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Title: Gone
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fonulyn
Rating: R
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Theme: 034: Paranoia
Summary: No matter how much fun the previous night was, the following morning can come bearing surprises. Good or bad? That Die just has to find out.
Comments:
fonulyn: This was written already long ago (months, haha) but I never managed to actually get around to posting it. Now I am effectively trying to avoid working on my chemistry report (do not want D:) so I ended up going through what I happened to have written. So yeah, here, a short ficlet.
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
It was still dark when Die startled awake, blinking his eyes several times to make them work at least somewhat in the dimly lit room. He couldn’t really see much anything, the only light seeping into the room coming from the hall as the door had been left slightly ajar. Tiredly, he brought his hand up and rubbed his burning eyes, the hammering in the back of his head predicting that he would come down with a headache of the century later on unless he got more sleep. Still, somehow he didn’t have any clear recollection of what had happened. For a moment, he simply tried to focus, to remember everything that had happened the past night after he downed that first drink.
/flashing lights, the fast rhythm of the music that seems to go into your blood, beating in sync with your heart. faces, gestures, bodies colliding with your own. the smell of sweat, alcohol, tobacco. faked freedom/
Drunk. He remembered he had been drunk and god, he hadn’t been in control of himself any longer. At one point during the evening he had been practically hitting on everything that moved and hadn’t managed to run away fast enough. Still he hadn’t seemed to have luck at all in finding someone interesting, and he had already been convinced that he would end up going home alone to spend some quality time with his hand. Groaning, he shifted, and the burning feeling in his lower back showed that at least the last part of the assumption had been completely wrong. He definitely hadn’t spent his night alone.
He allowed his eyes to fall shut, just focusing on forcing back the threatening headache, along with the slight nausea that tried to force its way to his consciousness. He shook his head, biting his lower lip and then, suddenly. It hit him.
/moving lips, too close to his own. people leaning in to him, too drunk for coherent moves, too drunk to care for personal space. struggling, trying to escape the drunken escapade. until suddenly. familiar face, sparkling eyes, distinctive lips./
Toshiya.
Die had no idea where his friend had suddenly appeared from. He had been surrounded by people he didn’t know, most of them trying to gain his attention in one way or another, and then suddenly the familiar cackle had pierced his senses, the familiar smile appearing in front of him as the other man took the seat next to him. That had pretty much already saved Die’s night. C’mon, there was nothing as depressing than getting drunk alone, surrounded by people who surely wanted a piece of you but whom you didn’t want to touch.
A hot shiver went down his spine as his consciousness finally began to piece the rest of the puzzle together as well. He bit his lip, holding his breath and couldn’t stop his body from tensing a little as the happenings of the past night flashed through his mind.
/lips seeking lips, hands roaming over smooth skin. clothes discarded on the floor, hastily thrown out of the way. hungry kisses, desperate touches. everything drowned by sensations that weren’t from this world/
They had fucked. Like rabbits, and the realization made Die chuckle dryly even now. He couldn’t even remember when he had last felt so insatiable, had had a long night filled with sweaty action. Now, he could remember every single second that had passed between them, every touch, every glance, every kiss. Everything. There was only one question left.
Where Toshiya was now?
Die was certain he was alone right now. The bed was empty, except for him lying almost sideways in the middle of the sheets and the blanket that had been just hastily thrown over his form somewhere along the night. When he turned his head, there was no one there, and even in the darkness of the room he could see that it was empty as well. No one sitting in the big armchair, no one standing close to the window. Simply no one there.
Reaching out his hand, he smoothed down the crumpled sheets, allowing his fingers to linger on the linen a bit longer than necessary. He was sure he was just imagining it, but when he closed his eyes he could almost sense the warmth seeping from the place where the other man had been lying. He shifted a little, burying his face into the pillow, right on the spot where Toshiya’s head had been resting earlier. The familiar scent was still there, filled his senses as he inhaled deeply, and it was enough to make his head spin pleasantly. He had no idea what had made him fall so hard, so fast. But then again, he didn’t even care to know. It wouldn’t have changed the reality anyway.
The fact was that only one night of drunken sex had managed to make him fall like a teenager, at least that was how he felt right now, and he was unable to take it back. How pathetic was that? He could feel a heavy weight set on his chest, right above his heart as the realization finally sunk in. He was alone, very much alone. Up until now, it had always been he who had walked out in the morning, leaving the one night stand of the previous night asleep. Was this how each of them had felt? Or had they just shrugged it off without a second thought?
Another sigh spilled from his lips as he rolled on his back, his eyes still closed. What sense did it make to dwell in the thoughts anyways? He shrugged a little bit as if to answer his own question. There was no sense, no reason. Yet, he couldn’t help but to feel the lump rise in his throat, a part of him wishing so much that he had woken up to smooth skin and warm flesh right beside him, instead of this cold empty bed.
He was still tired, and the tiredness was overcoming him rapidly. Despite the racing of his thoughts, he was beginning to drift off again, to fall back into the land of dreams. Suddenly, there was something different in the atmosphere though. There was this certain warmth in the room, more light seeping in as the door was opened further, only to then vanish completely when it clicked shut. Soft padding of bare feet on the floor lingered in the air, the bed creaking a little bit as a weight settled upon it.
Just before Die fell asleep he could feel a warm body close to his own, an arm sneaking around his waist to pull him close. The blanket was pulled over their forms to cover them better, the warmth surrounding them from every side.
Even asleep, Die was smiling.
Author:
fonulynRating: R
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Theme: 034: Paranoia
Summary: No matter how much fun the previous night was, the following morning can come bearing surprises. Good or bad? That Die just has to find out.
Comments:
fonulyn: This was written already long ago (months, haha) but I never managed to actually get around to posting it. Now I am effectively trying to avoid working on my chemistry report (do not want D:) so I ended up going through what I happened to have written. So yeah, here, a short ficlet. And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
It was still dark when Die startled awake, blinking his eyes several times to make them work at least somewhat in the dimly lit room. He couldn’t really see much anything, the only light seeping into the room coming from the hall as the door had been left slightly ajar. Tiredly, he brought his hand up and rubbed his burning eyes, the hammering in the back of his head predicting that he would come down with a headache of the century later on unless he got more sleep. Still, somehow he didn’t have any clear recollection of what had happened. For a moment, he simply tried to focus, to remember everything that had happened the past night after he downed that first drink.
/flashing lights, the fast rhythm of the music that seems to go into your blood, beating in sync with your heart. faces, gestures, bodies colliding with your own. the smell of sweat, alcohol, tobacco. faked freedom/
Drunk. He remembered he had been drunk and god, he hadn’t been in control of himself any longer. At one point during the evening he had been practically hitting on everything that moved and hadn’t managed to run away fast enough. Still he hadn’t seemed to have luck at all in finding someone interesting, and he had already been convinced that he would end up going home alone to spend some quality time with his hand. Groaning, he shifted, and the burning feeling in his lower back showed that at least the last part of the assumption had been completely wrong. He definitely hadn’t spent his night alone.
He allowed his eyes to fall shut, just focusing on forcing back the threatening headache, along with the slight nausea that tried to force its way to his consciousness. He shook his head, biting his lower lip and then, suddenly. It hit him.
/moving lips, too close to his own. people leaning in to him, too drunk for coherent moves, too drunk to care for personal space. struggling, trying to escape the drunken escapade. until suddenly. familiar face, sparkling eyes, distinctive lips./
Toshiya.
Die had no idea where his friend had suddenly appeared from. He had been surrounded by people he didn’t know, most of them trying to gain his attention in one way or another, and then suddenly the familiar cackle had pierced his senses, the familiar smile appearing in front of him as the other man took the seat next to him. That had pretty much already saved Die’s night. C’mon, there was nothing as depressing than getting drunk alone, surrounded by people who surely wanted a piece of you but whom you didn’t want to touch.
A hot shiver went down his spine as his consciousness finally began to piece the rest of the puzzle together as well. He bit his lip, holding his breath and couldn’t stop his body from tensing a little as the happenings of the past night flashed through his mind.
/lips seeking lips, hands roaming over smooth skin. clothes discarded on the floor, hastily thrown out of the way. hungry kisses, desperate touches. everything drowned by sensations that weren’t from this world/
They had fucked. Like rabbits, and the realization made Die chuckle dryly even now. He couldn’t even remember when he had last felt so insatiable, had had a long night filled with sweaty action. Now, he could remember every single second that had passed between them, every touch, every glance, every kiss. Everything. There was only one question left.
Where Toshiya was now?
Die was certain he was alone right now. The bed was empty, except for him lying almost sideways in the middle of the sheets and the blanket that had been just hastily thrown over his form somewhere along the night. When he turned his head, there was no one there, and even in the darkness of the room he could see that it was empty as well. No one sitting in the big armchair, no one standing close to the window. Simply no one there.
Reaching out his hand, he smoothed down the crumpled sheets, allowing his fingers to linger on the linen a bit longer than necessary. He was sure he was just imagining it, but when he closed his eyes he could almost sense the warmth seeping from the place where the other man had been lying. He shifted a little, burying his face into the pillow, right on the spot where Toshiya’s head had been resting earlier. The familiar scent was still there, filled his senses as he inhaled deeply, and it was enough to make his head spin pleasantly. He had no idea what had made him fall so hard, so fast. But then again, he didn’t even care to know. It wouldn’t have changed the reality anyway.
The fact was that only one night of drunken sex had managed to make him fall like a teenager, at least that was how he felt right now, and he was unable to take it back. How pathetic was that? He could feel a heavy weight set on his chest, right above his heart as the realization finally sunk in. He was alone, very much alone. Up until now, it had always been he who had walked out in the morning, leaving the one night stand of the previous night asleep. Was this how each of them had felt? Or had they just shrugged it off without a second thought?
Another sigh spilled from his lips as he rolled on his back, his eyes still closed. What sense did it make to dwell in the thoughts anyways? He shrugged a little bit as if to answer his own question. There was no sense, no reason. Yet, he couldn’t help but to feel the lump rise in his throat, a part of him wishing so much that he had woken up to smooth skin and warm flesh right beside him, instead of this cold empty bed.
He was still tired, and the tiredness was overcoming him rapidly. Despite the racing of his thoughts, he was beginning to drift off again, to fall back into the land of dreams. Suddenly, there was something different in the atmosphere though. There was this certain warmth in the room, more light seeping in as the door was opened further, only to then vanish completely when it clicked shut. Soft padding of bare feet on the floor lingered in the air, the bed creaking a little bit as a weight settled upon it.
Just before Die fell asleep he could feel a warm body close to his own, an arm sneaking around his waist to pull him close. The blanket was pulled over their forms to cover them better, the warmth surrounding them from every side.
Even asleep, Die was smiling.