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Third instalment of drabbles! This time a bit more pairing-variety :D Enjoy!
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: 'Saggy cheeks'. Critically, Kaoru eyed his reflection in the mirror, pinching his cheeks to see how bad it was already.
'Saggy cheeks'. Critically, Kaoru eyed his reflection in the mirror, pinching his cheeks to see how bad it was already. There was a frown on his forehead, his lips pursed slightly to show his disapproval. Still, to anyone who didn't know him, he looked almost completely casual, trying to pretend that he had just leaned over to see if there was a stain on his cheek.
With a huge sigh, he leaned back again, tiredly eying his surroundings. A shabby bathroom of a 24/7 resting stop on some foreign motorway. Too bright lights, too loud air conditioning, too ... just too much in every possible way. It was no surprise the place was close to empty in the middle of the night. That was the only reason he had been brooding over his cheeks anyways.
"Saggy cheeks," this time he mumbles it out loud, giving his reflection one last glance and a dismissive snort. Turning around he almost bumps into another frame as he tries to walk out of the bathroom, startling and looking up only to find his fellow guitarist looking down on him. The look on Die's face - that perfect face that looks no older than 25 and completely fresh even at 4 am in the morning, damnit - is questioning, and instantly Kaoru knows he can't get away from the situation without explaining.
Five minutes later, they walk out of the bathroom together, so close that their shoulders are almost touching. Kaoru is smiling, his mood so much better that he even earns a suspicious glance from Kyo, but he doesn't bother to cover it.
All it took from Die was a smile and "your cheeks are just fine".
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• Die/Kaoru
• NC17
• prompt: Die x Kaoru. Die top. "What would your mother say?!"
This isn't the first time Die attacks Kaoru in the most inconvenient of moments, not even wasting a single thought at possible consequences. That's something Die simply doesn't do; think. Not when he wants something bad enough, not when his patience has run out and he just snaps.
And Kaoru has been looking so ridiculously sexy in that thin white shirt and baggy jeans the whole day that it was bound to happen. Rather sooner than later, actually Kaoru was a little surprised it took till the afternoon before the slightly younger guitarist had finally had it.
"C'mon Die," Kaoru tries to reason still, trying to ignore how he's pinned down against the sink in the bathroom, bent over the counter with his lover straight behind him. "We're in the middle of a meeting. A five minute break isn't gon -" His sentence is broken by a low gasp as he feels nimble fingers make their way to his groin, teasing the hardening flesh in a way that instantly makes Kaoru's knees go weak and a wave of heat run through him.
"We're going to get caught," he mutters still as his pants are unbuttoned, tugged down and out of the way. It seems that his words go completely unheard though, the limited space in the toilet soon filled by breathy gasps and needy sighs. Kaoru pushes back against Die, wordlessly begging for more and there's no trace of resistance any longer.
This was how he planned it to begin with.
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• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: condensation
"Kaoru?"
Die's soft voice cuts through the air in the otherwise silent room, making Kaoru shift a little and open his eyes. It's dark there, and for a moment he has to blink until he manages to focus his sleepy gaze properly. The only light in the room is the streetlights that flicker in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating their skin in an artificial tone of white and blue.
Still, Die is beautiful, and Kaoru can't help himself when he reaches out to brush a dark strand of hair away from the other man's face, the touch lingering on the soft cheek a little longer than necessary. That already is enough to gain a smile from Die, along with a small nod as a response to the whispered question. "Nightmares?"
"C'mere," Kaoru practically only purrs the words as he shifts on his place, sneaking one arm around Die's waist to pull him against his chest. Another shift and he's spooning the taller man from behind, snuggled up close to him and his chin tugged on his shoulder. He tilts his head just enough to plant a small kiss somewhere on Die's neck, murmuring softly against his skin. It's never important what he says. It's the tone of his voice that makes Die relax, the warm breath against his skin and the warm presence so close to him.
When Die finally drifts off to sleep, Kaoru keeps on holding him, a soft smile dancing on his lips as he watches the drops of water condensed against the glass of their bedroom window.
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• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: here
Die never thought he would actually like it out here in the wild. He was a city-boy through and through, accustomed to having a warm shower and a cup of nice espresso the first thing in the morning, electric heating and air-conditioning making sure it was never really too cold or too hot. He didn't like dirt, he didn't like bugs, he preferred the comfort of his own, worn couch where he could curl up in the corner with a nice book.
So when Toshiya suggested a camping trip, Die wasn't exactly thrilled about it. He had whined, he had tried to reason, he had tried to suggest a trip to Paris for god's sake. Anything but going out there. Sleeping in a tent. Being ravaged by mosquitos and having your personal space invaded by roaches. Oh-no. That certainly wasn't how Die was going to spend his precious free days before work would start again.
Somehow, Die didn't even know how, he had ended up here nevertheless. Toshiya had booked a flight for them, to Australia (that already was a synonym for 'extreme wilderness' for Die), and practically kidnapped the guitarist to drag him along. After three days of traveling, first the numbing flight and then the tiring, sweaty trip in some old army jeep through the empty abandoned road, they were finally here.
Only that Die had no idea where "here" actually was. He stood there, looking at the distance, wondering how the setting sun could look just that intensely orange. He could still feel the heat of the sun on his skin, and at the same time the chilly evening wind. Somewhere in the distance he heard the sounds a pack of some animals made, and he had no interest whatsoever to know what things those were (it already made an unpleasant shiver go through him as it was).
All it took was a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind, a few muttered words and the sound of that familiar cackle, and he wouldn't have changed this for anything.
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• Die/Kyo
• PG
• prompt: here
"Hey, Kyo, you have ice cream there!" A merry voice cuts Kyo out of his contemplations, and before he manages to react in any way there is a certain guitarist far too close to him, looking down at him. "Lemme help," Die offers instantly, moistening his thumb by sticking it against his tongue, before just shamelessly rubbing on the vocalist's cheek.
Kyo has no idea if there indeed was a stain on his cheek, leftovers from the delicious chocolate ice cream he had just devoured a moment earlier as a treat after a long, hot day in the suffocating recording studio. He doesn't think of it either, but automatically raises his hand to slap the other man's hand away. He tries to aim a second slap on Die's head, but the taller man dodges it easily, giggling.
"Don't be mad at me, midget," Die practically chirps, and it's obvious he is in a really good mood for whatever reason. Maybe only because he got to tease and to pick on Kyo again, that is usually perfectly enough to save his day. "I was just being helpful! You still have some there though. I could help-" There is something utterly dirty in the way he puts emphasis on the last word, slowly darting out his tongue to trace his full bottom lip with it, in a gesture that always makes Kyo stare.
"You are impossible, Die, impossible!" The vocalist growls and grunts, throwing his hands up in the air in surrender and rolls his eyes frustrated in an attempt to show he means it. Grumpily he grabs his jacket and runs his fingers through his hair, marching off as a protest. "I have no idea how I put up with you!" He exclaims, not even bothering to turn around although his back is facing the other man.
The words only make Die laugh, the sound like music that's filling the air, rising from soft giggles into these snorts that always make everyone laugh in turn. "Hey, midget, I love you too!" He shouts after the smaller man, and obviously he doesn't even realize someone else might hear him too.
Shaking his head, Kyo hides a grin.
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• Kaoru/Toshiya (*gasp*)
• PG
• prompt: here
The last day before a new tour is always the same. Kaoru has everything packed already weeks before, and still he keeps on emptying his bags only to fill them again, re-packing several times a day just to cover his nervousness. Everyone around him is used to that though, knows his quirks and how to ignore them.
Toshiya is lying on the bed, resting against the headboard as he's too tired to sit up straight and doesn't want to move to the single armchair where one can't even see the TV properly. Slowly he takes a sip from his coffee, cradling the hot mug between his large palms as he watches the smaller man move in the room. He knows better than to disturb Kaoru when he gets like this, so he just silently cooked them some coffee, set the guitarist's mug down on the nightstand to wait for him.
It takes long still, two gentle reminders from Toshiya that the coffee is getting cold, and finally Kaoru plops down to sit on the edge of the bed, releasing a huge sigh. He takes a longing look towards the suitcase still, but in the end stays still, lifting the mug to his lips. They both know he will pack the bags once more tonight at least, but for now he allows the calmness of the moment devolve on him.
They both take a long sip of coffee, and Toshiya smiles as their eyes meet.
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: 'Saggy cheeks'. Critically, Kaoru eyed his reflection in the mirror, pinching his cheeks to see how bad it was already.
'Saggy cheeks'. Critically, Kaoru eyed his reflection in the mirror, pinching his cheeks to see how bad it was already. There was a frown on his forehead, his lips pursed slightly to show his disapproval. Still, to anyone who didn't know him, he looked almost completely casual, trying to pretend that he had just leaned over to see if there was a stain on his cheek.
With a huge sigh, he leaned back again, tiredly eying his surroundings. A shabby bathroom of a 24/7 resting stop on some foreign motorway. Too bright lights, too loud air conditioning, too ... just too much in every possible way. It was no surprise the place was close to empty in the middle of the night. That was the only reason he had been brooding over his cheeks anyways.
"Saggy cheeks," this time he mumbles it out loud, giving his reflection one last glance and a dismissive snort. Turning around he almost bumps into another frame as he tries to walk out of the bathroom, startling and looking up only to find his fellow guitarist looking down on him. The look on Die's face - that perfect face that looks no older than 25 and completely fresh even at 4 am in the morning, damnit - is questioning, and instantly Kaoru knows he can't get away from the situation without explaining.
Five minutes later, they walk out of the bathroom together, so close that their shoulders are almost touching. Kaoru is smiling, his mood so much better that he even earns a suspicious glance from Kyo, but he doesn't bother to cover it.
All it took from Die was a smile and "your cheeks are just fine".
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• Die/Kaoru
• NC17
• prompt: Die x Kaoru. Die top. "What would your mother say?!"
This isn't the first time Die attacks Kaoru in the most inconvenient of moments, not even wasting a single thought at possible consequences. That's something Die simply doesn't do; think. Not when he wants something bad enough, not when his patience has run out and he just snaps.
And Kaoru has been looking so ridiculously sexy in that thin white shirt and baggy jeans the whole day that it was bound to happen. Rather sooner than later, actually Kaoru was a little surprised it took till the afternoon before the slightly younger guitarist had finally had it.
"C'mon Die," Kaoru tries to reason still, trying to ignore how he's pinned down against the sink in the bathroom, bent over the counter with his lover straight behind him. "We're in the middle of a meeting. A five minute break isn't gon -" His sentence is broken by a low gasp as he feels nimble fingers make their way to his groin, teasing the hardening flesh in a way that instantly makes Kaoru's knees go weak and a wave of heat run through him.
"We're going to get caught," he mutters still as his pants are unbuttoned, tugged down and out of the way. It seems that his words go completely unheard though, the limited space in the toilet soon filled by breathy gasps and needy sighs. Kaoru pushes back against Die, wordlessly begging for more and there's no trace of resistance any longer.
This was how he planned it to begin with.
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• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: condensation
"Kaoru?"
Die's soft voice cuts through the air in the otherwise silent room, making Kaoru shift a little and open his eyes. It's dark there, and for a moment he has to blink until he manages to focus his sleepy gaze properly. The only light in the room is the streetlights that flicker in through the gap in the curtains, illuminating their skin in an artificial tone of white and blue.
Still, Die is beautiful, and Kaoru can't help himself when he reaches out to brush a dark strand of hair away from the other man's face, the touch lingering on the soft cheek a little longer than necessary. That already is enough to gain a smile from Die, along with a small nod as a response to the whispered question. "Nightmares?"
"C'mere," Kaoru practically only purrs the words as he shifts on his place, sneaking one arm around Die's waist to pull him against his chest. Another shift and he's spooning the taller man from behind, snuggled up close to him and his chin tugged on his shoulder. He tilts his head just enough to plant a small kiss somewhere on Die's neck, murmuring softly against his skin. It's never important what he says. It's the tone of his voice that makes Die relax, the warm breath against his skin and the warm presence so close to him.
When Die finally drifts off to sleep, Kaoru keeps on holding him, a soft smile dancing on his lips as he watches the drops of water condensed against the glass of their bedroom window.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: here
Die never thought he would actually like it out here in the wild. He was a city-boy through and through, accustomed to having a warm shower and a cup of nice espresso the first thing in the morning, electric heating and air-conditioning making sure it was never really too cold or too hot. He didn't like dirt, he didn't like bugs, he preferred the comfort of his own, worn couch where he could curl up in the corner with a nice book.
So when Toshiya suggested a camping trip, Die wasn't exactly thrilled about it. He had whined, he had tried to reason, he had tried to suggest a trip to Paris for god's sake. Anything but going out there. Sleeping in a tent. Being ravaged by mosquitos and having your personal space invaded by roaches. Oh-no. That certainly wasn't how Die was going to spend his precious free days before work would start again.
Somehow, Die didn't even know how, he had ended up here nevertheless. Toshiya had booked a flight for them, to Australia (that already was a synonym for 'extreme wilderness' for Die), and practically kidnapped the guitarist to drag him along. After three days of traveling, first the numbing flight and then the tiring, sweaty trip in some old army jeep through the empty abandoned road, they were finally here.
Only that Die had no idea where "here" actually was. He stood there, looking at the distance, wondering how the setting sun could look just that intensely orange. He could still feel the heat of the sun on his skin, and at the same time the chilly evening wind. Somewhere in the distance he heard the sounds a pack of some animals made, and he had no interest whatsoever to know what things those were (it already made an unpleasant shiver go through him as it was).
All it took was a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind, a few muttered words and the sound of that familiar cackle, and he wouldn't have changed this for anything.
***
• Die/Kyo
• PG
• prompt: here
"Hey, Kyo, you have ice cream there!" A merry voice cuts Kyo out of his contemplations, and before he manages to react in any way there is a certain guitarist far too close to him, looking down at him. "Lemme help," Die offers instantly, moistening his thumb by sticking it against his tongue, before just shamelessly rubbing on the vocalist's cheek.
Kyo has no idea if there indeed was a stain on his cheek, leftovers from the delicious chocolate ice cream he had just devoured a moment earlier as a treat after a long, hot day in the suffocating recording studio. He doesn't think of it either, but automatically raises his hand to slap the other man's hand away. He tries to aim a second slap on Die's head, but the taller man dodges it easily, giggling.
"Don't be mad at me, midget," Die practically chirps, and it's obvious he is in a really good mood for whatever reason. Maybe only because he got to tease and to pick on Kyo again, that is usually perfectly enough to save his day. "I was just being helpful! You still have some there though. I could help-" There is something utterly dirty in the way he puts emphasis on the last word, slowly darting out his tongue to trace his full bottom lip with it, in a gesture that always makes Kyo stare.
"You are impossible, Die, impossible!" The vocalist growls and grunts, throwing his hands up in the air in surrender and rolls his eyes frustrated in an attempt to show he means it. Grumpily he grabs his jacket and runs his fingers through his hair, marching off as a protest. "I have no idea how I put up with you!" He exclaims, not even bothering to turn around although his back is facing the other man.
The words only make Die laugh, the sound like music that's filling the air, rising from soft giggles into these snorts that always make everyone laugh in turn. "Hey, midget, I love you too!" He shouts after the smaller man, and obviously he doesn't even realize someone else might hear him too.
Shaking his head, Kyo hides a grin.
***
• Kaoru/Toshiya (*gasp*)
• PG
• prompt: here
The last day before a new tour is always the same. Kaoru has everything packed already weeks before, and still he keeps on emptying his bags only to fill them again, re-packing several times a day just to cover his nervousness. Everyone around him is used to that though, knows his quirks and how to ignore them.
Toshiya is lying on the bed, resting against the headboard as he's too tired to sit up straight and doesn't want to move to the single armchair where one can't even see the TV properly. Slowly he takes a sip from his coffee, cradling the hot mug between his large palms as he watches the smaller man move in the room. He knows better than to disturb Kaoru when he gets like this, so he just silently cooked them some coffee, set the guitarist's mug down on the nightstand to wait for him.
It takes long still, two gentle reminders from Toshiya that the coffee is getting cold, and finally Kaoru plops down to sit on the edge of the bed, releasing a huge sigh. He takes a longing look towards the suitcase still, but in the end stays still, lifting the mug to his lips. They both know he will pack the bags once more tonight at least, but for now he allows the calmness of the moment devolve on him.
They both take a long sip of coffee, and Toshiya smiles as their eyes meet.
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Ah, they just made me sigh happily. ^___^ Just what I need!
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Die fucking Kaoru, then Kaoru fucking Die, then time for a smoke before they start over new! :DI feel endlessly dirty lately...If I hadn't still so much to write, I wished it was already October. XD
Heh, and I enjoyed reading those endlessly! Keep 'em coming!
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Thankies! :) I'll try my best XD I just need inspiration or prompts or something these days to get me started.
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I still like it though.
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No really, I loooooved it! And I like the Die/Tosh travel thing. Damn, why can't I get enough of thinking about them being on the road? Tosh would look hot in leather on a bike, btw :D Just thought of him being a reckless driver XD
I did like the last two as well. Though I dunno, somehow I'm not into Die/Kyo at all at the moment. I wonder why really 'cause it always used to be one of my favs...
*hugs tight* Write more drabbles hun!
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I'm not that much into them right now either and I dunno why. I mean, it was my first pair and all, and I usually like 'em a lot. Only lately I didn't read anything of them. But that drabble was just begging to be Die/Kyo XD
*hugs back tight* I wanna! But I need prompts or inspiration XD
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Man, this day is weird. Luckily, everything went fine with the transporter, but here at work, EVERYBODY'S down. Me too. Not my day, stress and all. But I'm laughing. Must be the lack of sleep. This slightly hysterical laughter x)
and here's my prompt for you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9iiU6NDxIo
Go ahead and do somethign with it XD Nicole and I will make a Fanvid to Kyo of this once. I swear. But you needn't make it a Kyo fic. More like Die/Tosh? I dunno, just hit me (if you have the time and energy).
Other than that, I would have another prompt too: autumn, history
Alright, I better shut up now XD
Sorry hun, had more coffee already than is good for me^^
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haha hun, that's funny but I don't think I can do anything of it XD C'mon it's total crack! I'm tempted to try, but that just amuses me instead of inspiring XD
Autumn and history? Together or separately? XD Hm I have to think of it. Sounds like something longer than a drabble though *coughs* Historical fics tend to get a plot XD
No problem :D Just keep on babbling.
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Heh, and you remember this Disney-thing "The internet is for porn"? I thought one should write a drabble to that too *laughs*
Hmm, I meant both together; history and autumn. But I didn't mean to make you write an epic x) Although I - of course - wouldn't mind it^^ I just had this weird feeling and those two things kinda came together in my mind.
And beware, I might do that and give you more prompts. I have to see where I find it, 'cause I have this one modern picture and it would be cool to make you write a drabble to it. I have to check here I put it...
And just tell me when you're getting annoyed or so.
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Autumn is easy, I love the autumn mood and how it feels. And it's inspiring XD History is harder, if I don't wanna make it an epic. haha, if I do, you can expect it sometime next century XD
Just brick me with them! I really don't mind. I can't promise I'll write something for them instantly though, my school is beginning to get more time-consuming soon and all. But I promise I'll do something for them, as soon as I manage :D
I'm not, trust me^^