Genre: Angst, romance
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha, mentioned Aoi/Ruki
Disclaimer: Real people, real circumstances, fake stories.
Summary: It was a never ending game of chase, of hide and seek, and yet Uruha could never break that cycle of almost letting Aoi catch him, simply because it was easier that way.
Comment: This fic was the product of a few private RPs with fatalblissy. She's the one who came up with Uruha's brilliant lines. *proud* Bb you are so amazing for inspiring me and thus, I shall dedicate this one for you. ♥ The summary actually came from one my works (Clockwork). :3
His hands pulled on the blanket pooling on his hips, as he refused to let his gaze fall to anywhere besides the thick gray curtains on the window across the room. Absently, Aoi took a drag of his cigarette that had already made a mess of the hotel bed, with its ashes falling on the off-white sheets, sullying it even more alongside the evidence of his unfaithfulness. He sighed and let himself swim in the happier thoughts in his head, all the while suffocating with the odor of smoke as he waited for Uruha to get dressed.
The blond continued to fix the elaborate belt he’d chosen to wear today, cursing a little bit in his mind for needing to stay in this room for longer than he wanted to. “So how’s everything with Ruki?” he asked suddenly, nonchalantly, and Uruha cursed himself inwardly again for his inability to keep silent for just a couple of minutes.
“Okay,” came the blunt, unenthusiastic reply; both men occupied with the trivial things they do to avert their attention from the things they did earlier.
It was always like this – everything starting with a short, simple call and Aoi’s seemingly innocent request of hanging out when his boyfriend wasn’t around. It wasn’t that every time that called was answered, this happened; Uruha and Aoi did have control over themselves. What they did not have any control over were the things they felt, making this all the more wrong. It was actually okay for Uruha to go fucking anybody he wished to fuck, go loving anybody he wished to love, but Aoi had Ruki. With each time that they finished Uruha always reminded Aoi of the small body he’d have to go home to after their rendezvous, because whenever that phone call was made, it seems that Ruki was never included in the equation.
Uruha could laugh at Aoi’s greediness… or his lack of courage to do anything about what he truly wants. And he could laugh at himself too for feeding whatever shit Aoi had going on and for enduring everything for this stupid, old man.
Once the belt had been fixed he immediately reached for the door, not even looking back at the man who he just had sex (made love?) with. “I need to go now… and you should go too. Ruki might already be waiting for you.” He could laugh at how hurt he must’ve sounded back there as well.
The next thing he knew, he already had hands wrapping on his waist, pulling him back, and a forehead pressed on his shoulder. Uruha sighed.
“Uruha, you know you’re the only one that I—”
“You what? Fuck when Ruki’s not around?” He smiled to himself. That was a pretty good comeback.
“No!” Aoi shouted against his back, and Uruha could feel the other’s lips tremble. “Fuck it, what do I have to say to make you believe you’re the one who really matters?”
“Nothing,” he sighed silently, gently removing the older’s arms from his waist. “If you want to make me believe, then leave Ruki.” And it really was as simple as that.
A moment of silence passed and Uruha continued heading for the door. “Uruha, you know I can’t. I can’t leave him just yet but… you know you…” There was a sudden hitch in Aoi’s voice and the blond paused. “Uruha. I love you.”
Uruha smirked. He knew that already, and he understood, he really did. But he continued for the exit anyway until he felt Aoi’s hands on him again, with the grip on his waist tightened, and he winced a little.
“You’re so clingy,” he said with a laugh, letting the older to hold him like that for just a little while more.
“But if I let you go, you might not come back anymore.”
“What’s the point? You’re gonna run after me again anyway.”
Uruha heard Aoi hold his breath again. “And I won’t tire of running after you, but I’m afraid that you might slip away from me completely…” And the blond could feel wetness on the cloth of his shirt. He sighed again and turned back; Aoi’s hand finally losing its grasp on him.
“I won’t,” he said defeatedly, rolling his eyes as he wiped the tears from Aoi’s face. “You’re too stubborn.” Uruha smiled as Aoi did and cupped his cheek more firmly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he continued, and then leaned in to place a kiss on the older’s lips. With Aoi finally calmed down he started to step away and turn back.
Uruha left the room with a hopeful smile, wondering when the next round will be.