"when, what, to whom did i lose my heart?" - Ruki/Uruha - 1/1.
Title: when, what, to whom did i lose my heart?
Chapters: 1/1.
Author: route337
Genre: Romance.
Rating: PG.
Band: the GazettE.
Pairing: Ruki/Uruha.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Am a liar.
Summary: No one likes to be alone on Christmas. Two moments, where the only things that matter are them, and everything that they've been bottling away on the inside.
Honesty held little feelings of infatuation and love. It held the things that could get them into trouble the easiest, so they simply pushed it away. Pushed it away somewhere deep and dark so they wouldn't have to think about it. Sometimes, of course, little sparks would fly, but there was never a real flame. Uruha's back made a painful collision with the wall, and it drew a sharp breath from him.
He whispered against Ruki's lips, "I was so stupid."
They smelled of perfume, and fresh clothes, and hairspray; and everything that was sinful, but everything that they were not satisfied with. Everything had become so hard to comprehend; their senses were pushed to the point where they had become numb. Uruha kept his eye on every one of Ruki's movements, and though it seemed that Ruki was perpetually still, save from the rise and fall of his chest, Uruha noticed everything. The way his lips slightly parted, the twitch at corner of his mouth.
And his breath was warm against Uruha's lips. "I've been blind against my own feelings."
"All this time."
"All this time," Ruki repeated, and Uruha didn't even have time to respond because Ruki was kissing him. Ruki was kissing him, and Uruha was holding back tears of some sort. Happiness, sadness, loneliness; everything, whatever it was, mixed up in the way Uruha's hands pulled Ruki closer.
In the tangibility of hair and skin and snow white fabric they found that they could take breaths so deep that it felt like their lungs would burst. That everything they felt was inside their heads, and their hearts did not feel not even a shred of it all, and somehow, that made it seem all the more real.
Time was never of the essence. They had all the time in the world.
"You didn't have to stop for me," Ruki said from the corner of his mouth. In one swift movement, he pushed his glasses up his nose, took a drag on his cigarette and buttoned up his jacket. Uruha would have called him superman.
"It's Christmas," Uruha said, but his voice was tired. He felt like he had all the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet it was only his own heartbeat that made him weary. "I don't like being alone on Christmas."
"You were never lonely, Uruha. We both wear sunglasses inside; the big little details usually escape us." Ruki's eyes were gleaming; he sniffed, and regained his composition within seconds. But Uruha noticed, of course he noticed, and somehow, these little cracks made Uruha want Ruki even more.
Uruha's fingers entwined in Ruki's; the metal of their rings was cold against their skin, and Uruha leaned forwards to kiss Ruki's temple. Ruki closed his eyes, because the mere thought of Uruha's touches was something. "Let's go home," Uruha whispered, and all Ruki was able to manage was a nod.
What was home? Home was honesty, behind closed doors, where the truth was destructive.
Chapters: 1/1.
Author: route337
Genre: Romance.
Rating: PG.
Band: the GazettE.
Pairing: Ruki/Uruha.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Am a liar.
Summary: No one likes to be alone on Christmas. Two moments, where the only things that matter are them, and everything that they've been bottling away on the inside.
Honesty held little feelings of infatuation and love. It held the things that could get them into trouble the easiest, so they simply pushed it away. Pushed it away somewhere deep and dark so they wouldn't have to think about it. Sometimes, of course, little sparks would fly, but there was never a real flame. Uruha's back made a painful collision with the wall, and it drew a sharp breath from him.
He whispered against Ruki's lips, "I was so stupid."
They smelled of perfume, and fresh clothes, and hairspray; and everything that was sinful, but everything that they were not satisfied with. Everything had become so hard to comprehend; their senses were pushed to the point where they had become numb. Uruha kept his eye on every one of Ruki's movements, and though it seemed that Ruki was perpetually still, save from the rise and fall of his chest, Uruha noticed everything. The way his lips slightly parted, the twitch at corner of his mouth.
And his breath was warm against Uruha's lips. "I've been blind against my own feelings."
"All this time."
"All this time," Ruki repeated, and Uruha didn't even have time to respond because Ruki was kissing him. Ruki was kissing him, and Uruha was holding back tears of some sort. Happiness, sadness, loneliness; everything, whatever it was, mixed up in the way Uruha's hands pulled Ruki closer.
In the tangibility of hair and skin and snow white fabric they found that they could take breaths so deep that it felt like their lungs would burst. That everything they felt was inside their heads, and their hearts did not feel not even a shred of it all, and somehow, that made it seem all the more real.
Time was never of the essence. They had all the time in the world.
"You didn't have to stop for me," Ruki said from the corner of his mouth. In one swift movement, he pushed his glasses up his nose, took a drag on his cigarette and buttoned up his jacket. Uruha would have called him superman.
"It's Christmas," Uruha said, but his voice was tired. He felt like he had all the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet it was only his own heartbeat that made him weary. "I don't like being alone on Christmas."
"You were never lonely, Uruha. We both wear sunglasses inside; the big little details usually escape us." Ruki's eyes were gleaming; he sniffed, and regained his composition within seconds. But Uruha noticed, of course he noticed, and somehow, these little cracks made Uruha want Ruki even more.
Uruha's fingers entwined in Ruki's; the metal of their rings was cold against their skin, and Uruha leaned forwards to kiss Ruki's temple. Ruki closed his eyes, because the mere thought of Uruha's touches was something. "Let's go home," Uruha whispered, and all Ruki was able to manage was a nod.
What was home? Home was honesty, behind closed doors, where the truth was destructive.