I Cling to You
Title: I Cling to You
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: Angst, smut, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, barebacking,
Summary: Aoi finds out that Uruha has cheated on him, but he doesn't want to give him up.
Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't need to pay for MELT. I think my bleeding wallet is proof enough.
Comment: Because I know how much you guys love Aoiha~
Uruha punched the wall so hard his knuckles cracked, the skin breaking and blood trickling from the cuts. He was beyond caring now. Nothing could compare to the pain in his heart. Even his throat, constricting from the wailing, screaming, crying he had been doing paled in comparison to the burning in his chest.
“Don't you dare leave me, Aoi,” he whispered, his voice calm and low, the direct opposite of how he felt, but he feared that if he spoke any louder he would burst into tears again. “Don't you fucking dare.”
Aoi threw his arms into the air, a wave of emotions clashing over him. Exasperation, disbelief, hurt. “I can do whatever the fuck I want!”
“What will I do without you, Aoi? What will I do if you leave me? Without you, I don't have a reason to live. Without you, I'm nothing, I-”
“Well then maybe you should have thought about that before you fucked someone else, huh?” Aoi cut him off, gritting his teeth as tears stung his eyes again. “Maybe you should have considered my feelings before you trampled all over them.”
“I'm sorry,” Uruha whispered, his voice cracking as he slumped against the wall, and this time he started crying. “I'm sorry, all right?” he wailed, his eyes closing as tears started pouring, staining his cheeks and the collar of his shirt.
“No, Uruha. It's not all right.” Aoi looked away from his sobbing lover, holding back his own tears with all the power he had left. He tried to ignore the pain that coursed through his body. It all hurt. The fact that Uruha would do this to him, would hold someone else the way he held Aoi, would kiss someone else, would allow someone else to defile him this way. It hurt that Uruha would perform such a stunt, put everything they had on the line for his own selfish reasons. And Aoi cursed himself for it, but it hurt like fuck that Uruha was crying this way.
Uruha wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, walking up to Aoi and hugging him tightly, burying his face in Aoi's chest. His arms tightened around Aoi's waist, holding him close. He held onto Aoi for dear life, because he couldn't bear the thought that he might never be able to do this again. Might never be able to rest his head against Aoi's strong form, feel his chest heaving with his breathing, smell the faint scent of sweat and skin. “I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again. Never. Please, Aoi, I don't want to lose you.”
It took all of Aoi's willpower to push Uruha away at that moment, but he couldn't give Uruha something he didn't deserve. He didn't deserve any loving, kind actions from Aoi right now. “If you don't want to lose me, why take the chance at all?” Aoi struggled to keep his voice even, especially when Uruha teared up again. He wanted nothing but to pull Uruha back into his arms, hold him tight and whisper soothing words to him. He hated seeing Uruha crying, and he hated himself for making Uruha cry.
“I didn't mean for it to be like this,” Uruha sobbed, his arms wrapping around his frail body in an attempt to comfort himself, but he knew that it would never be the same as Aoi's strong hold.
“You mean you didn't mean for me to find out,” Aoi stated, surprised that he managed to stay so calm. He should be hurt, he should be crying, but he didn't find it in him. He didn't have the energy to hurt, so he opted for the only thing that could make everything worse. He hurt Uruha in stead. “You don't regret having sex with someone else, do you? You only regret being so careless as to let me find your phone, let me see your texts and his disgusting flirts.”
A loud wail left Uruha's throat, and he broke down, falling to the floor in a pathetic, crying heap. He knew he deserved it. He knew he deserved Aoi's stinging, hurting words. Heck, he deserved worse, but he was still selfish enough to wish that Aoi would stop and hold him close. Would just shut up and hug Uruha, show him that he still loved him even though Uruha didn't deserve his love.
Aoi snorted, half in sarcasm, half in pain. “Yeah, that's it, isn't it? You would gladly cheat on me again, wouldn't you? What would you have done if I hadn't found out? Just continued? Met him in cheap hotel rooms, fucked him and then come back to me, eating dinner with me, holding me, sleeping with me and telling me you loved me. Whispered sweet lies in my ear, mocking me inside your head because I was such a fool for honestly believing you. You would be right. I was a fool for ever believing what you said. Did you even mean it once? Did you really mean it when you said that you loved me?”
“I love you,” Uruha sobbed, grabbing Aoi's thigh and hugging it close, coiling around his leg like a snake. “I love you,” he repeated, again and again like a mantra, and every time he said it, he felt his heart shattering. “I love you, I love you, only you and noone else. You're the only one I want to wake up next to, cuddle with in the mornings and watch the stars with at night. You're the only one I can imagine in my life, so please, Aoi, don't leave me.”
Aoi rolled his eyes, but made no move to shake Uruha off his leg. “Then why did you fuck him?”
There really was no valid response to that, was there? Uruha didn't even know the answer himself. Why did he? Why would he be so stupid as to have sex with someone else, and in the process risk losing the only person who actually meant something in his life?
“Don't even bother.” Aoi was hurt, but he hid it behind stinging comments and a venomous tone. “I know why. Because you love it too much. Because I couldn't satisfy you, could I? I wasn't enough for you. Tell me, Uruha, is it my cock? Is it not big enough for you? Does your greedy little ass need something larger?” When Uruha sobbed again, his hands tightening around Aoi's leg, Aoi grabbed his hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. Uruha's eyes were filled with tears, and he blinked repeatedly, but he didn't close them. He knew when he should just shut up and pay attention, and Aoi smirked. If anything, he had tamed Uruha well.
“You're such a slut, Uruha. You're such a fucking whore. Am I not good enough for you?” Uruha swallowed thickly, and Aoi yanked hard on his hair. “If you want so badly to be fucked, then fine. Have it your way.” Letting go of Uruha's hair, Aoi unfastened his belt, shucking his pants down to his knees with ease. He gave his half-hard cock a few lazy strokes, rubbing the tip over Uruha's lips, and he grinned when Uruha opened his mouth, letting the head of Aoi's cock in.
Uruha's throat was already hurting, the crying had taken its toll on him, and it didn't help when Aoi placed his hand on the back of his neck and pushed his head forwards, forcing his cock as deep as possible. He gagged a few times, turning pleading eyes to Aoi, another tear rolling down his cheek. Aoi would have none of it, though, and he started fucking Uruha's mouth, sliding his dick in and out. Uruha's lips tightened around his shaft, but he ignored it and kept thrusting.
Finally Uruha managed to relax, and he heard Aoi moan above him as he rubbed his tongue flat against his cock. After a while, he dared move his hands up to Aoi's hips, holding him still as he continued sucking Aoi at his own pace, pulling back to swirl his tongue around the head, dipping it into the slit occasionally.
“That's right, Uruha, suck my cock like I know you love to. Did you suck him off, as well?” Uruha pulled away briefly to shake his head, licking along the hard shaft before sucking it again, absently rubbing Aoi's hips. “No? Too bad for him. You're a wonderful cocksucker. It's because you love it so much, right? Because you love the taste, the smell, the feel of hard flesh sliding between your lips, making you feel so dirty. You really are a slut, you know. On your knees like that, for me and only me.”
Uruha moaned around the flesh in his mouth, doubling his efforts and bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. His trousers were getting painfully tight, his own dick straining against the material of his jeans. Intent on pleasuring Aoi, he took his cock as deep as he could and hummed, making sure Aoi could feel the vibrations.
“Oh god,” Aoi moaned and buried his hands in Uruha's hair, throwing his head back and rolling his hips, bucking up into Uruha's mouth. Uruha closed his eyes and sucked hard, bobbing his head up and down. Aoi was right. Uruha loved sucking cock, and he knew that he was good at it. He knew he had screwed up really bad, but if anything, he wanted to make Aoi feel good one last time before he left. Thus, even as more tears streamed down his cheek, he sucked passionately, revelling in the sounds of Aoi's harsh pants and his hands clenching in Uruha's hair.
Aoi groaned when he came, spilling his seed down Uruha's throat. Uruha swallowed as fast as he could, but a little bit of cum trickled out of the corner of his mouth and down to his chin, and Aoi swiped it up with his thumb, licking it off and tasting his own essence. Uruha's eyes were lidded and he was panting, and when Aoi looked down, he saw that Uruha was definitely hard.
“Just as I thought,” Aoi said and reached down to rub the bulge in Uruha's jeans. “Slut.”
Uruha moaned and bucked his hips into Aoi's hand, his eyes closing involuntarily. “Aoi, please.”
“Please what?” Aoi smirked, still caressing Uruha's cock through his pants.
“Please fuck me,” Uruha gasped, gripping Aoi's shoulders tight.
“That's a good boy,” Aoi grinned, getting up and moving towards the bedroom. “Come.”
Uruha stood up on shaking legs, his knees weak and his muscles trembling, and he mustered all his strength to trail after Aoi. His eyes welled up again when he entered their shared room, fear striking him. What if this was goodbye? What if Aoi really was leaving him? He sat down on the edge of the bed, Aoi's bed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
Aoi noticed that Uruha was scared, but he did nothing to soothe him. Aoi was still hurt, still angry, and he knew the only way he would be able to forgive Uruha was if he could love him even if he thought that Aoi didn't love him back. Thus he quickly took off his own clothes, walking up to Uruha with an indifferent expression, intent on hurting Uruha, on showing him that he didn't care about him or his well-being, even though he did.
Uruha shivered in fear as Aoi approached him with a cold look. He was about to say something when Aoi shoved three fingers into his mouth, commanding him to suck. Uruha complied, twirling his tongue around the digits and wetting them properly, sucking a bit too eagerly perhaps, because when he looked up, Aoi was grinning and staring at him with a predatory expression.
Aoi snaked an arm around Uruha's waist, pulling him further towards him so he was barely balancing on the edge of the mattress, and meticulously shoved two fingers into him. Uruha moaned and grabbed Aoi's arms, blunt fingernails digging into the soft flesh as Aoi fucked him with his fingers, sliding them in and out of the tight heat. He threw his head back and moaned uninhibitedly when Aoi added a third, swirling the digits around and caressing his insides deliciously.
Aoi thrust his fingers in and out of Uruha at different angles, twisting them and rubbing Uruha's inner walls, but deliberately missing his prostate. Uruha knew he did it on purpose, because Aoi had fucked him so many times now that he was well acquainted with every place of his body that made Uruha scream in pleasure, but he didn't say anything. He simply wrapped his legs around Aoi's waist, pulling him closer.
Withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on Uruha's chest, Aoi pushed Uruha down so he was lying on the bed, legs still wrapped around his waist, and pinned his arms above his head. “Did you use a condom?”
At first, Aoi's question didn't register properly within Uruha's mind, and he replied with a quick “what?”
“When you fucked someone else, did you use a fucking condom?” Aoi asked, his voice raised now, and his grip around Uruha's arms tightened to the point of being painful.
“Yes,” Uruha gasped. “I promise.”
As soon as he had said that, Aoi snapped his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in Uruha's ass without warning. “Good.” Uruha groaned beneath him, but he made no other sound, and Aoi couldn't hold back any more. He thrust into Uruha's ass, fucking him hard while keeping his arms still. Aoi knew Uruha loved to rub his back when they fucked. He loved to hold onto Aoi, dig his nails in and mark him with deep red claw marks, so he knew that by depriving him of that simple pleasure, Aoi would drive him crazy while making his point that if Uruha didn't belong to him, then Aoi sure as hell didn't belong to him either.
Soon enough the pain of initial penetration faded, and the pleasure took over. Uruha started moaning, irritated though since Aoi still kept missing his prostate. Aoi fucked him with fast, shallow thrusts, burying his head in the crook of Uruha's neck and panting in his ear. Uruha tilted his head to kiss him, but Aoi pulled back, biting his shoulder and worrying the skin between his teeth.
As Aoi kept fucking him, Uruha got more and more horny, and he could feel warmth pooling in his abdomen. He tried to jerk his hands free from Aoi's tight grip, wanting to touch himself, to relieve some of the strangling pleasure. Aoi only gripped him tighter, pounding into his ass. He was getting dangerously close himself, hips losing their rhythm as he continued fucking Uruha, but he wanted one last victory.
“Come for me, Uruha,” he grunted, licking the shell of his ear before continuing. “Come for me like this, pinned to the bed, with nothing but my cock in your ass, fucking you fast and hard the way you like it. Show me you belong to me, that you're a slave for my cock. Show me that you're mine and only mine.”
Uruha let go with a scream, bucking wildly as he splattered his come all over his and Aoi's chest. Aoi came only seconds later, his cock pulsing in Uruha's ass, emptying himself while he grunted in Uruha's ear. When he had regained his breath, he let go of Uruha's arms and went to the bedside drawer, pulling out a couple of tissues and cleaning the come off them both.
Silence filled the room, and Uruha bit his lip. This was it. Aoi would most likely leave him. “Aoi,” he took a shaky breath, holding back a sob. “I love you. I don't care if you believe me or not, I don't care if you're going to leave me but I need to tell you. I love you.” He snorted sarcastically. “Fuck it, I don't deserve it but I know I will be hurt when you leave. I don't deserve to be weak, but I can't help it because you mean everything to me. You're so much more to me than just a good fuck, and I'm sorry for throwing it all away like that. I've been selfish and stupid. I know you must be tired of me already, fuck it, I would be. I am not worthy of your love but know that I will never stop loving you, Aoi.”
Uruha was silenced with a soft kiss from Aoi. His eyes shot open in surprise, and he stared at Aoi's face. His eyes were closed, his forehead was relaxed and free of the wrinkles he usually had when he was thinking too hard about something. His tongue prodded against Uruha's lips, and Uruha parted them, letting Aoi explore his mouth that he already knew so well.
When Aoi pulled back, he stared into Uruha's eyes, losing himself in the dark orbs. A tear formed in one of them, and this time, when it slid down Uruha's cheek, Aoi licked it away. That simple gesture seemed to loosen something in Uruha, and he started crying again, wrapping his arms around Aoi and pulling him down on top of him. “I love you too, Uruha.” Aoi's voice cracked and he started crying as well. For a while, they lay there on their bed, in each other's arms, letting their tears spill, sobbing and crying, letting out all their pain. Then after a while, Aoi drew a shaky breath and kissed Uruha's cheek, his jaw, his forehead. He showered Uruha with kisses all over, trailing down his neck to his collarbones, burying his nose in Uruha's chest and drawing in the smell of his expensive perfume.
“I love you, Uruha. I love you with all my heart and I don't want to lose you.”
“I don't want to lose you, either. Oh god, Aoi, I'm so sorry, I promise I won't ever do something like that again. I won't ever risk our relationship like that just because I'm selfish and stupid. Please, forgive me.” Aoi leaned up to brush his lips against Uruha's, kissing him innocently over and over again. “I'm sorry I hurt you, Aoi. I'm so sorry. It pains me so much to see you sad. I won't hurt you again, I can't. It breaks me to see you so hurt. I'm sorry.”
Aoi smiled softly and rolled over on his side, pulling Uruha tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around his lithe frame. “Hush, don't talk so much,” he whispered, kissing the top of Uruha's head. “I forgive you.” Uruha nuzzled Aoi's chest, and Aoi felt wetness against his skin, and he realized Uruha was still crying. Cupping Uruha's cheeks and tilting his head up to look at him, Aoi smiled again. “You're so beautiful, babe.”
Uruha smiled, his voice shaking when he spoke. “I don't deserve you.”
“Of course you do,” Aoi responded and kissed Uruha again passionately. He pulled back and gazed into Uruha's eyes, his heart jumping in his chest. He really did love him. “Because in the end, the one you came back to, the one you cried for, the one you made love to was me, and nobody else. And that's all that really matters.”
Giggling and plastering himself to Aoi's body, Uruha kissed Aoi's sweaty skin. Sometimes, he wondered what he had done to get such a wonderful boyfriend. Then he realized, all he did was love.
A/N: Let's just say I was in a bad mood. This happened. Sorry.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: Angst, smut, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, barebacking,
Summary: Aoi finds out that Uruha has cheated on him, but he doesn't want to give him up.
Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't need to pay for MELT. I think my bleeding wallet is proof enough.
Comment: Because I know how much you guys love Aoiha~
Uruha punched the wall so hard his knuckles cracked, the skin breaking and blood trickling from the cuts. He was beyond caring now. Nothing could compare to the pain in his heart. Even his throat, constricting from the wailing, screaming, crying he had been doing paled in comparison to the burning in his chest.
“Don't you dare leave me, Aoi,” he whispered, his voice calm and low, the direct opposite of how he felt, but he feared that if he spoke any louder he would burst into tears again. “Don't you fucking dare.”
Aoi threw his arms into the air, a wave of emotions clashing over him. Exasperation, disbelief, hurt. “I can do whatever the fuck I want!”
“What will I do without you, Aoi? What will I do if you leave me? Without you, I don't have a reason to live. Without you, I'm nothing, I-”
“Well then maybe you should have thought about that before you fucked someone else, huh?” Aoi cut him off, gritting his teeth as tears stung his eyes again. “Maybe you should have considered my feelings before you trampled all over them.”
“I'm sorry,” Uruha whispered, his voice cracking as he slumped against the wall, and this time he started crying. “I'm sorry, all right?” he wailed, his eyes closing as tears started pouring, staining his cheeks and the collar of his shirt.
“No, Uruha. It's not all right.” Aoi looked away from his sobbing lover, holding back his own tears with all the power he had left. He tried to ignore the pain that coursed through his body. It all hurt. The fact that Uruha would do this to him, would hold someone else the way he held Aoi, would kiss someone else, would allow someone else to defile him this way. It hurt that Uruha would perform such a stunt, put everything they had on the line for his own selfish reasons. And Aoi cursed himself for it, but it hurt like fuck that Uruha was crying this way.
Uruha wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, walking up to Aoi and hugging him tightly, burying his face in Aoi's chest. His arms tightened around Aoi's waist, holding him close. He held onto Aoi for dear life, because he couldn't bear the thought that he might never be able to do this again. Might never be able to rest his head against Aoi's strong form, feel his chest heaving with his breathing, smell the faint scent of sweat and skin. “I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again. Never. Please, Aoi, I don't want to lose you.”
It took all of Aoi's willpower to push Uruha away at that moment, but he couldn't give Uruha something he didn't deserve. He didn't deserve any loving, kind actions from Aoi right now. “If you don't want to lose me, why take the chance at all?” Aoi struggled to keep his voice even, especially when Uruha teared up again. He wanted nothing but to pull Uruha back into his arms, hold him tight and whisper soothing words to him. He hated seeing Uruha crying, and he hated himself for making Uruha cry.
“I didn't mean for it to be like this,” Uruha sobbed, his arms wrapping around his frail body in an attempt to comfort himself, but he knew that it would never be the same as Aoi's strong hold.
“You mean you didn't mean for me to find out,” Aoi stated, surprised that he managed to stay so calm. He should be hurt, he should be crying, but he didn't find it in him. He didn't have the energy to hurt, so he opted for the only thing that could make everything worse. He hurt Uruha in stead. “You don't regret having sex with someone else, do you? You only regret being so careless as to let me find your phone, let me see your texts and his disgusting flirts.”
A loud wail left Uruha's throat, and he broke down, falling to the floor in a pathetic, crying heap. He knew he deserved it. He knew he deserved Aoi's stinging, hurting words. Heck, he deserved worse, but he was still selfish enough to wish that Aoi would stop and hold him close. Would just shut up and hug Uruha, show him that he still loved him even though Uruha didn't deserve his love.
Aoi snorted, half in sarcasm, half in pain. “Yeah, that's it, isn't it? You would gladly cheat on me again, wouldn't you? What would you have done if I hadn't found out? Just continued? Met him in cheap hotel rooms, fucked him and then come back to me, eating dinner with me, holding me, sleeping with me and telling me you loved me. Whispered sweet lies in my ear, mocking me inside your head because I was such a fool for honestly believing you. You would be right. I was a fool for ever believing what you said. Did you even mean it once? Did you really mean it when you said that you loved me?”
“I love you,” Uruha sobbed, grabbing Aoi's thigh and hugging it close, coiling around his leg like a snake. “I love you,” he repeated, again and again like a mantra, and every time he said it, he felt his heart shattering. “I love you, I love you, only you and noone else. You're the only one I want to wake up next to, cuddle with in the mornings and watch the stars with at night. You're the only one I can imagine in my life, so please, Aoi, don't leave me.”
Aoi rolled his eyes, but made no move to shake Uruha off his leg. “Then why did you fuck him?”
There really was no valid response to that, was there? Uruha didn't even know the answer himself. Why did he? Why would he be so stupid as to have sex with someone else, and in the process risk losing the only person who actually meant something in his life?
“Don't even bother.” Aoi was hurt, but he hid it behind stinging comments and a venomous tone. “I know why. Because you love it too much. Because I couldn't satisfy you, could I? I wasn't enough for you. Tell me, Uruha, is it my cock? Is it not big enough for you? Does your greedy little ass need something larger?” When Uruha sobbed again, his hands tightening around Aoi's leg, Aoi grabbed his hair and yanked his head back to look up at him. Uruha's eyes were filled with tears, and he blinked repeatedly, but he didn't close them. He knew when he should just shut up and pay attention, and Aoi smirked. If anything, he had tamed Uruha well.
“You're such a slut, Uruha. You're such a fucking whore. Am I not good enough for you?” Uruha swallowed thickly, and Aoi yanked hard on his hair. “If you want so badly to be fucked, then fine. Have it your way.” Letting go of Uruha's hair, Aoi unfastened his belt, shucking his pants down to his knees with ease. He gave his half-hard cock a few lazy strokes, rubbing the tip over Uruha's lips, and he grinned when Uruha opened his mouth, letting the head of Aoi's cock in.
Uruha's throat was already hurting, the crying had taken its toll on him, and it didn't help when Aoi placed his hand on the back of his neck and pushed his head forwards, forcing his cock as deep as possible. He gagged a few times, turning pleading eyes to Aoi, another tear rolling down his cheek. Aoi would have none of it, though, and he started fucking Uruha's mouth, sliding his dick in and out. Uruha's lips tightened around his shaft, but he ignored it and kept thrusting.
Finally Uruha managed to relax, and he heard Aoi moan above him as he rubbed his tongue flat against his cock. After a while, he dared move his hands up to Aoi's hips, holding him still as he continued sucking Aoi at his own pace, pulling back to swirl his tongue around the head, dipping it into the slit occasionally.
“That's right, Uruha, suck my cock like I know you love to. Did you suck him off, as well?” Uruha pulled away briefly to shake his head, licking along the hard shaft before sucking it again, absently rubbing Aoi's hips. “No? Too bad for him. You're a wonderful cocksucker. It's because you love it so much, right? Because you love the taste, the smell, the feel of hard flesh sliding between your lips, making you feel so dirty. You really are a slut, you know. On your knees like that, for me and only me.”
Uruha moaned around the flesh in his mouth, doubling his efforts and bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. His trousers were getting painfully tight, his own dick straining against the material of his jeans. Intent on pleasuring Aoi, he took his cock as deep as he could and hummed, making sure Aoi could feel the vibrations.
“Oh god,” Aoi moaned and buried his hands in Uruha's hair, throwing his head back and rolling his hips, bucking up into Uruha's mouth. Uruha closed his eyes and sucked hard, bobbing his head up and down. Aoi was right. Uruha loved sucking cock, and he knew that he was good at it. He knew he had screwed up really bad, but if anything, he wanted to make Aoi feel good one last time before he left. Thus, even as more tears streamed down his cheek, he sucked passionately, revelling in the sounds of Aoi's harsh pants and his hands clenching in Uruha's hair.
Aoi groaned when he came, spilling his seed down Uruha's throat. Uruha swallowed as fast as he could, but a little bit of cum trickled out of the corner of his mouth and down to his chin, and Aoi swiped it up with his thumb, licking it off and tasting his own essence. Uruha's eyes were lidded and he was panting, and when Aoi looked down, he saw that Uruha was definitely hard.
“Just as I thought,” Aoi said and reached down to rub the bulge in Uruha's jeans. “Slut.”
Uruha moaned and bucked his hips into Aoi's hand, his eyes closing involuntarily. “Aoi, please.”
“Please what?” Aoi smirked, still caressing Uruha's cock through his pants.
“Please fuck me,” Uruha gasped, gripping Aoi's shoulders tight.
“That's a good boy,” Aoi grinned, getting up and moving towards the bedroom. “Come.”
Uruha stood up on shaking legs, his knees weak and his muscles trembling, and he mustered all his strength to trail after Aoi. His eyes welled up again when he entered their shared room, fear striking him. What if this was goodbye? What if Aoi really was leaving him? He sat down on the edge of the bed, Aoi's bed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
Aoi noticed that Uruha was scared, but he did nothing to soothe him. Aoi was still hurt, still angry, and he knew the only way he would be able to forgive Uruha was if he could love him even if he thought that Aoi didn't love him back. Thus he quickly took off his own clothes, walking up to Uruha with an indifferent expression, intent on hurting Uruha, on showing him that he didn't care about him or his well-being, even though he did.
Uruha shivered in fear as Aoi approached him with a cold look. He was about to say something when Aoi shoved three fingers into his mouth, commanding him to suck. Uruha complied, twirling his tongue around the digits and wetting them properly, sucking a bit too eagerly perhaps, because when he looked up, Aoi was grinning and staring at him with a predatory expression.
Aoi snaked an arm around Uruha's waist, pulling him further towards him so he was barely balancing on the edge of the mattress, and meticulously shoved two fingers into him. Uruha moaned and grabbed Aoi's arms, blunt fingernails digging into the soft flesh as Aoi fucked him with his fingers, sliding them in and out of the tight heat. He threw his head back and moaned uninhibitedly when Aoi added a third, swirling the digits around and caressing his insides deliciously.
Aoi thrust his fingers in and out of Uruha at different angles, twisting them and rubbing Uruha's inner walls, but deliberately missing his prostate. Uruha knew he did it on purpose, because Aoi had fucked him so many times now that he was well acquainted with every place of his body that made Uruha scream in pleasure, but he didn't say anything. He simply wrapped his legs around Aoi's waist, pulling him closer.
Withdrawing his fingers and wiping them on Uruha's chest, Aoi pushed Uruha down so he was lying on the bed, legs still wrapped around his waist, and pinned his arms above his head. “Did you use a condom?”
At first, Aoi's question didn't register properly within Uruha's mind, and he replied with a quick “what?”
“When you fucked someone else, did you use a fucking condom?” Aoi asked, his voice raised now, and his grip around Uruha's arms tightened to the point of being painful.
“Yes,” Uruha gasped. “I promise.”
As soon as he had said that, Aoi snapped his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in Uruha's ass without warning. “Good.” Uruha groaned beneath him, but he made no other sound, and Aoi couldn't hold back any more. He thrust into Uruha's ass, fucking him hard while keeping his arms still. Aoi knew Uruha loved to rub his back when they fucked. He loved to hold onto Aoi, dig his nails in and mark him with deep red claw marks, so he knew that by depriving him of that simple pleasure, Aoi would drive him crazy while making his point that if Uruha didn't belong to him, then Aoi sure as hell didn't belong to him either.
Soon enough the pain of initial penetration faded, and the pleasure took over. Uruha started moaning, irritated though since Aoi still kept missing his prostate. Aoi fucked him with fast, shallow thrusts, burying his head in the crook of Uruha's neck and panting in his ear. Uruha tilted his head to kiss him, but Aoi pulled back, biting his shoulder and worrying the skin between his teeth.
As Aoi kept fucking him, Uruha got more and more horny, and he could feel warmth pooling in his abdomen. He tried to jerk his hands free from Aoi's tight grip, wanting to touch himself, to relieve some of the strangling pleasure. Aoi only gripped him tighter, pounding into his ass. He was getting dangerously close himself, hips losing their rhythm as he continued fucking Uruha, but he wanted one last victory.
“Come for me, Uruha,” he grunted, licking the shell of his ear before continuing. “Come for me like this, pinned to the bed, with nothing but my cock in your ass, fucking you fast and hard the way you like it. Show me you belong to me, that you're a slave for my cock. Show me that you're mine and only mine.”
Uruha let go with a scream, bucking wildly as he splattered his come all over his and Aoi's chest. Aoi came only seconds later, his cock pulsing in Uruha's ass, emptying himself while he grunted in Uruha's ear. When he had regained his breath, he let go of Uruha's arms and went to the bedside drawer, pulling out a couple of tissues and cleaning the come off them both.
Silence filled the room, and Uruha bit his lip. This was it. Aoi would most likely leave him. “Aoi,” he took a shaky breath, holding back a sob. “I love you. I don't care if you believe me or not, I don't care if you're going to leave me but I need to tell you. I love you.” He snorted sarcastically. “Fuck it, I don't deserve it but I know I will be hurt when you leave. I don't deserve to be weak, but I can't help it because you mean everything to me. You're so much more to me than just a good fuck, and I'm sorry for throwing it all away like that. I've been selfish and stupid. I know you must be tired of me already, fuck it, I would be. I am not worthy of your love but know that I will never stop loving you, Aoi.”
Uruha was silenced with a soft kiss from Aoi. His eyes shot open in surprise, and he stared at Aoi's face. His eyes were closed, his forehead was relaxed and free of the wrinkles he usually had when he was thinking too hard about something. His tongue prodded against Uruha's lips, and Uruha parted them, letting Aoi explore his mouth that he already knew so well.
When Aoi pulled back, he stared into Uruha's eyes, losing himself in the dark orbs. A tear formed in one of them, and this time, when it slid down Uruha's cheek, Aoi licked it away. That simple gesture seemed to loosen something in Uruha, and he started crying again, wrapping his arms around Aoi and pulling him down on top of him. “I love you too, Uruha.” Aoi's voice cracked and he started crying as well. For a while, they lay there on their bed, in each other's arms, letting their tears spill, sobbing and crying, letting out all their pain. Then after a while, Aoi drew a shaky breath and kissed Uruha's cheek, his jaw, his forehead. He showered Uruha with kisses all over, trailing down his neck to his collarbones, burying his nose in Uruha's chest and drawing in the smell of his expensive perfume.
“I love you, Uruha. I love you with all my heart and I don't want to lose you.”
“I don't want to lose you, either. Oh god, Aoi, I'm so sorry, I promise I won't ever do something like that again. I won't ever risk our relationship like that just because I'm selfish and stupid. Please, forgive me.” Aoi leaned up to brush his lips against Uruha's, kissing him innocently over and over again. “I'm sorry I hurt you, Aoi. I'm so sorry. It pains me so much to see you sad. I won't hurt you again, I can't. It breaks me to see you so hurt. I'm sorry.”
Aoi smiled softly and rolled over on his side, pulling Uruha tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around his lithe frame. “Hush, don't talk so much,” he whispered, kissing the top of Uruha's head. “I forgive you.” Uruha nuzzled Aoi's chest, and Aoi felt wetness against his skin, and he realized Uruha was still crying. Cupping Uruha's cheeks and tilting his head up to look at him, Aoi smiled again. “You're so beautiful, babe.”
Uruha smiled, his voice shaking when he spoke. “I don't deserve you.”
“Of course you do,” Aoi responded and kissed Uruha again passionately. He pulled back and gazed into Uruha's eyes, his heart jumping in his chest. He really did love him. “Because in the end, the one you came back to, the one you cried for, the one you made love to was me, and nobody else. And that's all that really matters.”
Giggling and plastering himself to Aoi's body, Uruha kissed Aoi's sweaty skin. Sometimes, he wondered what he had done to get such a wonderful boyfriend. Then he realized, all he did was love.
A/N: Let's just say I was in a bad mood. This happened. Sorry.