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Unseeing 3/?? Angst - pg Reituki

He has scars like everyone does but this particular scar brings with it sorrow filled smiles, pity filled glances and a loneliness that seemed never ending

Takanori let a soft sigh escape his lips as the burn of someone’s eyes prickled his skin. It wasn’t unusual for someone to stare but this time it was different. He couldn’t put his finger on the why but it was. An upward glance made his heart stumble slightly as he found those fawn eyes looking back at him; fortunately for the smaller he was completely covered so he was safe from those eyes. The other couldn’t tell for sure whether Takanori was looking back at him but somehow he just knew he was. The eye contact was broken as the train moved steadily on. It was the first time the eye contact lasted more than a brief second. Lasted longer than those quick glances strangers give each other. Silent judgement before the other caught on. A scared moment of whether the other is judging, an insecure look or just a passing of eyes. When the scarred man was younger he didn’t get bullied. Well not bullied to the extent people would expect. Sure he got stares but most were wise enough to keep it shut. A few spoke rudely of it but were immediately shot down by others. So people did not share time with him not because he was bullied… they just didn’t want to or they didn’t know how to act around him and to be honest it hurt. It hurt a lot. He lost most of the people he held dear and it wasn’t even his fault. This was when the doubts began to plague his mind and his confidence began to shrink. His family could only do so much because they’re family. They were there from his beginning. They loved him for what was on the inside and not what he now was forced to look like. How were others meant to love him for his personality when they couldn’t get over his looks? It’ll always be an obstacle because looks were so important these days and it was a shame. Such a damn shame. He felt like screaming. To just tear himself apart and let himself lay bare in front of everyone. Let them see him from the inside and let them decide whether he was worth it. Show his true self and shout from the top of his lungs until his throat closed up. Let his eyes glaze over with unshed tears because of the frustration he can feel tightening his chest because no one would give him that chance. Wouldn’t give him that one fucking chance to prove that he was worth it. He was worth it wasn’t he? No matter how much he wanted to do this he wouldn’t. People wouldn’t understand because their minds have dwindled to their most simplest of forms. No one would understand the depth of his emotions that he was currently drowning in as forced himself through life. They would just look at him and wonder what was going on because he was complex. His way with words would confuse them and if he was straightforward he would probably hurt them because they were not strong enough. Society had made them shallow and unable to handle a soul like his that just desperately needed someone. Pushing the wooden door open, the small bell jingled as the man shooed in from the heat. He didn’t care if it was sweltering outside. Out there he would be covered, always covered. The air in the room was heavy with the smell of wood shavings and the sounds of scuffling and bubbling. “Ah there you are. I’ll leave everything up to you now since you’re here. I should have an extra key made for you soon. I’m so sorry that I lost yours but thank you for being understanding.” A short raven haired man appeared from the door behind the counter, wiping his hands on a towel before laying the cloth on the wood to allow his hands to flip the edge of the counter up on its hinges. The man was just taller than Takanori and had the vaguest resemblance to him. After all this man was a cousin to him but a fairly distant one at that. His family had moved from Japan when he was ten and he returned by himself when he was twenty-eight, nine years older than his auburn relative. Just nodding to the other, Takanori shucked off his coat folding it over his arm as he made his way past the man to hang it up on the hook located in the back room. Pulling his scarf off to hang on top of his coat, sunglasses following to be placed in a pocket, before making his way back out to the front of the shop. “It’s not a problem.” Voice soft, almost like a whisper. He honestly didn’t mind, he had become so tired recently that he couldn’t feel anything but apathy… well that and the loneliness that was spreading like a disease. His cousin could be quite the scatterbrain sometimes but it never irritated him. Takanori wouldn’t let it because this man was saving him. They were by no means close due to not actually conversing for years aside from the rare family gathering they attended. Yet this man has thrown the younger a lifeline that he would always be grateful for. He had given the scarred man a job at his pet shop. Yes it was a far cry from the lifestyle Takanori had dreamed about as a teenager but he wouldn’t let this slip through his fingers. He couldn’t because what would he do then? Live with his parents and not make his own way? It was difficult to find a job that involved not dealing with many people and with such low confidence he didn’t believe that any hobby he had would work in the long run, especially as they were all areas without guarantee. So for now he would stay in this shop and look after it to the best of his abilities. It was pure luck that this place had opened and Takanori just knew that the other didn’t need to run it anymore for he had invested in businesses and was becoming successful. The man didn’t need to keep a dingy little pet shop open that was hardly busy and was not an interest to him anymore. The reason why he did? For Takanori. He knew how difficult the small being had it and wanted to help in any way he could without being patronising. To allow him be independent. Help him in this cruel world that would continue to spin uncaring of the man’s difficulties. “Okay. Well we have a new pup in the back. I’m sure you’ll be fine with him. I’ll pass the new key to your sister to give to you and I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” With a wave the other was gone with a tinkle of the bell. Alone again. ~~~~~~~ It was dark. Everyone was out yet he stayed behind. He couldn’t handle it and he was not going to lose it in front of the people who were trying their best. He wouldn’t subject them to this because by God they were trying and he didn’t want them to think their efforts were in vain for he appreciated it. He grasped onto what they gave him like it was his last hope… but wasn’t it? They were his last hope… His hands clutched onto a small piece of metal. A pendant. Small and chunky in the shape of a cross with sharp points and a black embedded design. Then in the typical Takanori style, a skull rested in the middle. It had been taken off its chain because he would never wear it again yet would keep the cross with him. The chain was just unnecessary weight… just like what was forcing down his shoulders. The band had bought the necklace for his birthday. A group gift on his sixteenth. A time that would be forever imprinted in his mind. A happy time. A time surrounded by people who cared and he would strive to a successful future with. Or so he thought. Hands clasped tightly together in front of his face as if to pray, the pendent clutched between his fingers, he closed his eyes tight. Memories pierced his brain causing a gasp to tumble from his lips. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want this; he just wanted his life back. Tears slowly slid down his cheeks as shudders ran through his frame. Harsh jerks as he kicked out, throwing the object in his hands as far away as he could. A short, half choked scream fled the poor man. Hands lifted to clutch his head as he forced himself to take in deep breaths. It wouldn’t do for his family to come back to him in such a state. He was 20 and still living at home. The pathetic feeling grew for he knew it hurt his parents to know that he gave up on education because it would be a waste of money and he wouldn’t be able to face it. Heh… because his face was the problem. Yes. There were people out there that would help but Takanori would always know that most people would see him judge him. Judge him why? He hadn’t hurt anybody yet they did this often just by a look. Just with their eyes. Resting his weary head back against the couch the current blonde blinked furiously to stop the tears. The shakes slowly worked themselves out of his body just to leave him in a state of lethargy. Staring at the ceiling with his one good eye a thought crossed his mind. Will this ever end?

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Unseeing 2/?? Angst - pg Reituki

He has scars like everyone does but this particular scar brings with it sorrow filled smiles, pity filled glances and a loneliness that seemed never ending

Akira was a simple boy. Well maybe simple is not the best way to describe him. Akira was just a teenage boy. He went to school, got his grades, had friends and his hobbies. He would work hard to help his family, be that by doing chores, offering support with a non-judgemental ear or a sturdy shoulder, paid small jobs from the neighbours or even just keeping out of the way and making sure his behaviour was excellent. The boy was a typical boy with his love of video games. It was a difficult task to get his attention off those damn things. Yet this made him happy so why disrupt happiness so early? No one needs to grow up too quickly, even though it is inevitable. He wasn’t by any means an average kid. People would say he was not normal but what defines normal? Plain clothing, hair the same as the person next to you, face a blank expression that gets lost in the sea of people shuffling aboard trains and picking people apart at the seams that were not deemed this ‘normal’. If that was what people thought was normal, well Akira never wanted to be someone else’s definition, he wanted to define himself. He grew up with the lights and society’s boundaries of what was acceptable and growing up with the lights made it impossible to not cross those boundaries. He was inspired by music even with its shaky foundations and Akira wanted a taste of the grunge lifestyle. He wanted those run down nights on the road before heading to another venue. Wanted the challenges and difficulties to try and find his freedom. The boy didn’t want to take the safe option because he was sure there was always something more. When he was a child he would see all these people dressing up in different styles and would pass them by on the street. Wide eyed and amazed as he clutched to his mother’s warm grip. Yeah Akira decided he didn’t want other people’s standards to become his own. He became one of those people you’d see congregated on that area near some shopping centre, or the steps near some other place of note. One of the people with the eccentric clothing and grins plastered on their faces. They would appear in the early hours of the morning and be there until sometime in the evening, if they ever went home. They would talk about music and the latest news stories or trends that were surfacing. There would be loud conversations and the quiet to the side discussions along with a few that ended up running around like teenagers do. Someone would often have a guitar and would let a melody wrap around the group on those excitable days. Akira had his friends but then he had his friends. The ones he could rely on, the ones that would always be there. Sure he was friends with everyone who was around because he was that guy, the guy that everyone just wanted to be around because he was just that goddamn lovely. People on their way to work would say ‘that boy needs to be spoken to by his parents’ unknowing of the harshness that phrase held for they do not know his story and he was not going to enlighten them. Akira was Akira and no one was going to change that and no one that mattered to him wanted too. He would always be the one with the cloth around the nose, the hair that was bleached blonde and the clothes that were deemed not normal. When he grew up he wanted to make something of himself because he wanted to make his family proud. Akira didn’t want to become a lay about like some of the people around him. The people who never left to further their education and ended up with a child. So he saved up for a bass. He always had a love for a good bassline for it seemed to sink into his skin and leave a mark. He scrounged money from wherever he could and cut down doing on half the things that would cost him. That bass became his baby and he vowed to nurture his talent and create a future. Now at the age of 26 he was playing music with his friends. They were making their way through the industry and he was happy so far but he felt like something was not right. There was something missing but it was not something he would dwell on. He still had the noseband but his bleached hair was now styled into a form of Mohawk rather than lying flat on his skull. Hopping onto the train Akira’s gaze was drawn again to a small figure that seemed to be trying to make themselves smaller than they already were. Losing them in folds of black cloth and oversized sunglasses. He was the one that had captured Akira’s attention a while ago ever since he began getting on that line and each day without fail Akira would see this man. They have never spoken and they have never shown that they have acknowledged each other. Akira was intrigued.

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Unseeing 1/?? Angst - pg Reita/Ruki

He has scars like everyone does but this particular scar brings with it sorrow filled smiles, pity filled glances and a loneliness that seemed never ending

He was such a beautiful boy. He was energetic and full of life. With large shining brown eyes and a smile that lit up his face and warmed people’s hearts. He was supposed to become a very handsome man. But life was cruel and doesn’t always go how one would expect. He has scars like everyone does but this particular scar brings with it sorrow filled smiles, pity filled glances and a loneliness that seemed never ending. It travelled from his hairline down his forehead through his eyebrow, around his now blanked out eye, curving the length of his cheek to his finely shaped jaw along his neck to bend towards his chest where the wound finished. It was all raw and a dark pink where the skin puckered and folded. Almost like the flesh had melted and then hardened again. The scar split on his cheek where a thin spidery line ran towards his lower lip. This one being white, thin and almost unnoticeable as people would take a look at him, see the disfigured flesh, the unseeing eye and look away quickly. The man would never understand why people looked at him with such sorrow. They weren’t the ones who had to carry this burden around with them on a daily basis. They didn’t have to see the reactions of other people. They didn’t have to look into the mirror each day and see this reflection staring back at them. Look at any reflective surface and see this... freak. He had been a perfectly healthy 17 year old boy who was a simply a teenager. He would dye his hair when he got bored, go to school, go home, get work done and be with his friends. His life revolved around music and he had a voice. He held promise. Being this perfectly healthy 17 year old boy, he also had a girlfriend. A sweet girl in his class a few months his younger, with sparkles in her eyes, soft features and long black hair. Her life revolved around him. This should have been the first sign. Time passed, things changed and they grew. The attraction they had was dwindling. Takanori was focusing on his music and passion. She was focusing on him and their future. The boy was beginning to lose his feelings whereas what she felt for him was turning into obsession. It was on a late Wednesday afternoon with the sun hanging lazily in the sky before it disappeared over the horizon when it happened. No one would have expected it or thought that she would do this. Their relationship had fizzled out like a dying fire and there was nothing to hold them together. Attempting to let her down gently, he forced the words out of his mouth with a bowed head preventing him from seeing that hardened stare. It was too late. He didn’t have the chance to shield himself. It happened all too quickly and all the brunette could remember was a flash of silver, blinding pain, screaming and blood, oh so much blood. He could feel it running down his face and chest and it burned. That soft looking girl wasn’t so innocent after all as she mutilated his skin, catching his eye with the blade and sinking it into the flesh of his chest. No one wanted to know what would have happened if his parents hadn't come home early that afternoon and sadly Takanori had to carry the result of someone else’s obsession. His life was taken away from him for the wound got infected and the healing process took longer becoming worse before it could improve. He wouldn’t make it as a singer. He wouldn’t be successful because he didn’t have the perfect face and who would want a front man with a face like his? The music industry was a harsh business with a shallow outlook. Without the perfect looks who cares about the voice? There were other more handsome singers out there to pay attention too. The band he was with dropped him with the pathetic excuse of it not being his fault and they wished it didn’t have to be that way. Takanori was lonely. He had his family to help him through the difficult times but he didn’t want to constantly depend on them especially at the age of 25. He just wanted friends that wouldn’t gawp at him or be embarrassed to be seen in public but no one would come too close. “I don’t understand why people can be such bastards. Look at you! You’re such a cutie. If I wasn’t engaged to your brother I’d definitely jump at the chance to be with you.” “That’s enough now or I’ll start getting jealous here.” Takanori just flushed under their attention, shuffling from side to side. Sitting down on an uncomfortable train seat the brunette pulled his scarf up closer to his nose, checking that his oversized sunglasses hadn’t slipped down. Takanori just wanted to be normal.

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Impatient Darling? 1/1 Smut - NC-17 Reita/Ruki There was this indescribable need between them. A heat that was impossible to control. An intensity that wiped any rational thoughts they had in their heads. The need between them was unfathomable.

“Unnn.” Large hands slowly slid down his sides, smoothly finding a place on the tops of his thighs, fingers spread so they were oh so close to where he wanted them most. A lean body pressed themselves firmly against the shorter man’s back, successfully overpowering him with just their height. He couldn’t help but be submissive; it was just how he was. Sometimes he would fight back but oh God he just wanted to be taken. Hot breath caressed his ear as the taller leaned down to just hover above the auburn man’s neck. Everything was perfectly still except for Ruki’s chest that was beginning to move quicker with each breath he took. Small barely there gasps left his lips as the tension in the atmosphere grew. A smirk drew itself across the bassist’s lips as Ruki’s head found itself lying back against a firm shoulder. Eyes half-lidded and mouth parted slightly. Hands ran themselves upwards, one catching the graphic printed t-shirt pulling it upwards to allow the other one trail across soft skin. With the slightly chilled touch on warm skin Ruki sucked in a breath, stomach pulling in slightly before exhaling shakily. Lips pressed gently against a non stretched lobe before pulling away briefly only to return and whisper I want you... Fuck I want you so… bad. Brown eyes snapped open, hands reaching to grasp at whatever he could reach, a forearm, and a thigh. His fingertips grasping as he tried to gain some control over his breathing.  Hot open mouthed kisses were laced across the tilted neck. Pale skin stretched out to tempting to not taste. To not be marked. “Nnngah!” Soft wet noises reached the ears of the pair in the quiet apartment. The sound of lips sucking on abused skin only to be released and watched as the colour deepened to a dark red, purple blossoming in places. Hands didn’t stay idle as Reita’s free hand pulled itself up the others body, the other still in Ruki’s grip held the t-shirt up allowing fingers to reach an uncovered nipple. Roughened fingers ghosting over causing the singer to tremble at the teasing before it was captured between a thumb and forefinger. Small noises left the singer’s throat as the other moved torturously slow. The feel of that lean body against his back, the warmth radiating from him as well as the feel of that hard arousal made Ruki feel like he was going crazy. He felt like he was burning up. It was a flurry of motion before Reita found himself with an armful of one very frustrated man. A slender hand curled in his hair, the other clutching his shoulder and that mouth gasping the words that made him release a small groan. “Fuck me. Just… fuck me.”   Both bodies stumbled across the room to crash into the wall that separated the bedroom from the hallway. Pain didn’t register in the blonde’s mind as that short body stretched itself along him, lips attached to his ear with soft pants pleasuring his ear drums. Just the feel of the other’s body trembling with suppressed need, hands clutched in his hair tightly were enough to drive Reita mad. Hands slipped around to the small of Ruki’s bare back, the bassist had successfully gotten rid of the t-shirt giving him access to the smooth skin, before slipping underneath the jeans his lover wore. Oh yeah, his pants had been unbuttoned and slightly unzipped in the process. Hands curved underneath the denim and tight boxers the other wore, like anything else would fit under those jeans, to run over that perfectly shaped backside. Reita applied force that caused Ruki to buck upwards causing friction that was oh so delicious. “Ah…!” Ruki’s eyebrows knitted together as he thrust against Reita, the other just helping create the right pressure as their movements were evenly paced. Reita leaned down slightly to let his forehead rest against the other hips starting to move faster, breaths hot against each other faces as their lips brushed against each other when Ruki tilted his head slightly. The bassist could feel Ruki beginning to lose it, his movements slowly picking up, and eyes beginning to haze. Reita did the only thing he could do and grab the vocalist’s hips to stop him from moving. A whine slipped out his throat when he felt Reita stop him from reaching his goal. Hearing that sound Reita knew the other was slipping because Ruki would flush an adorable shade of red if he realised he released such an undignified sound. Even though Reita found it incredibly hot knowing that he was causing those noises. “Fuck Ruki.” “Y-yes… Fuck Ruki.” Groaning the bassist settled his hands on the waist of the man before him to flip them around, knocking the air out of others lungs before claiming those delectable lips. Tongue granted access to glide into the other’s mouth, marking out its territory once again. Elegant fingers clawed the shirt material that covered his lover’s back, scrambling to untuck the blasted thing that was obscuring his view Reita’s torso. The shirt hems desperately clutched in his fists, pulling the lean body against his even more but never getting close enough, it was never enough. Forcing himself to break the kiss Ruki tried to gain some clarity of what was happening. Letting go of the material he pushed the blonde’s body away from his, only slightly, to allow his shaking fingers to unbuckle the other's belt, shuddering as the other’s teeth grazed his neck. Hurrying himself along, he found himself impatiently tugging the baggy jeans downwards. Eye’s closing at the feel of a slightly rough tongue lick around the edge of his earlobe before listening to the other’s husky whisper. “Impatient Darling?” Two could play at this game. Pearly teeth captured a plush lip as the owner looked upwards through his fringe, hips pushing forward to just prove his need. The fake innocent act caused the bassist’s mind to go blank as he watched. The bassist had been swanning around all day in his customary tank top but this time he had decided to throw on a button down, with the first 4 buttons undone and Ruki was sure it was to tease him. Everything the other did was to tease him and Ruki had had enough. Clumsily the auburn haired man was determined to unbutton that damn shirt if only his fingers would stop slipping and- oh God. He couldn’t help but rock forward against that thigh that had magically worked its way through his own. The heat between the two figures was increasingly rapidly, harsh pants and soft moans filling the apartment along with the rustling of clothes and bodies moving together. All of a sudden Ruki felt an intense need flood through him. He wasn’t sure what caused it but whatever it was made him grip the shirt firmly in the middle and with a hefty pull, ripped the last few buttons out of their holes, one or two pulling completely away from the fabric. His mind was too far gone to register anything besides his need for the other. Reita could feel the perspiration start to build up on his skin and it didn’t help that he was still fully dressed. That minx in front of him was driving him crazy, ripping his clothes, sucking on his bottom lip that was begging to be bitten by Reita and grinding his crotch against the thigh between his legs. With a grunt Reita forced himself to pull completely away from the devil to rid Ruki of his jeans, mentally drooling over the tight boxers the other wore before ridding him of those too. The vocalist allowed the other to undress him, moving his feet when necessary, as he tried to steady his breathing but failing quite badly, letting out a shaky sigh of relief when his fully hard arousal was uncovered. Palms flat against the wall trembling as his lover leaned forward to rest his hands against the wall beside his head, making him look all the more predatory as he spoke. “Turn around baby. Hands on the wall.” As the auburn followed his instructions Reita discarded his shirt without a second glance, eyes trained on the finely shaped figure in front of him. Hands pressed against the wall. A slight arch of the back. Legs spread. Pale skin stretched out in soft curves, flecked with a freckle or a mole in places, so tantalising that Reita just wanted to run his tongue and lips all over that body. Bite and nibble on the sensitive areas that he just knew would make his lover squirm. He couldn’t wait. No not after the teasing and the emotions that were crackling in the air around them. They weren’t sure why it was different but why question something that just felt so damn good. Pushing his fingers into his jeans pocket he struggled slightly to pull the tube of lubricant he had stashed there before approaching his lover. Shoving his jeans and boxers down to his knees he stopped, head snapping upwards after hearing a soft moan. “Re-i-taah…” That sneaky devil had slipped one hand down to stroke his erection, head bowed down with hips flexing slightly. Reita felt his throat go dry as more groans and gasps spilled from those perfect lips. Straightening himself upright the blonde couldn’t wait anymore. No. That man had pushed his self-control to the edge that he was sure would take a nose dive in no more than a few minutes. Laying his body across the overheated one in front of him, tank top sticking to the other’s back. Reita placed one hand the wall to hold himself upright with the lube between his fingers so as to not drop it. His other slid down that gorgeous neck, ghosting across his shoulder and down his arm, barely touching, to join the hand slowly moving across hard flesh, fingers spreading allowing Reita to join in.  “Does that feel good Ruki? Hmm? Feeling both our hands touching you? Oh but you won’t cum until I’m inside of you. Filling you. Fucking you.” He couldn’t stop it, the whimper that fled his mouth because he was imagining it, oh fuck yes. Eyes widening at the feel of the other’s cock pressing against him, at that entire body pressed against him and the fact that the other was still clothed turned him on like nothing else because if Reita couldn’t take the time to finish undressing… Resting his hands back against the wall the vocalist arched his back more to rub his arse teasingly against the others crotch, smirking at the harsh gasp he got in return. That was it. Reita had had enough. Coating his fingers with the lubricant, that he surprisingly had not dropped, the bassist began to slide his index finger into the singer, careful not to hurt the other more than necessary. Panting Ruki shifted his hips, enticing the other to hurry up; he wanted more than a finger. He wanted Reita. Suddenly another finger joined the first and then soon a third, thrusting into that tight heat. The feeling of being filled made Ruki’s eyes roll back, releasing a groan as he moved with the other. Patience wearing thin the blonde pushed his fingers in further attempting to find that spot that would make Ruki lose control. “…hnn-AH!” Fingers scrambled upon the wall in some attempt to anchor him from the onslaught of pleasure he was currently undergoing. Body shaking with the constant movements against his prostate, lips parted as he moaned unrestrainedly. “Yes Ruki …yes. That’s it… moan for me…”  And Ruki did. Head tilting back he let loose a groan deep from within his chest against the other’s cheek. The sound going straight to Reita’s arousal as he continually thrust he fingers, intent on stretching his lover as much as he could in the quickest amount of time. “God Ruki I can’t.. I can’t.” “Don’t then. Huh…rry… please.” Reclaiming his fingers Reita hurriedly coated his erection with lube, gasping at the chilled liquid along with the feel of his own hand granting him slight relief. Lube dropping to the floor and forgotten.  Hearing the noise Ruki twisted slightly, tilting his head to get a better look at his lover, praising his lover with his eyes at the sight he saw. Smirking at the glazed look, Reita moved back to his place against that body with his lips beside the others ear. “See what you do to me? I can hardly control myself… fuck…Ruki…” The erotic baritone voice washed over Ruki like a tidal wave and he found himself trembling again, anticipating the next move. Whimpering slightly, Ruki felt a nudge at his entrance that definitely did not feel like the others fingers. Mouth dropping open as Reita pushed his way inside, a groan muffled against his neck, Ruki’s fingers tensed on the wall. Eyes screwed shut and breath stuck inside his chest. Slowly and steadily the bassist sheathed himself, the other’s muscles contracting around him causing wonderful sensations. Moving his hand to rest on the younger’s hip; Reita gripped tightly allowing his fingernails to bite into that soft skin slightly. Reita felt himself quiver as the pulsating heat massaged him ways indescribable. Fingers flexing as he shut his eyes to focus on not moving. Chest moving in short bursts in a strained attempt of control. The pain shot through Ruki causing a strangled whimper to leave him but it was only the start and it would get better. Oh God it would get better. Concentrating on breathing he subconsciously tightened his muscles around Reita causing the feeling of being full to intensify and to drag a surprised sound from his lover. “Ru-chan… hnnn. You..okay?” After a small nod from the one in question, Reita shifted his hips, thrusting ever so carefully to test the waters. Suddenly one of those elegant hands left the wall to reach behind him and grip the blond strands, nails scratching his scalp ever so slightly. “Yes….” “How much do you want me?” “I want you so bad.” “Welcome to how I feel Baby… now groan for me.” And he did. Mouth staying open Ruki felt himself gurgle slightly at the shallow thrusts Reita began to do, slightly embarrassed at the noise for a second until he heard the muffled shit against his neck. It was difficult to be embarrassed with Reita because it seemed that whatever he did the other seemed to love or think was cute and adorable. The material of the bassist’s top stuck to both of their skins, the bassist’s jeans falling to just above his knees and brushing the others flesh, just heightening the sensation even more. Classic grunts left older as he became more forceful in his thrusts whereas Ruki moaned, gasped, whimpered and panted. Reita loved Ruki’s responses to him. He loved drawing those sweet noises from that plush mouth making him sing out his bliss in that strong voice that brought people to their knees. If only they could hear him now. Their voices were perfect together. Reita’s deep and throaty just like the raw sound of his bass, with Ruki’s melodious sounds as accompaniment just like his vocals. They were a pair. “Ahh..ng-ah!” Ruki’s hand tightened in his lover’s hair as that particular gland was just brushed. Only just. “Reita… fuck… please. Deeper…hnnnn.” More force. Ruki felt like he was going to lose his mind. Eyes rolling back into his head from the pleasure he was receiving, the pain receding into a dull ache. His hand gripping onto the other’s hair as some form of anchor as his body shook from the force Reita was pounding into him with. Reita couldn’t help but speed up his thrusts, clutching the soft skin of the others hip. That voice practically begging him to go deeper bringing him into frenzy. That low throaty voice gasping. Fuck this man was a walking wet dream. “Yes…yes! Reita!” At the beginning of their relationship Ruki was terrified about what the other thought about being vocal in bed. Scared the other would tell him to shut up and be quiet whilst he fucked him. Previous lovers laughed at him. One gagged him. Another called him a girl but Reita. Fuck. That man just enjoyed pulling any noise he can from him. His lip was caught between his teeth, almost to the point of bleeding as the pleasure built up within him but he would not give in. Not one sound. No matter how good it felt, no matter how much the pressure built up, he would not make any noise. Why? Because he didn’t want Reita to go, he could not let Reita leave. So he’d be quiet. He was startled when the other stopped moving. Opening his eyes he was shocked at the concerned look the other gave him. “Ruki? Are you okay?” Unsure of what the other meant he just nodded. Why wouldn’t he be? Reita was making him feel a-maz-ing. What could be wrong? “Are you not getting anything out of this at all?” “…What?” “You’re biting your lip pretty damn hard. Are you in pain? Am I hurting you?” “No you’re making me feel…wonderful… why would you think that?” Ruki was confused. What was going on? “Why won’t you make any noise… Can I not make you moan?” It was like a slap to Ruki’s face. Reita wanted… “You want to hear me?” “Well of course. I love hearing my partner’s pleasure. Why…oh.” Ruki looked ashamed and nervous as he glanced downwards. That’s the effect Reita had on him. Made him feel like a teenage boy again, fumbling through the darkness that is life. Shifting, Reita moved himself to place his lips against Ruki’s heavily pierced lobe, voice arousing the other to the point of whimpering. “That’s right Baby. Yes. I want to hear you moan. I want you to groan my name as I fuck you. I want to hear each one of those pretty sounds from your lips. Every pant and whimper. I want you to scream.” “REITA! There! Oh god there.” Bingo. Prostate. Angling his thrusts to make sure he was aiming for the right place Reita picked up his pace. He wanted Ruki to lose it, to become undone beneath him. Reita didn’t understand why he was feeling this undeniable, unfathomable need for the other. It was like a hit out of nowhere and fuck the other was making it painfully hard not to come just from listening to his voice. Snaking the hand not against the wall up along Ruki’s torso Reita teased a hardened nipple, sending shocks along the shorter’s man’s body. Pleasure reaching up to an almost unbearable height as the thrusts came in hard and heavy. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Ruki clenched his muscles again, wanting to grant Reita at least a fraction of the pleasure that was being granted on himself. “Shit…Ruki.” A gasping groan. “More… please Reita… I…” Reita could feel Ruki was getting close. The vocalist was tensing up. Muscles tightening. Body becoming strained and taught. Mustering all his strength Reita began to put his all in. He wanted to hear that scream. The scream that would make him fall off the edge. The throaty scream he lived for that only he could pull from his lover. The one only he would ever get the pleasure of listening to. A large hand slipped away from the other’s nipple to glide downwards to another body part that needed his attention. Flushed a dark red and weeping. Pre-cum sticking to his fingers as he massaged the substance into the singer’s flesh, slick, hard and so hot. Reita felt the singer beginning to convulse. Shake as each breath was accompanied by either a moan or a whimper. Perspiration had built up on their bodies to the point there was a bead running down the other’s neck. Leaning closer Reita let his tongue lick along the trail of sweat and was gifted with a shiver from the other and a clenching of inner muscles. “Yes… yes Ruki. That’s it… Fuck...Baby, yes! Fuck…I love you.” Flinging his neck back against Reita’s sweaty shoulder, Ruki let loose a scream, that could be loosely translated into his lover’s name. He was wild and unrestricted. Eyelids screwed shut with eyebrows knitted as the most painful pleasure was unleashed on him. Prostate battered as white spots danced behind his eyelids. He couldn’t tell if he was actually seeing the stars or the spots from closing one’s eyes too tight but fuck he didn’t care because he was experiencing the most painful, delicious pleasure he has ever felt and he was cumming, oh God was he cumming. So hard he felt like blacking out. His hand tightened even more within Reita’s hair and he couldn’t tell whether he was hurting the bassist but he couldn’t stop. He was shuddering, shaking and clenching. He was losing his mind and Reita loved him. Seeing that sweaty face near his and that tortured expression so close made Reita’s mouth fall open. His hips lost their rhythm, becoming jerky as he lost control. Feeling that heat pulsate and tighten around him made him sink his teeth into the other’s neck. Groaning deeply and from so deep within his chest it was like all his emotions were being forced to the surface that his eyes were close to watering. With one final thrust he was gone. Dived off the edge and was hit with an orgasm so hard his knees began to feel like water. To have the other convulse so violently in his arms just from pleasure pushed him further into the abyss. Fuck he loved that man. Ruki couldn’t keep himself up. Any strength he had left fled him as he revelled in post-orgasm bliss. Collapsing against the wall with his arms pressed awkwardly above him he purred at the feel of a strong body against his back as the other stumbled against him. From the feel of cum spread inside of him and still being connected together. Blinking in an attempt to regain focus the taller forced himself to kick his jeans off as he rest against the other, he couldn’t care less about his tank top. Sweat slicked skin against sweat slicked skin and a feeling of contentment. Reita placed a butterfly soft kiss on the harsh bite he created on the singer’s neck. Sighing gently Ruki let a dazzling smile cross his face as he turned to look at his lover. “…and I love you too.”

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Liar - !Reituki

Liar Oneshot - 479 pg ??/Ruki

A dim haze had settled over the city.

Shadows were growing steadily as time ticked by, cheekbones sinking in with dark stretches.

Coffee losing its warmth. Cigarette burning down to the filter. Just for another to find it’s place between plump, lifeless lips. Skin pale. Eyes dark.

Sitting on the counter top, staring outside with the window open. Enveloped in smoke and a quiet sense of solitude. Knees pulled close to the figure’s chest and a neutral, emotionless expression on his face as he observed the skyline, dark eyes with a glaze of uncaring.

He could see the monsters from the corner of his eyes. See them lurking in the shadows near the walls. See their claws and hear their breathing. They were waiting, waiting for what, he wasn’t sure but he knew they were there. He knew they were watching and waiting. Waiting… always waiting…

The soft steady tick of the clock filled the silence as the room steadily got darker and the monsters grew bigger. He could feel his heart shrinking, could feel his breath shorten. Skin prickled with Goosebumps and a trickle of fear.

Smoke continued to leave those lips, fingers poised and a taste of tobacco on his tongue. Closing his eyes he could hear the whispers. The breathing got louder and the whispers increased. The monsters were moving around him, almost dancing as they taunted. Would they do anything tonight? He didn’t know. They loved to toy with him. Keep him on his toes and dangle him on a thin thread.

Teeth sinking into the flesh of his lower lip as the cigarette found its place on the ashtray, smoke rising from it, still lit and unfinished. A heavy sigh leaving his mouth as he turns his head, sure that he saw the dark shadows jump away quickly as he slid from the counter. Bare flesh touching cold tiles, slowly making his way to the bedroom. Eyes scanning around the room before settling on another man, lying on his stomach, stretched along the bed in a doze.

Fingertips traced soft skin. Following the curve of a spine and running across ribs. Spinning out secrets. Spreading poison. Hopes dying.

Lying beside the other, a soft murmur in the darkness.

“Would you miss me if I wasn’t here tomorrow?”

“Yes….”

“Would you miss me if I wasn’t here the next day?”

“Yes.”

“What about next week?”

“Yes.”

“Next month?”

“Yes.”

“Year?”

“Yes.”

A thoughtful hum from an expressionless Master.

“Would you care if I got injured?”

“Yes.”

“Broken bones?”

“Yes.” "Bleeding?" "Yes."

“Fell down stairs?”

“Yes.”

“Hit by a car?”

“Yes.”

Just then a trickle of emotion crossed over that face. Biting his lower lip before stretching over, lips brushing the taller man’s ear as a soft whisper filtered into the darkness. Broken and scarred. Patched together by pain and grieving of what was once beauty.

“Liar.”