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Fic: Happy Accident [Kai X Uruha, NC-17]

Title: Happy Accident
Chapter: One-shot
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, smut
Warning: Male/male sex, involving hair-pulling
Pairing: Kai X Uruha
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Sometimes, when you're really, really worked up going into sex, you end up making hot discoveries by accident.
Comments: So in the GazettE 10th anniversary post on the uruai community, there was a lot of ooohing and ahhing about Uruha's lovely new hairstyle – IMHO, the best look he's had in eons – and speculation about Kai pulling said lovely hair during sex. Someone said they wanted to see fic. I just had to take the ball and run with it.

There was just something in the air during rehearsals that night. Maybe it was because this was the most momentous live they'd had since Tokyo Dome – after all, it was celebrating a decade of being a band. Maybe it was because they hadn't fully cooled down from Omega, and they still had the fire of live performing, of sharing a moment with an audience, in their blood.

Whatever it was, it was quite obvious that emotions were intense. Aoi was performing athletic maneuvers that could land him a spot on the Japanese gymnastics team. Ruki was being even more of a pervert than usual, grabbing everyone that was available for fanservice. (It was only Kai's constantly-flying drumsticks that kept him from being molested as well. Getting near him when he was in full performance mode was like getting near the propellers of an airplane).

And then, there was the heat that flared between Kai and Uruha every time they caught each other's eye. Just a glance across the room, mind you, but it was a meaningful one, their eyes locking and holding in the middle one of Uruha's solos, Uruha wandering over to the drum riser during one of Ruki's emcees. The air was heavy with promise, with just-wait-until-we're-done.

Too bad this was just a rehearsal. If it were an actual live, the audience would definitely be getting a fanservice-y treat.

When they were finally done, Kai headed right for the backstage shower. He needed it. He felt like he'd run a marathon, but in the best possible way. Times like this made him very glad he had chosen the instrument he did, because he felt the all-over body glow of an athlete who had just hit the peak of his performance, a sensation of satisfaction on both mental and physical levels.

There was still one thing that wasn't satisfied, though. As he washed, his mind kept calling up pictures of Uruha as he'd looked on stage, playing his guitar with abandon, casting sultry glances around, and tossing that exquisite new hairstyle he'd been given for the occasion. Dear God, the man was beautiful. And he still made Kai feel like a hormonal teenager with his first crush, even though they'd been a couple for awhile now.

He started to run a hand down his body, caressing himself, anticipating what was going to happen when the two of them got home . . . when he heard the shower room door open, and a very familiar voice humming. There was the sound of the water being turned on in another stall.

“Uruha?” Kai called.

“Yes?” This was accompanied by the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor. And now, Kai's mind was filled with an image of Uruha's very naked body, still glistening with sweat from the intense rehearsal. Why, hello there, testosterone. Nice to see a major surge of you all of a sudden.

“Want company?” The words were out of his mouth before Kai had time to think about them. He usually wasn't the suave type – in fact, when that sort of thing happened, it was usually by fortunate accident.

“Not now,” Uruha said. Was that a bit of a teasing lilt to his voice? “We want to save something for when we get home, don't we?”

If Uruha kept that up, Kai might not make it home. He very well could explode on the spot. Now, that would be a hell of a way to celebrate a band's tenth anniversary, wouldn't it? Having their drummer become the world's first true case of spontaneous human combustion? It would get them on the international news, at least – though PSC wouldn't be happy about the cleanup bill.

“What do you have planned for when we get home?” Kai said, reaching for the shampoo. He'd wash his hair slowly, and deliberately – anything to distract himself from the mental image of water pouring over that delicious body, Uruha's soap-covered hands moving over his own skin . . .

“That depends on what you have planned,” Uruha said.

Kai reached for the temperature control and turned it all the way to cold. It was the only way he was getting out of this place alive.
* * *
Somehow, he survived the drive to his place (though the sound of Uruha's voice was like hot, melted butter on his ears the whole time – which just made his insides feel like popcorn in the microwave). He also survived the parking and the ride up in the elevator (was it just him, or was it set to extra-slow tonight?).

As soon as the apartment door was closed behind them, though, they were on each other like fighters at the opening bell. They crushed their bodies together, kissing so intensely it was like they were attempting to meld souls, tongues reaching for and stroking each other. Kai's hand grasped Uruha's, as if he had to entwine with him in every way imaginable.

It was inevitable that they weren't going to make it to the bedroom. Fortunately, there were still cushions on the floor from when they were watching TV last night. How convenient when something put there for innocent reasons is available for something less than innocent.

Uruha already had Kai's shirt pulled up to his armpits by the time they made it over there, not breaking their kiss at all, Kai's hand stroking the front of Uruha's pants, caressing the growing hardness through the fabric.

They broke apart, reluctantly, just long enough to shed those troublesome clothes – and for Kai to extract the small bottle of lube from his pants – before they tumbled to those pillows, mouths coming together again with a passionate gasp, hands sliding over bodies, trying to cover every inch of skin that they could.

Uruha took his mouth from Kai's only to move down and bite at his neck, causing Kai to tilt his head back, moaning his approval. (And people thought he wore scarves all the time to be fashionable. If they only knew.) His reply was to let one hand slip down to Uruha's ass, squeezing it, feeling the firm shapeliness beneath eager fingers.

“More,” Uruha murmured, drawing his tongue slowly up Kai's neck, from his shoulder up to his jawline. There, he paused, nibbling and licking, making the drummer let out another sound of passion. Oh, he was stating his case for “more” very well.

So Kai's only option, of course, was to give it to him, grabbing that ass in both hands, squeezing. He felt Uruha flip them both over so that he was lying on top of Kai, making his work easier. He was going to take full advantgage of that, too, sliding his palms slowly over both cheeks, letting his fingers tease the cleft a little. (Truth be told, he was eager to part that sweet bottom and push inside right now, but he also wanted to savor this).

Uruha let out a moan, bringing his lips to Kai's again just as his hips shifted, bringing their cocks into alignment. Both men shivered at this intimate contact, wriggling against each other just a bit, just enough to rub together.

No matter how many times you felt it, having your lover's hard cock against your own, his balls and yours pressing together, was an exquisite sensation. Kai found himself rolling his hips, creating more friction, a delicious heat spreading through his belly at every brush of flesh on flesh.

Those hands on Uruha's ass were squeezing harder now, massaging the firm skin, fingers pushing more and more toward the puckered opening. He was going to need preparation if he wanted to go further, of course, and God, he wanted it.

He reached for the bottle of lube, not breaking his rhythm at all, still rubbing his erection against Uruha's as he slicked a finger. Uruha pushed his hips backward, welcoming the invasion, and Kai rubbed it back and forth over the opening a little before pushing in.

He felt the lovely tight heat around his finger, heard Uruha's little groan, felt the other man push his hips back against his finger, then forward, brushing their cocks against each other. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man on top of him.

God, Uruha was even more gorgeous than ever – if that was possible. All that pretty blond hair, newly dyed and styled for their anniversary, brushed against his shoulders, contrasting with the darker hair framing his face. If his effect on his fangirls was explosive, his effect on his lover was ten times more so.

Which just made him all the more eager to take him. He slid a second finger in, and heard Uruha's moan of approval. “You know just how to do this,” the guitarist whispered, punctuating it with another wriggle of his hips.

“I want to please you,” Kai murmured back, thrusting his fingers into that luscious heat, gently scissoring them. Uruha's response was to lower his head, that beautiful hair falling forward again, making Kai think that the stylists' mission this time around wasn't “make Uruha look pretty in pictures,” it was “Drive Kai half out of his mind with desire.”

“Then do it,” Uruha murmured, pushing back against the fingers. “I want you in me. I want to feel you fucking me hard.” And all this came out in a purr-shading-to-a-growl that was just making Kai all the more crazy, thank you very much.

He couldn't get that third finger in fast enough. He thrust them in and out eagerly, because he couldn't risk Uruha having any pain, couldn't risk ruining this moment for both of them. Not that Uruha seemed to be in any pain at all, the way he was throwing his head back and moaning.

Once Uruha determined he was ready, he pulled himself off Kai's fingers, rolling himself onto his back on another cushion, indicating he wanted to be mounted. Kai might have been the one on top for almost all their encounters, but Uruha was the one calling the shots, determining when and how they were going to do it. Kai was never going to argue with any of his choices.

He reached for the lube again, slicking his erection, and lay atop his lover, feeling Uruha surround him with arms and legs, pulling him in like a siren dragging a sailor into the deep. He would drown in that
man willingly, thank you very much.

Kai guided himself to his goal, and then began to push in, slowly. Oh, my God, the sensation of his lover's body enclosing him was like nothing else in the world. He always had to pause and take a deep breath, out of fear of losing control right away. So delicious, so tight and hot, feeling like Uruha's body was made just to accommodate him.

He rested his head in the juncture of his lover's neck and shoulder before continuing, Uruha's soft sounds of pleasure spurring him on. He wanted to please this man, all right. He wanted to make him moan and sigh and growl and cry out, and then lie under him, limp and panting and sweat-damp, totally satisfied.

Once he was fully sheathed within him, he brought his lips to Uruha's and they kissed, tongues tangling with each other, Uruha's hands sliding down Kai's body, repaying Kai's earlier favor by squeezing the drummer's ass.

Which, of course, just made Kai even more mad with desire as he started to move, pulling back, feeling himself slide out, the cool air of the room on his exposed cock a sharp contrast to the intense heat of Uruha's body. When he pushed in, that sheath tightened around him again, pressing on the most sensitive nerves the man had, making him feel like Uruha was embracing him with his whole self.

He needed more, and more. He thrust harder, picking up speed, hearing the man under him groan. Oh, yes, he thought, moan like that. I want to hear it, I need to hear it.

It was all too much, as Kai moved faster and faster, the heat, the sensation, the scent of sweat mixed with fashionable men's cologne, the sounds of ragged breathing and moaning, and oh, the sight of Uruha under him, eyes closed, lips parted, body writhing . . .

And that hair. That beautiful hair, spread around him like a corona, framing his face like the halo of an angel. Kai's fingers tangled in it, feeling how lush and soft it was (despite having been repeatedly dyed, styled, then dyed and styled again).

Uruha began to buck his hips, thrusting against him, and Kai thrust harder in return, moaning his encouragement. And then, Uruha's hands were on his ass again, squeezing hard, sending a burst of sensation through Kai so intense he almost came . . .

The hand that was in Uruha's hair tightened, almost involuntarily, and yanked. And Uruha let out a loud, intense moan. “Again,” he murmured, hoarsely.

There was no way for this to register in Kai's brain as illogical, no way he was thinking enough to realize that this shouldn't have happened, that the sudden pain should have ended the moment, that Uruha should have been telling him to stop. But instead, he was moaning. Kai pulled again, and Uruha let out a louder moan.

“You like that?” Kai said, pulling Uruha's hair again, and this time, he was rewarded with a sharp upward thrust and a cry. Oh, yes, he liked it, the pain was spiking and spicing the pleasure like a dash of hot pepper on a good meal.

Another tug, and he watched Uruha's whole body arch upward, felt that wonderful sheath suddenly tighten on him so intensely it was like he was trying to trap Kai in there forever. (Not that Kai would mind all that much). He reached up with both hands, grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled.

Uruha nearly screamed in ecstasy, arching all the way off the bed, Kai feeling the wetness on his stomach as his lover came intensely – and the sudden clutch of Uruha's passage around him made Kai follow him into bliss, pushing deep into his lover one last time as he was flooded with hot, hot, intense ecstasy.

He collapsed atop Uruha, still moaning, feeling his lover's lips on his face. Oh, my God, that was intense – even more intense than their usual couplings, and that was saying a lot. He was going to need recovery time, and plenty of it.

The fact that they'd achieved ecstasy through hair-pulling was in the back of his mind. That was a fluke, an accident, and something he would have never anticipated or expected. He raised his head and kissed Uruha's lips, softly.

“Are you okay?” he said.

Uruha nodded. “Yeah. That was . . . holy hell.” Uruha ran a hand across his forehead, closing his eyes.
“I mean your head,” Kai said. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

Uruha laughed, pulling Kai in for a kiss. “I've whacked my head on hard surfaces plenty of times. I'm not going to get hurt by someone pulling my hair.” Which was true. As accident-prone as Uruha could be, it would have been surprising if he didn't have a history of whacking his head.

Snuggling his head onto Kai's chest, Uruha murmured, “You're going to have to do it again, you know.”
“I wasn't thinking about it,” Kai said. “It just kind of happened.”

“Well, then, it needs to just kind of happen again, doesn't it?” Uruha said.

Now he was beginning to wonder if Uruha's hair and scalp were a whole fetishy territory. Did this open up whole new erotic vistas? Brushing his hair as part of foreplay? Gently massaging his scalp in the opening stages of sex, turning into hair-pulling like this when things got more intense? He didn't know – but he was going to have fun finding out.

Kai had to admit that it as a very, very happy accident. When he saw their stylists next, he was going to have to thank them. Of course, they'd have no idea what for, which was probably a good thing.


( 26 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 11th, 2012 12:18 am (UTC)
I must admit I find scalp massages inappropriately satisfying and thus, perfect fic material.

Fuck yes, this fic. This fic. Memories, to it be added. asdfdfgdflksngälsädfonaefd

I knew it was a good idea to not go to bed, ahhahha~ Thank you very much. :D

In the next one, Kai first massages Urubabe's scalp, then takes him doggy style and it becomes even sluttier. Yes? 8)*feeds you ideas*
Mar. 11th, 2012 03:22 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Oh, I just had to write it when I saw the prompt. And the hair. (Seriously, Uruha's latest look is just . . . guhhh. The hair. The thighs. The whole package.) I'm so glad that you enjoyed it!

LOL, the original concept for the fic actually did have them doing it doggie style. The reason it was changed is I also wrote an Alice Nine fic yesterday/today where the position was doggie style, and it didn't feel right have the exact same thing in two stories posted on the same day. Hence, I changed it.

Oooh, its a dangerous thing to give me ideas. I may have to take you up on that. XD
Mar. 11th, 2012 12:58 pm (UTC)
I feel special because you took my rambling into consideration. XD Lol, I'm so lame... ♥

Yeah, I read that one too in hopes for juicy KU action, ahhahha~ I wouldn't have been disappointed to read doggy style in two fics from the same author, to be honest. :D

Ahahhahaa, glad to be of service. ;Dv
Mar. 11th, 2012 02:33 pm (UTC)
Kai and Uruha will be getting a whole fic of their own from that. I'm going to be doing a "remix" of the fic from the perspective of each couple who was in the room to witness the Suprise!Porn. And Kai and Uruha were very much in the room. ~_^
Mar. 11th, 2012 02:37 am (UTC)
This was good and you should feel good for writing it.

(Which is my overly polite way of saying SQUEEEEEEEE AWESOME! :D I'm so happy you wrote this! \m/^_^\m/)
Mar. 11th, 2012 03:27 am (UTC)
LOL! Squee all you want. XD I'm so glad that you enjoyed it! (And I love the icon. God, I just can't get over how hot his new look is.)
Mar. 11th, 2012 08:39 am (UTC)
❤_❤ *fangirl scream* Hair Fetish I agree~
Mar. 11th, 2012 02:35 pm (UTC)
The more I look at the pictures of Uruha's new look, the more I fetishize that hair. My God, the stylists outdid themselves. You may get more fics along these lines!
Mar. 11th, 2012 07:16 pm (UTC)
I hope we get more fics along these lines ❤_❤
Mar. 11th, 2012 09:07 am (UTC)


Mar. 11th, 2012 02:45 pm (UTC)
Whee! I merited capslock! ~_^ Thank you so much for the comments! I admit I'm a bit of a romantic in that I tend to write my pairings as emotionally intimate as well as physically. (And I'm especially glad it came across in this fic, since I didn't have a lot of spelled-out mush!) You might be getting more hair-related fics out of this, by the way - the more I look at his new pictures, the more I fetishize that hair. (Oh, they had better put out a DVD from this live, so we can see these looks in action!)
Mar. 11th, 2012 09:10 am (UTC)
Yay!!!! You wrote it!!! Now I don't have to! \o/ And holy hell, this was so hot! Love the frantic sex, the raw need that they experience and that you made me feel that they felt too! :) Guh! *fans self* It's warm in here now. ;)
Mar. 11th, 2012 02:52 pm (UTC)
I just had to write it. Even though I was in the middle of doing a ShouPon fic at the time, as soon as I saw the prompt, I thought, "I am SO doing this when I finish the other one." I'm so glad you thought it was hot! (Kai most definitely had raw need. That's what.happens when you have a lovely view of Uruha's ass all evening. ~_^)

And, ooh, THIGHS ICON!!! (Dear God, I love those porny new pictures.)
Mar. 11th, 2012 03:13 pm (UTC)
It was a lovely prompt! Just the kind that really sparks one's imagination. :D And you did it justice! Mmmhmmmmmmmmmm! :D Hahahah! Poor Kai, he's got the best view of all their arses!!! *g*

Me too! I was so happy when I saw that Uruha is once more gracing us with the view of his gorgeous thigh!!! It's free for taking if you want it, I posted a few icons last night, because I just had to make a few while it was still their anniversary in my part of the world. :D
Mar. 11th, 2012 08:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I saw the icons, and I think I will be helping myself, especially to the UruKai icon! I've needed one of those for awhile.

Oh, my God, when I saw the new photos, I almost DIED. It was, "Welcome back, thighs! Never leave us again!" I swear, the way he looks in those pictures, between the thighs and the hair and the poses, the boy is just BEGGING to be porned. (Not that he isn't most of the time anyway).
Mar. 11th, 2012 04:33 pm (UTC)
asdfghjkl! goddamnit woman, now I'm squealing in the airport XD Hair pulling is definitely one of my kinks (hence the whining as soon as one of my favs jrockers chops up their hair)...guh, beautifully exploited in this good lord. The fact that they were face to face and not the usual doggy-style for this made it even hotter imho. More intimate and passionate, and you know how big of a sucker I am for passionate sex...This was delicious.

I think this is the best Uruha has ever looked, seriously that hair is so goddamn flattering with his delicate features...yum. And the thighs are back...thank you lord! It had been a while and I think he's one of the best at pulling off "absolute territory" so I just squealed like mad when I saw those porny shots...

I need to get on my plane, once again, well done sweetheart! You've managed to make me squeal very loud in two very public places this morning so you can be proud of yourself XD xoxo
Mar. 11th, 2012 08:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, hell, those Uruha shots are porny as hell. The boy looks like he's advertising an adult video, not a live by a J-rock band. Fine, Uruha, if you want to look like that, I'll just have to porn you some more. ~_^ (They're also getting their own remix of the movie night fic. And Uruha will have that hair for sure. This fanfic series brought to you by Uruha's hair and thighs, Hiroto's continual slutboy poses and "Hello, World" . . .)

The idea came from a discussion on the Uruai community (as a lot of my UruKai stuff does). I leapt on it not only because of the way the boy looks lately, but because I was intrigued by the fetish itself. Plus, it seemed like a cute thing to have Kai all "Oh, my God, what did I just do?" afterward.

The funny thing is, the original idea for the scene was doggy style, and I ended up changing it so it wouldn't be a dupe of the ShouPon fic I posted the same day. I'm glad to see it worked out better the way it ended up!

(And I know what you mean about hacked-off hair. My God, Hiroto's buzz cut last summer was a tragedy. I hope he never, ever, ever cuts his hair off like that again).
Mar. 12th, 2012 03:22 pm (UTC)
Oh I'm not complaining for more Uruporn XD that man is something...unf! They all looked so good in that decade pamphlet, they are seriously getting hotter and hotter as time goes by, and I think the same can be said about A9 too, they are aging beautifully. Like fine wine. That I'd love to drink. XD Hurray for remixes, I CANNOT WAIT XDDD

Seriously, I hated everyone's hair last summer. The clothes were awesome, and the hair suuuuuucked DX I honestly don't like any of them with shorter hair, even my dearest Tora, I hope he's letting it grow to his shoulders again (his hair at buddokan...*drools*) I'm so happy to see that Hiroto and Saga let their hair grow again, I really hope it stay that way for a while *fingers crossed*
Mar. 13th, 2012 03:41 am (UTC)
Oh, the Blue Flame look in general was dreadful. I didn't buy a single magazine that came out publicizing the release, because all five of them just looked meh. Hair too short, makeup not right - just off in general.

Fortunately, by Heart of Gold, things were starting to improve. Those Club Zy pictures . . . UNF. Some of my favorite images of Shou EVER.

Oh, my God, the Decade pamphlet is so hot that more than a few fangirls have dubbed it a porno mag masquerading as a tour book. (I almost had one. Almost. There was someone offering to take orders for tour books who lives in Japan, but they were sold out by the time she got to the merch table. Dammit.)
Mar. 11th, 2012 07:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you for making me start my day this way LOL

I mean Uruha's look ABSOLUTEY merits the eroticism of this particular piece...I loved this piece...GREAT piece of work

This is one of the reasons WHY Uruha is my favorite Gazeman...his sultry faces he pulls at times will make almost ANYONE want to...well you know...hehehehehehe
Mar. 12th, 2012 01:51 am (UTC)
The man is porn on legs. And, you know, the way he looks in photographs very much influences the way I write him in these fanfics - he comes across a lot as the male equivalent of a femme fatale (an homme fatale, if you will?).

And, dear God, if the prompt on the community hadn't made me want to write porn of this pairing, his new photos would have definitely done it. WOW. I just hope he holds onto this look for Division and the subsequent tour, because it is PERFECT for him.

Thanks so much for commenting!
Mar. 11th, 2012 07:24 pm (UTC)
*is dead* ILUSFM right now ! I could just kiss you! *ish Off to read th newest stargazer installment* Could you emasil me a pic of Uru-kuns new do?
Mar. 12th, 2012 02:01 am (UTC)
You can see his new look at these links:


(Not my Tumblr, BTW, just one that I stalk).

And thank you so much for your comments on BOTH fics! It makes me very glad I pulled off the two fics in two days thing!
Mar. 12th, 2012 11:29 am (UTC)
YAY! ILU! *glomps* ^^ Your Welcome~ I'm more comfortable with commenting on fics then I am with posting in comms I wonder why?XD
Mar. 14th, 2012 05:51 pm (UTC)
Haha! That was great when Kai had to turn on the cold water in the shower, lolol. I could really feel the tension of having to wait until the two of them arrived home, XD. Awesome job ^^b
Sep. 1st, 2012 12:53 pm (UTC)
GAAAHHH! THAT WAS SO HOT! Sex with pain never fails to make me go skfdlsfjskfjdkjsjljskjffj! But seriously, I thought it'd be the usual kiss, prep, fuck thing, you know, then the sexy hair pulling comes in and that was just so skflsjfslfjsfjsj amazing and I think I died. Just... I died in pleasure reading this. LOL. I sounded like I just came or something, which is kindof like that considering how sexy and smutty this fic is so I'm gonna shut the fuck up now so as not to scare you further. *leaves and clicks the link for the next story*
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