New Year's Writings... (fufufufufuufu*_*)
Kamijo raised his glass into the soft glow and sparkle of light filling the room.
Smiling, he gazed over at the spiky-haired attendee with a glint in his eyes.
The boy was rather drunk; flushed face and nodding head a dead giveaway.
‘perfect’ was the word that tumbled along his mind. Setting the glass down,
he walked over and sat next to the blonde, placing an elegant hand on his shoulder.
“I hope you are having a good new year…” his voice could just be heard between
the two of them, through the loud and joyous music of the party.
“I’m Kamijo. - What’s your name, handsome?”
Cloud sat there dumbfounded, half in his drunken stupor, the other in total shock.
Sure, This new ‘Kamijo’ was beautiful… but…how.. foreword. - Then again,
not that he minded. It was new year after all. “Cloud.” Was the one sultry word
that came from his lips. He smiled bashfully, a small crimson on his high-cheeks.
Cloud… just like heaven.
Gackt gasped as his lover rocked within him.
It had been a while since they last made love, himself, being away on tour
and his partner, Squall, moping around Balamb helping out at the school there.
New year seemed like a viable enough ‘celebration’ and so, there they both were;
tangled in the expensive linen sheets on a bed big enough to cover the surface
of a decently-sized swimming pool. Squall ducked his head down as he gently
nibbled the skin of his singer’s neck and décolletage, pistoning his hips in
strong movements. “aa! …s-quall-kun..” the vocalist squeezed out his throat quietly
as his head fell back in pleasure. A smirk played on the other’s lips,
scar slightly wrinkling under this movement. His actions were quicker now,
fuelled by the sounds and contractions his lover was making.
Tightening the grip on his back, Squall pulled Gackt atop of him,
groaning as this session came to an end.
Dim…
It was dim in his surroundings. Not much light filtering through the crack in the door,
so only the pale light of the moon gave him the strength to see.
The greenhouse. It was Marluxia’s haven in his house.
Heck, it even had a queensize bed and en suite! But now,
groggy from all the drink that evening, perhaps Atsushi was regretting letting him
settle in here - of all places. He heard, and then saw Marluxia walk up to him,
smiling softly, or smugly. He couldn’t make it out in the darkness.
His friend waved his hand, immediately after he felt a thick rope-like ‘being’
curl up and around his thigh, towards his back.
“Wha- What’s going on! Marly, what are you doing?” the raven haired man asked.
His pink companion placed a finger to his lips, shaking his head gently,
as his other hand made its way down his chest. It was only then he was
fully aware that his clothing had been discarded, and that more rope-like
substances suspended his arms above his head at the sides.
Giving a small whimper, the pink haired Botanical Assassin stepped
into the gap between the two, pressing his thigh against the scared man’s genitals.
There was something cold in his hand that Atsushi couldn’t decipher as it
reached his behind. “..w-hat’s that…” he swallowed dryly. “Lube” Marluxia whispered
into his ear, biting the lobe,
as his captive friend felt one of the Botanist’s vines from earlier delve for where it should never grace.