Fic: Break Me [GazettE kink meme, Aoi/Ruki/Kai/Uruha, NC-17]

[rukixdesu]

Title: Break Me
Pairing: Aoi/Ruki/Kai/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut. Pure smut.
Warnings: Foursome, blowjobs, dirty talk, sex, mild exhibitionism/voyeurism, and did I mention foursome?
Disclaimer: I do not own these guys. If I did, Ruki would be my bitch and Aoi would be my sex slave. It's best that I don't ever own them.

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The first time that Yutaka heard the muffled moaning, he thought nothing of it. He assumed it was Kouyou in the shower, getting a little too much enjoyment from the hot water running over his skin - and had ended up enjoying that image enough to get out of bed and join his lover under the water. It hadn’t been him, of course, but when they’d returned to bed together, the moaning had stopped and it was time for them to curl up in the afterglow and go to sleep.
He was half-asleep the second time he heard it. For all he knew, it was his mind playing tricks on him, and maybe Kouyou hadn’t been sitting on his hips and sinking down onto his cock over and over again, moaning and using those long fingers to stroke his own cock - but he’d be damned if reality would ruin that image, and so he’d slipped his hand between his legs and pretended it wasn’t someone else’s voice yelling “fuck me” time and time again.

But now, he was fully awake, and Kouyou was beside him, lost in his own little world with his guitar in his lap as he tuned and polished it. He was oblivious to the sounds of the murmurs on the other side of the wall, and perhaps the low sounds of groaning, too. But Yutaka was all too keen to them, and he had had enough of his two band mates (unknowingly) teasing his voyeuristic personality.

As leader-san, he was going to put an end to this tonight.

He shifted so that he could wrap his arms around Kouyou's waist, and he nuzzled into the other man’s neck before planting a gentle kiss on the skin. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, and he smiled as Kouyou hummed in response and returned his attention to his guitar. He chuckled as he drew away, and then he put on enough clothes to be decent and left the room.

When he stood in front of his band mates’ door, he had to pause and think for a moment about how he wanted to approach this. Did he want to just barge in and tell them to please stop having such loud sex right when he and Kouyou wanted to lie down and go to sleep? Did he want to linger in the doorway and watch them and see if Takanori's moaning was just to feed Yuu's ego?

He swore under his breath, and then he decided to hang the consequences. It was already out of character for him to approach the two like this, so he thought that he might as well get the most out of it. He raised his fist, and knocked - perhaps a little too loudly. Inside the room, he could hear the two of them talking to each other, and he could hear a groan and a sigh as one of them padded over to the door.

It was Yuu that had come to greet him, and he hadn’t bothered to put clothes back on. It was clear to Yutaka that the guitarist wasn’t the type of man to be ashamed of his body. And momentarily, Yutaka found himself staring at it, taking him in. All of the muscles that his stage clothes suggested were right here in front of him, with a slight curve to the hips and a firm tone to the arms and the legs. It was the body of a man learned in the art of judo, and Yutaka had to pretend that he wasn’t slightly turned on by it. To hell with his voyeuristic tendencies. He did have Kouyou, after all…

Yuu raised a curious eyebrow at him, and a self-assured smirk lifted his lips. “Well? Did you come here to join in, stare at me, or both?” He chuckled to himself, and he shifted to lean against the doorframe, no longer shielding Takanori from the view.

The singer had elected to stay in bed, and he had stretched out, and his hand had found its way between his legs. He was moaning quietly now, his own hand clearly not enough to do to him what Yuu's cock could, and shifting impatiently on top of the sheets. “Yuu, come on,” he whined, and Yuu glanced back at him, chuckling, his smirk softening into a smile.

“Just a minute, baby. Leader-san has something he wants to say.” He smiled despite the glare that the other man shot at him, and then he turned his attention back to Yutaka. “Well? Have you come to chastise us for fucking all the time, or not?”

Yutaka felt his face flush, and his stance became quite a bit less intimidating. If Yuu wasn’t put off by how frustrating the noises were, then there really was no point in continuing the charade, was there? “Well…to be honest…it’s been turning me on…but there’s Kouyou…” Yuu lifted an eyebrow, and his gaze seemed to fix upon something past Yutaka’s shoulder. “What are you looking at?” the drummer questioned, and then he turned, and his eyes widened as he saw Kouyou standing there, an amused expression on his face.

“What about me?”

“Oh, I was…I was just…”

“You two should come in,” Yuu said. “I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.” He chuckled, turning away, and returned to bed with Takanori. The vocalist immediately pulled him down into a kiss, one that he seemed to melt into, and then they were whispering to each other before kissing once again.

Takanori's arms wound themselves around Yuu's body as the guitarist settled between his legs, and his fingernails dug long red lines into his back as Yuu's hips rolled downward against his. He moaned, breaking the kiss to drop his head back against the pillow, and casually gazed over at Yutaka and Kouyou as they stood there, frozen in place.

It took Kouyou a few moments to push Yutaka forward and find the decency to kick the door shut.

Takanori seemed to chuckle breathlessly, and then he moaned, his eyes closing, as Yuu's mouth found its way to his neck. It was remarkably clear that these two men had been together on an intimate level for a long time. Yuu seemed to know all of the ways to make Takanori buck up against him and moan breathlessly, and Takanori seemed to know just how to dig his nails into the other man’s skin in order to get what he wanted.

“Kouyou, what are you-“

“I don’t care if it turns you on, you know. It’s not like you’re after someone on the street or anything.” Again, he felt the guitarist’s hands on his back, pushing him forward, and he resisted for a moment before the guitarist began to push harder, forcing him to obey. Then, the guitarist’s voice was louder - “You two are assholes, but whatever you’re planning, consider us in.”

Yuu chuckled as he pressed a kiss to Takanori's neck, and then he was slipping out of the vocalist’s grip, moving off to the side, leaving him with his erection resting against his stomach and his fingers digging into the sheets. “Go on, then,” he said, and he gestured to the writhing vocalist. “I want to see one of you with him.”

Yutaka was the first to step forward. If Kouyou was going to make him go through with this, then he would be damned if he was stuck with the man that would force him to submit. He crept onto the bed and knelt between Takanori's legs, and found himself gasping in surprise as the vocalist shamelessly reached for him and brought him down for a deep kiss. Fingers grasped at the strands of his hair and curled around them, and he growled as Takanori bit at his lip and tried to claim control of the kiss.

Yutaka found that he felt angry now. After keeping him awake and making him doubt his devotion to his boyfriend on several occasions, Takanori had the nerve to assume that he could have control here, too. “No,” he said, his voice a low breath against the other man’s mouth. “This doesn’t go farther until I say it does.” Takanori whined and pushed his body up against him, rolling his hips enticingly beneath his, and Yuu chuckled beside him.

“You’re in trouble, too, Shiroyama,” he heard Kouyou say, and he heard Yuu humming in response as if that was what he’d been expecting. “You drive us all nuts with the shit you do on stage, you know.”

Yuu chuckled, and Yutaka felt the bed shifting as Yuu rose to meet the other guitarist. “I doubt you’ll get very far trying to get back at me,” he said, and he could hear Kouyou chuckling at the words, “but I’d love to watch you try.”

Kouyou was quiet for a moment, and then Yutaka could only assume that either he or Yuu had drawn the other into a kiss. There was the faint sound of lips moving together, of two men sighing as they got to know each other on a more intimate level, and Yutaka lifted his head to see. Beneath him, Takanori whined at the loss of attention, but he was unfazed. He was too transfixed by the sight of Kouyou in the arms of the other guitarist, watching him sigh and do his best not to submit as he had with Yutaka on so many occasions.

Then, impatiently, Takanori reached for him once more, and Yuu and Kouyou's actions were lost to him. This time, however, Takanori didn’t seem to be seeking to control. It became clear to Yutaka that the other man had learned his lesson - and he wondered if he and Yuu ever dabbled in dominance play.

Full, pouty lips separated against his, and he felt the breath of a sigh against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He felt hands at his back, knuckles digging against him as those hands roamed upward to his shoulder blades, and he moaned as Takanori shifted his body and rubbed against him in just the right way. It didn’t even faze him when he realized that he was already half-hard. Any man would be, he was sure, if he had someone this submissive lying underneath him.

Beside them, Yuu and Kouyou found their place on the bed. Yuu sat with his back against the headboard, and the bed shifted as Kouyou moved to sit in his lap. There was more sighing and more kissing, and then Yuu whispered something that Yutaka was too lost in kissing Takanori to catch.

Kouyou chuckled faintly, and then the bed shifted more as he moved - and the sound of a zipper made it clear that he now knelt between Yuu's spread legs. Yuu moaned, and then Kouyou hummed, and the sound was muffled. When Yutaka realized that Kouyou was giving the other man a blowjob, the image went straight to his cock. He knew how intense Kouyou could be when it came to sucking cock, and how he could make Yutaka come again and again just with his blowjobs.

He ignored the sound of it for now, instead focusing on learning the things that made Takanori moan. So far, he’d discovered that the vocalist loved French kissing, and one of his more sensitive places was his chest - more specifically, his nipples. Every time he rubbed his thumbs over them, the vocalist moaned and arched up a little, and then seemed to try to kiss him with more fervor before calming down again.

And eventually, he felt those demanding hands at his waist, pushing his sweatpants down. Fingernails grazed over his bared skin as the material fell down to his knees, and he casually kicked it away before he realized the intensity of what was going on. He paused, raising up enough to turn and look at Kouyou. “Kou?”

The other man glanced up at him, his mouth sliding off Yuu's cock, and lifted an eyebrow. “I’m giving our other guitarist a blowjob, and you’re asking my permission to fuck our vocalist?” He smiled, but then seemed to realize that there was more than that. He gave Yuu an apologetic smile, not incredibly bothered that he’d stopped mid-blowjob to comfort his boyfriend, and crawled up the bed to meet Yutaka’s lips.

The drummer sighed into the kiss, and only drew away when he felt that he’d relaxed.

“Give it to him good, Yu,” the other man said with a faint chuckle. “Teach him not to moan like that when we’re trying to sleep, hm?” He smiled, a little more slyly, and then crawled away, going back to his position between Yuu's legs. Yutaka watched him for a moment, trying to fathom what his lover thought of this whole situation, and then decided to obey his request, returning his full attention to Takanori.

The vocalist moaned, shifting beneath him, and seemed surprised when his hands roamed upward, searching for underwear to remove. “You really do sleep in the nude, don’t you?” he breathed, and he looked up at Yutaka with amused eyes. “Fuck, you really are as perverted as I thought.” He chuckled, and then Yutaka leaned down to cut him off. The vocalist released a surprised moan against his mouth, muffled by the rougher kiss, and brought his legs up to wrap them around the drummer’s waist.

Beside them, Yuu was moaning, and Yutaka could only imagine what kind of bliss he was experiencing. When Kouyou gave him blowjobs, Yutaka eventually found himself reduced to moaning and incoherently mumbling the other man’s name, tangling fingers in his hair and holding him down against his cock. Oh, Kouyou was incredible at sucking cock. He had a talent for deep throating, and that lack of a gag reflex had taken their sex life to incredible places.

Yuu moaned again, louder, with more of a surprised edge to the sound, and Yutaka assumed that Kouyou was showing off that particular talent. He wanted badly to turn around and watch him, see how his eyes closed and his mouth opened, see how he swallowed to relax his throat and then sank down until his lips were pressed against Yuu's skin. He wanted to see the look of bliss on his face as Yuu grasped at his hair and held him in place and pushed upward against him - and he wanted to push Yuu away and force his own cock into his lover’s mouth just to experience that incredible heat.

But instead, Takanori called for his attention now.

He wedged a hand between the other man’s legs, rubbing a finger over his entrance, and then he pushed it inside as he pressed their lips firmly together. Takanori moaned against his mouth, his fingers curling against the dip of the drummer’s back, and he pushed his hips upward before pressing them down, trying to coax the finger in deeper.

Yutaka complied, if only to be that much closer to some kind of satisfaction, and soon pushed a second finger inside. He had no doubt that Yuu had prepared the other man for his cock when they’d been together, but Yutaka had unintentionally hurt a few of his lovers by not preparing them enough. He wasn’t going to have Yuu yelling at him for doing the same thing to Takanori.

He opened his lips and pushed his tongue forward, suddenly feeling frustrated and rather forward, and felt a rush of satisfaction as Ruki submitted to him and pushed his hips upward in response. He turned his wrist, his fingers searching for a more sensitive bundle of nerves, and he knew that he’d found it when Takanori's nails dug into his back and the vocalist broke the kiss to drop his head back and moan.

Yutaka followed him down, deciding to take a break from the other man’s plush, kiss-swollen lips, and buried his face in his neck instead. He bit and kissed at the skin he found there, careful not to bite hard enough to leave a hickey - he wasn’t, after all, about to claim that Takanori was his territory when he clearly belonged to someone else.

Takanori moaned, and then moaned again as Yutaka pushed a third finger into him, ignoring his prostate now and focusing entirely on stretching him. Egotistical as it sounded, he knew that he was larger than most men, and so he had to be fairly thorough with preparing his lovers.

And beside him, Yuu was moaning as Kouyou's lips and tongue worked together to make him feel dizzying amounts of pleasure, and he was reluctantly drawing the other man away from his cock, pulling him up to kiss him hard. Kouyou moaned as their mouths met, as Yuu's tongue licked his lips, and wrapped his fingers around the other man’s cock to replace his mouth.

Yuu coaxed his lips open, and he sighed and submitted to the kiss, letting the other guitarist’s tongue explore his mouth. He shifted closer, making the awkward angle of the kiss less of a strain on his neck. Already, his jaw felt tense from the blowjob he’d just given Yuu, but he decided to ignore that particular ache and surrender himself to the lips against his. Yuu was fantastic at kissing, but his kisses were different. He was demanding and completely dominant - nothing like the teasing kisses that he was used to from Yutaka. He could be a dominant lover, too, but Yuu was on a completely different level - it was as if he was always meant to be in control.

The thought made him shiver, and he found himself leaning forward to follow up for more kissing when Yuu pulled away. Instead, he felt a finger against his lips, and he opened his eyes to see the expression on the other man’s face. Had he decided that this wasn’t a good idea after all? Was he going to kick them out and then fuck Takanori harder than ever before?

It didn’t seem that way. He looked amused, and when Kouyou glanced over at Yutaka and Takanori, he could see why. He watched as Yutaka withdrew his fingers from the vocalist’s body, shifted to sit up between his legs, and then pushed his cock forward, moaning as the tightness enveloped him. Kouyou moaned at the sight, his own cock twitching as he felt a ghost of the sensation of that cock slowly pushing its way into his own body, and he crawled away from Yuu to kneel on one side of Takanori's head.

The other man’s face was red and sweaty now, and Kouyou reached forward and brushed sweat-slicked strands of hair from the vocalist’s face. He knew all too well how overwhelming it was to have Yutaka’s cock pushing inside him, and wanted to offer a little comfort before he could take advantage of the mouth that had kept them up at night.

He looked over to Yuu, but the other guitarist had already moved away and was now kneeling on the other side of the bed, his cock pointing upward and almost directly toward Takanori's face. He’d wrapped his fingers around it, and he was stroking it - he, too, seemed to want more.

And Kouyou watched as Yuu leaned forward, and he almost seemed to move in slow-motion as his free hand cupped Yutaka’s cheek to get his attention before he was pressing their mouths together in a kiss. Kouyou moaned at the sight of two dominant men kissing each other, and he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his own cock. He let out a breath of relief as he pulled it from its restraints, and then he shimmied out of the clothing, leaving himself in just a shirt.

He took that off, too, and didn’t notice that Takanori was watching him until he looked down. The other man’s breaths came in short pants now, his body overwhelmed with pleasure and the size of the cock pressing inside him, and he seemed desperate for some kind of relief. Kouyou chuckled, and then he shifted forward, wrapping his fingers around the base of his own cock and moving within Takanori's reach. “Suck it.”

It wasn’t like him to be this commanding. Of course, he had nights where he liked to demand certain things from Yutaka and make him give it to him exactly as he wanted it when Yutaka was fucking him, but he wasn’t the kind of man to be assertive. But Takanori and Yuu had been bothering him with their nightly explorations of each others’ bodies as much as they’d bothered Yutaka, and tonight he was at least going to get something out of it.

Takanori had to shift slightly to get close enough to suck him, and he moaned against the head of his cock as it made Yutaka shift inside him. But then his eyes closed, and he seemed to forget about the pain of being filled by something so big. He brought a shaking hand up, wrapping it around the base, and brought his mouth down so that his lips covered the head. His talent, it seemed, was using his tongue, and Kouyou swore and shut his eyes so that he could enjoy it. One hand tangled in Takanori's hair, caressing his scalp, and he tilted his own head back and shifted forward just a little more to make it easier.

“Jesus Christ,” he heard one of the other men whisper. His eyes opened slightly, and he saw Yutaka appraising him with wide eyes. He smiled hazily and then closed his eyes again. It didn’t matter that his lover had never seen him quite this demanding before. It wasn’t about just the two of them here.

And as Yutaka realized that, he also realized that he had been still within Takanori's body for too long. The other man had unwrapped his legs from his waist to give Kouyou the blowjob he’d demanded, and was now pushing against him, trying to get him to move. Oh, but he would. He settled into a better position between the vocalist’s legs, his hands finding his thighs and pushing them upward, and then he began to thrust.

Out of habit, he began with a slower thrust, letting Takanori become used to the feeling of having someone new inside his body. It wasn’t long, however, until his pace quickened. He had to hold Takanori's legs in place so that the vocalist could do what Kouyou had asked of him, but he used them as leverage to hold himself up as he thrust harshly into him. This quicker pace was something he was much more used to. Of course, he and Kouyou had had their slower nights where they had made love until they’d been tired enough to fall asleep, but those nights were few and far between. Both of them loved a faster pace - it made them both moan loud and long and gave them both the most intense orgasms they had ever had.

And there was plenty of moaning going on now. Takanori had reached his free hand over toward Yuu, and the guitarist had guided those expert fingers to his cock, and Takanori was stroking him as he sucked Kouyou's cock. Eventually, though, he let Kouyou slide out of his mouth, and he turned his head, taking Yuu into his mouth and using the hand he’d wrapped around Kouyou's base to stroke him instead.

It truly was a sight to behold. To watch Takanori being so thoroughly degraded in comparison to the high-seated pedestal he put himself on when on stage was incredible, and it was driving Yutaka closer and closer to the edge. He watched as the vocalist took Yuu into his mouth and caressed the veins of his cock with his tongue, sucking at the head before pushing forward once more, and he watched as he turned his attention back to Kouyou after a while.

And as he did this, he had no way of touching his own cock. It was left straining against his stomach, hard and swollen and red, ready to release. Yutaka reached forward and wrapped his fingers around it, earning a louder moan than the rest - and as he heard it, he decided that perhaps making Takanori moan louder wasn’t a fit punishment (especially when that was what he’d come here to yell at him about.)

Nevertheless, he knew that he was close, and he could feel his stomach tighten and could feel his balls being drawn up against his body. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He thrust harder and faster, and the hand he’d wrapped around Takanori's cock stroked him faster as his thumb rubbed over the head and the slit.

It wasn’t long before Takanori was too overwhelmed with the pleasure to continue his game of switching between Kouyou and Yuu. The two men were kissing over him now, their hands busy with their own lengths, and Takanori was left to press his head back and bring shaking hands to his thighs to hold his legs in place. Yutaka was able to straighten more when he did this, and he let out a soft sigh as Kouyou broke away from Yuu to bring those familiar, soft lips against his.

He moaned into the kiss, letting Kouyou bite and nibble at his mouth, and then his lips parted and his tongue was delving forward, in search of Kouyou's. It finally reached its target, and Kouyou curled his tongue familiarly against Yutaka’s - and faintly, the drummer could hear the sounds of Yuu leaning down over his lover to offer him more familiar kisses of his own.

But eventually, he had to draw away. “Too much,” he gasped, and he pulled out of Takanori's body as the tension built to its climax. He released Takanori's cock in the process, focusing entirely on his own, and he was positive that he felt dizzy as he finally came. His release landed in hot ribbons on the vocalist’s skin, and he sat back on his heels as both Kouyou and Yuu shifted forward, one coming shortly after the other.

Takanori laid there, panting, as they came over him, and then it was Yuu that took on the responsibility of making him come. He leaned over the vocalist once more, kissing him and wrapping a hand around him, and they kissed for a while even after the vocalist found his release.

As Yutaka watched them, he realized that he didn’t have anything to be angry about at all. Seeing them together now proved that they were two men who really loved each other, just as he and Kouyou were, and he resigned himself to accepting that this had just been a new experience for all of them (and not the angry fuck that he’d thought it to be.)

He shifted away from them when Yuu turned to lie on his side beside the vocalist, and only paused when it felt as if someone was studying him.

“Yutaka, you idiot, where do you think you’re going?” Takanori's voice was breathy and cracked, but he was smiling as he looked at the drummer. “You didn’t think we’d kick you two out, did you?” He tilted his head, and beside him, Yuu laughed.

“Stay,” the guitarist said, and he helped Takanori turn onto his side, and he pulled him close. “There’s room. Come on. Stay.” He smiled, and he waited - and eventually, Yutaka glanced back at Kouyou and received a nod in response.

He crawled forward, lying on his side behind Takanori, and shut his eyes when he felt Kouyou lie down, too. His warmth was a comfort, and so was the arm that wound itself around his waist. He rested a hand over the wrist, too tired to turn around and claim a kiss, smiling as familiar lips pressed themselves against the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” Kouyou whispered, and as he fell asleep Yutaka heard Takanori whispering the same thing to Yuu.