Memories -3- (original) (raw)
Title: Memory
Author: Lasciviusly
Chapters: 3/?
Disclaimer: Do not own these men sadly.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama/Romance
Warnings: Mentioned sex, mental illness, violence.
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Uruha, Reita/Ruki
Summary: Please don't forget me... Please be real...
Kouyou sighed; stepping out as the doctor quickly closed the door behind him and on Yuu’s screams. His shoulders sagged and feet dragged, as he looked back, hand touching the door. “He’s not getting better is he?”
“I’m so sorry, Shiroyama-san. But no. We’re trying everything.”
Kouyou didn’t look at the doctor. He took a deep breath and nodded, willing himself to be strong.
“I’ll be back tomorrow. Please tell him I love him. I didn’t get to tell him before it happened.”
“Of course. I promise we’re trying our best.”
“Thank you.”
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“Kouyou? Akira is here.”
Yuu leaned against the doorframe to their bedroom, eyes anxious. “Are you feeling any better? Should I tell him to go?”
The blonde man didn’t answer, sighing and curling up further into his sheets, wanting to just sleep. Any chances of that the previous night had been destroyed. Yuu had been in one of his fits well into the morning. Kouyou sighed, grateful when Yuu kissed his forehead and quietly closed the door to leave him in peace.
“I’m sorry he’s sleeping. He hasn’t been feeling good today. He said he didn’t sleep well last night.” Yuu sighed as he walked back out to Akira, eyes anxious. He ran a hand through his hair and went to the fridge, grabbing two beers and offering one to Akira. “Here. Want to wait a little? He’s slept all day so I imagine he’ll be up soon.”
“Thanks.” Akira murmured, voice and eyes low as he took a swig. He was torn, chewing on his lip.
“Has he talked to you about it at all? He’s not seemed himself lately…like he’s just…tired of everything if you know what I mean. I don’t understand what’s wrong. But he won’t tell me. He just smiles and changes the subject.” Yuu sighed, sitting down at the table. Akira sat beside him, knowing Kouyou would kill him for speaking about it.
“I don’t think I should be the one to tell you.”
“Please, Akira. I’m scared for him. He’s been getting the bruises and cuts and I just…I want him to be safe again. But he won’t tell me anything.”
Akira looked towards the bedroom, chewing on his lip before sighing and nodding.
“Stay seated. You probably won’t take this well.”
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“Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Because you were happy! I need that happy you!”
“I could have gone for help! I won’t hurt you anymore, Kouyou. I’m going to talk to someone.”
“No!”
“I’m going do you hear me?!”
“What if they take you away from me?!”
“What if I hurt you worse next time? Don’t stop me.”
The door slammed shut.
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Kouyou stayed in the bathroom, curled up naked at the bottom of the shower. He didn’t have the desire to pick himself up from the wet floor, eyes miserable and shivering slightly. The door was locked, insuring him privacy from Yuu’s prying concern. He just wanted to be held, but he was afraid that Yuu would leave him. So he staid curled up, shaking harder from a draft. He felt abandoned almost with nowhere to go. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to take a deep breath before standing, wrapping a towel around his slender waist and unlocked the door. He stared vacantly in the mirror for a moment before leaving the room, gasping in surprise and eyes widening as Yuu was suddenly in front of him. He lost understanding for what happened immediately next though he suddenly realized he was pressed into the wall, Yuu’s lips almost desperate against his but loving. With a soft moan, heart throbbing, he pressed into Yuu, letting him push the towel down and lift him slightly. Moving with him, he quickly curled his legs around his waist, head falling back with a small thud as he kissed and sucked down his neck. He was in ecstasy. His Yuu still loved him.
It didn’t take long for him to shudder and moan, haphazardly pushing his shirt off, whining softly as he found difficulty with his pants. He was breathing unevenly and raggedly, air hitching occasionally and bruised lips parted. All he could see or feel was Yuu.
He felt air around him then the soft warmth of their bed, moaning and writhing slightly as Yuu grinded into him. He loosened his legs enough to push his pants off, relieved to feel their skin fully together and even further lustful and desperate. With a loud moan, he felt Yuu press into him. He didn’t care of the pain. All he needed and wanted then was Yuu. The air was filled with moans and heavy breathing, the gentle slap and suck of skin as they moved closer and closer to the edge before finally breaking over it.
He was in heaven.
“I love you.”
“I love you too so much.”
“Promise you won’t leave me?”
“I promise.”