Fic [the GazettE] - "Look Only at Me"
Title: Look Only at Me
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: machete_rose
Genre: Angst
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the GazettE. Sadness.
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Reita
Summary: Sometimes jealousy overshadows what love's really supposed to be.
Comments: Written for 50stories. Theme set 001 - #028: Jealousy.
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They say that love is based on trust. I trust you, I really do. But sometimes, when you’re with him, that trust wavers just a tiny bit. Because I know that he has a part of you that I can never have. I may have your present, and your future. But him… he has your past.
A deep breath of smoky air, and Aoi knocked back another shot of whiskey, praying that the burning amber would unravel the knot in his stomach. His eyes gazed blearily around the room, clouded by booze and ash and looking anywhere but there. He couldn’t remember why he had even come out tonight; he never could, not once those plush lips parted to let loose a sultry chuckle, and those limpid orbs gazed out from beneath lids heavy with powdered lies.
Ebony eyes flickered from the too friendly arm slung over a too relaxed shoulder, to the grime that coated the small table before him, and back again. This time they met a gaze the colour of warm chocolate, and a knowing smile that held just a hint of sadness at the edges. And suddenly, there was that familiar touch of Reita’s hand upon his thigh; a weighted comfort upon his doubt.
It wasn’t until the shadows had darkened past midnight and even the moon hung tired amongst fading stars that trembling words of habitual reassurance slipped from between lips moist with lust.
“We’ve been best friends forever, Aoi.”
“I know.” He said nothing more than that, just grazed his teeth against his lover’s neck, fleetingly tempted to just bite down along the pulsing heat and mark his territory.
“You know there’s nothing between us.”
Aoi let out a soft growl of impatience as he captured Reita’s lips with his own, a quiet plea for silence, for no more excuses. Their limbs were tangled in sheets long stained with fulfilled desire, their hearts entwined with promises tinged with doubt.
“Yuu,” The name breathed past reddened lips, in the mere moments spared for both of them to catch their breath. That simple enunciation spoke of infinite patience and affection, sparking only guilt that stemmed from irresolute trust.
Reita rolled his hips gently against the other’s, eliciting a low moan from Aoi. And slowly, numbingly, desire drowned out the voices in his head that urged for possession.
Roughened fingertips trailed along smooth skin, all stifling clothing having been discarded long before. Strands of silken black splayed across pale skin as Aoi lapped his way downwards, stopping only occasionally to suckle at the sweetest spots. He lingered kisses upon inner thighs, revelling in the velvet feel of the other man against his cheek. Then slowly, oh so slowly, his tongue ran down Reita’s length before his mouth graciously welcomed its intrusion, and soft moans broke free from throats unable to keep silent. Before long, Reita’s hips were shallowly thrusting upwards, yearning for deeper, harder, more.
A quiet whimper reached his ears as Aoi slid his mouth up and away, lips coming to rest in the crook of his lover’s neck, tasting the saltiness. Eventually, slickly coated fingers pressed firmly into heated skin, and Reita’s body writhed impatiently beneath, arching every so often when those digits brushed along too sensitive spots. And soon enough, ragged breaths were punctuated by little gasps that echoed each thrust of hips unto each other until release found its way between them.
It wasn’t until the sun’s rays had awakened and raced towards their peak before lazily sinking below the horizon once more that arrows tipped in green came hurtling towards a fragile heart.
“Sometimes I think he wonders if you spend more time worrying about me than you do looking at him.”
Aoi froze, lukewarm water cascading over unmoving hands that hovered below, as though hoping in vain that the shame could be washed away. He had nothing to say; there was nothing to be said to words that bordered on truth.
“You don’t realise just how much of him you really have.”
A flick of a wrist and only the lingering drip drip was left to echo off the dingy tiles. Aoi’s eyes narrowed at Uruha’s rueful smile, the aura of sensuality that had enveloped the taller man having dissipated with the cigarette smoke of the night before. That unwavering gaze rested gently, pityingly upon him and Aoi felt taken aback at its familiarity. And then there was the high-pitched creak of the door swinging shut as Uruha slipped out without another word, leaving Aoi to stare blankly at the nothing that remained in his wake.
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A/N: I guess it came out semi-okay, lol. One down, forty-nine more to go. Comments are love. <3
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: machete_rose
Genre: Angst
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the GazettE. Sadness.
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Reita
Summary: Sometimes jealousy overshadows what love's really supposed to be.
Comments: Written for 50stories. Theme set 001 - #028: Jealousy.
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They say that love is based on trust. I trust you, I really do. But sometimes, when you’re with him, that trust wavers just a tiny bit. Because I know that he has a part of you that I can never have. I may have your present, and your future. But him… he has your past.
A deep breath of smoky air, and Aoi knocked back another shot of whiskey, praying that the burning amber would unravel the knot in his stomach. His eyes gazed blearily around the room, clouded by booze and ash and looking anywhere but there. He couldn’t remember why he had even come out tonight; he never could, not once those plush lips parted to let loose a sultry chuckle, and those limpid orbs gazed out from beneath lids heavy with powdered lies.
Ebony eyes flickered from the too friendly arm slung over a too relaxed shoulder, to the grime that coated the small table before him, and back again. This time they met a gaze the colour of warm chocolate, and a knowing smile that held just a hint of sadness at the edges. And suddenly, there was that familiar touch of Reita’s hand upon his thigh; a weighted comfort upon his doubt.
It wasn’t until the shadows had darkened past midnight and even the moon hung tired amongst fading stars that trembling words of habitual reassurance slipped from between lips moist with lust.
“We’ve been best friends forever, Aoi.”
“I know.” He said nothing more than that, just grazed his teeth against his lover’s neck, fleetingly tempted to just bite down along the pulsing heat and mark his territory.
“You know there’s nothing between us.”
Aoi let out a soft growl of impatience as he captured Reita’s lips with his own, a quiet plea for silence, for no more excuses. Their limbs were tangled in sheets long stained with fulfilled desire, their hearts entwined with promises tinged with doubt.
“Yuu,” The name breathed past reddened lips, in the mere moments spared for both of them to catch their breath. That simple enunciation spoke of infinite patience and affection, sparking only guilt that stemmed from irresolute trust.
Reita rolled his hips gently against the other’s, eliciting a low moan from Aoi. And slowly, numbingly, desire drowned out the voices in his head that urged for possession.
Roughened fingertips trailed along smooth skin, all stifling clothing having been discarded long before. Strands of silken black splayed across pale skin as Aoi lapped his way downwards, stopping only occasionally to suckle at the sweetest spots. He lingered kisses upon inner thighs, revelling in the velvet feel of the other man against his cheek. Then slowly, oh so slowly, his tongue ran down Reita’s length before his mouth graciously welcomed its intrusion, and soft moans broke free from throats unable to keep silent. Before long, Reita’s hips were shallowly thrusting upwards, yearning for deeper, harder, more.
A quiet whimper reached his ears as Aoi slid his mouth up and away, lips coming to rest in the crook of his lover’s neck, tasting the saltiness. Eventually, slickly coated fingers pressed firmly into heated skin, and Reita’s body writhed impatiently beneath, arching every so often when those digits brushed along too sensitive spots. And soon enough, ragged breaths were punctuated by little gasps that echoed each thrust of hips unto each other until release found its way between them.
It wasn’t until the sun’s rays had awakened and raced towards their peak before lazily sinking below the horizon once more that arrows tipped in green came hurtling towards a fragile heart.
“Sometimes I think he wonders if you spend more time worrying about me than you do looking at him.”
Aoi froze, lukewarm water cascading over unmoving hands that hovered below, as though hoping in vain that the shame could be washed away. He had nothing to say; there was nothing to be said to words that bordered on truth.
“You don’t realise just how much of him you really have.”
A flick of a wrist and only the lingering drip drip was left to echo off the dingy tiles. Aoi’s eyes narrowed at Uruha’s rueful smile, the aura of sensuality that had enveloped the taller man having dissipated with the cigarette smoke of the night before. That unwavering gaze rested gently, pityingly upon him and Aoi felt taken aback at its familiarity. And then there was the high-pitched creak of the door swinging shut as Uruha slipped out without another word, leaving Aoi to stare blankly at the nothing that remained in his wake.
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A/N: I guess it came out semi-okay, lol. One down, forty-nine more to go. Comments are love. <3