the GazettE - Guilt - 1/2
Title: Guilt
Band: the GazettE
Chapters: 1/2
Author: Reila
Genre: Smut/Angst.
Warnings: Smut, swearing. \:D/
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Reita/Uruha, Reita/Kai
Summary: He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was wrong, but the way that the taller blonde flaunted himself, Reita couldn't help it; he was addicted.
Comments: My muses are insane. THE END. Don't kill me, okey? D: I..don't really know where I came up with this idea; it's obviously got nothing to do with Anata no Tame no Kono Inochi, which I've been listening to for the past hour, and I don't know where else the inspiration came from for this fanfiction, which makes me draw to the conclusion that I love to torture my muses and that they truly are insane. I think Anata no Tame no Kono Inochi did play a role in it with the whole "My feelings getting out of hand" thing and such.. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: ROFL I'd have to hide them in my closet, which is something I don't have at the moment. :D;
Bodies fell onto the bed, limbs tangled and lips locked onto each other. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was wrong, but the way that the taller blonde flaunted himself, Reita couldn't help it; he was addicted. He knew better, his conscience continuously nagging him that he was taken, that he had Kai, and yet, he found himself there in his apartment, attacking Uruha's neck with his mouth and grinding against him, wanting, no, needing to hear those frustrated whimpers that kept escaping everytime their erections rubbed together through their clothes.
"Reita!" Uruha growled, bucking his hips up against the smaller blonde's, desperate for more contact. "Stop teasing!"
"So impatient," he chuckled in his ear, leaning down to harshly nip his neck. Lips contorted into a smirk as a surprised gasp exhaled itself from the guitarist's lips, feeling the body beneath him quiver with anticipation. Hand sliding up his shirt, Reita played with Uruha's nipples, twisting and lightly tugging them while he nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin that was his neck. Tongue swirled itself along his pulse, teasing him before he bit down harshly. His smirk had returned when Uruha gasped again, his hips involuntarily thrusted up against Reita, a small whine escaping his lips.
"Careful, Reita," warned the guitarist, slightly breathless. "You don't want anyone to catch on, do you? We have fans to think about, too.."
"You just don't want anything to mark your skin," Reita replied, sounding amused. His hand movements were quick, slipping down to cup and massage Uruha's clothed cock and surprised him. "You know we have amazing make-up artists." His eyes watched as the taller blonde's skin flushed with pleasure, pouting lips parted as he released a few moans. Somehow, he knew how to push Uruha's buttons, he knew how to drive him insane with pleasure and frustration; it was someting he gained from the years that he had spent with him, subconciously storing everything about his friend in the back of his mind until he was able to use it.
Lids opened, revealing lust-filled eyes as Uruha looked up at him, silently pleading him to just fuck him. Groaning, Reita leaned down, capturing his lips with his own. Tongue prodded passed those kiss-swollen lips, demanding entrance, which Uruha gave submissively. Their tongues danced roughly with each other, the latter hardly putting up a fight for dominance. Eventually, he gave in to Reita, knowing it was foolish of him to even try and gain the title of seme; it was something he never wanted in the first place. Still, it was fun for him to try.
His moan was swallowed by Reita, feeling his hand slip underneath those incredibly short shorts, knowing that they'd soon be discared once the former was done playing his little game. For now, all he could do was gasp into their kiss when he felt Reita's hand wrap around his cock as much as he could, feeling it twitch almost painfully beneath his clothed imprisonment. He wanted more, wanted to be free, but he knew that Reita wasn't finished, running his fingers along its length teasingly slow, brushing against that pulsating vein.
The way Uruha moaned his name when he swiped his thumb over the head of his erection, it took almost all of his self-control to keep himself from ripping their clothes off and fucking him senseless right then and there. Reita wanted to make this night last as long as possible in case they didn't have a chance to do this again. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it again, almost positive that there was nothing more then sexual attraction between the two. He somehow knew that Uruha felt the same way, positive that they were to never take their relationship farther beyond this night, making Reita grateful for how he knew that; despite what they were doing with each other behind everyone's back, he still harbored deep feelings for Kai. The thought of their innocent drummer was almost enough to make him pull away from the guitarist, but something forceful, more powerful, was keeping him there; it was primitive.
Pushing the last amount of concern from his mind, he withdrew his hand from Uruha's shorts, gaining a protesting whimper that was quickly surpressed by the hot and messy kiss they shared; tongues toyed with each other as Reita moved quickly to undress the latter, unsure how much longer he could surpress the burning desire to grip the guitarist's Goddess-like thighs and slam into his perfect ass. Uruha was workly to undress Reita as well, his hands fumbling with his jacket and shirt while he inwardly cursed at how difficult it was to undress from their stage attire. Once he had undressed the bassist, Uruha reached out towards the bedside table, instincively knowing what Reita kept there. Yanking open the drawer, he groped around aimlessly as he fought to keep his concentration to grab the lube with Reita lapping at his nipples. He almost gave up when the other bite down teasingly on the nub when his hand finally grasped the bottle and condom, shoving them into Reita's hands and giving a helpless whine.
The bassist continued to tease him, dragging his tongue across his chest before he ran it over the other nipple. A chuckle escaped as he heard the frustrated groan escape Uruha, knowing he was too occupied with his impatience to notice what he was doing. His theory was proved by the way the guitarist gasped when he pressed his now-lubricated fingers against that tight ring of muscle, pushing past it and trusting them mercilessly. He wasn't gentle, of course not! Reita knew that Uruha liked it rough, craving the pain-induced pleasure that turned him on greatly; he confirmed it with the way he threw his head back, fingers tangling in those blonde locks Reita possessed. Fingers scissoring, Reita picked his head up to watch Uruha, to watch the way that he writhed and moaned, face flushed red from the pleasure he was receiving. It wasn't enough for him, though, Reita knew; he craved for something more, something bigger. That was shown by the pleading whines he was giving.
When Uruha whimpered at the loss of his fingers, Reita smirked, knowing he was ready. Looking straight into those lust-clouded eyes when they opened, the bassist's smirk grew as he tore open the condom's package, rolling it onto his painfully hard cock before he lathered it up with the lubrication. He felt it twitch at his smallest touches, knowing that the anticipation was building up near breaking point. As he positioned himself against Uruha, he saw his breath hitch, his body lightly quivering at what was about to come. Reita wasted no time in being careful, slamming into him to the hilt in one, swift jerk of his hips.
Uruha's head snapped back, nails digging into his shoulders as the pain burst through his body, turning him on immensely as he moaned out Reita's name. The bassist's body shook as he felt the heat engulf him, muscles clenching as he slowly pulled out again, giving another rough thrust before he set a fast and shallow pace between them, loving the way that Uruha bucked against him every time he slammed into him. He loved hearing those little whimpers, pleading for him to go faster or harder, addicted to the way that Uruha yelled out in pleasure everytime he'd do as he asked.
It was when Reita gave a particularly hard thrust that Uruha screamed out, his nails digging deeper into his shoulders as he felt the head of his cock brush against his those sharp bundle of nerves, making his body explode with pleasure.
"Again, again!" He begged, his own his bucking to meet Reita's, desperately needing to feel that amazing sensation again. Reita smirked as he pulled out teasingly slowly, thrusting in roughly and hitting that spot again, his own moan drowned out by Uruha's second scream. Releasing his grip on one of Uruha's hips, he reached in between them, grasping his cock and pumping it mercilessly. He was barely going to stroke it for the third time when Uruha came violently, his back arching off of the bed completely while his seed splattered onto Reita's hands and his thighs, tainting them obscurely like fingerpaints.
"F-Fuck! Uruha!" Reita managed to choke out, feeling the way that the guitarist clenched tightly around him. Both riding out their orgasm, he finally withdrew from Uruha to collapse onto the bed next to him, the room silent save for their heavy breathing. When his breath was already leveled, Reita picked his head up from the pillow to look at the other, watching as his breathing slowed and sleep threatened to take him over. It was in that moment, within that innocent silence, that he realized that this was more than a one-night stand. There was more there than physical attraction, something deeper; it was something that had been there all along. It surprised him what he had to do just to realize that.
And Kai knew; he always have. Even now, as he silently closed the door to the bassist's bedroom, he wasn't surprised that this had happened. In all honesty, he was surprised at the fact that it didn't happen sooner. Still, no matter how prepared he thought he was for the day that it happened, he couldn't stop the overwhelming pain that he felt swelling up within his chest. He felt the tears threatening to close his throat, but they never came; his eyes were completely dry as he left the dinner he made for Reita in the kitchen, careful to not make any noise as to disturb the other two when he walked out and locked the door. He knew that the lack of tears wouldn't last for very long, maybe a couple of days at the most. Kai knew that once the tears did begin to fall, they wouldn't be able to stop and the pain he felt now would be nothing compared to what he'd feel then. For now, he'd just have to figure out a way to face them tomorrow and wait for his numbness to break.
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A/N: I'm sorry about the ending [and this fiction entirely]. D: I really didn't know how to end this aaand I want to write the final chapter soon. This is technically my first smut fiction. EVER. Seriously, so please don't hurt me? Comments = ♥
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Band: the GazettE
Chapters: 1/2
Author: Reila
Genre: Smut/Angst.
Warnings: Smut, swearing. \:D/
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Reita/Uruha, Reita/Kai
Summary: He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was wrong, but the way that the taller blonde flaunted himself, Reita couldn't help it; he was addicted.
Comments: My muses are insane. THE END. Don't kill me, okey? D: I..don't really know where I came up with this idea; it's obviously got nothing to do with Anata no Tame no Kono Inochi, which I've been listening to for the past hour, and I don't know where else the inspiration came from for this fanfiction, which makes me draw to the conclusion that I love to torture my muses and that they truly are insane. I think Anata no Tame no Kono Inochi did play a role in it with the whole "My feelings getting out of hand" thing and such.. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: ROFL I'd have to hide them in my closet, which is something I don't have at the moment. :D;
Bodies fell onto the bed, limbs tangled and lips locked onto each other. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was wrong, but the way that the taller blonde flaunted himself, Reita couldn't help it; he was addicted. He knew better, his conscience continuously nagging him that he was taken, that he had Kai, and yet, he found himself there in his apartment, attacking Uruha's neck with his mouth and grinding against him, wanting, no, needing to hear those frustrated whimpers that kept escaping everytime their erections rubbed together through their clothes.
"Reita!" Uruha growled, bucking his hips up against the smaller blonde's, desperate for more contact. "Stop teasing!"
"So impatient," he chuckled in his ear, leaning down to harshly nip his neck. Lips contorted into a smirk as a surprised gasp exhaled itself from the guitarist's lips, feeling the body beneath him quiver with anticipation. Hand sliding up his shirt, Reita played with Uruha's nipples, twisting and lightly tugging them while he nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin that was his neck. Tongue swirled itself along his pulse, teasing him before he bit down harshly. His smirk had returned when Uruha gasped again, his hips involuntarily thrusted up against Reita, a small whine escaping his lips.
"Careful, Reita," warned the guitarist, slightly breathless. "You don't want anyone to catch on, do you? We have fans to think about, too.."
"You just don't want anything to mark your skin," Reita replied, sounding amused. His hand movements were quick, slipping down to cup and massage Uruha's clothed cock and surprised him. "You know we have amazing make-up artists." His eyes watched as the taller blonde's skin flushed with pleasure, pouting lips parted as he released a few moans. Somehow, he knew how to push Uruha's buttons, he knew how to drive him insane with pleasure and frustration; it was someting he gained from the years that he had spent with him, subconciously storing everything about his friend in the back of his mind until he was able to use it.
Lids opened, revealing lust-filled eyes as Uruha looked up at him, silently pleading him to just fuck him. Groaning, Reita leaned down, capturing his lips with his own. Tongue prodded passed those kiss-swollen lips, demanding entrance, which Uruha gave submissively. Their tongues danced roughly with each other, the latter hardly putting up a fight for dominance. Eventually, he gave in to Reita, knowing it was foolish of him to even try and gain the title of seme; it was something he never wanted in the first place. Still, it was fun for him to try.
His moan was swallowed by Reita, feeling his hand slip underneath those incredibly short shorts, knowing that they'd soon be discared once the former was done playing his little game. For now, all he could do was gasp into their kiss when he felt Reita's hand wrap around his cock as much as he could, feeling it twitch almost painfully beneath his clothed imprisonment. He wanted more, wanted to be free, but he knew that Reita wasn't finished, running his fingers along its length teasingly slow, brushing against that pulsating vein.
The way Uruha moaned his name when he swiped his thumb over the head of his erection, it took almost all of his self-control to keep himself from ripping their clothes off and fucking him senseless right then and there. Reita wanted to make this night last as long as possible in case they didn't have a chance to do this again. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it again, almost positive that there was nothing more then sexual attraction between the two. He somehow knew that Uruha felt the same way, positive that they were to never take their relationship farther beyond this night, making Reita grateful for how he knew that; despite what they were doing with each other behind everyone's back, he still harbored deep feelings for Kai. The thought of their innocent drummer was almost enough to make him pull away from the guitarist, but something forceful, more powerful, was keeping him there; it was primitive.
Pushing the last amount of concern from his mind, he withdrew his hand from Uruha's shorts, gaining a protesting whimper that was quickly surpressed by the hot and messy kiss they shared; tongues toyed with each other as Reita moved quickly to undress the latter, unsure how much longer he could surpress the burning desire to grip the guitarist's Goddess-like thighs and slam into his perfect ass. Uruha was workly to undress Reita as well, his hands fumbling with his jacket and shirt while he inwardly cursed at how difficult it was to undress from their stage attire. Once he had undressed the bassist, Uruha reached out towards the bedside table, instincively knowing what Reita kept there. Yanking open the drawer, he groped around aimlessly as he fought to keep his concentration to grab the lube with Reita lapping at his nipples. He almost gave up when the other bite down teasingly on the nub when his hand finally grasped the bottle and condom, shoving them into Reita's hands and giving a helpless whine.
The bassist continued to tease him, dragging his tongue across his chest before he ran it over the other nipple. A chuckle escaped as he heard the frustrated groan escape Uruha, knowing he was too occupied with his impatience to notice what he was doing. His theory was proved by the way the guitarist gasped when he pressed his now-lubricated fingers against that tight ring of muscle, pushing past it and trusting them mercilessly. He wasn't gentle, of course not! Reita knew that Uruha liked it rough, craving the pain-induced pleasure that turned him on greatly; he confirmed it with the way he threw his head back, fingers tangling in those blonde locks Reita possessed. Fingers scissoring, Reita picked his head up to watch Uruha, to watch the way that he writhed and moaned, face flushed red from the pleasure he was receiving. It wasn't enough for him, though, Reita knew; he craved for something more, something bigger. That was shown by the pleading whines he was giving.
When Uruha whimpered at the loss of his fingers, Reita smirked, knowing he was ready. Looking straight into those lust-clouded eyes when they opened, the bassist's smirk grew as he tore open the condom's package, rolling it onto his painfully hard cock before he lathered it up with the lubrication. He felt it twitch at his smallest touches, knowing that the anticipation was building up near breaking point. As he positioned himself against Uruha, he saw his breath hitch, his body lightly quivering at what was about to come. Reita wasted no time in being careful, slamming into him to the hilt in one, swift jerk of his hips.
Uruha's head snapped back, nails digging into his shoulders as the pain burst through his body, turning him on immensely as he moaned out Reita's name. The bassist's body shook as he felt the heat engulf him, muscles clenching as he slowly pulled out again, giving another rough thrust before he set a fast and shallow pace between them, loving the way that Uruha bucked against him every time he slammed into him. He loved hearing those little whimpers, pleading for him to go faster or harder, addicted to the way that Uruha yelled out in pleasure everytime he'd do as he asked.
It was when Reita gave a particularly hard thrust that Uruha screamed out, his nails digging deeper into his shoulders as he felt the head of his cock brush against his those sharp bundle of nerves, making his body explode with pleasure.
"Again, again!" He begged, his own his bucking to meet Reita's, desperately needing to feel that amazing sensation again. Reita smirked as he pulled out teasingly slowly, thrusting in roughly and hitting that spot again, his own moan drowned out by Uruha's second scream. Releasing his grip on one of Uruha's hips, he reached in between them, grasping his cock and pumping it mercilessly. He was barely going to stroke it for the third time when Uruha came violently, his back arching off of the bed completely while his seed splattered onto Reita's hands and his thighs, tainting them obscurely like fingerpaints.
"F-Fuck! Uruha!" Reita managed to choke out, feeling the way that the guitarist clenched tightly around him. Both riding out their orgasm, he finally withdrew from Uruha to collapse onto the bed next to him, the room silent save for their heavy breathing. When his breath was already leveled, Reita picked his head up from the pillow to look at the other, watching as his breathing slowed and sleep threatened to take him over. It was in that moment, within that innocent silence, that he realized that this was more than a one-night stand. There was more there than physical attraction, something deeper; it was something that had been there all along. It surprised him what he had to do just to realize that.
And Kai knew; he always have. Even now, as he silently closed the door to the bassist's bedroom, he wasn't surprised that this had happened. In all honesty, he was surprised at the fact that it didn't happen sooner. Still, no matter how prepared he thought he was for the day that it happened, he couldn't stop the overwhelming pain that he felt swelling up within his chest. He felt the tears threatening to close his throat, but they never came; his eyes were completely dry as he left the dinner he made for Reita in the kitchen, careful to not make any noise as to disturb the other two when he walked out and locked the door. He knew that the lack of tears wouldn't last for very long, maybe a couple of days at the most. Kai knew that once the tears did begin to fall, they wouldn't be able to stop and the pain he felt now would be nothing compared to what he'd feel then. For now, he'd just have to figure out a way to face them tomorrow and wait for his numbness to break.
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A/N: I'm sorry about the ending [and this fiction entirely]. D: I really didn't know how to end this aaand I want to write the final chapter soon. This is technically my first smut fiction. EVER. Seriously, so please don't hurt me? Comments = ♥
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