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lol, finally finished that one-shot.
ni~ya/sakito.
pwp i guess *laughs*
One deep breath.
Heavy smoke slowly filling tired lungs.
A little nicotine Shangri-La....
One look at the basisst’s knitted brows, or the way how his fingers crushed the end of his cigarette, how violently he inhaled and exhaled... it was all that was really needed to see how irritaited, not to say pissed off, he was.
His biggest urge right now was to tear his neatly packed stage clothes into shreds, to cut down his bleached blond hair, to wash off the smoked black eyeshadow that still lingered on his lids.
To stop making a complete and utter idiot out of himself...
He watched as Yomi bounced around, picking up his things, he watched as he jumped on Ruka’s back, laughing all the time, his voice strong as ever.
He watched Hitsugi smile lightly to himself as he packed his things, carefully placing each item in his bag. The shy man’s make up already carefully removed, leaving his face untouched.
Sakito was nowhere around. He left the stage before them... but didn’t appear to change, to remove his make up ...He knew better though. Sooner or later the guitarist would show up, all clean and ready to go, his hair a bit wet.
One cigarette burned down, another one ready to be lifted up to his lips.
Another drag of the smoke.
A quiet protest of the lungs...
Long legs resting on the desk, the half-filled ashtrey in one hand.
Yet again watching...
Yomi pressing his lips onto the drummers neck briefly before jumping off, both of them leaving.
Hitsugi smiling at him politely, saying his goodbye.
Only footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway.
Sitting there alone at the very moment.
Ni~ya closed his eyes, trying to calm his mad thoughts.
He failed miserably doing so, as images from not as far as 30 minutes ago flooded his mind.
“Stop that” a quiet voice made him open his eyes again.
The slightly smaller man just entered the room, his stage clothes a neat bundle under his arm.
Hair a bit disshelved, wet strands plastered to his face. Black glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
Tired brown eyes resting on his frame.
“Stop what?” he answered with a grumbled out question.
“Stop building yourself up over nothing”
How on earth did he do that anyway?
Sakito always seemed to know what was going on in the bassist’s head.
Cross that out.
Sakito always knew what was going on with everyone.
Ni~ya only shrugged his shoulders, not even moving the tiniest bit from his spot.
The smaller man came up closer, leaning in a bit, leveling their faces.
Dark eyes unreadeable.
Sakito reached out, one slender finger touching the corner of his eyes gently, then slowly travelling down his cheek.
A black line marred his skin...
The guitarist’s eyes shifitng ever so slightly as they followed his own fingers.
“Sakito” it was supposed to be an irritaited growl, while it came out just a normal call of his name.
“You know you should remove it as fast as possible”
Ni~ya shrugged his shoulders lightly, turning his gaze away.
The wall never seemed as interesting as it did now.
He stood up suddenly and walked up the mirror.
A tragic black line seeping down his cheek.
He had a perfect view of the guitarist thanks to the reflecting surface.
Sakito’s eyes never leaving his frame as he started to remove his make up.
Smearing it more at first with a cotton tab, then gradually letting his skin breath.
Bleached hair falling into his face, as he could literally feel the steady gaze.
A gaze that gave him goosebumps...
Dark eyes burning out lines on his skin...
Then Sakito turned around.
With the elegant turn, the guitarist managed to make him feel exposed all of the sudden.
His fingers shook lightly.
His eyes glued to the reflection of the slender man, tracing the outlines of the long body.
“Sakito...”
The swan like neck turned gently, showing only half of the femine face.
“Why do you look at me like this?” his voice holding more question then the one voiced out.
Thin lips pursed a bit as Sakito turned fully, slowly making his way towards the bassist.
Eyes meeting on the crystal surface of the mirror.
With each slow, greaceful step the distance between them shortening almsot painfully slow.
A warm body next to his, not touching it at all, but still close enought for Ni~ya to feel it.
Subtle palms resting on the counter, keeping the bassist between willowy arms.
“Like what....?”
Warm breath washed over his neck.
The tone of voice clouded.... one hand raising up, calloused fingers touching briefly a spot under the line of his hair.
A sweet shiver running down his spine.
Ni~ya already knew that tone.
He knew when the guitarist used it.
He knew the effect it had on people, he knew how one by one they would just fall down on their knees so Sakito would look at them with half closed lids and speak to them with that velvety voice.
He never knew though he would actually feel it’s effect.
“Ni~ya.... “
Closer.
The other’s warmth radiating through the thin layer of clothes.
“Like you want me....”
More of statement, less of a question leaving the pierced lips.
Heavy eyes boring into his, a swirl of brown as dark and steamy as only melted chocolate could get.
Those captivating eyes never left his, as Sakito placed lightly one plam on his shar shoulder, the other one leaving the counter, it’s fingertips brushing bleached hair from the basisst’s neck.
Remained locked, as thin lips barely brushed over the sensitive skin.
“Maybe becasue that’s exactly what I want...” moisty air washing over the soft surface.
He shouldn’t do it...
He shouldn’t react to the tiny, icy touch that still set his whole body ablaze.
But without thinking, he turned around, reaching out for the only slightly smaller man, one arm wrapping itself possesively around the tiny waist.
One hand burried in damp hair, pulling the beautiful face closer, claiming those thin lips that touched his skin just seconds ago.
His whole body silently screaming for the guitarist all of the sudden.
His lips moving softly, still rough, against the other’s mouth.
Sakito arched against him, tilitng his head more towards the bassist, in the need for more of him, for more of the kiss.
Ignoring the growing protest of the lungs that needed air, he opened his lips, wanting to feel more, to recive more, to gain more.
Fingers of his one hand burried in the blond strands, other caressing the smooth cheek lightly.
Capturing little grunts that were born in the back of their troaths, up to the moment when they broke apart, taking in the air rapidly.
Lips reddened, half opened.
Two sets of black eyes set on fire.
Ni~ya’s arms still wrapped around the feminine man.
Subtle fingers still touching his cheek.
Welcoming lips only inches away from his own, still radiating with that delusional, addicting taste that was purely Sakito.
Taking in large gasps of air, he closed the missing space, nibbling and pulling on the mositened tissue gently.
“Sakito...” he murmued in a haze, hearing ppl walk around the place despite the sound of his own blood rushing through the veins echoing in his ears.
“Mhm...” the gutiarst was obviously too busy remebering Ni~ya’s lips to speak with words at all.
“Door...”
Sakito opened his eyes a little bit more, brown orbs consuming with their heatened depths. He pulled at Ni~ya’s neck gently, urging the man to move with him, step by step, their hands still on their bodies, not even moving away from each other for more than an inch. Sakito grunted lightly as he bumped into the wodden surface of the door, one hand reaching out blindly to feel out the knob and the key.
Turning it twice.
Bodies pressed tight to each other, mouths opening up eagerly, discovering new sensations and emotions that acompanied each little action.
Ni~ya moved his hands finally, letting them travel up the lean back, then rest a moment at the defined shoulders. His fingers tracing the outlines of muscles that were too musuculine to match the femine smoothness of skin.
Fingertips brushing against lothes as they moved down the guitarist’s torso, making the smaller man moan lightly, and shiver under the butterfly touch. Deepening the kiss as an answer, Sakito let go of the bassist’s face for a moment, his own hand lowered, grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards... Eyes demanding and begging in the same, boring into Ni~ya’s own.
Smooth skin that would put silk to shame.
Even the slightest touch against the delightful surface seemed to burn his hands.
His fingers gently moved up, slowly getting to know the body that reacted so beautifuly to their touch.
Tracing the piercing in the belly-button, earning a little arch of the back.
Slowly moving upwards, along with the loose shirt, exposing the slender frame to his hands and the all too cold air.
Sakito’s fingers traced the lining of the kimono he was still wearing.
Brushing every now and then agianst his own skin, untill they came to a stop at the sash that still held the cloth in one place.
Slowly untieing it, making it fall in a silky puddle to hi feet.
Allowing the guitarist to place his own hands on Ni~ya’s body, to slowly push the cloth off his shoulders, almost memorizing the build of the frame with his touch.
A little grunt in the back of his troath, as he let his lips slide down to Sakito’s neck, kissing it almost hungrly, as his own hands pushed the shirt up even more.
He pulled away rapidly, shrugging the red material off his frame, then yanking Sakito’s shirt upwards , wanting the thing off this very moment.
Seemed that he wasn’t the only one....
“Saki...” his voice came out torn as his eyes seemed to drink the sight of the guitarist in front of him.
The lean body exposed for him to caress, to tuoch and kiss...
They shouldn’t be...
He shouldn’t feel like burning at the lishgtest contact.
He shouldn’t let his mind to be transfixed only on the man right in front of him, on his lips, on his eyes, taste, warmth, beauty...
All thoughts ereased as greedy lips suddenly were back on his own, as a warm body was pressed to his, long fingers moving up and down his back, warming his own skin in the end.
Closer, than he ever thought they could get...
His own hands caressing the soft tissue under his palm, sliding down to rest on Sakito’s hips, then back, to slip beneath the loose material of his trousers.
A little moan that he swalled , feeding on that gentle sound that left the guitarist insatiable lips.
Pulling his even closer, wanting to feel more of him...
Wanting him...
Stumbling backwards , mouthes ravishing necks and shoulders, hands working them up steadily, greedly touching all over heatened skin.
Working fast on belts and fastenings...
Sakito’s fingers burrying themselves in his long strands, yanking his head up.
Blazing eyes burning into his.
Telling him everything that the guitarist’s body was already telling with each brief touch, and so much more...
I want you right now
“Ni~ya....” a cloudy breath that seemed to wash not only over his ear, but through every little cell in his body, through every corner of his being.
I need you right now
His lips pressing firmly to Sakito’s neck, feeling the blood rush under his mouth.
His hands tightening on the sharp hips, as last sets of boundaries were forgotten, left somewhere behind.
Only warmth, only their touches, their kisses, their bodies together...
The world consisted of the two of them, bathed in the the soft light of lamps in the room, illuminated with a soft glow.
His senses existing only to feel the man that offered his body to him right now, to give him back the same, to make him feel the same...
Drowning in their own sighs and low grunts.
Feeling even the slightest arch of Sakito’s back, holding him as close as he could, even if for this short while.
Kisses, nibbles, licks getting more and more hazed with each second, with each synchronized move they made.
Each breath gaining more and more powers in their ears.
Their glow making them blind to anythign except themselves.
Hands clenching on strong shoulders, a leg wrapped around hips, pulling closer, tighetning it’s hold with each sensual rock.
A sudden arch of back, so strong it had to hurt.
The lovely head thrown backwards, tips of longer hair faling down in soft cascades.
Reddened lips opened in a voiceless moan.
A silvery drop of water making it’s way down subtle chin, shining in the dimned lights....
The most beautiful, intimate picutre he could have ever imagined....
His world suddenly stopped.
Freezing him and setting him ablaze in the same time.
Fingers of his one hand digging into the skin between Sakito’s shoulderbaleds, the other supporting their weight on the wooden surface, clenching on the pieces of clothes that were there...
Placing a shakey kiss on Sakito’s chest, feeling the heartbeat under his lips.
Pulling them up lightly right the next moment.
The guitarist nuzzling into his embrace, arms loosely wrapped around the his waist.
Slowly catching his breath back.
Suddenly looking all fragile and easy to break.
“Sakito...” a gentle whisper.
“Don’t....”
Don’t what...?
A small smile played upon his features.
He actually knew what Sakito meant by that...
“Saki...” a soft kiss placed to the temple “Can I hold you tonight....”
“Yes...” he felt those beautiful lips arch in a shy smile against his chest.
“Can I take you home tonight....”
“...yes....”
“...can I love you......not only tonight....”
A shiver run through both bodies.
The guitarist slowly looking up, bright eyes shining, lips quivering lightly against his own.
“.....yes.....”
ni~ya/sakito.
pwp i guess *laughs*
One deep breath.
Heavy smoke slowly filling tired lungs.
A little nicotine Shangri-La....
One look at the basisst’s knitted brows, or the way how his fingers crushed the end of his cigarette, how violently he inhaled and exhaled... it was all that was really needed to see how irritaited, not to say pissed off, he was.
His biggest urge right now was to tear his neatly packed stage clothes into shreds, to cut down his bleached blond hair, to wash off the smoked black eyeshadow that still lingered on his lids.
To stop making a complete and utter idiot out of himself...
He watched as Yomi bounced around, picking up his things, he watched as he jumped on Ruka’s back, laughing all the time, his voice strong as ever.
He watched Hitsugi smile lightly to himself as he packed his things, carefully placing each item in his bag. The shy man’s make up already carefully removed, leaving his face untouched.
Sakito was nowhere around. He left the stage before them... but didn’t appear to change, to remove his make up ...He knew better though. Sooner or later the guitarist would show up, all clean and ready to go, his hair a bit wet.
One cigarette burned down, another one ready to be lifted up to his lips.
Another drag of the smoke.
A quiet protest of the lungs...
Long legs resting on the desk, the half-filled ashtrey in one hand.
Yet again watching...
Yomi pressing his lips onto the drummers neck briefly before jumping off, both of them leaving.
Hitsugi smiling at him politely, saying his goodbye.
Only footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway.
Sitting there alone at the very moment.
Ni~ya closed his eyes, trying to calm his mad thoughts.
He failed miserably doing so, as images from not as far as 30 minutes ago flooded his mind.
“Stop that” a quiet voice made him open his eyes again.
The slightly smaller man just entered the room, his stage clothes a neat bundle under his arm.
Hair a bit disshelved, wet strands plastered to his face. Black glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
Tired brown eyes resting on his frame.
“Stop what?” he answered with a grumbled out question.
“Stop building yourself up over nothing”
How on earth did he do that anyway?
Sakito always seemed to know what was going on in the bassist’s head.
Cross that out.
Sakito always knew what was going on with everyone.
Ni~ya only shrugged his shoulders, not even moving the tiniest bit from his spot.
The smaller man came up closer, leaning in a bit, leveling their faces.
Dark eyes unreadeable.
Sakito reached out, one slender finger touching the corner of his eyes gently, then slowly travelling down his cheek.
A black line marred his skin...
The guitarist’s eyes shifitng ever so slightly as they followed his own fingers.
“Sakito” it was supposed to be an irritaited growl, while it came out just a normal call of his name.
“You know you should remove it as fast as possible”
Ni~ya shrugged his shoulders lightly, turning his gaze away.
The wall never seemed as interesting as it did now.
He stood up suddenly and walked up the mirror.
A tragic black line seeping down his cheek.
He had a perfect view of the guitarist thanks to the reflecting surface.
Sakito’s eyes never leaving his frame as he started to remove his make up.
Smearing it more at first with a cotton tab, then gradually letting his skin breath.
Bleached hair falling into his face, as he could literally feel the steady gaze.
A gaze that gave him goosebumps...
Dark eyes burning out lines on his skin...
Then Sakito turned around.
With the elegant turn, the guitarist managed to make him feel exposed all of the sudden.
His fingers shook lightly.
His eyes glued to the reflection of the slender man, tracing the outlines of the long body.
“Sakito...”
The swan like neck turned gently, showing only half of the femine face.
“Why do you look at me like this?” his voice holding more question then the one voiced out.
Thin lips pursed a bit as Sakito turned fully, slowly making his way towards the bassist.
Eyes meeting on the crystal surface of the mirror.
With each slow, greaceful step the distance between them shortening almsot painfully slow.
A warm body next to his, not touching it at all, but still close enought for Ni~ya to feel it.
Subtle palms resting on the counter, keeping the bassist between willowy arms.
“Like what....?”
Warm breath washed over his neck.
The tone of voice clouded.... one hand raising up, calloused fingers touching briefly a spot under the line of his hair.
A sweet shiver running down his spine.
Ni~ya already knew that tone.
He knew when the guitarist used it.
He knew the effect it had on people, he knew how one by one they would just fall down on their knees so Sakito would look at them with half closed lids and speak to them with that velvety voice.
He never knew though he would actually feel it’s effect.
“Ni~ya.... “
Closer.
The other’s warmth radiating through the thin layer of clothes.
“Like you want me....”
More of statement, less of a question leaving the pierced lips.
Heavy eyes boring into his, a swirl of brown as dark and steamy as only melted chocolate could get.
Those captivating eyes never left his, as Sakito placed lightly one plam on his shar shoulder, the other one leaving the counter, it’s fingertips brushing bleached hair from the basisst’s neck.
Remained locked, as thin lips barely brushed over the sensitive skin.
“Maybe becasue that’s exactly what I want...” moisty air washing over the soft surface.
He shouldn’t do it...
He shouldn’t react to the tiny, icy touch that still set his whole body ablaze.
But without thinking, he turned around, reaching out for the only slightly smaller man, one arm wrapping itself possesively around the tiny waist.
One hand burried in damp hair, pulling the beautiful face closer, claiming those thin lips that touched his skin just seconds ago.
His whole body silently screaming for the guitarist all of the sudden.
His lips moving softly, still rough, against the other’s mouth.
Sakito arched against him, tilitng his head more towards the bassist, in the need for more of him, for more of the kiss.
Ignoring the growing protest of the lungs that needed air, he opened his lips, wanting to feel more, to recive more, to gain more.
Fingers of his one hand burried in the blond strands, other caressing the smooth cheek lightly.
Capturing little grunts that were born in the back of their troaths, up to the moment when they broke apart, taking in the air rapidly.
Lips reddened, half opened.
Two sets of black eyes set on fire.
Ni~ya’s arms still wrapped around the feminine man.
Subtle fingers still touching his cheek.
Welcoming lips only inches away from his own, still radiating with that delusional, addicting taste that was purely Sakito.
Taking in large gasps of air, he closed the missing space, nibbling and pulling on the mositened tissue gently.
“Sakito...” he murmued in a haze, hearing ppl walk around the place despite the sound of his own blood rushing through the veins echoing in his ears.
“Mhm...” the gutiarst was obviously too busy remebering Ni~ya’s lips to speak with words at all.
“Door...”
Sakito opened his eyes a little bit more, brown orbs consuming with their heatened depths. He pulled at Ni~ya’s neck gently, urging the man to move with him, step by step, their hands still on their bodies, not even moving away from each other for more than an inch. Sakito grunted lightly as he bumped into the wodden surface of the door, one hand reaching out blindly to feel out the knob and the key.
Turning it twice.
Bodies pressed tight to each other, mouths opening up eagerly, discovering new sensations and emotions that acompanied each little action.
Ni~ya moved his hands finally, letting them travel up the lean back, then rest a moment at the defined shoulders. His fingers tracing the outlines of muscles that were too musuculine to match the femine smoothness of skin.
Fingertips brushing against lothes as they moved down the guitarist’s torso, making the smaller man moan lightly, and shiver under the butterfly touch. Deepening the kiss as an answer, Sakito let go of the bassist’s face for a moment, his own hand lowered, grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards... Eyes demanding and begging in the same, boring into Ni~ya’s own.
Smooth skin that would put silk to shame.
Even the slightest touch against the delightful surface seemed to burn his hands.
His fingers gently moved up, slowly getting to know the body that reacted so beautifuly to their touch.
Tracing the piercing in the belly-button, earning a little arch of the back.
Slowly moving upwards, along with the loose shirt, exposing the slender frame to his hands and the all too cold air.
Sakito’s fingers traced the lining of the kimono he was still wearing.
Brushing every now and then agianst his own skin, untill they came to a stop at the sash that still held the cloth in one place.
Slowly untieing it, making it fall in a silky puddle to hi feet.
Allowing the guitarist to place his own hands on Ni~ya’s body, to slowly push the cloth off his shoulders, almost memorizing the build of the frame with his touch.
A little grunt in the back of his troath, as he let his lips slide down to Sakito’s neck, kissing it almost hungrly, as his own hands pushed the shirt up even more.
He pulled away rapidly, shrugging the red material off his frame, then yanking Sakito’s shirt upwards , wanting the thing off this very moment.
Seemed that he wasn’t the only one....
“Saki...” his voice came out torn as his eyes seemed to drink the sight of the guitarist in front of him.
The lean body exposed for him to caress, to tuoch and kiss...
They shouldn’t be...
He shouldn’t feel like burning at the lishgtest contact.
He shouldn’t let his mind to be transfixed only on the man right in front of him, on his lips, on his eyes, taste, warmth, beauty...
All thoughts ereased as greedy lips suddenly were back on his own, as a warm body was pressed to his, long fingers moving up and down his back, warming his own skin in the end.
Closer, than he ever thought they could get...
His own hands caressing the soft tissue under his palm, sliding down to rest on Sakito’s hips, then back, to slip beneath the loose material of his trousers.
A little moan that he swalled , feeding on that gentle sound that left the guitarist insatiable lips.
Pulling his even closer, wanting to feel more of him...
Wanting him...
Stumbling backwards , mouthes ravishing necks and shoulders, hands working them up steadily, greedly touching all over heatened skin.
Working fast on belts and fastenings...
Sakito’s fingers burrying themselves in his long strands, yanking his head up.
Blazing eyes burning into his.
Telling him everything that the guitarist’s body was already telling with each brief touch, and so much more...
I want you right now
“Ni~ya....” a cloudy breath that seemed to wash not only over his ear, but through every little cell in his body, through every corner of his being.
I need you right now
His lips pressing firmly to Sakito’s neck, feeling the blood rush under his mouth.
His hands tightening on the sharp hips, as last sets of boundaries were forgotten, left somewhere behind.
Only warmth, only their touches, their kisses, their bodies together...
The world consisted of the two of them, bathed in the the soft light of lamps in the room, illuminated with a soft glow.
His senses existing only to feel the man that offered his body to him right now, to give him back the same, to make him feel the same...
Drowning in their own sighs and low grunts.
Feeling even the slightest arch of Sakito’s back, holding him as close as he could, even if for this short while.
Kisses, nibbles, licks getting more and more hazed with each second, with each synchronized move they made.
Each breath gaining more and more powers in their ears.
Their glow making them blind to anythign except themselves.
Hands clenching on strong shoulders, a leg wrapped around hips, pulling closer, tighetning it’s hold with each sensual rock.
A sudden arch of back, so strong it had to hurt.
The lovely head thrown backwards, tips of longer hair faling down in soft cascades.
Reddened lips opened in a voiceless moan.
A silvery drop of water making it’s way down subtle chin, shining in the dimned lights....
The most beautiful, intimate picutre he could have ever imagined....
His world suddenly stopped.
Freezing him and setting him ablaze in the same time.
Fingers of his one hand digging into the skin between Sakito’s shoulderbaleds, the other supporting their weight on the wooden surface, clenching on the pieces of clothes that were there...
Placing a shakey kiss on Sakito’s chest, feeling the heartbeat under his lips.
Pulling them up lightly right the next moment.
The guitarist nuzzling into his embrace, arms loosely wrapped around the his waist.
Slowly catching his breath back.
Suddenly looking all fragile and easy to break.
“Sakito...” a gentle whisper.
“Don’t....”
Don’t what...?
A small smile played upon his features.
He actually knew what Sakito meant by that...
“Saki...” a soft kiss placed to the temple “Can I hold you tonight....”
“Yes...” he felt those beautiful lips arch in a shy smile against his chest.
“Can I take you home tonight....”
“...yes....”
“...can I love you......not only tonight....”
A shiver run through both bodies.
The guitarist slowly looking up, bright eyes shining, lips quivering lightly against his own.
“.....yes.....”