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Title: Fifteen Years: Part III – Under My Skin
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Toshiya/Die (eventually), some Miyavi/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Your life is formed by countless encounters and people who mean a lot to you, in one way or another. Sometimes all you can do is hope that all those encounters finally lead you to the point you always wanted to get to. And maybe you can enjoy the road there, on the way.
Comments:
fonulyn: Ohkays, so here comes chapter number three :) I figured I should actually finish posting this sometime this century *laughs* We’re still not getting to the pairings (I apparently saved them for the last two chapters XD) but here’s some more Die for you. The last two parts are a bit longer than the chappies thus far, promised ;) Do enjoy.
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Previously happened:
Part I, Part II
Fifteen Years: Part III – Under My Skin
Working in the studio always meant long hours and lack of sleep, also a lack of private life and it didn’t happen that often that they even had a free evening to use as they pleased. For once, they had managed to get free relatively early and the whole bunch had agreed on hitting their favourite bar together for a few beers. It was so different from the early days when it had just been the five of them since now there was a bunch of other people who always followed them everywhere, people who had been working for the band for long already and it seemed that their numbers were ever-increasing. Of course by now there was more family, too, as Kaoru had gotten married and Shinya brought his long-term girlfriend along wherever he could. Even Kyo had been dating for longer now and every now and then the woman was accompanying them too.
Sometimes Die felt that he was the only one who was bound to go on living on short-term relationships and one night stands, unable to keep anything up for longer than the span of a few weeks. If anyone asked him, he said he just enjoyed being free and didn’t need anything like a steady relationship to chain him down. In reality? In reality he was lonely. Watching all these happy couples around himself was getting tiring, and sometimes he wished that there would be someone waiting for him at home too when he dragged his bones back there after a long day. He had almost even bought a cat but then decided they were touring so much it’d end up being his brother’s cat in the end anyway. It wasn’t that he was constantly miserable. He was living on music and loved it, living his dream, he had friends and he could always call one of them if he felt the need to have some company. Only sometimes, this certain melancholy hit him and he didn’t know what to do to it.
Like now, when he finally returned home after a few beers too much, dropping his keys on the small table in the hall and toeing his shoes off. It seemed that every little sound was echoing from the walls in the empty apartment, like the small rooms had suddenly gained much more space in them. It was wide. It was open. And it was empty. Frustrated, Die groaned and ran his fingers through his hair as he headed through the living room and straight into the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help him clear his head and get a bit order into his messed mind. He was drunk and he was horny, but he had consciously decided he wouldn’t try to hit on anyone or anything that night, there was an early wake up call the next morning anyway.
Still it did nothing to help his horniness and when he was already in the shower, vigorously rubbing his hair to get all the apple and cinnamon scented shampoo off, his thoughts began to wander. Toshiya had been alone that night and when he had asked where Ryuichi was the other man had seemed somewhat… distant. There had been nothing of the enthusiasm and excitement of the first months together in those eyes, not a single genuine smile as he spoke of the other man. And what he said? He was attempting to dodge the question, answering vaguely and trying to shrug it off with excuses and weird tangents. It might’ve fooled anyone else but not Die, and Toshiya knew it. So he had ended his explanation with “let’s not talk about it now, okay?” and how could Die deny him that when he looked at him pleadingly.
Maybe there were snakes in the paradise already? Die thought as he turned off the shower and reached for a big, fluffy towel to dry his face and get the water out of his eyes. There was even a hint of malice in the thought since as much as he wished Toshiya to be happy, he still hadn’t grown to even tolerate Ryuichi properly. After all, he was the man who had stolen his Toshiya from him, how could he ever like him genuinely? Mostly he was just curious and even a little bit hopeful, although he tried to suppress that thought the best he could. It wasn’t fair from him to wish that his friend would break up and get his heart broken in the process.
Die’s thoughts were drifting off again as he rubbed his pale skin dry, discarding the towel right afterwards. His hair was still wet but he decided to leave it be, allowing it to drip on his shoulders where the droplets of water were shimmering until they dried off. Toshiya had been melancholy tonight, alright, but somehow even that melancholy look suited him and made him look more beautiful than anyone else in the whole goddamn club. As Die got more and more to drink he had been stealing longer and longer glances at the other man, admiring the masculine build of his shoulders, the determined set of his jaw, the long neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved when he spoke, the crooked grin that he flashed every now and then, those beautiful lips….
Okay he was still in it as deep as ever. Plus he was still as drunk and horny as a while ago, the shower hadn’t exactly helped either aspect of it and hadn’t cleared his head much. Before he even noticed he was lying on his bed, sprawled out and his legs parted a bit further as he ran his palm down his chest. His mind was flashing with images of Toshiya from that night, from the past seven years they had spent close to each other in the same band. He had been studying the other man’s features so much he swore he knew every single expression that had ever crossed those features, knew the other man better than he knew himself. And at moments like this, it proved to be a vital part of his vivid imagination as he allowed those images to flood his mind and take him higher.
It weren’t his own hands that were running along his skin, between his thighs and over his hip. In his mind it was Toshiya touching him, with those large, warm palms and so familiar – yet not familiar enough – long and slightly calloused fingers. It was Toshiya who teased him, tugged on his nipples and brushed over the sensitive skin of inner thigh, it was Toshiya who finally granted him more and began stroking him in short and fast movements. He slammed his heels into the mattress to lift his hips further, wordlessly begging for more from his imaginary Toshiya as his breathing turned more and more ragged, his whole being trembling with the first signs of the upcoming orgasm.
When he came in hot spurts over his stomach all he could think of was Toshiya, the younger man looking at him with a teasing, cocky smirk on his lips.
For a long moment he just kept on lying there, staring into the ceiling and focusing on calming down his breathing. Sweat was slowly cooling off on his skin, making him feel clammy and cold. Even a slight headache was already trying to force its way to the back of his skull and with a displeased groan he squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to cling on to the last remains of his imaginary world. It was slipping through his fingers like fine sand, though, and there was no way he could grasp it any longer, the images vanishing in the air like thin smoke.
It was fun while it lasted. Now he’d desperately need another shower.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Toshiya/Die (eventually), some Miyavi/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Your life is formed by countless encounters and people who mean a lot to you, in one way or another. Sometimes all you can do is hope that all those encounters finally lead you to the point you always wanted to get to. And maybe you can enjoy the road there, on the way.
Comments:
fonulyn: Ohkays, so here comes chapter number three :) I figured I should actually finish posting this sometime this century *laughs* We’re still not getting to the pairings (I apparently saved them for the last two chapters XD) but here’s some more Die for you. The last two parts are a bit longer than the chappies thus far, promised ;) Do enjoy.And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Previously happened:
Part I, Part II
Working in the studio always meant long hours and lack of sleep, also a lack of private life and it didn’t happen that often that they even had a free evening to use as they pleased. For once, they had managed to get free relatively early and the whole bunch had agreed on hitting their favourite bar together for a few beers. It was so different from the early days when it had just been the five of them since now there was a bunch of other people who always followed them everywhere, people who had been working for the band for long already and it seemed that their numbers were ever-increasing. Of course by now there was more family, too, as Kaoru had gotten married and Shinya brought his long-term girlfriend along wherever he could. Even Kyo had been dating for longer now and every now and then the woman was accompanying them too.
Sometimes Die felt that he was the only one who was bound to go on living on short-term relationships and one night stands, unable to keep anything up for longer than the span of a few weeks. If anyone asked him, he said he just enjoyed being free and didn’t need anything like a steady relationship to chain him down. In reality? In reality he was lonely. Watching all these happy couples around himself was getting tiring, and sometimes he wished that there would be someone waiting for him at home too when he dragged his bones back there after a long day. He had almost even bought a cat but then decided they were touring so much it’d end up being his brother’s cat in the end anyway. It wasn’t that he was constantly miserable. He was living on music and loved it, living his dream, he had friends and he could always call one of them if he felt the need to have some company. Only sometimes, this certain melancholy hit him and he didn’t know what to do to it.
Like now, when he finally returned home after a few beers too much, dropping his keys on the small table in the hall and toeing his shoes off. It seemed that every little sound was echoing from the walls in the empty apartment, like the small rooms had suddenly gained much more space in them. It was wide. It was open. And it was empty. Frustrated, Die groaned and ran his fingers through his hair as he headed through the living room and straight into the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help him clear his head and get a bit order into his messed mind. He was drunk and he was horny, but he had consciously decided he wouldn’t try to hit on anyone or anything that night, there was an early wake up call the next morning anyway.
Still it did nothing to help his horniness and when he was already in the shower, vigorously rubbing his hair to get all the apple and cinnamon scented shampoo off, his thoughts began to wander. Toshiya had been alone that night and when he had asked where Ryuichi was the other man had seemed somewhat… distant. There had been nothing of the enthusiasm and excitement of the first months together in those eyes, not a single genuine smile as he spoke of the other man. And what he said? He was attempting to dodge the question, answering vaguely and trying to shrug it off with excuses and weird tangents. It might’ve fooled anyone else but not Die, and Toshiya knew it. So he had ended his explanation with “let’s not talk about it now, okay?” and how could Die deny him that when he looked at him pleadingly.
Maybe there were snakes in the paradise already? Die thought as he turned off the shower and reached for a big, fluffy towel to dry his face and get the water out of his eyes. There was even a hint of malice in the thought since as much as he wished Toshiya to be happy, he still hadn’t grown to even tolerate Ryuichi properly. After all, he was the man who had stolen his Toshiya from him, how could he ever like him genuinely? Mostly he was just curious and even a little bit hopeful, although he tried to suppress that thought the best he could. It wasn’t fair from him to wish that his friend would break up and get his heart broken in the process.
Die’s thoughts were drifting off again as he rubbed his pale skin dry, discarding the towel right afterwards. His hair was still wet but he decided to leave it be, allowing it to drip on his shoulders where the droplets of water were shimmering until they dried off. Toshiya had been melancholy tonight, alright, but somehow even that melancholy look suited him and made him look more beautiful than anyone else in the whole goddamn club. As Die got more and more to drink he had been stealing longer and longer glances at the other man, admiring the masculine build of his shoulders, the determined set of his jaw, the long neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved when he spoke, the crooked grin that he flashed every now and then, those beautiful lips….
Okay he was still in it as deep as ever. Plus he was still as drunk and horny as a while ago, the shower hadn’t exactly helped either aspect of it and hadn’t cleared his head much. Before he even noticed he was lying on his bed, sprawled out and his legs parted a bit further as he ran his palm down his chest. His mind was flashing with images of Toshiya from that night, from the past seven years they had spent close to each other in the same band. He had been studying the other man’s features so much he swore he knew every single expression that had ever crossed those features, knew the other man better than he knew himself. And at moments like this, it proved to be a vital part of his vivid imagination as he allowed those images to flood his mind and take him higher.
It weren’t his own hands that were running along his skin, between his thighs and over his hip. In his mind it was Toshiya touching him, with those large, warm palms and so familiar – yet not familiar enough – long and slightly calloused fingers. It was Toshiya who teased him, tugged on his nipples and brushed over the sensitive skin of inner thigh, it was Toshiya who finally granted him more and began stroking him in short and fast movements. He slammed his heels into the mattress to lift his hips further, wordlessly begging for more from his imaginary Toshiya as his breathing turned more and more ragged, his whole being trembling with the first signs of the upcoming orgasm.
When he came in hot spurts over his stomach all he could think of was Toshiya, the younger man looking at him with a teasing, cocky smirk on his lips.
For a long moment he just kept on lying there, staring into the ceiling and focusing on calming down his breathing. Sweat was slowly cooling off on his skin, making him feel clammy and cold. Even a slight headache was already trying to force its way to the back of his skull and with a displeased groan he squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to cling on to the last remains of his imaginary world. It was slipping through his fingers like fine sand, though, and there was no way he could grasp it any longer, the images vanishing in the air like thin smoke.
It was fun while it lasted. Now he’d desperately need another shower.
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LOL. Yes please let's post the rest of this up. I promise I wont be mad. 8)
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You promise? I take that as a good thing x) Thank you for reading!
And you know, the funniest thing, I actually dreamed last night that you had left me a comment somewhere on lj *laughs* Imagine my surprise when I woke up and checked my email and saw this XD
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<< ... Creeper ... 8P
No problem I always enjoy reading what you write. 8)
Sorry for the late reply. >>
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Thank you so much ♥
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can't wait to know what happens next and when will miyavi come into the picture!!!
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As much as I'm for a little angst, every time I come across a situation such as this I'm always screaming on the inside at one of the persons to just hurry the hell up and say something. But where would the excitement be if that were to happen? XD
I'm loving this so much :D
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