[fic] The Wicked #4

[sabersenshi]

Title: The Wicked
Chapters: 4 /?
Author: sabersenshi
Band(s): GazettE/ alice nine./Miyavi
Pairing: Aoi/Hiroto, Kai/Nao/Miyavi..and others.. ^^
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: Um… AU, fantasty, violence, crack?..and SMUT.. here it is!! This chapter includes manXman sex!!!!
Summary: The world is divided. Being run by different factions. Here’s one sides story.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: THIS is my crack-pairing-fic.  *wiggles eyebrows* At least they’re crack to me…


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Hiroto stretches, glancing towards Aoi's door.
A grin splitting his face when he realizes the other man isn't up yet.
Making his way quietly into the kitchen, he starts grabbing things from the 'fridge.
Determined to be the one to fix their meal this time.

He's just setting the table when Aoi walks into the room.
Aoi sits down, looking at the plate the small man places in front of him.
"Wow, I guess you really can cook," he says, giving the other a quick smile before picking up his fork.
"You haven't tasted it yet," Hiroto points out.
"I just did. And it's fantastic."
"Thanks," the blond murmurs, a light blush tinting his cheeks.

About halfway thru the meal there's a loud knock on the door.
Aoi scowls as he stands.
"Keep eating," he pats Hiroto on the shoulder as he walks past.

He hears Aoi open the door.
But the voices are too low for him to catch any of what's being said.
Even tho he's worried about what Aoi's friends will say, Hiroto can't just keep eating.
He quietly moves to stand near the door.
Being careful to stay out of sight.

"You were out for a bit the other day," a strange voice is saying.
"I had a job," that was Aoi.
"Yeah? Anything interesting?" a second stranger asks.
"Not really," he hears Aoi answer.
"Kill or scare?" the first asks.
"Orders were to neutralize the threat. It's been taken care of."

The three men are silent for a moment.
Then the second stranger speaks again.
"Miyavi said you brought someone home."
"Nosey bastard," Aoi mutters.
"Come on," the man says, a smile in his voice, "He cares about you. You should be flattered."
"Bullshit," Aoi snaps. "He just found something new to gossip about."
"That and he loves teasing you," the first adds with a laugh.

"If you don't mind," the first cuts back in, "I'd rather hear about this person you brought home. Like where are is he now?"
"Hiroto?" and he can hear the exasperation in Aoi's voice even from the other room. "Would you come in here please?"
Taking a deep breath first to gather his courage, Hiroto steps into the doorway.
Finding the eyes of another black haired man and those of an almost blond on him.

"Is he legal?" the darker haired man says, looking Hiroto up and down.
"Does it really matter?" the other asks.
Standing, he walks over to Hiroto.
Smiling, he holds out his hand.
"Hi Hiroto. I'm Uruha. And that's Tora. Aoi's half-brother."
"We think," Aoi says at Hiroto's look of surprise. "We're not sure who's responsible for us. But the M.O.'s the same. Right down to the flowers our mothers' found on their pillows the next morning."

Looking the other man over, Hiroto looks skeptical.
"I don't see any resemblance."
"It's all speculation and suspicion anyway," Tora says, finally coming over to give Hiroto the once over.
"ARE you legal?" he asks, stopping back in front of him after circling the small man once.
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto says, "Yes. I'm legal. For anything that IS legal."
"What about things that aren't?" Uruha grins at the young man.
"Well, that would depend on what it is," Hiroto teases back.
Already put at ease by the man's seemingly pleasant nature.

"Where'd you find him?" Tora asks, turning back to Aoi.
"He was sitting in the park."
"And what? You just couldn't resist?"
"Something like that," Aoi answers, moving away from the other.

"Tora," Uruha cuts in, handling a folder with a curious expression on his face.
"What?" the man asks, walking over to take a page from Uruha.
"Don't.." Aoi starts, knowing what Uruha found.
But it's too late.
Tora's reading it.
Aoi curses, wishing he'd destroyed the papers instead of leaving them on a table.

"You slept with your victim instead of killing him!" Tora almost yells holding up the offending document.
"I didn't sleep with him," Aoi protests.
"Then what's he here for? Interrogation?"

"Wait a minute," Hiroto interrupts. "You weren't looking for information on..." he stammers to a stop.
Not wanting to tell the other's who he'd been meeting.
Not if Aoi wasn't going to.
"You were supposed to kill me?" he finishes.

"Neutralize," Aoi says, moving to Hiroto's side of the room.
"Which in our line of work means kill," Tora adds.
"He was being recruited? By The Vipers?" Uruha asks, still reading the folder.
"And you brought him here?" Tora's voice rises again.
"Look at him," Uruha says pointing at Hiroto, "Does he look like he's dangerous? No, he doesn't," the man continues without waiting for an answer. "Aoi was right not to kill him."
Tora stares at the man.
A look on his face that says he doesn't believe what he just heard.
"But the bosses.." Tora starts.
"Are asses," Aoi finishes for him.
"Exactly," Uruha flashes a smile at both men. "You've said it yourself, Tora. We've all wondered at some of their so-called orders."

"But no one has ever gone against a direct order before," Tora says, sitting on the couch.
"Maybe someone should've done it sooner," Aoi suggests as he takes a seat in one of the room’s chairs.
Plopping down next to Tora, Uruha takes his hand.
"Aren't you the one that keeps saying we should be in charge of our own lives?" 
Sighing, Tora looks the other man in the eye.
"This is NOT what I meant. And you know it."

"So you think Aoi should've just wasted him? For having the misfortune of being scouted as a new recruit?"
Tora shakes his head.
"No. I suppose not," he answers, eyes back on the young man in question.
Looking back at Aoi, Tora asks "So you brought him here. To what? Recruit him into our organization instead?"
"The thought had crossed my mind. But I think Hiroto has more options than you're thinking of. It's not just join us or die."

Uruha motions for the young blond to join them.
As he sits, the man turns back to Tora.
"He could change his appearance and just walk away. Move to some other city and start over."
"Is that why you didn't sleep with him?" Tora asks Aoi. "Because you wanted him to have a choice?"
Aoi shrugs.
"It's one of the reasons. I also told him I'd protect him."
"That's it then," Uruha says, as if Aoi having made that one statement settles everything.

"You do realize that there's going to be hell to pay when they find out you didn't kill him?" Tora says, not quite ready to let the matter drop.
"I do. I'm also prepared to face whatever happens alone. I don't expect anyone to back me up on this."
"Why the hell not?" Uruha asks, sounding outraged. "We're the closest thing to a family any of us have. I'm with you. Whatever happens. Tora?"
Uruha turns to the man next to him.

Tora takes a moment to look at each of the others in the room before answering.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Uruha's right. We may not be related by blood, but you've been more a brother than I could've asked for. We're in this together, come what may."
Grinning, Uruha throws an arm around Tora, "Now all we need to do is get the others' to agree. Then we'll hold all of the cards."

~*~

"You know, we really should introduce Hiroto to everybody else," Uruha says right before closing the door.
Letting it click shut behind him.
Giving Aoi no chance to argue.

Not that he really had an argument.
It was true.
If they wanted to get the others to help, the guys needed to meet Hiroto.
To see for themselves that he wasn't a threat.
That the order to kill him had been so very wrong.

Turning back to face the man in question, Aoi notices the caution in his eyes.
"The rest of them are going to react more like Tora did than Uruha, aren't they?" the young man asks as soon as Aoi takes a seat.
"No. Not really. Just one of them. The other three will be more reasonable. Like Uruha."

Hiroto doesn't look convinced.
Aoi doesn't blame him.
He's not as sure as he sounds.

Thinking about his friends, his co-workers, Aoi can't help but smile.
They are a strange bunch.
But Uruha's right.
They're the closest any of them have ever had to a real family.
Usually closing ranks against any 'outside' threat.
And that does include the occasional disagreement with their bosses.

The one thing the other man was forgetting tho was their unpredictability.
That's something Aoi always counts on.
It helps in their chosen professions.
But now it might work against him.

Even easy-going Nao might balk at open mutiny against the powers-that-be.
Kai would probably start in on rules, regulations and other cases.
Similar or not, he'd use them to make his point.

Aoi was just hoping that they'd be on the same page with this one.
Neither of the other two men liked hurting the innocent either.
They were always careful of collateral damage.

In Aoi's estimation since Hiroto hadn't asked for any of this he was innocent.
He wasn't sure the others' would give in as easily as Tora had.
But then Tora liked to cause trouble.
He had this thing about authority.
That was something the two men had in common, brothers or not.

"I'm not saying it's going to be easy. But it is possible. Uruha can be very persuasive."
"What about me?" the young, man asks. "Won't they expect me to defend myself? Or am I supposed to just sit back and let you guys decide my fate?"
"It's not just your fate we're talking about now, Hiroto. By openly defying the people that pay us, feed us and clothe us, we're all risking our futures."

The young blond takes a moment to mull this over.
"So basically you're using me to wage a coup? Is that what this is all about?"
"That makes it sound like I planned this. I didn't. It just happened this way."
"You're saying that when you saw that order, you didn't think 'hey, I could use this kid to overthrow our bosses'?"
"No, I didn't. All I thought was 'how can they order the death of this kid just on the suspicion of being recruited by a rival group?' I had no intention of letting the others ever know you were targeted. Tora and Uruha showing up today wasn't something I'd planned on."

Sighing, Hiroto stands.
"You will remember that none of this was my idea, right?"
At Aoi's nod, he turns, moving back into the kitchen.

Puzzled, Aoi follows him.
Stopping in the doorway to watch the young man clear away their unfinished breakfast.
He's tempted to tell Hiroto to leave them, but somehow he thinks he'd be ignored.

Walking purposefully to the counter, Aoi retrieves the dish soap and starts filling the sink with water and suds.
"What are you doing?" Hiroto stares, wide eyed.
"Obviously I'm doing the dishes. Why?"
This time Hiroto's the one left laughing.
"I can see that. But why this sudden interest in cleaning?"
"Because that's what you're doing."

Blushing, Hiroto goes back to clearing off the table.
That job finished, he tosses a towel over his shoulder and gets to work rinsing and drying what Aoi's cleaned.
Stacking the clean dishes on his side of the counter, not knowing where they belong.

That job finished, Aoi turns to the small man next to him.
"Now what?"
"Well, I don't know where to put these."
Nodding Aoi makes short work of that.
Smiling at the blond, he asks, "What's next?"

Carefully folding the towel over the back of a chair, Hiroto finally turns around.
"I suppose we should get it over with."
"I'm guessing that the 'it' you're referring to is meeting the rest of the guys. But," Aoi says stepping closer to the younger man, "we could stall a bit longer."
The black haired man reaches out, lightly stroking the blonde’s cheek.

Leaning down, Aoi lightly brushes his lips across the young blonde’s.
He's taken completely by surprise when Hiroto wraps his arms around his neck, fastening his lips to Aoi's.
Pressing his body against the taller man in the process.

Aoi's surprise doesn't last long, tho.
Running his hands up and down the younger man's sides, he hums in appreciation.
Hiroto shivers as the older man slides his tongue along the blonde’s lower lip.
Parting his lips so that Aoi's tongue can delve inside.

Slipping an arm around Hiroto's waist, Aoi lifts him as he attempts to kiss the blond senseless.
Moaning, the young man wraps his legs around the older's waist.
Pressing his body even closer.

The smaller man's eagerness urging him on, Aoi makes his way to the table.
Sitting Hiroto down, he breaks their kiss long enough to remove the young man's shirt.
Tossing it aside as he claims the other's lips again.

Letting his hands roam over Hiroto's back, stroking along his sides.
Moving to the fastening on his pants.
Aoi hesitates a moment, giving the youth one last chance to stop him.
To stop this.
He tilts his head, waiting for the other to meet his eyes.

Biting on his lower lip, the young man opens his eyes.
"Why are you stopping?" he whispers, moving his hands along the hem of Aoi's shirt.
"Should I be thinking about protecting you? I did promise after all."
"Please don't," the young man almost growls, tugging Aoi's shirt up.
Smirking, the black haired man lifts his arms, helping Hiroto rid him of the garment.
"This is your last chance," he says, fingers working the button open.

Not breaking eye contact, Hiroto puts his hands down.
Bracing himself so he can lift his hips from the table.
Letting Aoi slide the pants down his legs.
Moving his own hands to the other's pants, he quickly slips them off their owner's hips.

Aoi kicks out of them as he runs his fingers along the younger's lips.
Grinning evilly, the blonde’s tongue darts out.
Licking at the digits before taking them into his mouth.
Sucking and licking at them.

Aoi growls at the young man's actions.
Then he moves in.
Fastening his mouth to one of Hiroto's nipples.

Running his other hand along the blonde’s thigh.
He moves, pushes the young man down onto his back
Wrapping his hand around Hiroto's cock, Aoi starts stroking him slowly.

He whimpers around Aoi's fingers.
Smirking, the older man takes his fingers from the Hiroto's mouth.
Reaching between the blonde’s legs, Aoi circles the boy's entrance with one finger before slowly working it in and out of the hot young body.

Hiroto bites his lip to stop the moan that he feels building.
Moving his lips to the blonde’s neck, Aoi adds another finger to the first.
This time, Hiroto doesn't even try to stay quiet.

Moaning, he pushes against those wonderful fingers.
As Aoi sucks hungrily at his neck.
The young man writhes as his pleasure spot is hit.

Smirking, Aoi aims for it again.
Causing Hiroto to arch his back.
"Please," the blond pants, clinging to the man above him.

Aoi removes his fingers.
Settling his hips between the younger man's thighs, he guides his cock to Hiroto's entrance
Slowly pushing inside, his body surrounded by tight heat.

Claiming the young man’s lips while he waits for him to get accustomed to the feeling.
Hiroto starts stroking Aoi’s back, wanting him to move.
The older man takes the hint, slowly pulling out.
Starting an easy pace, one sure to drive them both crazy.

And it does.
The younger man is soon begging, almost nonstop.
Wanting Aoi to finish it.
To give him his release.

The dark haired man finally reaches down, taking Hiroto’s cock in his hand again.
Stroking the hard flesh.
Picking up the pace.
Matching his thrusts with it.

The blond cries out, coating Aoi’s hand and his own stomach with his essence.
“God,” Aoi groans, one last thrust sending him over the edge.
Collapsing onto the prone form beneath him.
Both breathing heavily.

Aoi blindly searches for a chair with his hand.
Moving it closer, he almost flops onto it.
Reaching for Hiroto, he pulls the blond onto his lap.
“Are you all right?” he asks huskily.
The younger man just nods, wrapping his arms around Aoi’s shoulders for support.

The older man holds him tighter.
Laying gentle kisses in his hair, at his temple.
Hoping that he hasn’t made a mistake.
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A/N: first off...yes, this is another 2-4-1...in fact I've already gone and smooooshed the remaining chapters I've got written together so they're all about this long.....
second..I HATE LJ!!!! *sharpens knives*

*cough*
and third..is anybody coming from the gazette_yaoi site? cuz with LJ being the total asstard it's been, I got that blasted message from them about my last -attempted- post there....you know, the one that says you -effed- something up.
*takes hammer to LJ...again*
It wasn't me!!!!
*whines*