Uruki★Fanfics

The wee hours of the early morning were always a difficult time for Ruki to sleep. He felt most...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:32:00 -0400

The wee hours of the early morning were always a difficult time for Ruki to sleep. He felt most creative, right at his peak with inspiration and lyrical stories whirling about in his thoughts that begged to be written down before he lost them to the bleak darkness of forget. But he needed – no, wanted, not needed – something to help ease the racing of his thoughts and coax him completely into a slumber he could feel wait for him, but stubbornly skirted around him when he decided to lay down and close his eyes.

After much careful thought (and unspoken hesitation) he reached for his phone and scrolled down his listed contacts until he reached the name of a certain guitarist that, regardless of being asleep himself, wouldn’t make a single fuss of being asked for company regardless of the near twenty minutes it takes.

Now, he was stuck in a world where he teetered on the thin line of remaining in the beginning of a dream that escaped him faster than sand slipping from the spaces of his fingers and warmth that held him by the nape of his neck; lips felt moving against his cheek with the forming of words that barely registered to sink in.

“What?”

“I said: I knew you were going to pass out soon.” Uruha chuckled, and Ruki smiled lightly with a hum, keeping his eyes shut as he felt himself be pulled and held more comfortably.

“I didn’t pass out. I’m just…listening to you.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmhm.”

“What did I say, then?”

Ruki groaned, his eyebrows furrowing lightly before a soft smirk quirked upward a corner of his lips. “I’m the best piece of ass you’ve ever had.” A bubble of brief laughter met his ears at his reply, and there was simply no other way to avoid his smirk crooking further as he rolled until he rested atop of the chuckling guitarist, pressing a lingering kiss against a spot of his neck soon afterwards.

“Go to sleep.” Uruha instructed close to his ear for the fifth time that morning, rolling until they both settled to rest on their sides once more with limbs tangled in warmth and comfort and something else that sends warmth to flood Ruki’s chest with the caresses of Uruha’s fingers burying gently inside the locks of his hair. It makes him secure his arms around Uruha’s waist, his fingers curling against the soft fabric of Uruha’s t-shirt with a slightly muffled enquire that halts the soothing caresses in his hair.

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

A silence filled between their non-existent space. With their bodies flushed against each other and their legs nothing but a tangle of drowsiness and familiarity that always made Uruha want to stay, there was simply no such thing as space or distance; there was no distance in their wants and desires that held nothing to any agreement they agreed to so long ago.

“Yeah,” Uruha’s lips met the warmth of Ruki’s forehead to leave a lingering kiss as his fingers picked back up to caress his vocalist’s hair affectionately. “I’ll be right here.”

Ruki refused to think any longer on the swell of warmth that took homage in the depths of his chest and fluttered beneath his heart, but those words coupled with the press of lips remaining at his forehead and the warmth he held on to was just enough to sooth him into slumber as the rays of the morning sun began to gradually peek through his sheer window curtains.

“Are you drunk?” Ruki’s husky voice asked on the other line, and Uruha bit briefly his lower lip...

Thu, 16 May 2013 09:26:00 -0400

“Are you drunk?” Ruki’s husky voice asked on the other line, and Uruha bit briefly his lower lip with a furrow of his eyebrows as silence filled between them.

Uruha didn’t know what stirred within to make him call anyone at this ungodly hour of the morning. It seemed like a good idea after being helped inside his apartment by Aoi before the guitarist left after making Uruha promise that he’d take care of himself. The silence of his home unnerved him when he knew he was so used to it and it did nothing to sooth the craving for a cigarette when he damn-well knew that he quit the one of many of his addictions.

“Kouyou?” Ruki called to him once more, sleep remaining evident in his tone, and Uruha smiled. Uruha was a lot of things. He was cheeky, blunt and sarcastic; tired, dizzy and hungry; needy- in love with the voice that called to him in concern with sleep heavily evident in its tone and drowning in what could possibly be—

“Yeah,” Uruha finally answered between a soft sigh as he passed his fingers through his blonde locks, his small smile tugging further at the corners of his lips as his brown eyes shut closed slowly. “Yeah, I’m drunk.”

—a craving to have the very man that chuckled on the other line by his side for the night as he curled slightly around a pillow that still smelled of the cologne that he could recall his vocalist wear often.

Hiatus

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 01:33:16 -0400

I’m sure some of you saw this coming one way or the other, mm?

Sadly to say, finals are here and due to being a visual arts major I have many, many projects, a 10-page paper to type for before May, and a drawing piece to work on in hopes that I will be able to publish it in an upcoming event that may be able to be bought if good enough. My plate is far too full and stress has already placed a bit of a block on my attempts to write. But my summer vacation is near, so I won’t be away from all of you for too long. I promise. Just until the 3rd of May.

Until then, I will try to write whenever I can and hopefully be able to place a bit on queue.However, I will be on twitter. So if you want to keep up with me - or even the tiniest bit interested - you can always find me there.

Thank you for understanding♡

They meet again on a cold Wednesday day on the beach, eyes guarded yet hearts open anew instantly,...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 00:14:17 -0400

They meet again on a cold Wednesday day on the beach, eyes guarded yet hearts open anew instantly, hands never getting over how to override the old routine of reaching, fingers itching to caress and lips - lips wanting to meet, taste, with arms that embrace…

And yet they stand at a distance. Uruha averts his gaze elsewhere and Ruki smiles ruefully, intending to adjust his winter scarf that he would have pointed out he could fix himself had Uruha not reached to do it for him. Ruki reeks of cigarettes and Uruha a tangled mess of a composition he can’t quite find the inspiration to place together, yet together as their gazes lock and their bodies draw closer they become an entity of something so much more than lost lyrics, a forgotten song and a broken love that just needs healing because it’s there - still there - right in the depths of their gazes, in the sigh of Uruha’s name tumbling from Ruki’s lips with hands that don’t prevent Uruha any further from stealing his full lips in a deep, lingering kiss and the the grip of their fingers that beg to let time stand still…

Still…

But time doesn’t, and the crashing of the waves returning back to shore no matter how much the tide pushes it away is what makes them part slowly, yet as they both part opposite ways Uruha couldn’t help but believe that they were no different like the sea that reaches for the beach’s shore for one last kiss before saying goodbye and returning regardless of the given tide.

It was a habit that would never die.

jfc, i cannot say just how much i respect you as a writer. it is so hard to find any good stories with uruki for they are not as popular as the other pairings and the fact that you sacrifice your time to write about them means a lot..

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 20:08:01 -0400

I honestly am completely speechless and at a lost for words besides becoming suddenly so teary (laughs) But it truly is a pleasure to write this pair and contribute as I can regardless of them being a pair that isn’t as popular .I love them and I love writing, and I love sharing my writing of them with all of you.

Thank you so, so much♡

Do you ever just read someone's work and just sigh with happiness because that's exactly what the ending of your last piece did to me. So wonderful, as always~

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 02:00:10 -0400

Come here, dear, you ( ; ; )♡♡♡

You are entirely too kind, dear and- Thank you so, so terribly much♡_________________ With opened...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 20:39:00 -0400

You are entirely too kind, dear and- Thank you so, so terribly much♡
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With opened cans of soda and shared packs of cigarettes, Kouyou and Takanori relax under a lamp post,blowing clouds of smoke upwards towards faint stars with snickers and song of Sweet Child o’ Mine - imitated sound of guitar riffs and all, and heavily accented English. Husky, loud, playful, with eyes shimmering with teenaged rebellion that spoke volumes that they just snuck out from home. Better yet, away from a cramped van of band mates and a certain one didn’t know how to stop snoring.

That van was their home, but now so was the dark sky, and the warmth they shared by Kouyou draping his jacket over Takanori’s shoulders while telling him to take care, and the indirect kiss that sends warmth to flush through Kouyou’s veins as he watches the small boy reach for his soda can and drink the remaining last bit without a trace of hesitation.

“What?” Takanori asked with an arched eyebrow, and Kouyou tells him it’s nothing. It really is nothing, but the warmth that lingers in his veins and surfaces along his skin tells him otherwise and he ignores it all the same.

Just like he does the way how their shoes s nearly touch toe-to-toe as they sit next to each other on the pavement sidewalk; counting stars and making wishes on them, only to have them crushed as Takanori points out that they are a billion years too late because the stars are dead and their light only remains.

“Mood-killing realist,” Kouyou mutters with a light glare, and Takanori simply smirks with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Cheesy dreamer,” Takanori retorts back, and their knees bump gently against one another with the smell of menthol lingering between them in comfortable silence as they declare this spot to be their spot - no one else’s, just theirs. They mark their name on the sidewalk with permanent marker Takanori has stashed in the pocket of his jeans.

To this very day their names remain marked. Worn and faded, but there nonetheless. It brings a grin to their lips each time they visit when not so busy with band activities and see for themselves if anything had changed underneath the streetlights and shadows of the night.

The streetlights were the first to witness their beginning journey of forever, and their fingers entwine and palms kiss in the darkness as they share menthol cigarettes and a bottle of soda while making wishes on dead stars together for happiness, and to remain just like this…

Forever.

“What did you get Uruha for White day?” It was a simple question, and yet it...

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 20:11:00 -0400

“What did you get Uruha for White day?”

It was a simple question, and yet it wasn’t at all. It stops Ruki from taking the last sip of his coffee and he arches slowly a single eyebrow at the small grin the dark guitarist flashes him, fingers still moving over the strings of his guitar and a opened box of chocolates settled at his side.

“What are you implying?” Ruki asks slowly, and it’s enough to make Aoi simply roll his eyes.

“What did you get him?” Aoi repeats with slight impatience, and Ruki glares lightly over the rim of his cup. There were always something teasing in the questions Aoi asked; while he still held on to that ridiculous grin, and the longer Ruki glared at it, the more he couldn’t help but voice his thought assumptions of what the other was silently implying.

” I’m not the…the woman in this relationship, if that’s what you’re saying—”

“I never said that.” Aoi’s grin widened in a shit-eating grin, crooked with uncontainable deviousness, and he smoothly sunk more into his seat while uncrossing his ankles and reaching to adjust his sunglasses and pop another piece of chocolate into his awaiting mouth. “That, my friend, came out of your mouth. Not mine.”

If there was any day Aoi managed to successfully stump the small man into not being able to grasp for a witty answer, today was the day and Aoi basked in it cheekily like the superstar that he was while enjoying the sight of a flushed red that stained Ruki’s cheeks and the murmur of “fuck off” that was tossed his way in a grumble.

You are amazingly talented.. ;A; Thank you so much for all of your beautiful fanfictions!

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 22:38:00 -0400

Aww, thank you so, so much, dear! Without you guys reading them, I surely wouldn’t be writing♡

Yeslord-we were not readyyyyyyy_________________________________________ Gaze intense, locks mused...

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 22:27:24 -0400

~~Yeslord-we were not readyyyyyyy~~
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Gaze intense, locks mused and damp, and eyes coated in pure seduction that wasn’t even needed, because Uruha’s stance, his hands, the lidding of his eyes as he tangled his fingers in his hair with the palms that pressed against his cheeks while looking directly at the camera was more than seductive enough, and…

Ruki was struck with the urge of having the pleasure of riding the fuck out of the very man that stood a good distance away from him.

Uruha looked as if he came directly from out of the shower and dressed into costume right afterwards without bothering to dry his hair - hair that Ruki’s fingers itched to tangle in while being kisses senselessly, pressed against the opposite well, or counter, or… - and he had the very nerve to look in Ruki’s direction with a slightly confused expression before smirking crookedly while tilting back his head to move aside his damp fringe from his eyeshadow-caked eyes.

Ruki knew he wouldn’t get very far in his wishes of riding the guitarist until they both were too exhausted to move another inch - he never did when Uruha had a knack for suddenly changing the tables around and it was Ruki that was pinned beneath Uruha with deep and hard thrusts, hands that slipped against his skin in a lost of control with lips that left deep love marks along his neck and shoulder in the process…

But that never stopped him from acting on those impulses later that night when he saw to it to go home with Uruha instead.

It seemed that Uruha had the same intentions as well, because his husky, lowly murmured request of “Come home with me” was more than enough of an invitation. It was an invitation Ruki could never pass up, and so he took it by leaving a promising kiss discretely against a spot along Uruha’s cheek blindly once turning his head and meeting the guitarist’s gaze with a small smirk and a nod of his head.

Takanori has morals. He really, really does. Though it may not seem like it with his cheek flushed...

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 20:35:41 -0400

Takanori has morals. He really, really does.

Though it may not seem like it with his cheek flushed against the surface of his desk, slacks and underwear pooled around his ankles and arse bare with his hands held behind his back and secured in place by a hand that belonged to the very person that was responsible for the moans he choked back and tried his very best to swallow around with each thrust that did nothing but send wave after wave of pleasure to spread through him that was hot - so fucking hot, he felt as if his very blood was lit aflame. Enjoying sex didn’t mean he lacked morals, of course. It was the person he was allowing to practically fuck him through his desk that made him question regularly if he had any morals left or not.

How many teachers allowed their student to fuck them, he wondered, without losing their job in the end, or having their chances in a proper career ruined later on that resulted in years-worth of university shoved down the garbage disposal to never be revived again? He could lose his job, for fuck’s sake. He was teetering on that verge every day he stepped through his classroom’s door and his eyes would lock glances with…

“Kouyou,” He gasped lowly under his breathe as each thrust became harder than the last, faster, deeper, and he was fighting a losing battle of muffling his moans by himself the further he felt himself be pushed towards a release he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep supporting himself through. And perhaps Kouyou knew as well, because with a pause he removed himself carefully - with care that shouldn’t still surprise Takanori at all, and yet it still does - and released Takanori’s wrists to to take a step back and turn the shorter around so that he could lift and settle Takanori over the desk; spreading his legs and taking a spot between them while sheathing himself once more inside his teacher with lidded eyes, parted kiss swollen lips that he allows Takanori to mute by taking his lips deeply between his own, and it’s bliss all over again. Pleasurably hot and tight bliss that urges Kouyou to thrust deeper than earlier, teetering on the very urge of nearly reaching his release, but makes sure to bring Takanori with him. If he was going to drown, they’d do it together while refusing Takanori the satisfaction of hiding his face.

“Sensei… Won’t you let me see you come for me?” Kouyou asks against Takanori’s lips in a breathless, husky murmur; fingers deeply stroking him relentlessly to near completion and thrusting harder to emphasis each word of his following murmur he whispers against Takanori’s ear soon afters.

“Won’t you come for me?”

And it’s all it takes to send Takanori tumbling over the edge of release that blanks his thoughts with seering white pleasure coursing through his veins and a near-violent shudder the further Kouyou pushes, and it isn’t long before Kouyou trembles against him with a groan he muffles by biting Takanori’s shoulder through the fabric of his shirt.

Uneven breaths filled between them and they met each other’s gazes when Takanori shifted slightly with a soft grunt, and it wasn’t until they both looked between them did they notice a stain of white warmth along a spot of Kouyou’s blazer. Chuckles rumbled from Takanori’s throat faster than he could prevent it, and soon he was having troubles containing his breathless laughter to the point of attempting to muffle them against the warmth of his student’s neck.

“Christ…” Kouyou sighed, resting his forehead against his teacher’s shoulder with a chuckle of his own and a flush of warmth could be felt spreading across his cheeks faintly the more he listened to Takanori mute his laughter against his neck. As they remained holding on to each other until they moved to clean themselves with a small box of tissues Takanori kept in his bag before righting their clothing, Kouyou couldn’t help but notice that this - this was the most intimate thing they’ve ever done. Even if it were just Takanori apologizing silently for getting cum on his blazer while wiping it off for him with a tissue with cheeks that were still flushed a faint red and eyes that still looked a bit lost in a daze of lingering pleasure that hummed through his body before his fingers were working to adjust his tie properly.

“You didn’t call on my birthday like you said you would.” Kouyou pointed out lowly while watching Takanori gather up the graded papers that fell from his desk prior to their activities.

“You failed to study for my test like I advised you to do.”

Kouyou rolled his eyes. “So I failed, huh…”

“I didn’t say that, either.” Takanori passed his fingers through his hair before placing on his glasses, rummaging through the sorted piles of papers in his bag in search of just one before turning on his heel to make his way towards the taller. Grasping the lapel of Kouyou’s uniform blazer he pulled until his student was leveled enough so that he could press his lips against Kouyou’s in a quick kiss. It was quick yet still deep enough to have Kouyou’s thought’s reeling briefly and plant the seed of want to capture those full lips once again for a deeper kiss…

“I’ll see you bright and early, Takashima.” Takanori murmured, slipping the test paper in Kouyou’s hand before turning his back to make his exit out of the empty classroom first and close the door gently behind him.

Takanori questioned himself once more on the ride home of whether or not did he have any morals in the back seat of the cab he waved down. He could still the flavor of Kouyou’s lips remaining on his own as he briefly licked them, and could still freshly remember the way how Kouyou feels between his legs.

But what he would have wanted to remember was the look of surprise when Kouyou would turn over his test paper to see written words of “Happy birthday, Kouyou. Don’t eat too much cake” on the back with a drawn smiley face and poorly drawn balloons surrounding it with a mention to study harder, because Takanori knew Kouyou could do better - so much better. He could see it in the gradual improvement of his previous grades…

That thought alone was enough to rouse an instant smile to spread across his lips as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.

I honestly felt my heart being wrenched out by that anxiety attack drabble, goodness, you are such a genius with words. Nuzzles

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 16:38:39 -0400

Why is tumblr not notifying me of messages right away?

ghjnenwhijewui But thank you so much, dear! I honestly don’t think of myself as that, but ( ; v ; ) Ugh, come here~♡ -hugs-

__________________ Ruki should have known his anxiety was nearing a full-blown 10 on a scale of 1...

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 15:09:28 -0500

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Ruki should have known his anxiety was nearing a full-blown 10 on a scale of 1 to 10. He knew it in the way he couldn’t quite catch his breath, the way his pulse bean to race and how the palms of his hands grew sweaty. There was sudden news of his parents coming to visit him, the planning of a live weighing heavily on his shoulders, and yet he remained standing in the middle of his living room in a shirt that did not belong to him. There were love marks staining close to the base of his neck, the inner-side of his thighs and a bite bark close to his shoulder and he still looked as if he had been fucked thoroughly into the mattress of his bed during the early hours of the morning.

How do you explain this without being as blunt as ‘I enjoy getting fucked’?

‘I enjoy getting fucked by my friend.’

‘I enjoy being fucked by my friend that is currently my boyfriend of officially almost a year and some months.’

“Fuck,” Ruki breathes in a near husky wheeze, and he can’t quiet breathe that out properly, and the breathing exercises he’s been instructed to go through is utterly forgotten as soon as he notices that the call has ended.

The call of his name is nothing more but a muffle, drowned out by his raising pulse, but hands grasp him by his shoulders and he’s met with worried eyes, full lips that form around his name so beautifully, and he just can’t fucking breathe until hands cup his cheeks to meet brown eyes before his face his pressed gently into a chest and arms secure around him in a tight embrace.

Uruha’s voice, husky and low and asking off the wall questions to distract him close to his ear, is what makes Ruki gradually relax bit by bit and eases the tense of his frame.

With a kiss pressed against his temple lingering-

A husky murmur of his name that tells Ruki to just breathe-

Ruki does, and that’s all he could ever need to find solid grounding again while remaining in the arms of his guitarist.

__________________ Sometimes they don’t say the right thing at the right time, and sometimes...

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 01:02:05 -0500

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Sometimes they don’t say the right thing at the right time, and sometimes they say the exact thing that jump-starts their hearts to pulse faster with such warmth filling their chest. They make nothing out of something and neither one of them are willing to back down because they’re both stubborn men at heart, but the “fuck you”s and light shoves while pressing buttons that would surely set one of them off completely is all worth it if it means that they both could drown in the hard kisses they share that’s full of anger and passion and-

And they swear it will drive them crazy. The lust, the need, the cravings; the glances, the brush of a fingertip tracing the inner side of Uruha’s wrist that seals unspoken words with a lingering kiss before their fingers entwine…

Sometimes it’s too much, because there’s something about the way that little snort in Ruki’s laughter when he finds something terribly funny that makes him grin ridiculously with chuckles of amusement. His sleepy smiles and their aimless conversations that are only shared on the couch, at the kitchen table and between the warmth of the covers on the bed are enough to gear up thoughts that he could spend forever like this. He could spend his forever with Ruki going to sleep and waking up to that very same smile that greeted him when they slept together. He could go through meaningless arguments and whisper his apologies in the heated moment of make-up sex just as long as he knew that when all was said and done, Ruki would still be looking at him and only him, and his hand was the only hand he ever grasped for while looking at him with a gaze that nearly makes Uruha ask Ruki to spend his forever with him.

He’s thought about it so many times, and yet he could never quiet remove the small, velvet ring box that he keeps hidden in the top drawer of his nightstand as he presses his lips against the forehead of his slumbering vocalist.

i'm in love w/ you ;^;

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 21:55:22 -0500

Oh my…

You certainly can’t be, mm?

You. are. AMAZING. And such a good person for writing all my prompts so far. I love you <3

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 21:24:15 -0500

You’re very, very welcome, dear! It is always a pleasure♡

YOU'RE BACK ASSAJFJLFJDJKFKJE BREAKS OUT INTO RANDOM STREET PARTY GETS DRUNK LIGHTS UP FIREWORKS

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 19:57:04 -0500

Omg teuorheuoeuo I am! May I partake in this celebration? (laughs)

________________________________ When Ruki finds inspiration to paint again, Uruha has come to...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 18:56:47 -0500

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When Ruki finds inspiration to paint again, Uruha has come to notice the lack of button-down shirts he usually keeps stored in the back of his closet and the faint stains of charcoal on them when he does find them in their shared clothes bin when it comes time to wash laundry. He stumbles across water paint sets and canvases that slow, but gradually, cluster the spare guest room, and wakes up to find an empty space that once contained the body of warmth he craved to pull close against him so he could bury his face against the crook of a neck and just breathe.

But his breath is taken away silently due to the sight of Ruki seated in front of a medium sized canvas that’s neatly positioned atop of an easel some distance away from the bed; dressed only in Uruha’s button-down shirt and fingertips stained black of charcoal with sleep still apparent in his brown eyes that never parts from what he draws on the canvas. He was a mess of mused hair, faint love marks that were gradually fading with each passing day, but they stood out beautifully against his pale skin with the early morning’s sun playing in the locks of his dyed brown locks that were in need of a bit of a trim.

Uruha isn’t sure how long he gazes at Ruki, but once Ruki’s eyes look his way with a warm smile and coffee brown eyes that greeted him with ‘good morning’, he couldn’t help but think there simply wasn’t anything more beautiful than masterpiece that looked back at him and wiggled fingers that were stained black of charcoal in his direction.

There were lips pressing against Uruha’s neck that stirred him from his dreamless slumber with...

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 21:46:00 -0500

There were lips pressing against Uruha’s neck that stirred him from his dreamless slumber with low hums, kisses that grew deeper bit by bit, and it was then did he become aware of his muscles protesting as he shifted in his spot on the living room floor and the warmth atop of him that called his name in a low, husky murmur the further those lips lowered.

Uruha nearly grunted in protest groggily as his eyes closed, yet the corner of his lips quirked with the automatic spread of a smile at the sound of brief, muffled laughter rumbling softly against his chest. He was exhausted, his stomach felt empty and there was simply no way he could even move to meet the advances of the small man of a minx that rested atop of him with devious morning kisses that played dangerously with the idea of trailing even lower.

Uruha needed a shower, food and Ruki to stop taking amusement in the way his body reacted to his lips.

“I’m exhausted.” Uruha sighed sleepily between answering to numerous brief kisses that moved to land against his parted lips as hands cupped his cheeks gently, cracking his eyes open gradually to admire the beautiful mess of rosey cheeks, mused locks, and love bites stained across pale skin that looked back at him with greetings of ‘good morning’ pooled in the depths of coffee brown eyes free of coloured contacts and smokey, seductive makeup.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” Uruha murmured, and Ruki simply grinned impishly while shifting atop of the guitarist and reaching blindly for the coverlet that had been used as their cover of warmth to hide beneath, it enough to cover his bare shoulders that trembled softly with a momentary shiver before pressing a deep kiss just along a spot of Uruha’s jawline with whispered words that would have gone unheard if Uruha hadn’t been listening closely.

“I can’t be, because I need you.”

But he heard it. He heard it as clear as day. His arms shifted to hold Ruki in a tight embrace - full of strength, devoid of stated exhaustion because this was as close as an “I love you” Ruki has ever told him without any type of slight prodding - in his attempt to hold on to the vocalist’s moment of a slip up, no matter how purposeful or unintentional it was, because it’s absolutely rare to hear no matter how many times he sees and feels it.

“I need you, too, Taka.”

Because Uruha needs Ruki just as much.

I don't know how you do this, but you always write EXACTLY what I have in my head when I leave a prompt in your ask box.

Sat, 02 Feb 2013 19:26:37 -0500

Really? (laughs) Perhaps I’m a mind-reader, mm? -grins- I’m kidding, but perhaps I have a lucky imagination for guessing what you have in mind?♡