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Seven drabbles, most done on request so the pairings are all over the place. I hope you like!
• Toshiya/Shinya
• PG
• prompt: He hated when people referred to him as a fragile person, on the contrary, he wasn't like that.
If there was something in the world that Shinya hated, it was being labelled weak. So many people only saw his slender frame, saw the long arms and legs and the (admittedly) girly poof of hair. No one really stopped to think what was inside, if he actually was more complex of a person than what met the eye at first. No one saw past his face, to what was essential, what was really him.
That was probably one of the reasons that had drawn him towards Toshiya straight from the beginning. The bassist never doubted him, never treated him like a fragile porcelain doll that might just break from the smallest of touches. Had never treated him like a girl (another thing that made Shinya see red and want to break things). He had always treated him like the strong, determined man he was. And Shinya had always been grateful for that, always was. Straight from the beginning, when they had first met, there had been something different and it was refreshing to be, for once, seen as he really was.
Maybe it had been a lucky guess turned right. Maybe Toshiya just was an extraordinarily good in reading the human nature. Maybe there was a special connection between them.
Only time would tell.
***
• Kaoru/Shinya
• PG
• prompt: "You are so young compared to me - old workaholic grumpy man."
"Are you ever going to come out of the bathroom, Kaoru?" Shinya's voice cut through the air in the studio, piercing through the thick door so strong that it made Kaoru startle. The guitarist had indeed been locked in the bathroom for hours now, trying to style his hair just the way he wanted it. He was trying to aim for the casual my-hair-looks-completely-natural-but-you-know-I-styled-it-for-hours -look, and for some reason nothing seemed to be working that day.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Give me two minutes," he mumbled and wasn't even sure if the younger man had heard him, the words being spoken so lowly. Obviously Shinya did hear him, as the next moment his annoyed voice pushed past the door once more. "You said that already half an hour ago." There was clear amusement in his voice this time as well though, cutting the worst edge from the words.
With a huge sigh Kaoru finally straightened and opened the door, being now face-to-face with the drummer. Shinya arched an eyebrow, eyeing the other man's form for a few seconds (especially his hairdo) before simply giving a nod. "You look good. Now let's go." He nodded towards the door suggestively, as if trying to emphasize his words and make the other man move as soon as possible.
Kaoru's eyes widened at that, as he was truly surprised and a little stunned. "W-won't you need a moment in the bathroom?" He had thought that the other man would take his turn now, style his hair and make sure he looked as good as possible for the night out with friends.
A low chuckle spilled from Shinya's lips and he smirked, shaking his head a little bit. "No. See, the difference between you and me is that I am young, I look good by default. You're old, you need to cover the wrinkles and black circles under your eyes." He winked teasingly, the grin even widening.
Easily, he dodged the mock-annoyed hit that Kaoru aimed straight at the back of his head.
***
• Kaoru/Die (one-sided)
• PG13 (for language)
• prompt: Hatelove
Kaoru fucking hates Die.
He hates that arrogant grin, accompanied by those obnoxious jokes. He hates the way the younger guitarist laughs. He hates the way Die holds his guitar, holds it close like it’s the most precious thing in the world. He hates the small gestures, how Die flips his hair back, how he twists his fingers when nervous, how he sits with this certain tension in his body. He hates the way Die touches his most recent girlfriend, just briefly on the arm, the gesture filled with hidden nuances.
He hates how his heart begins to beat faster whenever Die looks at him. He hates how those chocolate brown eyes always make his knees go weak. He hates how he throws away all sense and reason, cancels all his plans for the night just to look at those eyes for a moment longer, just to soak in the wordless, subtle affection his friend directs at him. He hates how he lets his world stop.
Kaoru fucking hates Die. Because he can’t stop loving him.
And he knows he can never have him.
***
• Kyo/Die (one-sided), Kyo/OFC
• NC17
• prompt: “Kyo, after being on stage, he's hard and X happens.”
A low, full moan resonates in the air, cutting through the silence like a knife. Less than two hours ago that same voice filled the venue, making hundreds of fans scream and go totally berserk. Right now, there's no one to hear the vocalist though, no one but the woman he picked up from the after-show party, not really caring who he got as long as he would get to release some pressure.
There are red painted lips wrapped around his shaft, while an able tongue teases him and drives him higher and higher. It's been a while since he got any, the days too hectic and too short, not much time for finding someone to share a moment with. Tonight, he simply had to. The pressure within had grown too much to bear, the show being the last drop.
Even now, when he closes his eyes, he sees those deep brown eyes look at him teasingly, the full lips curled into a small smirk as if saying "c'mon and get me". He sees the red hair frame the delicate features, in clear contrast with the smooth porcelain skin. The vision doesn't go away even when he opens his eyes and looks down. In his mind, it's Die whose mouth provides him these sensations, it's Die who looks up at him from teasingly sparkling eyes.
When he comes all over the woman's face, he still sees Die, sees the guitarist's cheeks stained with his release. And he knows, he can't go on like this forever.
Substitutes won't do much longer.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: "He kissed my mouth all trembling
That day we read no farther"
Toshiya hated to see Die cry.
Usually he was the crybaby himself, and it didn't even bother him as he knew that tears came and went easy when it came to him. He didn't think it made him any less manly or that crying made him a wimp. He could prove to anyone that he wasn't less tough than any average man. He just reacted to emotional situations with tears, easily. Not a huge flow of them, but his eyes often got a glossy shimmer and he had to wipe a lone tear from the corner of his eye.
Die wasn't the same. He hardly ever cried, although he wasn't any less emotional than the younger man. He simply had the tendency to bottle things up, to hold back until the last possible second. He had grown up as the oldest child in a dirt poor family, had gone through his fair share of difficulties and he had simply learned not to cry.
Which was why Toshiya hated it when he did. Seeing huge teardrops well up in those big, dark eyes made his heart cramp and he felt helpless, had no idea what to do. He wasn't good at this, damnit! He wasn't a man of words and although he had a big heart he had serious troubles wording the feelings right at moments like this.
Maybe that was why it happened. He simply leaned in, touched Die's cheek softly with his fingertips and connected their lips tentatively. The first second Die simply froze, obviously taken by surprise and Toshiya's heart began to pound in his chest as for one terrifying second he thought he had made a wrong decision. The next moment arms were wrapped around his neck, Die's body trembling slightly as he pressed himself closer as if searching for confirmation.
Die was still crying, but the thought had lost its fright. This time, Toshiya knew he could make things good again.
***
• Toshiya/Die/Kaoru
• NC17
• prompt: smut XD for rhea
Hot breath against soft skin, followed by a pair of warm lips and wet tongue, tantalizing the exact right sensitive spot below Die's ear. Die can't get enough of that, craning his neck as if offering more skin, wordlessly begging for the younger man to never stop.
There is no threat of that to begin with. Toshiya is like an addict, drowning in the rush of Die's scent that pierces his senses, so familiar and yet so new. He inhales, again, filling his lungs with the mixture of sweat, sex and something that is so purely Die. He feels his head spin, taken higher each time he draws in a shaky breath.
It's a sight that occurs nearly every night. Long limbs tangled together on night blue sheets, white skin shimmering almost pearly in the moonlight that seeps inside from the gap in the curtains. Tonight, there is something new though. Something different.
Tonight they're not alone.
Toshiya's large hand resting on Die's hip is joined by a smaller, tattooed one, the delicate soft fingers running over white skin almost tentatively until the touch grows more real, demanding. Die shivers, the contrast between the touches going straight though him, devolving on the warm bodies so close to his own.
Each movement Toshiya makes behind him, makes his body collide with Kaoru's in the most intense, delicious way. It has the older guitarist gasping for air in mere minutes, and Die can't resist the sight a second longer. He leans in, hungrily claiming Kaoru's slightly dry, chipped lips with his own. It's a kiss that speaks of need, of lust and of the rising pressure within.
It feels almost forbidden, kissing your best friend like this while your lover's teeth are marking the skin of your neck, eager, shameless. There is something almost comforting in the way Toshiya's large palm comes to rest on his chest, right above his heart as if saying it's alright. Don't blame yourself for wanting more and more and more.
Hot skin on skin, limbs tangling together, six instead of the usual four, adding a certain spice to the moment. Flesh on flesh, raising breaths on breaths. Hasty kisses, mixing with long and hungry ones, teasing touches growing urgent, impatient, wanting. It feels they're melting into one, no one knows who is touching whom, whose voice is resonating in the still air of the room.
A deadly rush. Making you feel so alive, making it real for awhile. For those heartbeats, the neverending moments of lust and passion, the world outside doesn't matter.
And you're drowning in this rush.
***
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: “newspaper”, dedicated to rhea and cateris
”Do you want your eggs scrambled?” Dressed only in plain black tracksuit pants and a huge t-shirt, Toshiya again has the urge to play a good housewife and cook some breakfast. He does that often on slow Sunday mornings, and admittedly during the past few years he’s developed on that area. His scrambled eggs are actually pretty good these days, instead of the black burned mass they used to be when he first insisted on making them.
Kaoru still remembers that day and it makes him smile. To wake up for the first time knowing that he wasn’t alone, the apartment wasn’t empty, not anymore. He had accepted the offer for some breakfast instantly, and only later on when the kitchen was filled with black smoke and suffocating smell of burnt food, he began to regret his decision. The scrambled eggs had been thrown straight into the garbage that day, but neither of them had bothered too much. They knew how to distract themselves from the hungriness anyways.
A frying pan (a cold one, thankfully) suddenly slams on the table in front of him, crumpling the newspaper he’s been reading and finally he looks up at the man before him. Only then Kaoru realizes he never answered the question, and an almost sheepish smile creeps on his lips. “Not burnt, if possible, thank you.” Already when the words leave him he knows to expect the playful slap he receives, accurately on the back of his head.
“Screw you, Kaoru, screw you.” Toshiya is still smiling when he spins around, his movements almost dance-like as he sets the pan down and breaks the first egg on it.
Kaoru grins, raising his newspaper up to smooth it down a bit. He doesn’t look at the other man anymore when he goes on, taking joy in shooting the typically teenaged answer.
“With pleasure.”
• Toshiya/Shinya
• PG
• prompt: He hated when people referred to him as a fragile person, on the contrary, he wasn't like that.
If there was something in the world that Shinya hated, it was being labelled weak. So many people only saw his slender frame, saw the long arms and legs and the (admittedly) girly poof of hair. No one really stopped to think what was inside, if he actually was more complex of a person than what met the eye at first. No one saw past his face, to what was essential, what was really him.
That was probably one of the reasons that had drawn him towards Toshiya straight from the beginning. The bassist never doubted him, never treated him like a fragile porcelain doll that might just break from the smallest of touches. Had never treated him like a girl (another thing that made Shinya see red and want to break things). He had always treated him like the strong, determined man he was. And Shinya had always been grateful for that, always was. Straight from the beginning, when they had first met, there had been something different and it was refreshing to be, for once, seen as he really was.
Maybe it had been a lucky guess turned right. Maybe Toshiya just was an extraordinarily good in reading the human nature. Maybe there was a special connection between them.
Only time would tell.
***
• Kaoru/Shinya
• PG
• prompt: "You are so young compared to me - old workaholic grumpy man."
"Are you ever going to come out of the bathroom, Kaoru?" Shinya's voice cut through the air in the studio, piercing through the thick door so strong that it made Kaoru startle. The guitarist had indeed been locked in the bathroom for hours now, trying to style his hair just the way he wanted it. He was trying to aim for the casual my-hair-looks-completely-natural-but-you-know-I-styled-it-for-hours -look, and for some reason nothing seemed to be working that day.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Give me two minutes," he mumbled and wasn't even sure if the younger man had heard him, the words being spoken so lowly. Obviously Shinya did hear him, as the next moment his annoyed voice pushed past the door once more. "You said that already half an hour ago." There was clear amusement in his voice this time as well though, cutting the worst edge from the words.
With a huge sigh Kaoru finally straightened and opened the door, being now face-to-face with the drummer. Shinya arched an eyebrow, eyeing the other man's form for a few seconds (especially his hairdo) before simply giving a nod. "You look good. Now let's go." He nodded towards the door suggestively, as if trying to emphasize his words and make the other man move as soon as possible.
Kaoru's eyes widened at that, as he was truly surprised and a little stunned. "W-won't you need a moment in the bathroom?" He had thought that the other man would take his turn now, style his hair and make sure he looked as good as possible for the night out with friends.
A low chuckle spilled from Shinya's lips and he smirked, shaking his head a little bit. "No. See, the difference between you and me is that I am young, I look good by default. You're old, you need to cover the wrinkles and black circles under your eyes." He winked teasingly, the grin even widening.
Easily, he dodged the mock-annoyed hit that Kaoru aimed straight at the back of his head.
***
• Kaoru/Die (one-sided)
• PG13 (for language)
• prompt: Hatelove
Kaoru fucking hates Die.
He hates that arrogant grin, accompanied by those obnoxious jokes. He hates the way the younger guitarist laughs. He hates the way Die holds his guitar, holds it close like it’s the most precious thing in the world. He hates the small gestures, how Die flips his hair back, how he twists his fingers when nervous, how he sits with this certain tension in his body. He hates the way Die touches his most recent girlfriend, just briefly on the arm, the gesture filled with hidden nuances.
He hates how his heart begins to beat faster whenever Die looks at him. He hates how those chocolate brown eyes always make his knees go weak. He hates how he throws away all sense and reason, cancels all his plans for the night just to look at those eyes for a moment longer, just to soak in the wordless, subtle affection his friend directs at him. He hates how he lets his world stop.
Kaoru fucking hates Die. Because he can’t stop loving him.
And he knows he can never have him.
***
• Kyo/Die (one-sided), Kyo/OFC
• NC17
• prompt: “Kyo, after being on stage, he's hard and X happens.”
A low, full moan resonates in the air, cutting through the silence like a knife. Less than two hours ago that same voice filled the venue, making hundreds of fans scream and go totally berserk. Right now, there's no one to hear the vocalist though, no one but the woman he picked up from the after-show party, not really caring who he got as long as he would get to release some pressure.
There are red painted lips wrapped around his shaft, while an able tongue teases him and drives him higher and higher. It's been a while since he got any, the days too hectic and too short, not much time for finding someone to share a moment with. Tonight, he simply had to. The pressure within had grown too much to bear, the show being the last drop.
Even now, when he closes his eyes, he sees those deep brown eyes look at him teasingly, the full lips curled into a small smirk as if saying "c'mon and get me". He sees the red hair frame the delicate features, in clear contrast with the smooth porcelain skin. The vision doesn't go away even when he opens his eyes and looks down. In his mind, it's Die whose mouth provides him these sensations, it's Die who looks up at him from teasingly sparkling eyes.
When he comes all over the woman's face, he still sees Die, sees the guitarist's cheeks stained with his release. And he knows, he can't go on like this forever.
Substitutes won't do much longer.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: "He kissed my mouth all trembling
That day we read no farther"
Toshiya hated to see Die cry.
Usually he was the crybaby himself, and it didn't even bother him as he knew that tears came and went easy when it came to him. He didn't think it made him any less manly or that crying made him a wimp. He could prove to anyone that he wasn't less tough than any average man. He just reacted to emotional situations with tears, easily. Not a huge flow of them, but his eyes often got a glossy shimmer and he had to wipe a lone tear from the corner of his eye.
Die wasn't the same. He hardly ever cried, although he wasn't any less emotional than the younger man. He simply had the tendency to bottle things up, to hold back until the last possible second. He had grown up as the oldest child in a dirt poor family, had gone through his fair share of difficulties and he had simply learned not to cry.
Which was why Toshiya hated it when he did. Seeing huge teardrops well up in those big, dark eyes made his heart cramp and he felt helpless, had no idea what to do. He wasn't good at this, damnit! He wasn't a man of words and although he had a big heart he had serious troubles wording the feelings right at moments like this.
Maybe that was why it happened. He simply leaned in, touched Die's cheek softly with his fingertips and connected their lips tentatively. The first second Die simply froze, obviously taken by surprise and Toshiya's heart began to pound in his chest as for one terrifying second he thought he had made a wrong decision. The next moment arms were wrapped around his neck, Die's body trembling slightly as he pressed himself closer as if searching for confirmation.
Die was still crying, but the thought had lost its fright. This time, Toshiya knew he could make things good again.
***
• Toshiya/Die/Kaoru
• NC17
• prompt: smut XD for rhea
Hot breath against soft skin, followed by a pair of warm lips and wet tongue, tantalizing the exact right sensitive spot below Die's ear. Die can't get enough of that, craning his neck as if offering more skin, wordlessly begging for the younger man to never stop.
There is no threat of that to begin with. Toshiya is like an addict, drowning in the rush of Die's scent that pierces his senses, so familiar and yet so new. He inhales, again, filling his lungs with the mixture of sweat, sex and something that is so purely Die. He feels his head spin, taken higher each time he draws in a shaky breath.
It's a sight that occurs nearly every night. Long limbs tangled together on night blue sheets, white skin shimmering almost pearly in the moonlight that seeps inside from the gap in the curtains. Tonight, there is something new though. Something different.
Tonight they're not alone.
Toshiya's large hand resting on Die's hip is joined by a smaller, tattooed one, the delicate soft fingers running over white skin almost tentatively until the touch grows more real, demanding. Die shivers, the contrast between the touches going straight though him, devolving on the warm bodies so close to his own.
Each movement Toshiya makes behind him, makes his body collide with Kaoru's in the most intense, delicious way. It has the older guitarist gasping for air in mere minutes, and Die can't resist the sight a second longer. He leans in, hungrily claiming Kaoru's slightly dry, chipped lips with his own. It's a kiss that speaks of need, of lust and of the rising pressure within.
It feels almost forbidden, kissing your best friend like this while your lover's teeth are marking the skin of your neck, eager, shameless. There is something almost comforting in the way Toshiya's large palm comes to rest on his chest, right above his heart as if saying it's alright. Don't blame yourself for wanting more and more and more.
Hot skin on skin, limbs tangling together, six instead of the usual four, adding a certain spice to the moment. Flesh on flesh, raising breaths on breaths. Hasty kisses, mixing with long and hungry ones, teasing touches growing urgent, impatient, wanting. It feels they're melting into one, no one knows who is touching whom, whose voice is resonating in the still air of the room.
A deadly rush. Making you feel so alive, making it real for awhile. For those heartbeats, the neverending moments of lust and passion, the world outside doesn't matter.
And you're drowning in this rush.
***
• Kaoru/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: “newspaper”, dedicated to rhea and cateris
”Do you want your eggs scrambled?” Dressed only in plain black tracksuit pants and a huge t-shirt, Toshiya again has the urge to play a good housewife and cook some breakfast. He does that often on slow Sunday mornings, and admittedly during the past few years he’s developed on that area. His scrambled eggs are actually pretty good these days, instead of the black burned mass they used to be when he first insisted on making them.
Kaoru still remembers that day and it makes him smile. To wake up for the first time knowing that he wasn’t alone, the apartment wasn’t empty, not anymore. He had accepted the offer for some breakfast instantly, and only later on when the kitchen was filled with black smoke and suffocating smell of burnt food, he began to regret his decision. The scrambled eggs had been thrown straight into the garbage that day, but neither of them had bothered too much. They knew how to distract themselves from the hungriness anyways.
A frying pan (a cold one, thankfully) suddenly slams on the table in front of him, crumpling the newspaper he’s been reading and finally he looks up at the man before him. Only then Kaoru realizes he never answered the question, and an almost sheepish smile creeps on his lips. “Not burnt, if possible, thank you.” Already when the words leave him he knows to expect the playful slap he receives, accurately on the back of his head.
“Screw you, Kaoru, screw you.” Toshiya is still smiling when he spins around, his movements almost dance-like as he sets the pan down and breaks the first egg on it.
Kaoru grins, raising his newspaper up to smooth it down a bit. He doesn’t look at the other man anymore when he goes on, taking joy in shooting the typically teenaged answer.
“With pleasure.”