Maid Craze 1 /1 AoiRuki Crack
Title: Maid Craze
Chapter: oneshot 1/1
pairing: AoixRuki RukixAoi
genre: Crack
“Are you fucking serious?” Ruki finally spoke after recovering from his shock when he came back to the hotel room.
“You could at least close the door and pick up your stuff first you know. It’s getting quite cold in here,” Aoi noted him as he adjusted his headdress with a pink tint on his cheeks. “And could you stop gaping like a fish? It’s not the first time you saw me in this costume!”
“But that’s in photo shoots, Aoi! You were forced to wear them for the sake of fans,”
“But I kinda like how I look. See, the skirt compliments my ass,” Aoi twirled himself in front of the still partially shocked vocalist. “It gives this ‘fluffy-puffy’ feel, don’t you think?” he patted the puffed up skirt of his.
“Give me two reasons why you brought this costume home,” Ruki crossed his hands. Aoi is a thirty-two year old man goddamn it! Why would he take the maid’s uniform from the private shoot they had earlier?! Well, everyone knows about Aoi's not so secret addiction to skirts since almost all of his costumes has a hybrid skirt thing that's not so obvious (except for the hardcore fans that'll immediately recognize it's a skirt). They had done countless shots of Aoi wearing a dress, a kimono and a lot of skirts. But why would he bring this costume when he had seen better ones which the elder man can at least use for daily wear… Unless there is something fishy going on with this unexpected old man- but heck, yeah. The skirt does compliment his a- Ruki snap out of it!
Ruki mentally snapped himself out but only to find the other man smiling that 100 million dollar dorky smile to him. “Reason number one, well, like I’ve said before; the skirt compliments my ass, and I just like how it looks. Reason number two~,” Aoi’s voice suddenly change into a low purr.
“Reason number two~,” he caught Ruki by his wrist and leaned into the other’s shoulder and whispered with those husky, sexy tone as his warm breathe tickled my earlobe. “Won’t you be my goshujinsama for the night?,”
Holy shit. Holy shi- Ruki’s brain began to hyperventilates because he had always love the way Aoi speak with those low husky, sexy, so deliciously beautiful voice tone. So tempting , he would have pounce on him and for all he cares takes the man right then and right now. The image of Aoi’s ass shaking and the fluffy, frilly skirt dancing on those thighs is just so tempting and it’s not helping him at all as he felt his pants getting slightly tighter.
“Stop playing around, Aoi,” Ruki pushed the older man away and made his way in a cool manner to the middle of the room, so cool that Reita might be so proud of him for once and dumping all the stuff he bought from the convenient store on the small coffee table that’s beside his bed before taking a seat on the bed. “I know we both like Kuroshitsuji and find it interesting and how my image kind of look like Alois but No. You’re not Maylene and we’re not going to ‘play’ this game,”
“Mm, my, my, goshujinsama~ You’re so stressed today,” still with the act, Aoi shuffled his way towards Ruki; swaying his hips an extra whip since he liked how the skirt will dance on his thighs. “Let me help you unwind,” he begin with and climbed on Ruki’s bed; placing his hands both on Ruki’s shoulder while pressing himself upon the small vocalist, trying to be as seductive as he can be and he knows Ruki can’t resist him! Oh, no! Not the great Aoi, the walking innuendo, who are able to get all the fans; boys and girls down on their knees (and hands) with his charms and tease. (oh that rhymes!)
“Aoi, stop it. I don’t go for this kind of kinks, okay?,” Ruki shrugged away Aoi’s hands; turned around and gave the elder man his ‘can’t-you-see-I’m-seriously-disturbed-and-fuck-no-way-I-am-going-to-play-along’ glare. He isn’t called a Chihuahua for nothing. He can be cute and annoying but he can shot a glare so deadly, one might not want to even see it but honestly the closeness of their bodies and how Aoi is still plastered on his back doesn’t help with his now painfully agonizing swelling manhood that is trapped underneath his skinny jeans fabric.
“Oh, come on Ruki. It’s not like you’re in the dress!,” Aoi pouted; utterly unaffected by the glare since they had been almost together forever for nine years in the band or he was just being oblivious or his eyes is distracted to somewhere else. “And you’re a fucking liar,” he chuckled.
“It was from the cold,” Ruki lied and cursed himself mentally. He should have wore bigger t-shirts to hide the huge evidence bulge so his so called 3cm-which-is-by-now-not-so-3cm dick. Great. Just.. Great..
“I’ll help you warm up then, goshujinsama,” an evil smirk played across the guitarist face.
“Fuck, no! Aoi, sto-,”
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"Good morning, Ruki," Aoi nudged the small vocalist. "Time to wake up~~,"
"Fuck," he groaned, still tired from last night's activity.
"Mmm, I would love to but we will be late if we do so," Aoi chuckled.
"Shut up, Aoi. I'm not in the mood to talk about last night,"
"Fine~," the elder shifted away from Ruki's bed. "I'll get your tea ready,"
A long silence came between them; only the sound of the electric water heater could be heard in the room until Ruki called Aoi's name.
"Yes, Ruki?"
"Next time shave your legs if you are to wear that costume again,"
The End.
A/N: I had to write it when people said Aoi was talking about his "secret part time job" which includes wearing a maid uniform XD
I'm sorry if it's not written in a proper flow. It had been quite a while since I wrote. ^^;;
Chapter: oneshot 1/1
pairing: AoixRuki RukixAoi
genre: Crack
“Are you fucking serious?” Ruki finally spoke after recovering from his shock when he came back to the hotel room.
“You could at least close the door and pick up your stuff first you know. It’s getting quite cold in here,” Aoi noted him as he adjusted his headdress with a pink tint on his cheeks. “And could you stop gaping like a fish? It’s not the first time you saw me in this costume!”
“But that’s in photo shoots, Aoi! You were forced to wear them for the sake of fans,”
“But I kinda like how I look. See, the skirt compliments my ass,” Aoi twirled himself in front of the still partially shocked vocalist. “It gives this ‘fluffy-puffy’ feel, don’t you think?” he patted the puffed up skirt of his.
“Give me two reasons why you brought this costume home,” Ruki crossed his hands. Aoi is a thirty-two year old man goddamn it! Why would he take the maid’s uniform from the private shoot they had earlier?! Well, everyone knows about Aoi's not so secret addiction to skirts since almost all of his costumes has a hybrid skirt thing that's not so obvious (except for the hardcore fans that'll immediately recognize it's a skirt). They had done countless shots of Aoi wearing a dress, a kimono and a lot of skirts. But why would he bring this costume when he had seen better ones which the elder man can at least use for daily wear… Unless there is something fishy going on with this unexpected old man- but heck, yeah. The skirt does compliment his a- Ruki snap out of it!
Ruki mentally snapped himself out but only to find the other man smiling that 100 million dollar dorky smile to him. “Reason number one, well, like I’ve said before; the skirt compliments my ass, and I just like how it looks. Reason number two~,” Aoi’s voice suddenly change into a low purr.
“Reason number two~,” he caught Ruki by his wrist and leaned into the other’s shoulder and whispered with those husky, sexy tone as his warm breathe tickled my earlobe. “Won’t you be my goshujinsama for the night?,”
Holy shit. Holy shi- Ruki’s brain began to hyperventilates because he had always love the way Aoi speak with those low husky, sexy, so deliciously beautiful voice tone. So tempting , he would have pounce on him and for all he cares takes the man right then and right now. The image of Aoi’s ass shaking and the fluffy, frilly skirt dancing on those thighs is just so tempting and it’s not helping him at all as he felt his pants getting slightly tighter.
“Stop playing around, Aoi,” Ruki pushed the older man away and made his way in a cool manner to the middle of the room, so cool that Reita might be so proud of him for once and dumping all the stuff he bought from the convenient store on the small coffee table that’s beside his bed before taking a seat on the bed. “I know we both like Kuroshitsuji and find it interesting and how my image kind of look like Alois but No. You’re not Maylene and we’re not going to ‘play’ this game,”
“Mm, my, my, goshujinsama~ You’re so stressed today,” still with the act, Aoi shuffled his way towards Ruki; swaying his hips an extra whip since he liked how the skirt will dance on his thighs. “Let me help you unwind,” he begin with and climbed on Ruki’s bed; placing his hands both on Ruki’s shoulder while pressing himself upon the small vocalist, trying to be as seductive as he can be and he knows Ruki can’t resist him! Oh, no! Not the great Aoi, the walking innuendo, who are able to get all the fans; boys and girls down on their knees (and hands) with his charms and tease. (oh that rhymes!)
“Aoi, stop it. I don’t go for this kind of kinks, okay?,” Ruki shrugged away Aoi’s hands; turned around and gave the elder man his ‘can’t-you-see-I’m-seriously-disturbed-and-fuck-no-way-I-am-going-to-play-along’ glare. He isn’t called a Chihuahua for nothing. He can be cute and annoying but he can shot a glare so deadly, one might not want to even see it but honestly the closeness of their bodies and how Aoi is still plastered on his back doesn’t help with his now painfully agonizing swelling manhood that is trapped underneath his skinny jeans fabric.
“Oh, come on Ruki. It’s not like you’re in the dress!,” Aoi pouted; utterly unaffected by the glare since they had been almost together forever for nine years in the band or he was just being oblivious or his eyes is distracted to somewhere else. “And you’re a fucking liar,” he chuckled.
“It was from the cold,” Ruki lied and cursed himself mentally. He should have wore bigger t-shirts to hide the huge evidence bulge so his so called 3cm-which-is-by-now-not-so-3cm dick. Great. Just.. Great..
“I’ll help you warm up then, goshujinsama,” an evil smirk played across the guitarist face.
“Fuck, no! Aoi, sto-,”
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"Good morning, Ruki," Aoi nudged the small vocalist. "Time to wake up~~,"
"Fuck," he groaned, still tired from last night's activity.
"Mmm, I would love to but we will be late if we do so," Aoi chuckled.
"Shut up, Aoi. I'm not in the mood to talk about last night,"
"Fine~," the elder shifted away from Ruki's bed. "I'll get your tea ready,"
A long silence came between them; only the sound of the electric water heater could be heard in the room until Ruki called Aoi's name.
"Yes, Ruki?"
"Next time shave your legs if you are to wear that costume again,"
The End.
A/N: I had to write it when people said Aoi was talking about his "secret part time job" which includes wearing a maid uniform XD
I'm sorry if it's not written in a proper flow. It had been quite a while since I wrote. ^^;;