don’t do this, Aoi, he screamed in his head, his mind battling with his body, logic warring with lust. No, don’t…oh God, he’s gorgeous…no, no, no…
Uruha engaged in the same internal dispute Aoi did. For the love of all things good, Uruha, beat the living shit out of him and send him to hell. Do it. Do it.
Do it. “I only have to try that shit once to know that rocket fuel tastes better,” Uruha responded, his chest now bare, with Aoi’s lips pressed on his sternum. He hissed as Aoi flicked his tongue on one nipple and rolled the other one with his fingers. “No, Aoi, I haven’t been drinking your coffee.”
Aoi let out a moan as he felt Uruha’s fingers attempting to unbutton his pants. He drew himself up from Uruha’s chest and helped him, unbuttoning the pants himself and sliding them off. I am so fucked. “Then how is it possible that my month's supply ran out in two weeks?”
Uruha tugged at the waistband of Aoi’s boxers and slowly pulled downwards. “I don’t know, Aoi,” he replied. “Maybe you drank it all up. All that caffeine should explain why your panties are in a wad all the…holy shit.”
Uruha’s train of thought came at a screeching halt as he stared at Aoi’s erection. Now Uruha knew that having a small dick most definitely was NOT the reason why Aoi acted like such an arrogant twat.
“Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that I’m pissy all the time because I share a room with a raving bitch like you?” Aoi retorted. His eyes darkened as he pulled Uruha’s boxers down his legs. His breath stopped momentarily as he looked over Uruha’s firm, naked body below him. If he wasn’t fully hard a while ago, he certainly was now. This isn’t happening.
Uruha wanted to stab himself for feeling wonderful as Aoi molded his body on top of his. Aoi closed his eyes at the sensation of electric currents being sent to his chest as his lips met Uruha’s once more. The kiss was much gentler this time. Sweet, even. So gentle and so sweet, it scared them both.
Uruha watched Aoi take a bottle of lubricant and a condom from one of the drawers of their side table. He was gonna kill Aoi for this. Aoi wasn’t going to have his balls intact after this. “I always thought it was the fact that you want to fuck me so badly that it hurts.” Fuck, I didn’t just say that.
No words escaped Aoi’s mouth as he slipped a finger in Uruha’s opening. He watched the blonde’s face flush, and he silently screamed profanities in his head as he slowly slid another finger in. Oh good Lord, he’s so tight.
Uruha definitely felt Aoi’s fingers moving inside him, stretching him. He could definitely see Aoi’s magnificent, tense expression. But his mind didn’t allow him to process anything to say, not even silently to himself. Technical difficulties. Please stand by.
Aoi took a deep, nervous breath as he pulled his fingers out of Uruha and took a wrapped condom. Don’t even think of unwrapping that condom. Don’t you fucking DARE…
Rip.
Fuck.
“Me yearning to fuck you? Get the hell over yourself, Takashima,” Aoi smirked as he rolled the condom over his cock. He ran a lubricated hand over his hard length, lubing the condom up. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Uruha closed his eyes as he shifted his hips as Aoi’s cock pressed on his entrance. At this point, Uruha had waved the metaphorical white flag. “If you'll get off me.”
And Aoi knew his mind had suffered a horrible defeat as he merely echoed Uruha’s words before both their defenses fell apart. “You wish.”
Their lips touched again as Aoi slid deep into Uruha. They gasped into each other’s kisses, their breaths desperate against each other’s mouths. Uruha arched his back, pressing his body further against Aoi’s. The brunette groaned above his roommate. Uruha was incredibly tight, and Aoi felt the blonde struggling, attempting to adjust to Aoi’s presence.
“M-move…move, you bastard.”
Aoi gasped into Uruha’s neck as he slowly extracted himself and furiously plunged into the other. After a couple of controlled thrusts, Aoi felt his hips moving on their own. Uruha panted silently with every thrust. He had no intention to give Aoi any acknowledgment of being a good fuck, even as the brunette held on to his waist while quickly and vehemently pounding into him. Aoi continued moving, hissing as Uruha clawed on his back.
“Are you enjoying this, you damn pantywaist?”
“Don’t be full of yourself.”
The brunette then reached for the underside of Uruha’s knees and pushed, raising his thighs, rolling his hips upward. With a quick, angled thrust, he plunged into Uruha again. Uruha’s plan of not showing any signs of pleasure crumbled as he let out a loud moan, knowing well only Aoi would hear him. He was lost in a world of lust; far, far away from sanity.
Both men noticed that they were damp with sweat. It was definitely from that day’s weather, they thought. Heat roared through Aoi as he spread Uruha’s legs wider and rocked his hips against Uruha’s. Harder, faster, and deeper.
“I am so gonna kick your ass if you tell me you don’t like this,” Aoi managed to say between gasps.
Uruha wanted to slug Aoi in the face and shatter his jaw. But more than that, he wanted him to continue. “If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Lust ripped through them as Uruha wrapped his legs around the brunette’s waist, and Aoi continued thrusting. Their loud moans drowned out the sound of their hips colliding. Uruha’s face turned to the side. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted. Aoi took Uruha’s chin with his fingers and gently turned the blonde’s flushed face towards his.
“Don’t look away,” Aoi whispered. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
Through heavily lidded eyes, Uruha watched his roommate hammer their hips together, so ferociously ramming his cock onto the right spot. He moaned at the electric friction and dug his nails into Aoi’s back as he watched his roommate stare right back at him. Aoi’s stare was haunting, drugging. Just damn mind-blowing.
“You,” Uruha gasped. “Call my name.”
Aoi slid his arms under Uruha’s shoulder blades and lifted him closer. Aoi’s choked moan as he kept thrusting sent sparks all over Uruha’s body. “Uruha…” The blonde felt Aoi’s muscles tensing and his body contracting in his grasp. “Uruha…oh God, Uruha…”
Uruha planted feverish kisses all over Aoi’s collarbone and his neck. He knew he was gonna lose it as he felt Aoi’s fingers stroking his cock. “Aoi…”
Almost exactly at the same time, both men let out loud, breathy gasps as they surged. Uruha had his arms wrapped around Aoi and his face buried in the brunette’s neck as he muffled his cries and released all over Aoi’s hand and their stomachs. Aoi screwed his eyes shut as he lifted his head. His body shivered as his orgasm poured into Uruha, robbing Aoi of the last morsel of sense he had left in his brain, leaving him unable to do anything but collapse on his roommate.
Everything was quiet, save for their heavy breathing. Uruha’s arms remained wrapped around the brunette, and Aoi’s face was buried in Uruha’s chest. Even as they came to their senses, neither let go. Neither said a word.
Until Aoi spoke. “I need another shower.”
“Me too.”
“Stay the hell away from my stall.”
“That’s my line.”
As they headed out of their room with their towels, clothes, and dopp kits, Aoi and Uruha found a note by their door.
My alarm clock didn’t wake me up. You guys did.
Thanks. I’m leaving now. See you after summer.
- Byou
Chapter 10
Chapters: 9A/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language, sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha for this chapter
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: One day in Mizer House while everyone was gone for summer break. Everyone, except Aoi and Uruha. This is my little gift to everyone who has read Mizer House thus far. To the readers: yes, it's what you think it is. Thank you all so much!
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine}
Summer always grated on Aoi’s nerves. He disliked the annoying sunlight stabbing his eyelids, forcing him awake. He hated the sticky, oily feeling all over his body as he woke up in a puddle of sweat-drenched sheets. The ancient facilities of Mizer House and its lack of air conditioning made it feel like the very mouth of hell.
And his roommate so intensely typing away on his laptop just made waking up to this hellhole even more exasperating.
“God fucking DAMMIT, Uruha,” Aoi groaned as he descended from the top bunk. “Apparently no single part of you can shut the hell up. Not even your fingers.”
“I was trying to drown you out,” Aoi heard his roommate retort dryly. “You snore like a freight train.”
Aoi squinted at the sight of his roommate laying on the bottom bunk, his laptop reclined on his folded legs. The blinding sight of sunlight directly hitting Uruha’s blonde hair and the paper white exposed skin from his wifebeaters and his boxers made the brunette’s head hurt. “Like you’re any better. You snore like a foghorn.”
Uruha rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he was working on with his laptop, furiously tapping away on a battered keyboard and making his typing even louder. He fully intended to piss Aoi off even more.
Success.
“I’m gonna go wash up,” the brunette announced as he fished out a towel and a dopp kit from the closet they shared. Maybe less of this heat would make putting up with Uruha easier, he thought. He took one more look at the blonde and frowned at how he made that corner of their small room so bright. Beautiful, but so nauseatingly bright.
“Yeah, go take a bath, Shiroyama. Even basketball players shower after four periods, you know,” Uruha remarked without looking up from his laptop’s screen, completely ignoring Aoi giving him the finger before he stepped out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Uruha sighed as he erased the last sentence he typed, one character at a time.
Why do you have to be so fucking gorgeous?
The blonde folded his laptop closed and placed it on the desk he and Aoi shared, contemplating on using another person’s room, while everyone else had gone and left for summer break and only he and Aoi remained in Mizer House. Or at least until Aoi’s departure for Mie the next day.
Uruha then went back on his bed, squeezed his eyes shut, and tried not to move. The heat was slightly more bearable when he kept still, he thought. The image of Aoi with sweat dripping down his chest, however…
His heart jumped at the sound of Aoi barging back into the room. It raced at the sight of the brunette’s bare, toned back as he deposited his stuff back in their closet. “Well, that was fast,” Uruha muttered. “I was starting to enjoy the douchebag-free environment.”
“It’s hard to free yourself from that when you’re the pollutant, Uruha,” Aoi retorted. “You know the one and only perk of having you as a roommate? I get to tell your fanboys that I have you under me every single night.”
“I bet you would give anything for that.”
The brunette turned around, surprised. “Are you offering?”
“You wish,” Uruha answered as he shifted on his bed and lay on his side. “Back the fuck off, or I’ll kick your ass.”
The smirk on Uruha’s face quickly transformed into a frown as Aoi grabbed his shoulder and pulled violently and rolled Uruha on his back. Aoi placed both of his hands on the blonde’s shoulders, pinning him down. Aoi kept the smirk on his face, resisting the urge to tell Uruha how utterly delectable he looked from that angle. “Kick my ass? Do it.”
“You know I can,” Uruha replied. And he could. He once sent this asshole flying with one hand. He did it before, so he can most certainly do it again. And the lightweight idiot was pinning his shoulders down, but his hands were totally free. Why Uruha refused to move, he didn’t understand.
“Yes, you can,” Aoi replied, his voice now a whisper as he drew his face closer to the blonde’s. “But will you?”
Uruha felt himself melting at the summer heat and the feeling of Aoi’s warm lips clinging and lingering on his. For a moment the blonde forgot how to use his arms, but by the time he remembered, his arms were sliding on Aoi’s bare back. Aoi’s breath left him in a wordless rush as Uruha parted his lips.
Both of them knew this was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. Aoi wasn’t supposed to enjoy the feeling of Uruha’s drugging tongue sweeping against his. He wasn’t supposed to think that his roommate tasted fantastic. Uruha wasn’t supposed to moan into the kiss. There wasn’t supposed to be pain setting up shop in between his thighs.
“Have you been drinking my coffee?” Aoi whispered as he pulled away from the kiss and released his grip on Uruha’s shoulders. Aoi took the bottom hem of Uruha’s wifebeaters and slowly peeled it off the blonde’s pale body. No, don’t do this, Aoi, he screamed in his head, his mind battling with his body, logic warring with lust. No, don’t…oh God, he’s gorgeous…no, no, no…
Uruha engaged in the same internal dispute Aoi did. For the love of all things good, Uruha, beat the living shit out of him and send him to hell. Do it. Do it.
Do it. “I only have to try that shit once to know that rocket fuel tastes better,” Uruha responded, his chest now bare, with Aoi’s lips pressed on his sternum. He hissed as Aoi flicked his tongue on one nipple and rolled the other one with his fingers. “No, Aoi, I haven’t been drinking your coffee.”
Aoi let out a moan as he felt Uruha’s fingers attempting to unbutton his pants. He drew himself up from Uruha’s chest and helped him, unbuttoning the pants himself and sliding them off. I am so fucked. “Then how is it possible that my month's supply ran out in two weeks?”
Uruha tugged at the waistband of Aoi’s boxers and slowly pulled downwards. “I don’t know, Aoi,” he replied. “Maybe you drank it all up. All that caffeine should explain why your panties are in a wad all the…holy shit.”
Uruha’s train of thought came at a screeching halt as he stared at Aoi’s erection. Now Uruha knew that having a small dick most definitely was NOT the reason why Aoi acted like such an arrogant twat.
“Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that I’m pissy all the time because I share a room with a raving bitch like you?” Aoi retorted. His eyes darkened as he pulled Uruha’s boxers down his legs. His breath stopped momentarily as he looked over Uruha’s firm, naked body below him. If he wasn’t fully hard a while ago, he certainly was now. This isn’t happening.
Uruha wanted to stab himself for feeling wonderful as Aoi molded his body on top of his. Aoi closed his eyes at the sensation of electric currents being sent to his chest as his lips met Uruha’s once more. The kiss was much gentler this time. Sweet, even. So gentle and so sweet, it scared them both.
Uruha watched Aoi take a bottle of lubricant and a condom from one of the drawers of their side table. He was gonna kill Aoi for this. Aoi wasn’t going to have his balls intact after this. “I always thought it was the fact that you want to fuck me so badly that it hurts.” Fuck, I didn’t just say that.
No words escaped Aoi’s mouth as he slipped a finger in Uruha’s opening. He watched the blonde’s face flush, and he silently screamed profanities in his head as he slowly slid another finger in. Oh good Lord, he’s so tight.
Uruha definitely felt Aoi’s fingers moving inside him, stretching him. He could definitely see Aoi’s magnificent, tense expression. But his mind didn’t allow him to process anything to say, not even silently to himself. Technical difficulties. Please stand by.
Aoi took a deep, nervous breath as he pulled his fingers out of Uruha and took a wrapped condom. Don’t even think of unwrapping that condom. Don’t you fucking DARE…
Rip.
Fuck.
“Me yearning to fuck you? Get the hell over yourself, Takashima,” Aoi smirked as he rolled the condom over his cock. He ran a lubricated hand over his hard length, lubing the condom up. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Uruha closed his eyes as he shifted his hips as Aoi’s cock pressed on his entrance. At this point, Uruha had waved the metaphorical white flag. “If you'll get off me.”
And Aoi knew his mind had suffered a horrible defeat as he merely echoed Uruha’s words before both their defenses fell apart. “You wish.”
Their lips touched again as Aoi slid deep into Uruha. They gasped into each other’s kisses, their breaths desperate against each other’s mouths. Uruha arched his back, pressing his body further against Aoi’s. The brunette groaned above his roommate. Uruha was incredibly tight, and Aoi felt the blonde struggling, attempting to adjust to Aoi’s presence.
“M-move…move, you bastard.”
Aoi gasped into Uruha’s neck as he slowly extracted himself and furiously plunged into the other. After a couple of controlled thrusts, Aoi felt his hips moving on their own. Uruha panted silently with every thrust. He had no intention to give Aoi any acknowledgment of being a good fuck, even as the brunette held on to his waist while quickly and vehemently pounding into him. Aoi continued moving, hissing as Uruha clawed on his back.
“Are you enjoying this, you damn pantywaist?”
“Don’t be full of yourself.”
The brunette then reached for the underside of Uruha’s knees and pushed, raising his thighs, rolling his hips upward. With a quick, angled thrust, he plunged into Uruha again. Uruha’s plan of not showing any signs of pleasure crumbled as he let out a loud moan, knowing well only Aoi would hear him. He was lost in a world of lust; far, far away from sanity.
Both men noticed that they were damp with sweat. It was definitely from that day’s weather, they thought. Heat roared through Aoi as he spread Uruha’s legs wider and rocked his hips against Uruha’s. Harder, faster, and deeper.
“I am so gonna kick your ass if you tell me you don’t like this,” Aoi managed to say between gasps.
Uruha wanted to slug Aoi in the face and shatter his jaw. But more than that, he wanted him to continue. “If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Lust ripped through them as Uruha wrapped his legs around the brunette’s waist, and Aoi continued thrusting. Their loud moans drowned out the sound of their hips colliding. Uruha’s face turned to the side. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted. Aoi took Uruha’s chin with his fingers and gently turned the blonde’s flushed face towards his.
“Don’t look away,” Aoi whispered. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
Through heavily lidded eyes, Uruha watched his roommate hammer their hips together, so ferociously ramming his cock onto the right spot. He moaned at the electric friction and dug his nails into Aoi’s back as he watched his roommate stare right back at him. Aoi’s stare was haunting, drugging. Just damn mind-blowing.
“You,” Uruha gasped. “Call my name.”
Aoi slid his arms under Uruha’s shoulder blades and lifted him closer. Aoi’s choked moan as he kept thrusting sent sparks all over Uruha’s body. “Uruha…” The blonde felt Aoi’s muscles tensing and his body contracting in his grasp. “Uruha…oh God, Uruha…”
Uruha planted feverish kisses all over Aoi’s collarbone and his neck. He knew he was gonna lose it as he felt Aoi’s fingers stroking his cock. “Aoi…”
Almost exactly at the same time, both men let out loud, breathy gasps as they surged. Uruha had his arms wrapped around Aoi and his face buried in the brunette’s neck as he muffled his cries and released all over Aoi’s hand and their stomachs. Aoi screwed his eyes shut as he lifted his head. His body shivered as his orgasm poured into Uruha, robbing Aoi of the last morsel of sense he had left in his brain, leaving him unable to do anything but collapse on his roommate.
Everything was quiet, save for their heavy breathing. Uruha’s arms remained wrapped around the brunette, and Aoi’s face was buried in Uruha’s chest. Even as they came to their senses, neither let go. Neither said a word.
Until Aoi spoke. “I need another shower.”
“Me too.”
“Stay the hell away from my stall.”
“That’s my line.”
As they headed out of their room with their towels, clothes, and dopp kits, Aoi and Uruha found a note by their door.
My alarm clock didn’t wake me up. You guys did.
Thanks. I’m leaving now. See you after summer.
- Byou
Chapter 10