Metropolis [ch.1]
Title: Metropolis
Chapters: 1/??
Author: Savannah~(orishimeinoue )
Genre: fluff, smut
Rating: PG-NC17
Warnings: none, I think
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Disclaimer: the GazettE boys aren't my property >.>
Summary: Uruha is just a young, innocent Athenian boy, but after meeting Aoi, an older man, and becoming his eromenos, his lover, that begins to change.
Comments: Oh god, I suck at summaries XD oh well, it's what I could think of.
"Now remember Uruha, Pederasty has an elaborate social code. You are sixteen now, a perfect age, so if a man of good social status takes a fancy to you, then he will court you. Don't think that this relationship is all about sex. Yes, you will become his lover, but he will also educate you in the ways of Greek society. You cannot give in to his desires right away, else you will be seen as an easy slut. But if you wait to long, you will forever be labeled as a tease. Do you understand?" Uruha's father asked, looking at him sternly.
"Yes father." Uruha said obediently, walking out of his father's study and into his room. "Oh wise Athena, why does he lecture me so? That's never going to happen to me, I mean, who would want me??" Looking in the mirror on his red wine-colored wall, Uruha was upset. He was a freak, he looked like no other person in Greece. He had honey blonde hair, he stuck out in a crowd. People always pointed at him and laughed, he was the freak of Athens. It didn't matter that his family was rich with good social status, Uruha was still treated poorly. His own mother refused to accept him as her own.
Sighing frustratedly, Uruha collapsed onto his bed. He was so tired, he had studied The Epic of Gilgamesh all day long. He tried not to think as he relaxed, reveling in the feel of the black silk sheets against his skin. 'Thank the gods that father was able to get silk from a Chinese merchant!' Uruha thought as he drifted into sleep.
The next morning, he was greeted with sunlight streaming through his curtains. Uruha got up and got dressed into his clean toga. Today he and his dad were going to a local sports competition. Uruha was very nervous, he didn't like that everyone in attendance to the games had to be naked. Everyone's eyes would be on him, of course. He hated it, but he had to deal with it. He had just finished brushing his hair when one of the servants, Ophelia, came in.
"Master Uruha, your father wishes to see you in his study." She said, politely turning and walking away.
"Wait! Ophelia...do you think...am I ugly?" Uruha asked, looking at the girl with a serious expression.
"No! Master Uruha, you are definitely the most handsome man I have seen in my entire life!" Ophelia exclaimed, looking shocked.
"You don't think that I'm weird? I'm possibly the only man in Athens with light colored hair!"
"Really, Uruha. Being different isn't a bad thing! It just makes you more desirable! Have you ever looked in a mirror?? You're gorgeous!"
Uruha was glad that Ophelia was always there for him. She was his favorite servant. His family had brought her into their house when she was just five years old. They grew up together, she was his best friend. Unfortunately, when she reached thirteen, she was put to work as a servant. They were still good friends, but they hardly ever got time to hang out anymore. It was sad, but that's just how life works.
Uruha stood in front of his father's door, too nervous to knock. What could he want to lecture Uruha about today? Gathering his courage, Uruha knocked, then entered his dad's study.
"Father, good morning. Why did you call me here?" Uruha asked, taking a seat in front of his father's desk.
"Good morning Uruha. As you know, we will soon be setting out to go to the games. Before we go, promise me that you will be on your best behavior. There will be many important men there, this could determine your future social status." His dad stated, looking out the window.
"Yes, of course I will be on my best behavior."
"All right then, let's head out!"
Uruha was nervous all the way there. They had their clothes on now, but as soon as they got to the games, they had to remove all clothing. Uruha fidgeted uncomfortably. No stranger had ever seen him naked. The chariot ride seemed to drag on for hours. Finally, they were there. Uruha and his dad stripped, then quickly walked to the seats and sat in the front row.
Many men came over and talked to his dad, but no one talked to him. Even though no one approached him, Uruha could feel their stares burning into him. He looked to the ground, pretending to to find the dirt fascinating.
"Uruha boy, look up. the games are starting." His dad commanded, done speaking to the other people.
Uruha tried not to blush as he watched the oiled men compete. Their muscles rippled and shone, sweat dripped down their bodies. Uruha felt turned on and also put down by their excellence. Uruha had muscles and was in shape, but he was nothing compared to these men. He would never be that muscular, not even close to it.
Feeling like he was being watched, Uruha scanned the crowd. Right in front of him on the other side, there was a beautiful man. His long dark hair shone in the bright sunlight, his muscles flexed as he leaned his elbows on his knees. His full lips were stretched into a smile, his deep brown eyes burned with intensity as he stared directly at Uruha. Under the stranger's gaze, Uruha felt exposed. He closed his legs tightly and wrapped his arms around himself. He tried to rip his eyes away from the dark haired man's stare, but he couldn't. Those eyes were just too mesmerizing.
When the games were over, Uruha walked quickly back to his chariot. His father followed close behind, grumbling about how he lost a bet. They were almost there when out of the corner of his eye, Uruha saw the dark haired man coming towards them. Uruha didn't know what to do, he panicked and ran to his chariot, quickly getting dressed inside.
"Uruha, what has come over you? You can't just break out running like that!" Uruha's dad wheezed as he got to the chariot.
"Sorry father...there was a huge bug flying around me..." Uruha replied, looking around to make sure that they had lost the dark haired man. No such luck, he was approaching them, and fast.
"Go! Go!" Uruha yelled to the chariot driver frantically.
"Uruha, what is the meaning of this?!" His father raged as the chariot lurched forward suddenly and pulled away fast.
"Ahhh, the huge bug was back..." Uruha mumbled, looking behind them to see the dejected man. He was staring at Uruha again, and Uruha held that stare until he was out of site.
Back at home, Uruha undressed and slid into bed. It had been an exhausting day for him. 'Why did that man seem to be so interested in me? He was certainly good looking...no, I will not go there. He didn't care about me, he just wanted to see the freak up close. That's all.' Uruha reasoned with himself as his vision fuzzed, tiredness taking over him and covering him in a thick black veil of sleep.
That night, Uruha dreamed of the dark-haired man. He dreamed that they met in a dark corner of Uruha's house, unknown to anyone but Uruha, and the beautiful man took Uruha's virginity. The dream made Uruha wake up in the middle of the night, with a certain problem. Quickly and quietly, Uruha got rid of that problem, pumping himself in the moonlight-lit room. When he was finally able to fall asleep, Uruha had no other dreams, just an endless blackness spread out before his eyes.
"Uruha! Uruha, wake up!" Ophelia shouted as she shook Uruha awake.
"Nnh...Whaaaaaattt???" Uruha muttered groggily, feeling like he got no sleep at all, even though it was morning.
"Get dressed quickly, you have a visitor!" She squeaked excitedly, grabbing Uruha and pulling him out of bed, then running away, giggling.
"Wait! Ophelia, who is it??" Uruha yelled after, but his only reply was the soft pitter-patter of her feet as she went to start her daily chores.
Grunting agitatedly, Uruha got dressed. He just couldn't keep himself in a bad mood. The sun was shining so brightly, the sky was blue, it was a beautiful day. Even though he was nervous about his visitor and still tired, he felt amazing. Clothes on and hair brushed, Uruha practically skipped downstairs.
Not looking where he was going, Uruha ran straight into his visitor's chest and almost fell to the ground.
"Woah!" His visitor gasped, holding Uruha to his chest to stop him from falling.
Uruha looked up at the man's face and gasped. "It's you!" He jumped back, out of the man's embrace and covered himself with his arms.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you! I have something to ask you, though. My name is Aoi by the way, and I know that you're Uruha." Aoi said with a cocky smile, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
"w-what do you want to ask me?" Uruha asked, eyes doe-like as he reluctantly unwrapped his arms from around himself.
Aoi picked up beautiful flowers and exquisite jewelry from where he had set them beside himself and handed them to Uruha, saying, "First, take these....now, what I want to ask you is...will you please become my beloved, my eromenos? Your beauty exceeds all else that I have seen. I want to educate you , protect you , love you, and be your role model. I want to spend my time with you, to get to know you, to become closer to you. If you agree, I promise you that I will devote myself fully to you. I will teach you well."
Aoi was very sincere, Uruha could tell just by the determined and hopeful look in his eyes, and the way that he had taken his hand gently. He knew that his father would be mad at him if he didn't accept, and besides, accepting Aoi's request just felt right to him. Even though they didn't know each other, Uruha felt hopeful that they could be together.
"I...yes. I accept." Uruha replied, blushing and smiling shyly at Aoi.
The next thing Uruha knew, he was swept into Aoi's strong arms. Just that simple hug sent jolts through Uruha, got his pulse racing inside his veins. Aoi's beautiful face was so close to his, Uruha's heart felt like it was going to explode. When Aoi kissed him, Uruha responded immediately, not even having to think about it. He wanted this. The kiss was soft and shy, very innocent and chaste. Uruha was sad when Aoi pulled away, but he took his hand instead, leading the honey blonde outside.
"Come on, we're going to my house." Aoi said, leading Uruha to his chariot. Uruha just melted on the inside, not being able to handle Aoi's gorgeous smile. Aoi had picked him. Out of all the other boys in Athens, Aoi picked him, and he actually thought Uruha was beautiful. Uruha's mind couldn't really wrap around that, but he just believed anyway, believed that someone could really find him beautiful, even though he was a freak.
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A/N: Okay, I am aware that this is complete and utter trash. I'm so sorry that this wasted your time, it doesn't even deserve to see the light of day, but I posted it anyway :(
I'll probably delete this soon, but if I don't, I'll continue it. I'm guessing that this will have maybe three chapters, I don't really wanna drag it out any farther than that. Well, We'll see, I guess :3
Chapters: 1/??
Author: Savannah~(orishimeinoue )
Genre: fluff, smut
Rating: PG-NC17
Warnings: none, I think
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Disclaimer: the GazettE boys aren't my property >.>
Summary: Uruha is just a young, innocent Athenian boy, but after meeting Aoi, an older man, and becoming his eromenos, his lover, that begins to change.
Comments: Oh god, I suck at summaries XD oh well, it's what I could think of.
"Now remember Uruha, Pederasty has an elaborate social code. You are sixteen now, a perfect age, so if a man of good social status takes a fancy to you, then he will court you. Don't think that this relationship is all about sex. Yes, you will become his lover, but he will also educate you in the ways of Greek society. You cannot give in to his desires right away, else you will be seen as an easy slut. But if you wait to long, you will forever be labeled as a tease. Do you understand?" Uruha's father asked, looking at him sternly.
"Yes father." Uruha said obediently, walking out of his father's study and into his room. "Oh wise Athena, why does he lecture me so? That's never going to happen to me, I mean, who would want me??" Looking in the mirror on his red wine-colored wall, Uruha was upset. He was a freak, he looked like no other person in Greece. He had honey blonde hair, he stuck out in a crowd. People always pointed at him and laughed, he was the freak of Athens. It didn't matter that his family was rich with good social status, Uruha was still treated poorly. His own mother refused to accept him as her own.
Sighing frustratedly, Uruha collapsed onto his bed. He was so tired, he had studied The Epic of Gilgamesh all day long. He tried not to think as he relaxed, reveling in the feel of the black silk sheets against his skin. 'Thank the gods that father was able to get silk from a Chinese merchant!' Uruha thought as he drifted into sleep.
The next morning, he was greeted with sunlight streaming through his curtains. Uruha got up and got dressed into his clean toga. Today he and his dad were going to a local sports competition. Uruha was very nervous, he didn't like that everyone in attendance to the games had to be naked. Everyone's eyes would be on him, of course. He hated it, but he had to deal with it. He had just finished brushing his hair when one of the servants, Ophelia, came in.
"Master Uruha, your father wishes to see you in his study." She said, politely turning and walking away.
"Wait! Ophelia...do you think...am I ugly?" Uruha asked, looking at the girl with a serious expression.
"No! Master Uruha, you are definitely the most handsome man I have seen in my entire life!" Ophelia exclaimed, looking shocked.
"You don't think that I'm weird? I'm possibly the only man in Athens with light colored hair!"
"Really, Uruha. Being different isn't a bad thing! It just makes you more desirable! Have you ever looked in a mirror?? You're gorgeous!"
Uruha was glad that Ophelia was always there for him. She was his favorite servant. His family had brought her into their house when she was just five years old. They grew up together, she was his best friend. Unfortunately, when she reached thirteen, she was put to work as a servant. They were still good friends, but they hardly ever got time to hang out anymore. It was sad, but that's just how life works.
Uruha stood in front of his father's door, too nervous to knock. What could he want to lecture Uruha about today? Gathering his courage, Uruha knocked, then entered his dad's study.
"Father, good morning. Why did you call me here?" Uruha asked, taking a seat in front of his father's desk.
"Good morning Uruha. As you know, we will soon be setting out to go to the games. Before we go, promise me that you will be on your best behavior. There will be many important men there, this could determine your future social status." His dad stated, looking out the window.
"Yes, of course I will be on my best behavior."
"All right then, let's head out!"
Uruha was nervous all the way there. They had their clothes on now, but as soon as they got to the games, they had to remove all clothing. Uruha fidgeted uncomfortably. No stranger had ever seen him naked. The chariot ride seemed to drag on for hours. Finally, they were there. Uruha and his dad stripped, then quickly walked to the seats and sat in the front row.
Many men came over and talked to his dad, but no one talked to him. Even though no one approached him, Uruha could feel their stares burning into him. He looked to the ground, pretending to to find the dirt fascinating.
"Uruha boy, look up. the games are starting." His dad commanded, done speaking to the other people.
Uruha tried not to blush as he watched the oiled men compete. Their muscles rippled and shone, sweat dripped down their bodies. Uruha felt turned on and also put down by their excellence. Uruha had muscles and was in shape, but he was nothing compared to these men. He would never be that muscular, not even close to it.
Feeling like he was being watched, Uruha scanned the crowd. Right in front of him on the other side, there was a beautiful man. His long dark hair shone in the bright sunlight, his muscles flexed as he leaned his elbows on his knees. His full lips were stretched into a smile, his deep brown eyes burned with intensity as he stared directly at Uruha. Under the stranger's gaze, Uruha felt exposed. He closed his legs tightly and wrapped his arms around himself. He tried to rip his eyes away from the dark haired man's stare, but he couldn't. Those eyes were just too mesmerizing.
When the games were over, Uruha walked quickly back to his chariot. His father followed close behind, grumbling about how he lost a bet. They were almost there when out of the corner of his eye, Uruha saw the dark haired man coming towards them. Uruha didn't know what to do, he panicked and ran to his chariot, quickly getting dressed inside.
"Uruha, what has come over you? You can't just break out running like that!" Uruha's dad wheezed as he got to the chariot.
"Sorry father...there was a huge bug flying around me..." Uruha replied, looking around to make sure that they had lost the dark haired man. No such luck, he was approaching them, and fast.
"Go! Go!" Uruha yelled to the chariot driver frantically.
"Uruha, what is the meaning of this?!" His father raged as the chariot lurched forward suddenly and pulled away fast.
"Ahhh, the huge bug was back..." Uruha mumbled, looking behind them to see the dejected man. He was staring at Uruha again, and Uruha held that stare until he was out of site.
Back at home, Uruha undressed and slid into bed. It had been an exhausting day for him. 'Why did that man seem to be so interested in me? He was certainly good looking...no, I will not go there. He didn't care about me, he just wanted to see the freak up close. That's all.' Uruha reasoned with himself as his vision fuzzed, tiredness taking over him and covering him in a thick black veil of sleep.
That night, Uruha dreamed of the dark-haired man. He dreamed that they met in a dark corner of Uruha's house, unknown to anyone but Uruha, and the beautiful man took Uruha's virginity. The dream made Uruha wake up in the middle of the night, with a certain problem. Quickly and quietly, Uruha got rid of that problem, pumping himself in the moonlight-lit room. When he was finally able to fall asleep, Uruha had no other dreams, just an endless blackness spread out before his eyes.
"Uruha! Uruha, wake up!" Ophelia shouted as she shook Uruha awake.
"Nnh...Whaaaaaattt???" Uruha muttered groggily, feeling like he got no sleep at all, even though it was morning.
"Get dressed quickly, you have a visitor!" She squeaked excitedly, grabbing Uruha and pulling him out of bed, then running away, giggling.
"Wait! Ophelia, who is it??" Uruha yelled after, but his only reply was the soft pitter-patter of her feet as she went to start her daily chores.
Grunting agitatedly, Uruha got dressed. He just couldn't keep himself in a bad mood. The sun was shining so brightly, the sky was blue, it was a beautiful day. Even though he was nervous about his visitor and still tired, he felt amazing. Clothes on and hair brushed, Uruha practically skipped downstairs.
Not looking where he was going, Uruha ran straight into his visitor's chest and almost fell to the ground.
"Woah!" His visitor gasped, holding Uruha to his chest to stop him from falling.
Uruha looked up at the man's face and gasped. "It's you!" He jumped back, out of the man's embrace and covered himself with his arms.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you! I have something to ask you, though. My name is Aoi by the way, and I know that you're Uruha." Aoi said with a cocky smile, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
"w-what do you want to ask me?" Uruha asked, eyes doe-like as he reluctantly unwrapped his arms from around himself.
Aoi picked up beautiful flowers and exquisite jewelry from where he had set them beside himself and handed them to Uruha, saying, "First, take these....now, what I want to ask you is...will you please become my beloved, my eromenos? Your beauty exceeds all else that I have seen. I want to educate you , protect you , love you, and be your role model. I want to spend my time with you, to get to know you, to become closer to you. If you agree, I promise you that I will devote myself fully to you. I will teach you well."
Aoi was very sincere, Uruha could tell just by the determined and hopeful look in his eyes, and the way that he had taken his hand gently. He knew that his father would be mad at him if he didn't accept, and besides, accepting Aoi's request just felt right to him. Even though they didn't know each other, Uruha felt hopeful that they could be together.
"I...yes. I accept." Uruha replied, blushing and smiling shyly at Aoi.
The next thing Uruha knew, he was swept into Aoi's strong arms. Just that simple hug sent jolts through Uruha, got his pulse racing inside his veins. Aoi's beautiful face was so close to his, Uruha's heart felt like it was going to explode. When Aoi kissed him, Uruha responded immediately, not even having to think about it. He wanted this. The kiss was soft and shy, very innocent and chaste. Uruha was sad when Aoi pulled away, but he took his hand instead, leading the honey blonde outside.
"Come on, we're going to my house." Aoi said, leading Uruha to his chariot. Uruha just melted on the inside, not being able to handle Aoi's gorgeous smile. Aoi had picked him. Out of all the other boys in Athens, Aoi picked him, and he actually thought Uruha was beautiful. Uruha's mind couldn't really wrap around that, but he just believed anyway, believed that someone could really find him beautiful, even though he was a freak.
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A/N: Okay, I am aware that this is complete and utter trash. I'm so sorry that this wasted your time, it doesn't even deserve to see the light of day, but I posted it anyway :(
I'll probably delete this soon, but if I don't, I'll continue it. I'm guessing that this will have maybe three chapters, I don't really wanna drag it out any farther than that. Well, We'll see, I guess :3