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Title: Uncontrollable Desire: The Oni
Author: mikazuki_chan
Theme: #31 monster
Rating: R
Pairing: IsshixToshiya
Disclaimer: none of this is real, it's all in my head. i don't get paid for this either, though i think that i should >>;
Comments: well.... this is my first post here. as far as i know now, all of my stories will be connected, but they will also be oneshots, which means you can read them by themselves, or you can read them as a story. my only caution to reading them as a story at the moment is that i will not be posting these stories in any sort of chronological order. the first story is not part of this challenge, but it can be found here. everything i am writing for this challenge comes after that story, other than that, timeframes will be all over the place ^.^; anyway, enjoy!
The live was over, and so was the tour. Isshi took his place in front of the mirror and began taking his stage makeup off. No matter how natural his face looked from the audience, the amount of makeup caked on his skin felt stifling, though after enduring it for the last couple of years, the feeling was almost comforting.
The chatter and banter of his band-mates was also comforting in it’s way, a constant reminder of how close they were. At the moment, Naoran and Izumi were having a “sword” fight with q-tips. Nao was being backed into a corner, Isshi could see him reflected in the mirror, but he suddenly spun away and ran at Isshi, pretending fear.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiisshiiiiiiiiiiiii-kuuuuuuuuun.” He whined as he came and glomped onto the vocalist from behind. “Save me!”
Isshi just laughed and shrugged Nao off, earning him a pout from the other man. “Your girlfriend would save me!” The bassist huffed, watching Izumi carefully, while the drummer tried to look innocent, no doubt so that he could catch the bassist off-guard.
Isshi glared at Nao in the mirror. “Don’t call him that.” He snapped.
“Don’t call who what?” Came a seductive whisper, just off to Isshi’s right. The vocalist turned to see a tall, dark haired man smiling at him from mere feet away. Isshi was always taken by surprise at how quiet the other man could be.
Nao immediately ran behind the new person in the room. “I was saying to Isshi-kun that you would save me from Izumi-kun, since he’s trying to kill me!”
Izumi looked over at the new arrival and shrugged. “Don’t listen to him Toshiya-kun! Help me get him instead!” With that, Izumi made a jump towards Toshiya, who was still between the two combatants.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Nao yelled as he went running from behind Toshiya and out into the hallway, with Izumi in pursuit.
Toshiya laughed at the two men running down the hall before returning his attention to the vocalist who was still sitting in front of the mirror, and had now gone back to taking his makeup off. Toshiya pouted at the other man’s back, as he felt he was being ignored. Then the tall bassist decided to regain his lover’s attention in a way that couldn’t be ignored.
Isshi jumped as he suddenly had a very sexy bassist drop into his lap, making him drop the cotton swab he had been using to remove his makeup. He pretended to glare at Toshiya, but it was only half-hearted, as this was where he wanted the bassist anyway.
Toshiya wrapped himself around Isshi’s body, burying his face in the vocalist’s neck and proceeding to let out a tiny purr. Isshi laughed at the sensation and rubbed a hand down the other man’s back as if he were petting him.
“Is my kitten ready to go home then?” Isshi asked quietly into Toshiya’s hair.
Toshiya nodded a bit and giggled like a little girl.
Isshi rubbed his face against the other’s neck, purposely leaving a bit of his remaining pale foundation there, then shoved Toshiya off of his lap and grabbed another cotton ball. “Well then I need to get this makeup off.”
Toshiya sat on the floor where he had landed and pouted. “You’re so mean to me Isshi-kun!!” he whined, refusing to look at him.
Isshi grinned, showing off his teeth. “You have no idea. There’s a reason that I’m called an oni you know.”
Toshiya pouted even more. “Yes, you’re a horrible, horrible monster!”
Isshi nodded and finished removing the last of his makeup. He turned to look at Toshiya who was still sitting on the floor. “Are you still wanting to come home with a horrible, horrible monster?”
Toshiya’s face looked rebellious for a minute, but then he grinned and nodded. “Of course!” And he laughed.
Isshi just smiled and led the way out of the room, noticing that both Akiya and Shin were still in the room and giving Toshiya a pitying look. That made him smile even more, because they knew that he was not joking about the oni thing at all, even if Toshiya thought he was.
~ ~ ~
Toshiya looked around the entry to Isshi’s house. It was a very nice, simple house, which the vocalist had only bought a few months ago, not long after the two of them had started officially dating.
Toshiya giggled. He didn’t think that his band-mates actually knew that he and Isshi were dating. They probably just thought that they had a quick fuck every now and again. It’s what they expected of him as the slut of the band, wasn’t it? Well, soon he was going to break the sad news to them that he was taken, in quite a permanent sense. The bassist giggled again, imagining their faces, especially Die’s. That would be priceless!
Isshi looked over at Toshiya, who was giggling quietly in the entryway. He looked so innocent, which Isshi knew that the bassist was NOT, and it made him slightly predatory. He moved gracefully to stand behind Toshiya, placing his hands on the slightly taller man’s hips. “What’s so funny Totchi-chan?”
Toshiya stiffened and tried to glare at Isshi, which was kind of funny, given that he couldn’t really turn his head far enough to really glare at the man behind him. “Don’t call me that! It sounds silly!” Toshiya huffed.
Isshi laughed deep in his throat. “Good. I’m glad it sounds silly, because you are silly.” He nuzzled into the bassist’s neck from behind, wrapping his arms around the slender waist.
Toshiya sighed and leaned back into the embrace. “Ne… I’m not that silly…” He breathed without conviction.
Isshi grinned. “Yes you are.” He said simply, before nipping Toshiya’s earlobe hard, causing the other man to cry out in pain.
“Why-” Toshiya began to protest, but Isshi’s tongue was already lapping at the abused flesh, his lips drawing the lobe into his mouth for a gentle suck. The bassist sighed in content and confusion, not really understanding what had caused his lover to be so harsh for a moment, but thinking it had been an accident.
If his mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Isshi would have smirked. He tightened his arms around the man in front of him, feeling around sensually for the hem of his shirt, slipping his hands under the fabric when he found it, then cruelly raking his long nails over the sensitive skin there.
Toshiya yelped, pulling his head away from the ministrations of his lover’s mouth. In response, Isshi’s nails dug slightly into the bassist’s flesh and his teeth settled on the skin at the base of Toshiya’s neck. The bassist went very still in complete confusion as to what was happening.
After a moment, the blue-haired man found enough of his voice to whisper hoarsely: “Ne… Isshi-kun… wh-what’s going on…?”
The vocalist didn’t answer, giving another nip to the other’s throat instead.
Now Toshiya was a bit afraid. This wasn’t like his lover at all! Usually Isshi was so graceful and polite. He always made sure of the bassist’s comfort and pleasure before his own. This sadistic side had never even been hinted at. The blue-haired man wasn’t sure if he liked what was happening, or if he wanted to run away and never come back. Though the way Isshi was holding him, Toshiya was fairly sure that he couldn’t get away even if he was sure that that’s what he wanted to do.
Isshi, on the other hand, was quite enjoying his lover’s confusion, and the fear he could sense rolling off of the other man was slightly intoxicating. The oni within him relished every second, every shudder of his lover, every whimper that escaped that beautiful throat, every half-protest whether verbal or physical. Every movement and every utterance was completely engraved in his mind.
Slowly, Isshi had been moving Toshiya closer to the bedroom. Now they had entered the room and the vocalist took a moment to close the door, thankful that his dogs had not come out to greet him when they had arrived. Perhaps they had noticed the predatory air around their master and escaped to their room. He had not fully released Toshiya to close the door, but now he let go of the bassist completely, waiting to see what he would do.
Toshiya turned hesitantly to face Isshi, almost afraid that he wouldn’t recognize the other man, but the only difference that the bassist could see was a feral grin on the vocalist’s lips and a gleam to his eyes, but that was enough to send Toshiya stepping back once reflexively.
Isshi grinned wider and advanced on his prey, making Toshiya step back again and again until he ran into the foot of the bed. Isshi advanced again and the bassist scrambled onto the bed to try to escape, but the other dark-haired man was upon him in an instant, making him lie spread-eagled on the bed with Isshi hovering over him, straddling his waist.
Toshiya gave out a tiny wail of fear and struggled a bit, trying to release his arms from the hold they were in, but the nails of the hands holding him down just dug into his wrists causing him to be still again. The bassist looked up at his captor in hurt confusion, wishing that this once so gentle man would explain why he had changed so much.
The hurt in Toshiya’s eyes registered in Isshi’s mind in a way that the fear and confusion had not. For a moment he returned to the gentle man that Toshiya knew and smiled kindly at him, releasing one of the bassist’s hands to stroke his face lovingly. Toshiya flinched slightly, as if he thought that he was going to be slapped or scratched by that hand, but when all Isshi did was stroke his cheek, the blue-haired man leaned into the caress, sighing happily, thinking that the strange moment had passed, and his lover had returned to him.
Isshi leaned over and kissed Toshiya on the forehead, then trailed kisses down his face to his ear to whisper to him. “I told you I was an oni, but you didn’t believe me ne? The monster wants to come out and play with you. Will you let him?”
Toshiya’s eyes flew open and looked widely at his lover as the other man drew away from his face. The slightly feral look that had taken over the vocalist’s features was still there, but it was suppressed. The bassist could tell that it was taking a lot of control to hold the demon back, but Isshi was doing it for him. Allowing him to decide whether to allow this to continue or not. But Toshiya was suddenly coming to understand that the monster, the demon… the oni… was part of his lover and had to be embraced just as every other part needed to be embraced to truly love the other man.
Even though Toshiya was still very afraid, he nodded to the other man to let him know that he was allowed to continue with what he had been doing. The bassist had no idea how he was going to explain the bites, bruises and cuts he was going to receive, but as Isshi continued, he found that once the fear was gone, he was enjoying this as much as his lover.
Isshi’s lips curled into another strange smile that the bassist had never encountered before, but he only saw it for a split second before those lips crashed into his, nearly crushing the breath from him, making him sure that he was being bruised just from the initial pressure of the other’s lips. The kiss didn’t become any gentler either. Isshi’s tongue seemed to rip his lips open and brutally claim his mouth. The hands holding his wrists down gripped him so hard that he thought that his hands would fall off from lack of blood.
Then his wrists were released and those hands were under his shirt again, running slightly sharp nails down his sides, as the violent kiss changed to a hungry one, seeming like it was trying to eat him up through his mouth. One particularly sharp nail caught on his skin and he gasped into the other’s mouth and received a bite on his lower lip for it. Toshiya was so caught up in the moment that he forgot to be afraid, finding a sort of release in being so completely dominated.
In fact, he was coming to like being forced into submission this way so much that he could feel himself stirring. He found it fascinating that being in this position turned him on so much.
Isshi noticed that his lover was beginning to enjoy his ferocity, so he gave himself over to the violent passions that had been pacing their confines for much too long. The result was a night that neither of them would forget. And Toshiya wasn’t the only one covered in scratches and bruises by the end. It seemed that the bassist was aroused enough by the vocalist’s actions, that he tried to reciprocate them a few times, but was quickly put back into a submissive position.
Isshi looked over at the man sleeping beside him and grinned possessively at him. “You belong to me and the oni now my little kitten. Sleep well, for we shall never let you go again.”
The oni was sated, for now, so Isshi gathered his lover in his arms and he quickly fell asleep that way. They could clean each other and the sheets in the morning.
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ok, so that's it for the first entry.... sorry, no lemon v.v i didn't want to write a horrible one, and i just wasn't inspired to write one..... so yeah v.v
Mika
Author: mikazuki_chan
Theme: #31 monster
Rating: R
Pairing: IsshixToshiya
Disclaimer: none of this is real, it's all in my head. i don't get paid for this either, though i think that i should >>;
Comments: well.... this is my first post here. as far as i know now, all of my stories will be connected, but they will also be oneshots, which means you can read them by themselves, or you can read them as a story. my only caution to reading them as a story at the moment is that i will not be posting these stories in any sort of chronological order. the first story is not part of this challenge, but it can be found here. everything i am writing for this challenge comes after that story, other than that, timeframes will be all over the place ^.^; anyway, enjoy!
The live was over, and so was the tour. Isshi took his place in front of the mirror and began taking his stage makeup off. No matter how natural his face looked from the audience, the amount of makeup caked on his skin felt stifling, though after enduring it for the last couple of years, the feeling was almost comforting.
The chatter and banter of his band-mates was also comforting in it’s way, a constant reminder of how close they were. At the moment, Naoran and Izumi were having a “sword” fight with q-tips. Nao was being backed into a corner, Isshi could see him reflected in the mirror, but he suddenly spun away and ran at Isshi, pretending fear.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiisshiiiiiiiiiiiii-kuuuuuuuuun.” He whined as he came and glomped onto the vocalist from behind. “Save me!”
Isshi just laughed and shrugged Nao off, earning him a pout from the other man. “Your girlfriend would save me!” The bassist huffed, watching Izumi carefully, while the drummer tried to look innocent, no doubt so that he could catch the bassist off-guard.
Isshi glared at Nao in the mirror. “Don’t call him that.” He snapped.
“Don’t call who what?” Came a seductive whisper, just off to Isshi’s right. The vocalist turned to see a tall, dark haired man smiling at him from mere feet away. Isshi was always taken by surprise at how quiet the other man could be.
Nao immediately ran behind the new person in the room. “I was saying to Isshi-kun that you would save me from Izumi-kun, since he’s trying to kill me!”
Izumi looked over at the new arrival and shrugged. “Don’t listen to him Toshiya-kun! Help me get him instead!” With that, Izumi made a jump towards Toshiya, who was still between the two combatants.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Nao yelled as he went running from behind Toshiya and out into the hallway, with Izumi in pursuit.
Toshiya laughed at the two men running down the hall before returning his attention to the vocalist who was still sitting in front of the mirror, and had now gone back to taking his makeup off. Toshiya pouted at the other man’s back, as he felt he was being ignored. Then the tall bassist decided to regain his lover’s attention in a way that couldn’t be ignored.
Isshi jumped as he suddenly had a very sexy bassist drop into his lap, making him drop the cotton swab he had been using to remove his makeup. He pretended to glare at Toshiya, but it was only half-hearted, as this was where he wanted the bassist anyway.
Toshiya wrapped himself around Isshi’s body, burying his face in the vocalist’s neck and proceeding to let out a tiny purr. Isshi laughed at the sensation and rubbed a hand down the other man’s back as if he were petting him.
“Is my kitten ready to go home then?” Isshi asked quietly into Toshiya’s hair.
Toshiya nodded a bit and giggled like a little girl.
Isshi rubbed his face against the other’s neck, purposely leaving a bit of his remaining pale foundation there, then shoved Toshiya off of his lap and grabbed another cotton ball. “Well then I need to get this makeup off.”
Toshiya sat on the floor where he had landed and pouted. “You’re so mean to me Isshi-kun!!” he whined, refusing to look at him.
Isshi grinned, showing off his teeth. “You have no idea. There’s a reason that I’m called an oni you know.”
Toshiya pouted even more. “Yes, you’re a horrible, horrible monster!”
Isshi nodded and finished removing the last of his makeup. He turned to look at Toshiya who was still sitting on the floor. “Are you still wanting to come home with a horrible, horrible monster?”
Toshiya’s face looked rebellious for a minute, but then he grinned and nodded. “Of course!” And he laughed.
Isshi just smiled and led the way out of the room, noticing that both Akiya and Shin were still in the room and giving Toshiya a pitying look. That made him smile even more, because they knew that he was not joking about the oni thing at all, even if Toshiya thought he was.
~ ~ ~
Toshiya looked around the entry to Isshi’s house. It was a very nice, simple house, which the vocalist had only bought a few months ago, not long after the two of them had started officially dating.
Toshiya giggled. He didn’t think that his band-mates actually knew that he and Isshi were dating. They probably just thought that they had a quick fuck every now and again. It’s what they expected of him as the slut of the band, wasn’t it? Well, soon he was going to break the sad news to them that he was taken, in quite a permanent sense. The bassist giggled again, imagining their faces, especially Die’s. That would be priceless!
Isshi looked over at Toshiya, who was giggling quietly in the entryway. He looked so innocent, which Isshi knew that the bassist was NOT, and it made him slightly predatory. He moved gracefully to stand behind Toshiya, placing his hands on the slightly taller man’s hips. “What’s so funny Totchi-chan?”
Toshiya stiffened and tried to glare at Isshi, which was kind of funny, given that he couldn’t really turn his head far enough to really glare at the man behind him. “Don’t call me that! It sounds silly!” Toshiya huffed.
Isshi laughed deep in his throat. “Good. I’m glad it sounds silly, because you are silly.” He nuzzled into the bassist’s neck from behind, wrapping his arms around the slender waist.
Toshiya sighed and leaned back into the embrace. “Ne… I’m not that silly…” He breathed without conviction.
Isshi grinned. “Yes you are.” He said simply, before nipping Toshiya’s earlobe hard, causing the other man to cry out in pain.
“Why-” Toshiya began to protest, but Isshi’s tongue was already lapping at the abused flesh, his lips drawing the lobe into his mouth for a gentle suck. The bassist sighed in content and confusion, not really understanding what had caused his lover to be so harsh for a moment, but thinking it had been an accident.
If his mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Isshi would have smirked. He tightened his arms around the man in front of him, feeling around sensually for the hem of his shirt, slipping his hands under the fabric when he found it, then cruelly raking his long nails over the sensitive skin there.
Toshiya yelped, pulling his head away from the ministrations of his lover’s mouth. In response, Isshi’s nails dug slightly into the bassist’s flesh and his teeth settled on the skin at the base of Toshiya’s neck. The bassist went very still in complete confusion as to what was happening.
After a moment, the blue-haired man found enough of his voice to whisper hoarsely: “Ne… Isshi-kun… wh-what’s going on…?”
The vocalist didn’t answer, giving another nip to the other’s throat instead.
Now Toshiya was a bit afraid. This wasn’t like his lover at all! Usually Isshi was so graceful and polite. He always made sure of the bassist’s comfort and pleasure before his own. This sadistic side had never even been hinted at. The blue-haired man wasn’t sure if he liked what was happening, or if he wanted to run away and never come back. Though the way Isshi was holding him, Toshiya was fairly sure that he couldn’t get away even if he was sure that that’s what he wanted to do.
Isshi, on the other hand, was quite enjoying his lover’s confusion, and the fear he could sense rolling off of the other man was slightly intoxicating. The oni within him relished every second, every shudder of his lover, every whimper that escaped that beautiful throat, every half-protest whether verbal or physical. Every movement and every utterance was completely engraved in his mind.
Slowly, Isshi had been moving Toshiya closer to the bedroom. Now they had entered the room and the vocalist took a moment to close the door, thankful that his dogs had not come out to greet him when they had arrived. Perhaps they had noticed the predatory air around their master and escaped to their room. He had not fully released Toshiya to close the door, but now he let go of the bassist completely, waiting to see what he would do.
Toshiya turned hesitantly to face Isshi, almost afraid that he wouldn’t recognize the other man, but the only difference that the bassist could see was a feral grin on the vocalist’s lips and a gleam to his eyes, but that was enough to send Toshiya stepping back once reflexively.
Isshi grinned wider and advanced on his prey, making Toshiya step back again and again until he ran into the foot of the bed. Isshi advanced again and the bassist scrambled onto the bed to try to escape, but the other dark-haired man was upon him in an instant, making him lie spread-eagled on the bed with Isshi hovering over him, straddling his waist.
Toshiya gave out a tiny wail of fear and struggled a bit, trying to release his arms from the hold they were in, but the nails of the hands holding him down just dug into his wrists causing him to be still again. The bassist looked up at his captor in hurt confusion, wishing that this once so gentle man would explain why he had changed so much.
The hurt in Toshiya’s eyes registered in Isshi’s mind in a way that the fear and confusion had not. For a moment he returned to the gentle man that Toshiya knew and smiled kindly at him, releasing one of the bassist’s hands to stroke his face lovingly. Toshiya flinched slightly, as if he thought that he was going to be slapped or scratched by that hand, but when all Isshi did was stroke his cheek, the blue-haired man leaned into the caress, sighing happily, thinking that the strange moment had passed, and his lover had returned to him.
Isshi leaned over and kissed Toshiya on the forehead, then trailed kisses down his face to his ear to whisper to him. “I told you I was an oni, but you didn’t believe me ne? The monster wants to come out and play with you. Will you let him?”
Toshiya’s eyes flew open and looked widely at his lover as the other man drew away from his face. The slightly feral look that had taken over the vocalist’s features was still there, but it was suppressed. The bassist could tell that it was taking a lot of control to hold the demon back, but Isshi was doing it for him. Allowing him to decide whether to allow this to continue or not. But Toshiya was suddenly coming to understand that the monster, the demon… the oni… was part of his lover and had to be embraced just as every other part needed to be embraced to truly love the other man.
Even though Toshiya was still very afraid, he nodded to the other man to let him know that he was allowed to continue with what he had been doing. The bassist had no idea how he was going to explain the bites, bruises and cuts he was going to receive, but as Isshi continued, he found that once the fear was gone, he was enjoying this as much as his lover.
Isshi’s lips curled into another strange smile that the bassist had never encountered before, but he only saw it for a split second before those lips crashed into his, nearly crushing the breath from him, making him sure that he was being bruised just from the initial pressure of the other’s lips. The kiss didn’t become any gentler either. Isshi’s tongue seemed to rip his lips open and brutally claim his mouth. The hands holding his wrists down gripped him so hard that he thought that his hands would fall off from lack of blood.
Then his wrists were released and those hands were under his shirt again, running slightly sharp nails down his sides, as the violent kiss changed to a hungry one, seeming like it was trying to eat him up through his mouth. One particularly sharp nail caught on his skin and he gasped into the other’s mouth and received a bite on his lower lip for it. Toshiya was so caught up in the moment that he forgot to be afraid, finding a sort of release in being so completely dominated.
In fact, he was coming to like being forced into submission this way so much that he could feel himself stirring. He found it fascinating that being in this position turned him on so much.
Isshi noticed that his lover was beginning to enjoy his ferocity, so he gave himself over to the violent passions that had been pacing their confines for much too long. The result was a night that neither of them would forget. And Toshiya wasn’t the only one covered in scratches and bruises by the end. It seemed that the bassist was aroused enough by the vocalist’s actions, that he tried to reciprocate them a few times, but was quickly put back into a submissive position.
Isshi looked over at the man sleeping beside him and grinned possessively at him. “You belong to me and the oni now my little kitten. Sleep well, for we shall never let you go again.”
The oni was sated, for now, so Isshi gathered his lover in his arms and he quickly fell asleep that way. They could clean each other and the sheets in the morning.
~ ~ ~
ok, so that's it for the first entry.... sorry, no lemon v.v i didn't want to write a horrible one, and i just wasn't inspired to write one..... so yeah v.v
Mika