Drabble Batch 13
This is... a random batch. XD
"126 words on why Tegoshi wants to drop Koyama into the ocean" for Cait and Misa. XD - G
Koyama thinks he hides it well, his sneaky streak. Tegoshi knows better. Tegoshi has sacrificed a lot for Koyama, taken the blame for him countless times. Half of Tegoshi's pranks aren't Tegoshi's at all, but Koyama's, and Tegoshi is tired of being a pawn. He hates having to smile sweetly and shrug off the blame when yet another friend gets irritated by one of Koyama's jokes. "But you're so cute," Koyama would always coo. "You can get away with it and I can't. It only makes sense for you to do them for me. They're funny, right?" While Tegoshi agrees that some of them are funny, he hates being the only person who believes himself when he tries to tell anyone what Koyama really is like.
TegoMasu for Cait. Gotta show her how it's done >.> - R
Tegoshi stares at Massu, pushes up against him and laughs throatily against his neck.
"T-Tegoshi?" Massu stutters, his voice an octave higher than usual.
In response, Tegoshi palms his half-hard cock through his pants and nuzzles the underside of Massu's jaw.
"Go on, then, I know you want it."
"Tegoshi... I..."
Tegoshi pulled away to look him in the eyes, saw the uncertainty and indecision in them and smiled. "All right then. I'll do it for you..."
TegoMasu + Pi for Zoe. - NC-17
Yamashita is tired. Bone-tired. So tired he could collapse right here in the hall and not get up for eight hours. But then he'd be all sore and cranky when he woke up to someone, probably Ryo, kicking him in the ribs, so he drags himself up to his door in the villa and turns the handle. If he'd been aurally aware at all, he'd have stopped about 10 feet sooner. But he hadn't, and when he pushes the door open a bit, the sounds hit him like a train. Cacophany of sweet, high moans and low, throaty sighs, skin slapping against skin in a mesmerizing rhythm and the sudden wild thumping of his own heart in his ears as he took in the sight.
Massu pinning Tegoshi against the wall, naked skin glossy in the dim lights and Yamashita can't keep himself from staring at Massu's straining biceps as he cupped Tegoshi's ass, or his legs and tight ass as he thrust into Tegoshi. Tegoshi's legs clenched around Massu's waist and Yamashita had the biggest urge to just bite the man's thighs they looked so delicious. He felt his hand drift to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants as Tegoshi tried desperately to be quiet and failed, worried his bottom lip between his teeth and furrowed his brow.
A spasm passes through Yamashita and he realizes where he is and what he's doing and he quickly steps back, shuts the door, and moves one to the right. He doesn't know where the energy comes from but the faintest noises from the next room and the knowledge that they are right up against this wall get him far enough to orgasm that not finishing is no longer an option.
He cleans himself up without moving from his bed and slips down under the sheets. Right now he's too tired and sleep sucks at him, eating his thoughts. But tomorrow. Tomorrow. He's going to…
RyoMassu - stars for Misa - G
The night air was chill and they sat close, shoulder-to-shoulder, sharing body heat as they leaned back on their hands to look up into the sky. The atmosphere was a little tight, still tense even after the hour drive to get here, and Ryo sighed to himself and nudged Massu's shoulder.
"Did you know…" he prompted.
Massu was silent a moment, thinking, Ryo knew. And when he began speaking, Ryo wasn't really listening to the words, just to the sounds they made, echoing in the open space around them. He'd heard the star lore for Orion a hundred times - it was Massu's favorite constellation and he knew all the stories for all the different countries even.
Ryo just wanted to hear him talk about something he loved.
When Massu finished the story, Ryo nodded to himself. "Even if you can't get into the science program to become an astronaut," he started, then stopped to clear his throat. "They can't take away the stars, right?" he finished gruffly.
At Massu's prolonged silence, Ryo glanced over at him to find him smiling for the first time in two days.
"No," he replied quietly. "I suppose not." And he lay back on the ground, tugging Ryo to lie beside him as they watched the sky and shivered.
KoyaShige Fahrenheit 451 crossover - G Look, I have NO idea where this came from I'm serious. XD I just suddenly wanted it.
Shige swears he's been through hell, leaving his life in ruins behind him, all because of one damn book. He wanted to hate it, to blame its existence for his overwhelming adoration that led him to give up everything just to save it. He traveled by foot for weeks, starving, burning up in the summer sun with a throat and mouth as dry as sandpaper. He's busy trying to cry in frustration and self-defeat (the tears just won't come, he's so dried out) when they find him, lift him gently and he can't figure out why they're being so kind if they're just going to kill him. His dry, racking sobs continue until he passes out.
He's surprised he comes to. Honestly, he'd thought he'd had it back there in the dust and filth, but he was clean and hydrated, though his lips feel rough, and surrounded by people. With concerned faces. Where the hell is he? Is this some sort of elaborate torture? He tears up (one part of his brain notes that there are actual tears this time) and his lip starts to tremble because he's just so damned tired of running.
"Are you okay?" a woman asks him gently.
"Are you going to kill me?"
She blinks at him in confusion. "No! We've saved you, why would we kill you?"
He had to admit that was a valid questions and he stuttered something about torture and punishment and then she laughed, patting him gently. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh. It's just that you have a very active imagination. We like that here."
She tells him this is one of many camps of travelling books.
"Books?" he asks in excited disbelief. "Here?"
"Of course," she replies, and smiles. "I'm Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales."
"I'm sorry?"
"I have it memorized. Everyone here is a book. Until the day we can safely put them on paper, we will carry them in our memories."
"I think," he says, and glances around furtively before turning back to her, "that I might be a book too."
"We were hoping so," she replies, smiling warmly.
His memory isn't perfect, but they have methods of drawing it out of him and he is sequestered for weeks with just a few people for company until he can recite it perfectly every day for a week. At the end, they have a bonfire celebration and start it off by christening him with his new name, and everyone lifts their drink and shouts his new name: "Les Miserables."
Everyone is kind and thoughtful, but Shige is drawn to one man, though too shy to approach him. He seems intelligent, benevolent, beautiful. He's always patiently speaking with the children whenever Shige does see him, which isn't too often because Shige works mostly with others.
Still, his eyes are always drawn to him, and one night at a naming ceremony he's so busy watching him that he doesn't realize they're face-to-face until the man is grinning at him, foxy features lit by the central fire and hair reflecting the flames, and Shige just gapes helplessly at him.
"Les Mis?" the man asks, probably the second time, from his tone, and Shige clears his throat.
"Yes," he squeaks, then tries again, getting it down to his regular register. He doesn't know what to say, can't think with him so close. "Who are you?" he blurts, because he's never asked anyone, too shy to do so.
The man blushes prettily and looks down at his feet before looking back up and blinking shyly. Shige waits with baited breath. It'll be something classic, something beautiful both in telling and in name, to match this man. The Talisman perhaps, or maybe A Midsummer Night's Dream. He opens his mouth and Shige leans forward imperceptibly in anticipation.
"I," he says shyly, "am 'The Very Hungry Caterpillar.' But every calls me 'Cap.'"
Shige blinks in confusion. "The Very Hungry Caterpillar," he repeats.
The man nods and smiles. "Cap."
"I see." Ah well. He's still benevolent and beautiful, Shige tells himself. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me your story?"
Cap blushes again and looks down, scuffs his shoe against the dirt and looks up through his lashes coyly. "K."
"126 words on why Tegoshi wants to drop Koyama into the ocean" for Cait and Misa. XD - G
Koyama thinks he hides it well, his sneaky streak. Tegoshi knows better. Tegoshi has sacrificed a lot for Koyama, taken the blame for him countless times. Half of Tegoshi's pranks aren't Tegoshi's at all, but Koyama's, and Tegoshi is tired of being a pawn. He hates having to smile sweetly and shrug off the blame when yet another friend gets irritated by one of Koyama's jokes. "But you're so cute," Koyama would always coo. "You can get away with it and I can't. It only makes sense for you to do them for me. They're funny, right?" While Tegoshi agrees that some of them are funny, he hates being the only person who believes himself when he tries to tell anyone what Koyama really is like.
TegoMasu for Cait. Gotta show her how it's done >.> - R
Tegoshi stares at Massu, pushes up against him and laughs throatily against his neck.
"T-Tegoshi?" Massu stutters, his voice an octave higher than usual.
In response, Tegoshi palms his half-hard cock through his pants and nuzzles the underside of Massu's jaw.
"Go on, then, I know you want it."
"Tegoshi... I..."
Tegoshi pulled away to look him in the eyes, saw the uncertainty and indecision in them and smiled. "All right then. I'll do it for you..."
TegoMasu + Pi for Zoe. - NC-17
Yamashita is tired. Bone-tired. So tired he could collapse right here in the hall and not get up for eight hours. But then he'd be all sore and cranky when he woke up to someone, probably Ryo, kicking him in the ribs, so he drags himself up to his door in the villa and turns the handle. If he'd been aurally aware at all, he'd have stopped about 10 feet sooner. But he hadn't, and when he pushes the door open a bit, the sounds hit him like a train. Cacophany of sweet, high moans and low, throaty sighs, skin slapping against skin in a mesmerizing rhythm and the sudden wild thumping of his own heart in his ears as he took in the sight.
Massu pinning Tegoshi against the wall, naked skin glossy in the dim lights and Yamashita can't keep himself from staring at Massu's straining biceps as he cupped Tegoshi's ass, or his legs and tight ass as he thrust into Tegoshi. Tegoshi's legs clenched around Massu's waist and Yamashita had the biggest urge to just bite the man's thighs they looked so delicious. He felt his hand drift to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants as Tegoshi tried desperately to be quiet and failed, worried his bottom lip between his teeth and furrowed his brow.
A spasm passes through Yamashita and he realizes where he is and what he's doing and he quickly steps back, shuts the door, and moves one to the right. He doesn't know where the energy comes from but the faintest noises from the next room and the knowledge that they are right up against this wall get him far enough to orgasm that not finishing is no longer an option.
He cleans himself up without moving from his bed and slips down under the sheets. Right now he's too tired and sleep sucks at him, eating his thoughts. But tomorrow. Tomorrow. He's going to…
RyoMassu - stars for Misa - G
The night air was chill and they sat close, shoulder-to-shoulder, sharing body heat as they leaned back on their hands to look up into the sky. The atmosphere was a little tight, still tense even after the hour drive to get here, and Ryo sighed to himself and nudged Massu's shoulder.
"Did you know…" he prompted.
Massu was silent a moment, thinking, Ryo knew. And when he began speaking, Ryo wasn't really listening to the words, just to the sounds they made, echoing in the open space around them. He'd heard the star lore for Orion a hundred times - it was Massu's favorite constellation and he knew all the stories for all the different countries even.
Ryo just wanted to hear him talk about something he loved.
When Massu finished the story, Ryo nodded to himself. "Even if you can't get into the science program to become an astronaut," he started, then stopped to clear his throat. "They can't take away the stars, right?" he finished gruffly.
At Massu's prolonged silence, Ryo glanced over at him to find him smiling for the first time in two days.
"No," he replied quietly. "I suppose not." And he lay back on the ground, tugging Ryo to lie beside him as they watched the sky and shivered.
KoyaShige Fahrenheit 451 crossover - G Look, I have NO idea where this came from I'm serious. XD I just suddenly wanted it.
Shige swears he's been through hell, leaving his life in ruins behind him, all because of one damn book. He wanted to hate it, to blame its existence for his overwhelming adoration that led him to give up everything just to save it. He traveled by foot for weeks, starving, burning up in the summer sun with a throat and mouth as dry as sandpaper. He's busy trying to cry in frustration and self-defeat (the tears just won't come, he's so dried out) when they find him, lift him gently and he can't figure out why they're being so kind if they're just going to kill him. His dry, racking sobs continue until he passes out.
He's surprised he comes to. Honestly, he'd thought he'd had it back there in the dust and filth, but he was clean and hydrated, though his lips feel rough, and surrounded by people. With concerned faces. Where the hell is he? Is this some sort of elaborate torture? He tears up (one part of his brain notes that there are actual tears this time) and his lip starts to tremble because he's just so damned tired of running.
"Are you okay?" a woman asks him gently.
"Are you going to kill me?"
She blinks at him in confusion. "No! We've saved you, why would we kill you?"
He had to admit that was a valid questions and he stuttered something about torture and punishment and then she laughed, patting him gently. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh. It's just that you have a very active imagination. We like that here."
She tells him this is one of many camps of travelling books.
"Books?" he asks in excited disbelief. "Here?"
"Of course," she replies, and smiles. "I'm Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales."
"I'm sorry?"
"I have it memorized. Everyone here is a book. Until the day we can safely put them on paper, we will carry them in our memories."
"I think," he says, and glances around furtively before turning back to her, "that I might be a book too."
"We were hoping so," she replies, smiling warmly.
His memory isn't perfect, but they have methods of drawing it out of him and he is sequestered for weeks with just a few people for company until he can recite it perfectly every day for a week. At the end, they have a bonfire celebration and start it off by christening him with his new name, and everyone lifts their drink and shouts his new name: "Les Miserables."
Everyone is kind and thoughtful, but Shige is drawn to one man, though too shy to approach him. He seems intelligent, benevolent, beautiful. He's always patiently speaking with the children whenever Shige does see him, which isn't too often because Shige works mostly with others.
Still, his eyes are always drawn to him, and one night at a naming ceremony he's so busy watching him that he doesn't realize they're face-to-face until the man is grinning at him, foxy features lit by the central fire and hair reflecting the flames, and Shige just gapes helplessly at him.
"Les Mis?" the man asks, probably the second time, from his tone, and Shige clears his throat.
"Yes," he squeaks, then tries again, getting it down to his regular register. He doesn't know what to say, can't think with him so close. "Who are you?" he blurts, because he's never asked anyone, too shy to do so.
The man blushes prettily and looks down at his feet before looking back up and blinking shyly. Shige waits with baited breath. It'll be something classic, something beautiful both in telling and in name, to match this man. The Talisman perhaps, or maybe A Midsummer Night's Dream. He opens his mouth and Shige leans forward imperceptibly in anticipation.
"I," he says shyly, "am 'The Very Hungry Caterpillar.' But every calls me 'Cap.'"
Shige blinks in confusion. "The Very Hungry Caterpillar," he repeats.
The man nods and smiles. "Cap."
"I see." Ah well. He's still benevolent and beautiful, Shige tells himself. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me your story?"
Cap blushes again and looks down, scuffs his shoe against the dirt and looks up through his lashes coyly. "K."