[FIC] - And I fell in love - Aoi/Uruha, Hiroto/Uruha - Oneshot
Title: And I fell in love.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Chapter/Oneshot: Oneshot
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha, Hiroto/Uruha
Genre: romance, slight smut, a little angst
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Summary: They say, when you fall in love, you can't be with anyone else anymore.
Written for jrock_quotefic
Quote: Based on Aoi's well known MusiQ interview and this Foolsmate interview featuring some PSC artists.
Rainchaser's Stories
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THE QUOTES:
MusiQ Interview with Aoi, translated by astraphile:
- (laugh) But you're always careful, so don't you think about that kind of thing?
I often do (laugh). For some reason, Uruha has been kind of distant to me lately. I don't know if it's because I'm older or because we both play guitar or what. Of course, when we're working we talk a lot. But normally we don't. That sort of bothers me (laugh).
- A strange feeling of distance?
Yes, does it have to do with our group photos? (laugh). But I guess he's within reachable distance. Before, we would often share the same hotel room, so we would have conversations like, "How do you want this to sound?" kind of thing. But now we stay in different rooms, and I don't talk to him as much as to everyone else. I'm lonely (laugh).
- Why can't you just talk to him?
There's nothing to talk about (laugh). And he always looks like he's having fun talking with everyone else. I'm thinking, "That's not fair" (laugh). A while ago, even though I was embarrassed I called him and asked how to work the digital cable. Then he was like, "You should just ask the electrician." (laugh)
- You look embarrassed
I'm not gay or anything (laugh)
Foolsmate #327 interview, translated by xiao_mei:
Hiroto: (talking about the GazettE) While playing rough music, they’re cool on stage, but they’re kind when they’re off…. I fell in love. (laughs)
THE FICTION:
Uruha was late. Again. He was supposed to stay the night with Aoi who sat on his couch in darkness, just the television's flicker lightening the room in cold shades of blue and white. The air in his apartment felt chill on his bare arms, but he kept looking absentmindedly at the screen without any intention to grab the blanket next to him. It wouldn't provide him the warmth he needed. What he needed was a certain honey haired guitarist in his arms to shoo the loneliness away he felt more and more these days.
Why does he keep me waiting?
He sighed and dropped his head to the armrest and closed his eyes. Maybe he was losing him. They didn't talk as much as they used to. Uruha wasn't around him as much as he used to. He was out and drinking with his friends. Not Aoi. Every night the blond would come to him past midnight, giggling about jokes he said Aoi wouldn't understand. The dark haired guitarist would have to watch how Uruha's light and happy mood faded the longer he stayed with him. It bothered him beyond good and evil.
He reached for his bottle of water to gulp down the lump in his throat. He wished he could be the only one making the other guitarist happy, but obviously he was the one incapable to do so. Maybe agreeing to an open relationship more than three years ago wasn't the best idea. He had hoped that one day Uruha would fall for him.
"Hey there, sleepyhead."
Aoi opened his eyes just to shut them close again. Uruha had turned on the living room lights.
"I haven't heard you coming in." he said, blinking against the stinging brightness.
"Well, I tiptoed. I didn't want to wake you up if you were already in bed." he dropped his bag and jacket next to the armchair and flopped down on it.
"You could have come earlier. There would have been no need to sneak around." Aoi eyed the visitor. Open legs, the head laid back. Invitingly.
"Come on, it's only half past two." Another invitation?
Aoi got up to crawl onto Uruha's lap. "So you're still up to something?"
"You know me." The blond's head shot up to claim expectant lips.
No, I don't. Nonetheless he pressed closer, feeling heat he needed rushing through his body.
He tried to deepen the kiss to elicit soft sounds from the man he craved for. He leaned closer with his hands skimming beneath Uruha hoodie. He felt the muscles tense beneath his fingertips. As he reached a nipple, the blond broke the kiss. Aoi lips moved to his jawline, nibbling and licking a way up to the pierced lobe.
Instead of purrs and sighs he got a hand on his chest, pushing him away.
"Aoi, you once said to me that if you realize you're in love with somebody you can't be with anyone else anymore."
Hope exploded in every fibre of the dark haired guitarist. "You mean-"
"I'm sorry." Uruha pushed further until Aoi got off him.
"Uruha, what's going on?" He watched the blond pacing around his living room.
"I can't do this anymore." He threw his arms into the air.
"Do what?" There was still hope dwelling in him.
"This." He gestured between the both of them. "I... I fell in love, Aoi."
"With... me?" He asked in a quiet voice, afraid of the answer.
Uruha shook his head, biting his bottom lip. "I'm sorry." He wound his arms around himself.
Aoi didn't say a word, just stared at him with a shocked and hurt expression.
"It doesn't feel right anymore. I can't be with you when he is on my mind all the time. It feels like I'm cheating on him." He tried to explain. Let alone the guilt he felt for imagining someone different when he had sex with Aoi.
"And it doesn't feel like cheating on me when you're with him?" He was getting angry.
"It's not the same and you know it." Uruha said, looking at Aoi clenched fists. "I think I should leave."
He fished for his leather jacket and bag, his hands shaking as he tried to put them on.
"Who is it?" Aoi asked, following the blond to the entry.
Uruha tried to fasten his boots with giddy fingers. "Make a guess."
- - -
The small guitarists jumped from one foot to another as he stood backstage waiting for the band to exit. The air was thick with energy, pumping him up. He was on edge and the staff was keeping an eye on him like they feared he would explode any moment.
"Here they come." He said to himself as the GazettE strolled off the stage, smiling pleased and glistening with sweat. Or so he assumed, the only one he had eyes for was Uruha. How his hips swayed, making his frilly skirt sway in the loveliest way. He congratulated everyone for the great show as they passed him, heading for cold drinks and buckets of ice to cool down their bodies and minds. It would do Hiroto some good, too. Hastily he followed the band, watching how Uruha was undoing the laces of his corsage and pulling off his long gloves. Oh what would he give to do that for him.
- - -
"Would you like to have a drink with me?" Hiroto asked, smiling his honest smile, knowing that there was no way the other would turn him down.
"A drink you say. I'm in." The blond answered, slightly smug. He could downright smell that a drink wasn't all that was on both of their minds.
- - -
The had left the bar to play video games at Uruha's place. They really did that, at first, but tipsy as they were giggles made them leaning on each other right their on the floor in front of the TV. Toppling over and shirt riding up led to lingering looks and eventually probing kisses.
That was how it began, months ago.
- - -
Aoi fought to get the name out. "Hiroto."
Uruha nodded, not daring to meet the other guitarist's eyes. He knew very well that he was breaking Aoi's heart, but he couldn't help it.
"Is that why you've been so distant to me lately? Going out every night, because you wanted to be with that shrimp instead of me?"
Uruha spun around. "Don't you call him names!"
"Ok then, how about calling you a whore." He was just angry, in the morning he'd regret his words. "Sleeping around all the time."
"As if you didn't enjoy it with me."
Uruha took out his bunch of keys. Fumbling, he managed to get one off. "I won't need this anymore."
"No! No, keep it." Aoi closed the blond's fingers around the piece of metal. If he let him go now, without the key to come back, he'd be gone. Gone to another man, another life and they would be nothing more than band mates.
"Aoi, don't make this harder, please."
- - -
It was past 3 AM and the still warm air of autumn graced two naked men with a caressing breeze. The plan to have a drink or two and watch the stars long forgotten, they gave in to desire and devoured each other. But then, it slipped.
"I love you." The brunette gasped against the crook of Uruha's neck as he pushed down on him over and over again, feeling filled and taken and knowing that it would not be for the last time this night. The grip on his hips tightened. There, it slipped.
"I love you, too." Spoken against swollen lips before they sealed their words with a heated kiss rich of endearments yet unspoken.
- - -
"Don't leave, please!" Aoi was still holding the other's hand to keep the key inside.
"Aoi..." Uruha didn't know what to say. He felt the urge to hug and soothe the dark haired, but he couldn't, not anymore.
"I love you."
"Don't say that."
"I do! So please, Uruha, please don't leave me." The anger was gone and desperation kicked in.
"I'm sorry, I can't." he couldn't take this. A tear welled up and rolled down his left cheek as he saw the sorrow in Aoi's frightened eyes. "I can't." He repeated in a quiet tone, stepped back, closer to the door.
- - -
Uruha was doing the dishes, but not in his own kitchen.
"You know," alice nine.'s guitarist began "when you're on stage you get me all hot and bothered. But being with you like this made me fall for you." He took the wet plate from the smiling blond and dried it with a dishtowel.
"And I fall for you every time you offer me a drink." The taller answered with a smug grin.
"You can have one later." The tone made it clear he wasn't talking about a drink only.
"According to a saying, life is a stage." He cocked a brow and blew a kiss.
- - -
"See you tomorrow at rehearsal." Uruha said as the left the shaking figure.
The key was still in his hand and he made a mental note to drop it into Aoi's bag the next day. He didn't want it anymore. All he could hope for was that Aoi would find someone to love him back one day. He deserved it, but his own heart had been lost to someone different and for odd reasons he felt guilty about it. It hurt.
- - -
Uruha made his way through the garden with a bag of fastfood in his right hand. Hiroto would probably be still awake and looking up at the stars. He found him wrapped in a blanket to fight off the cold November night on a garden swing.
"Hey." The blond greeted him, waving lightly.
Hiroto smiled and lifted the blanket. "What brings you here, love?"
"You, of course." He sat down and snug up to the brunette. "Want one?" He opened the bag full of various burgers, the smell watering their mouths.
Hiroto only nodded and took a random burger to unwrap it. Beneath the night's sky he could be the peacefullest person.
"What's on your mind?" He asked between two bites.
"I broke up with Aoi." He saw Hiroto was pondering about the right words to say as soon as he had swallowed, but before he could do so Uruha cut him off. "Yes, I'm all yours now."
The two just smiled at each other, with a tinge of sadness, but nonetheless they smiled. No further words were exchanged for hours. This was all they needed: peace, comfort, warmth.
Or, to sum it up in one word: love.
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I actually don't like the last lines because they're so cheesy it burrrns. I decided to keep them since a few of you might go all "awwwww!" reading those words.
... *headdesk*
Author: unna_rainchaser
Chapter/Oneshot: Oneshot
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha, Hiroto/Uruha
Genre: romance, slight smut, a little angst
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Summary: They say, when you fall in love, you can't be with anyone else anymore.
Written for jrock_quotefic
Quote: Based on Aoi's well known MusiQ interview and this Foolsmate interview featuring some PSC artists.
Rainchaser's Stories
_____________________________________________________________________
THE QUOTES:
MusiQ Interview with Aoi, translated by astraphile:
- (laugh) But you're always careful, so don't you think about that kind of thing?
I often do (laugh). For some reason, Uruha has been kind of distant to me lately. I don't know if it's because I'm older or because we both play guitar or what. Of course, when we're working we talk a lot. But normally we don't. That sort of bothers me (laugh).
- A strange feeling of distance?
Yes, does it have to do with our group photos? (laugh). But I guess he's within reachable distance. Before, we would often share the same hotel room, so we would have conversations like, "How do you want this to sound?" kind of thing. But now we stay in different rooms, and I don't talk to him as much as to everyone else. I'm lonely (laugh).
- Why can't you just talk to him?
There's nothing to talk about (laugh). And he always looks like he's having fun talking with everyone else. I'm thinking, "That's not fair" (laugh). A while ago, even though I was embarrassed I called him and asked how to work the digital cable. Then he was like, "You should just ask the electrician." (laugh)
- You look embarrassed
I'm not gay or anything (laugh)
Foolsmate #327 interview, translated by xiao_mei:
Hiroto: (talking about the GazettE) While playing rough music, they’re cool on stage, but they’re kind when they’re off…. I fell in love. (laughs)
THE FICTION:
Uruha was late. Again. He was supposed to stay the night with Aoi who sat on his couch in darkness, just the television's flicker lightening the room in cold shades of blue and white. The air in his apartment felt chill on his bare arms, but he kept looking absentmindedly at the screen without any intention to grab the blanket next to him. It wouldn't provide him the warmth he needed. What he needed was a certain honey haired guitarist in his arms to shoo the loneliness away he felt more and more these days.
Why does he keep me waiting?
He sighed and dropped his head to the armrest and closed his eyes. Maybe he was losing him. They didn't talk as much as they used to. Uruha wasn't around him as much as he used to. He was out and drinking with his friends. Not Aoi. Every night the blond would come to him past midnight, giggling about jokes he said Aoi wouldn't understand. The dark haired guitarist would have to watch how Uruha's light and happy mood faded the longer he stayed with him. It bothered him beyond good and evil.
He reached for his bottle of water to gulp down the lump in his throat. He wished he could be the only one making the other guitarist happy, but obviously he was the one incapable to do so. Maybe agreeing to an open relationship more than three years ago wasn't the best idea. He had hoped that one day Uruha would fall for him.
"Hey there, sleepyhead."
Aoi opened his eyes just to shut them close again. Uruha had turned on the living room lights.
"I haven't heard you coming in." he said, blinking against the stinging brightness.
"Well, I tiptoed. I didn't want to wake you up if you were already in bed." he dropped his bag and jacket next to the armchair and flopped down on it.
"You could have come earlier. There would have been no need to sneak around." Aoi eyed the visitor. Open legs, the head laid back. Invitingly.
"Come on, it's only half past two." Another invitation?
Aoi got up to crawl onto Uruha's lap. "So you're still up to something?"
"You know me." The blond's head shot up to claim expectant lips.
No, I don't. Nonetheless he pressed closer, feeling heat he needed rushing through his body.
He tried to deepen the kiss to elicit soft sounds from the man he craved for. He leaned closer with his hands skimming beneath Uruha hoodie. He felt the muscles tense beneath his fingertips. As he reached a nipple, the blond broke the kiss. Aoi lips moved to his jawline, nibbling and licking a way up to the pierced lobe.
Instead of purrs and sighs he got a hand on his chest, pushing him away.
"Aoi, you once said to me that if you realize you're in love with somebody you can't be with anyone else anymore."
Hope exploded in every fibre of the dark haired guitarist. "You mean-"
"I'm sorry." Uruha pushed further until Aoi got off him.
"Uruha, what's going on?" He watched the blond pacing around his living room.
"I can't do this anymore." He threw his arms into the air.
"Do what?" There was still hope dwelling in him.
"This." He gestured between the both of them. "I... I fell in love, Aoi."
"With... me?" He asked in a quiet voice, afraid of the answer.
Uruha shook his head, biting his bottom lip. "I'm sorry." He wound his arms around himself.
Aoi didn't say a word, just stared at him with a shocked and hurt expression.
"It doesn't feel right anymore. I can't be with you when he is on my mind all the time. It feels like I'm cheating on him." He tried to explain. Let alone the guilt he felt for imagining someone different when he had sex with Aoi.
"And it doesn't feel like cheating on me when you're with him?" He was getting angry.
"It's not the same and you know it." Uruha said, looking at Aoi clenched fists. "I think I should leave."
He fished for his leather jacket and bag, his hands shaking as he tried to put them on.
"Who is it?" Aoi asked, following the blond to the entry.
Uruha tried to fasten his boots with giddy fingers. "Make a guess."
- - -
The small guitarists jumped from one foot to another as he stood backstage waiting for the band to exit. The air was thick with energy, pumping him up. He was on edge and the staff was keeping an eye on him like they feared he would explode any moment.
"Here they come." He said to himself as the GazettE strolled off the stage, smiling pleased and glistening with sweat. Or so he assumed, the only one he had eyes for was Uruha. How his hips swayed, making his frilly skirt sway in the loveliest way. He congratulated everyone for the great show as they passed him, heading for cold drinks and buckets of ice to cool down their bodies and minds. It would do Hiroto some good, too. Hastily he followed the band, watching how Uruha was undoing the laces of his corsage and pulling off his long gloves. Oh what would he give to do that for him.
- - -
"Would you like to have a drink with me?" Hiroto asked, smiling his honest smile, knowing that there was no way the other would turn him down.
"A drink you say. I'm in." The blond answered, slightly smug. He could downright smell that a drink wasn't all that was on both of their minds.
- - -
The had left the bar to play video games at Uruha's place. They really did that, at first, but tipsy as they were giggles made them leaning on each other right their on the floor in front of the TV. Toppling over and shirt riding up led to lingering looks and eventually probing kisses.
That was how it began, months ago.
- - -
Aoi fought to get the name out. "Hiroto."
Uruha nodded, not daring to meet the other guitarist's eyes. He knew very well that he was breaking Aoi's heart, but he couldn't help it.
"Is that why you've been so distant to me lately? Going out every night, because you wanted to be with that shrimp instead of me?"
Uruha spun around. "Don't you call him names!"
"Ok then, how about calling you a whore." He was just angry, in the morning he'd regret his words. "Sleeping around all the time."
"As if you didn't enjoy it with me."
Uruha took out his bunch of keys. Fumbling, he managed to get one off. "I won't need this anymore."
"No! No, keep it." Aoi closed the blond's fingers around the piece of metal. If he let him go now, without the key to come back, he'd be gone. Gone to another man, another life and they would be nothing more than band mates.
"Aoi, don't make this harder, please."
- - -
It was past 3 AM and the still warm air of autumn graced two naked men with a caressing breeze. The plan to have a drink or two and watch the stars long forgotten, they gave in to desire and devoured each other. But then, it slipped.
"I love you." The brunette gasped against the crook of Uruha's neck as he pushed down on him over and over again, feeling filled and taken and knowing that it would not be for the last time this night. The grip on his hips tightened. There, it slipped.
"I love you, too." Spoken against swollen lips before they sealed their words with a heated kiss rich of endearments yet unspoken.
- - -
"Don't leave, please!" Aoi was still holding the other's hand to keep the key inside.
"Aoi..." Uruha didn't know what to say. He felt the urge to hug and soothe the dark haired, but he couldn't, not anymore.
"I love you."
"Don't say that."
"I do! So please, Uruha, please don't leave me." The anger was gone and desperation kicked in.
"I'm sorry, I can't." he couldn't take this. A tear welled up and rolled down his left cheek as he saw the sorrow in Aoi's frightened eyes. "I can't." He repeated in a quiet tone, stepped back, closer to the door.
- - -
Uruha was doing the dishes, but not in his own kitchen.
"You know," alice nine.'s guitarist began "when you're on stage you get me all hot and bothered. But being with you like this made me fall for you." He took the wet plate from the smiling blond and dried it with a dishtowel.
"And I fall for you every time you offer me a drink." The taller answered with a smug grin.
"You can have one later." The tone made it clear he wasn't talking about a drink only.
"According to a saying, life is a stage." He cocked a brow and blew a kiss.
- - -
"See you tomorrow at rehearsal." Uruha said as the left the shaking figure.
The key was still in his hand and he made a mental note to drop it into Aoi's bag the next day. He didn't want it anymore. All he could hope for was that Aoi would find someone to love him back one day. He deserved it, but his own heart had been lost to someone different and for odd reasons he felt guilty about it. It hurt.
- - -
Uruha made his way through the garden with a bag of fastfood in his right hand. Hiroto would probably be still awake and looking up at the stars. He found him wrapped in a blanket to fight off the cold November night on a garden swing.
"Hey." The blond greeted him, waving lightly.
Hiroto smiled and lifted the blanket. "What brings you here, love?"
"You, of course." He sat down and snug up to the brunette. "Want one?" He opened the bag full of various burgers, the smell watering their mouths.
Hiroto only nodded and took a random burger to unwrap it. Beneath the night's sky he could be the peacefullest person.
"What's on your mind?" He asked between two bites.
"I broke up with Aoi." He saw Hiroto was pondering about the right words to say as soon as he had swallowed, but before he could do so Uruha cut him off. "Yes, I'm all yours now."
The two just smiled at each other, with a tinge of sadness, but nonetheless they smiled. No further words were exchanged for hours. This was all they needed: peace, comfort, warmth.
Or, to sum it up in one word: love.
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I actually don't like the last lines because they're so cheesy it burrrns. I decided to keep them since a few of you might go all "awwwww!" reading those words.
... *headdesk*