The distinct feeling of sweat ran along his knuckles but it's just the way the glass is perspiring in his palm. He's awkward and uncertain but fifteen years worth of faking it and smiling through hazy eyes is convincing everyone but himself that he's just fine. Uruha stares at him from across the room as reita walks within his general orbit and he reconsiders heading back to that rusty old civic to head back home.

"I didn't think you'd come."

"I didn't either."

There's a long pause and Reita looks as if he wants to say something but Ruki knows that time has long since passed so he does what he does best, cope. "She looks good on you." Reita's smile is genuine yet at the same time there is guilt stitched within every seam. Ruki means it because she's what he needs, stability. He reaches outwards to gently press his palm over the top of Reita's knuckles, recapturing still images that had long since been tucked away in canisters and buried away. There's nothing left to say but he smiles when he walks away and she's replacing his foot prints.

We fell in love here but they tore it down.

hotarubi

"Yeah, I'm fine."

 He's not buying it. The bag crinkles as he retrieves two aluminum cans, pushing one into Ruki's hand and Reita's treating the beer in his palm like it's god's gift to the world before pulling the tab on the one still clutched between his fingers."We've got two days to do nothing so I'm going to hibernate."

"Do what you want, if you decide I'm worth your time come see me."

 "What do you want us to do? Something cliche like go to the movies or runaway until we find a place where the road ends." It's disgusting how cynical he sounds, almost painfully humorous at how upset Ruki is as he tries to off set the way every word rushes over him. But despite it all he can't help but try to ignore it by tearing at the cellophane clutched in-between his hands to retrieve a cigarette.

"You figure it out."

 There's a moment of silent consideration as Ruki walks off before the lighter finds it's way towards his cigarette, igniting the cylinder and slowly dying off under the pressure of his thumb. He's a few measured footsteps behind Ruki and he's not saying a word as Ruki stares into the reflected image of his face. A few minutes pass where they simply listen to the sound of their own breathing and the lack of noise is so deafeningly quiet that Reita swears he can hear Ruki thinking. When Ruki finally turns around he watches the lazy trails of smoke catch in the open air, leaving phantom copies of long lost ghosts between them before the ash settles at his feet.

Reita knows that Ruki can hear the sound of him destroying everything.

 A hand reaches outwards to stitch it's way beneath Ruki's jaw, tenderly curling them beneath his chin, and putting more meaning than necessary into the gesture.The cigarette falls somewhere near Reita's side as he pushes forward to tenderly press his nose against Ruki's temple and turning so he can kiss at the seam of Ruki's lips before glancing at him through the corner of his eyes. "You already understood what you were getting into."

Reita was never going to apologize for fucking Uruha. He'd already understood the train wreck he was walking into and Ruki wasn't going to act like an injured victim because he understood the dynamics at which Reita worked. 

He could hear the near rattle of plastic blades over head, the sound faintly similar to that of a swarm of killer bees, as the noise vibrated off the sickly yellow blinds and stuck to the air. The collective noise of loose garbage and lulled breathing the default soundtrack to a life that revolved around countless road ways and pit stop romances. He was dipping in and out of conscious for a majority of an hour. There was nothing more than a millimeter’s worth of space to separate him from the bus’s wall and an estimate of fourteen inches across from the lip of the bunk bed carved into the bus. It was like living in a cardboard box and fucking in a tin can.

There was always the couch which he was sure had its own share of PDA’s but he was quite certain it was better to have slept with a toilet seat. Sleeping in a farm of unfertilized babies wasn’t quite his forte.

The soft hum of the over head compartment had almost lulled him to sleep until he felt something trickle up his leg, scratching through a pinhole in his jeans and stopping at his waist. The palm of his hand quickly stretched outwards to bomb rush across the top of something that felt like the equivalent of a peach or a pre-pubescent twelve year old. He didn’t even need to ask who it was because it would only take an idiot to bother someone who was nearly running on empty.

“What the fuck do you want, there’s only enough room for one occupant and the last time I checked I didn’t hand out an invite?” He could feel Toshiya smile more than see it and it made him want to rip his face off and sell it off as a mask to some mental tranny.

“I’m horny.”

“So go fuck your hand or fuck kaoru’s hand and tell him you put gel in his palm as a prank before tickling his nose so he gets it all over himself.”

Toshiya snorted and the air broke out over his lower stomach like a soft lapse of ocean waves until it snuffed out and imprinted itself into his pelvic bone. If he honestly thought playing coy and delving into foreplay was going to get him aroused he was sorely mistaken. He wanted to sleep and even if he had felt like getting off he wanted to be in an out of there like an unexpected teen pregnancy.

“Come on I’m really horny and watching you sleep is sort of dirty because you look tempting.”

“Remind me to never let you near my body when I go into a coma so that you can use me as your own personal blow up doll.” He rolled onto his side while making certain to jerk his elbow so that it deliberately hit Toshiya where ever he happened to be before trying to block him out by nearly swallowing himself into his blanket. The soft weight that had enveloped him had been tugged downwards and he would have punched Toshiya in the face if he hadn’t realized that he’d be stuck under the dead weight as soon as he’d knocked him out.

Kyo just wanted to go to sleep and hold onto any spare time he had for himself to fall into a moderate hibernation but if he wanted Toshiya to peel his annoying existence away from his breathing space he had to compromise. The tips of his fingers brushed over the material of Toshiya’s pants, scraping against the material that over lapped every inch of his lower body before delving deeper to press between his legs. An automatic dip of weight settled against his chest as a shaky exhale slipped between Toshiya’s teeth to fall against the side of his temple. He couldn’t help the grin from gradually smearing the edge of his lips as he felt Toshiya dip his head against his own, the tip of his nose rubbing against his cheek as his fingers delved beneath the surface to scratch against flesh.

“Don’t get a concussion.”

“W-what?” He hadn’t given Toshiya enough time to detach himself from the thin veil of pleasure before he pushed him out of the bunk to fall into a scattered heap of limbs. The fall must have felt as if he fell off a second story building and he couldn’t help snort before turning over to gradually allow himself to fall between the cracks of consciousness.

Till the breaking of bones and the crushing of heavy hearted breaths I’ll somehow make it to you. I’d like to think you’d swim the Atlantic for me but it’s just wishful thinking from a bitter romantic who hardly knows your name. Say you’ll keep me even if it hurts. Say anything so long as it’s not the transcending of wistful poems that are best kept for rainy days when the trudging of storms wash away the cities we’ve built. War torn metropolis amongst a desolate jungle of concrete rubble and graffiti heaven.

Could hear the inner mechanics of this time heart clock begin to crumble as the near resounding exhale of breath kept me from falling over the deep end.

“Maybe you shouldn‘t be with me.”

Swim till you drown.

“I know but I still find myself reaching out for you.”

Jump till you break.

“I‘m always going to be here.”

Know that we fall down.

Sad smile to match the way we were feeling and even if they hadn’t/couldn’t understand the things we were going through we knew enough. You’ll keep on breathing and I’ll keep on believing that somehow all of this wasn’t fake, it wasn’t intentional and we just couldn’t get our hearts straight.

From my head down to my toes I wanted to believed that you could truly feel(love) for me.

Fingers nearly tearing along scalp in a rough brush of lacquered nails and metal rings; pearls transcending into a faint rhythm of tiny clicks as they had been pressed against bare flesh and used as a means of bringing Black Mamba that much closer. Heated moans swallowed up by vicious lips that had given way to the name that lay abundant in the underground drug scene of any cruising junkie who had been on the ready to purchase any small/large dosage of coke. Manicured nails nearly digging into upper bicep as he continued to watch Aki drop and rise in his lap, blunt edgings of fingers digging into a thigh before rearing up at an angle where he swore he could feel the first in a set of dozens of convulsing shudders.

“Harder.”

Words pressed against the permanent ink etched into the hallow of his throat and against his collarbone before palms soothed over hips to roughly pushed the ever lustrous Black Mamba down. Lower pelvis rocketing upwards to meet every downwards pull before hips rotated counterclockwise and fell into a steady motion of rough fucks.

Appointment temporarily forgotten the minute nails dragged upwards along his chest. 



(Jackal&Black Mamba)

 Title - just a little less conceited & a tad more endearing
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - PG-13
Warnings - none
Pairings - Kyo x Ruki
Disclaimers - Don't own the persons involved nor do I get financial gain out of this. 
AN: Written for hyouryuu_wa after she had requested this pairing from a writing meme I put up with the bands/pairings I was willing to write and luckily enough she picked one of my favorites.  

Warnings: cynicism, mild language & some sexual innuendos
A/N: A request on behalf of cloudiestrife  after I had commented on her artwork involving vampire Ruki, I thought I'd give it a shot & I wanted to make something that was different from the usual vampire genre. I hope it meets your standards as I haven't written much involving AU.

one (uncontinued)

Title: We come in packs
Author: aliensex_fiend
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki, Ruki/Reita
Rating: R just to be safe
Summary: Two Reita's are better than one.
Set and prompt number: # 8 surprise for 10_dates
Warnings: sexual undertones & humor
A/N: I blame this partially on my friend when we talked about how our Reita muses should get together to sexuall frustrate/harass Ruki. 

oneshot


Title: We're nothing but commericial
Author: aliensex_fiend
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Rating: PG
Summary: read it.
Set and prompt number: # 3 school for 10_dates
Warnings: mild angst

oneshot


Title: firsts
Author: aliensex_fiend
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Rating: PG13
Summary: Firsts. go read it!
Set and prompt number: # 1. First  for 10_dates
Warnings: implied sex, very mild language and utter fluff.

Title - The Otaku
Chapters- ongoing
Author - aliensex_fiend
Genre- Romantic Comedy, Drama
Pairings - ReitaxRuki
Rating - currently PG-13 for language
Warnings - none
Disclaimers - I don't own/profit from this work and I in no way own Gazette despite my greatest wishes too. 
Synopsis: 
Reita has lived a bland life of normality as a stock/cashier boy for a boss who he’s convinced has a double life as a yakuza pin; the not so Cinderella story of a full fledge otaku(nerd) who is helped along the way by his friends in order to finally get the nerve to admitting his feelings for a long time crush and become the man he has the potential to be. However no ugly duckling story can go without a few little mishaps along the way, hopefully Reita will be able to pull himself together before he misses out in his chance to tell Ruki how he feels. 

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

Title - Jealousy Issues
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - language, sex
Pairings - ReitaxRuki
Disclaimers - I don't own Gazette.
A/N: This stemmed out of playing Guitar Hero, because really the game is addicting, and it seemed like one of those things Reita would enjoy to play for hours on end. Even at the expense of sex with his beloved vocalist. I really haven't written smut either so it's something fun since The Otaku is going to be a long way from ever becoming NC-17.

oneshot

Title - Peace
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - G
Warnings - none. Fluff.
Pairings - ReitaxRuki but you can interpret it as your own choice.
Disclaimers - I dont own them no matter much much I wish I had.
A/N: This originally came out of a sample prompt for an application and I thought it was cute so I decided to post it here. C&C appreciated because I love input as well as comments, this makes up for my lack of fiction as of late and an in-between from the fic I owe. If you happen to read this please join Ugly Pink Machine! I'd appreciate it, hopefully my Ruki application will be accepted.

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Title - The Wedding Planner
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - PG
Warnings - none, romantic comedy, drama
Pairings - ReitaxRuki(main), AoixUruha, MiyavixKai, temporary ReitaxOFC
Sypnosis - Ruki is a successful wedding planner in Manhattan but after life decides to take a drastic change for the better he meets a mysterious man at a client’s wedding party. Love, friendship and self doubt will be tested as he tries to figure out what he truly wants and if finally taking that step away from the isle will be worth it.
Disclaimers - I don't own them no matter how desperately I wish to.

one

Title - He wrote the manual on how to be charming
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - PG-13(Just to be safe)
Warnings - Reita's obvious overactive imagination.
Pairings - ReitaxRuki
Disclaimers - I don't own Gazette despite my best wishes to.
A/N: A little something dedicated to my Reita mun who succesfully manages to whip my butt into shape when it comes to trying to pump out chapters of fanfiction. 

oneshot

Title - It sounds like wedding bells and cynical vows
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - PG
Warnings - none
Pairings - ReitaxRuki
Disclaimers - Don't own any legal rights to the Gazette.

oneshot

title - 136 ways to say I love you
author - aliensex_fiend
rating - G
warnings - none
pairing - reitaxuruha
disclaimers - don't own them.

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Nightmare

Title -Collective Memories and Two Tone Baskets
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - PG
Warnings - complete and utter fluff
Pairing - YomixHitsugi
Band - Nightmare
Disclaimers - Don't own them they own themselves.

drabble

title - iced tea&cigarettes
author - aliensex_fiend
rating - PG-13
warnings - none. fluff and innuendos
pairings - YomixHitsugi
Band - Nightmare
Disclaimers - don't own them.

chapter 1 chapter 2 





KuRt

title - New York Hype! Storm Patrol on Rye
author - aliensex_fiend
rating - PG
warnings - none.
pairings - tentenxsaburo
band - KuRt
disclaimers - don't own them. 

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Cross overs

Title -  Runaway Subway
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating -  PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings - Vulgar language, violence, drug abuse, prostitution, sex, murder
Pairings -  Various, KiyoharuxGara, KiyoharuxTen Ten, ReitaxRuki, NeroxGara, AoixUruha
Bands: Gazette, Merry, Kiyoharu, Ten Ten( of Kurt)
Disclaimers - I don't own any of them, it's fictional and I don't make any money though I wish I could.
A/N: First Chapter is short since it's a prologue but I sweart it will get longer and make more sense as it goes along.

Chapter 1

Kiyoharu

Kyo

Kiyoharu

Kyo

Kiyoharu

Ruki

Kiyoharu

Kyo

J

Kiyoharu

other
all hope abandon, ye who enter here
muse application: Kyo
game: regne sauvage
genre: yakuza

 

Distant snap of a camera reel that was nearly accentuated by a temporary flash of stardust, flooding the slightly dim room where they had come to secluding themselves amongst a hidden valley of dips and plains. Blankets nestled safely under their arms and head while the pillows lay strewn amongst a forgotten land field of magazines/discarded wrappers/empty bottles.

Life stream filtering in the form of blotched spots and blurry images.

“Did you know that from this angle you look like you‘re crossing your eyes?” Voice coming slightly from his right as the Polaroid sheet was put within eye view before being turned over and he was watching Uruha scribble a few words onto the still portrait.

“You always take the worst possible pictures of me. I look stupid.”

“Don‘t complain because you damn well know you were sculpted that way.”

Snickering fleeting into a long drawl of amusement before Reita was pushing his weight onto his shoulder in a means of launching himself upwards and placing the slightest amount of momentum in order to make Uruha fall forward. Saved only by the scatter of linen sheets and distant blue skies as he continued to snap pictures; Reita decided he was being rather annoying and just opted on showing his disinterest with none to gentle hand gestures. Playful shoves turning into light pushes while the snapping deteriorated and he was just left with the distinct pressure of a palm against his chest. Lioness smiling above him until those vibrating clicks faded into leisure kisses that seemed to rival those warm breaths of midmorning winds.

Loud snap echoing throughout the tiny apartment and for a moment it felt as if those kisses had been nothing more than an optical illusion, so much so like those bright white splotches.

“I like you better from this angle.” He could hear the smile in his voice as those fingers scribbled something quickly on the back of the slightly emerging image and Reita couldn’t help grinning in return. Bold black letters standing out.

Moment where I captured your heart. Love suits you.