[FIC] - Chain Reaction - Hiroto/Uruha - PG - Oneshot
Title: Chain Reaction
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst(?), romance.
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Aki watched them, their every move telling tales of affection. Written for aliceinfiction's second prompt handcuffs & jealousy.
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As Aki watched them in the bar, he felt it again, this nasty gnawing. He wasn't jealous of Hiroto for having Uruha or of Uruha for having Hiroto. He was jealous of what they had together.
Hiroto and Uruha. Bonded with long-chained handcuffs.
It had been a bet. Ruki wanted to see if his friend could take full 24 hours of staying with Hiroto. Up until now, they seemed so happy with their situation, being far beyond deadline already.
It was frustrating.
They could live months apart, not seeing each other in weeks, not calling for days. But then, after a tour, after their busy schedule left them space to breath, they'd meet again, Uruha being an hour late, Hiroto counting the minutes until he saw him again, right there in front of him.
The mere second they set eyes on the other again, they started to shine, like they fell in love all over again. Then, they'd kiss, chaste and tentatively, as if they never knew of every dirty secret, touched every inch of adored skin.
Aki would see them, teasing each other. Uruha holding something out of Hiroto's reach. Hiroto sweeping the blond up into his arms. They'd giggle, nuzzle, kiss and then giggle some more.
He was jealous.
The couple left their booth, heading for the small group of dancing people to join in. Their chain hang loose between them. There was no pull or push, just moving along, following the chant of heart.
A hand on Hiroto's strong shoulder. A hand on Uruha's alluring hip. Two hands joined, their chain rattling quietly, shimmering in the bar's dim lights as if it was some jewelry. Eyes locked, smiles never fading, they danced.
Aki saw how their lips formed sweet nothings. Winks and grins were followed by cocked brows until Uruha was bent over Hiroto's arm low.
He was so jealous it hurt.
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D: Now I wanna hug the slut poor Aki.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst(?), romance.
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Aki watched them, their every move telling tales of affection. Written for aliceinfiction's second prompt handcuffs & jealousy.
Rainchaser's Archive
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As Aki watched them in the bar, he felt it again, this nasty gnawing. He wasn't jealous of Hiroto for having Uruha or of Uruha for having Hiroto. He was jealous of what they had together.
Hiroto and Uruha. Bonded with long-chained handcuffs.
It had been a bet. Ruki wanted to see if his friend could take full 24 hours of staying with Hiroto. Up until now, they seemed so happy with their situation, being far beyond deadline already.
It was frustrating.
They could live months apart, not seeing each other in weeks, not calling for days. But then, after a tour, after their busy schedule left them space to breath, they'd meet again, Uruha being an hour late, Hiroto counting the minutes until he saw him again, right there in front of him.
The mere second they set eyes on the other again, they started to shine, like they fell in love all over again. Then, they'd kiss, chaste and tentatively, as if they never knew of every dirty secret, touched every inch of adored skin.
Aki would see them, teasing each other. Uruha holding something out of Hiroto's reach. Hiroto sweeping the blond up into his arms. They'd giggle, nuzzle, kiss and then giggle some more.
He was jealous.
The couple left their booth, heading for the small group of dancing people to join in. Their chain hang loose between them. There was no pull or push, just moving along, following the chant of heart.
A hand on Hiroto's strong shoulder. A hand on Uruha's alluring hip. Two hands joined, their chain rattling quietly, shimmering in the bar's dim lights as if it was some jewelry. Eyes locked, smiles never fading, they danced.
Aki saw how their lips formed sweet nothings. Winks and grins were followed by cocked brows until Uruha was bent over Hiroto's arm low.
He was so jealous it hurt.
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D: Now I wanna hug the slut poor Aki.