Drabble batch #3
Koyama/Ohkura + Shige PG-13? - I have no idea where this came from. No really. Did someone request Koya/Ohkura? I just found it sitting in my drabbles document...
Shige doesn’t know why he always gets talked into this. It’s bad enough when he has to do it when he’s involved, let alone when it has nothing to do with him. But that’s not true. It has everything to do with him. Because when Koyama bites his lower lip and turns sad eyes on him, he can’t help but say yes.
“Fine,” he says, handing Koyama a sheaf of papers. “Your trip is booked. Here’re your confirmation numbers and your itinerary. But so help me god if you call to tell me again just how amazing the sheets felt against your back while Ohkura fucked you senseless, I will kill you.”
Koyama was silent a moment before pouting and explaining, “But Shige, I was just trying to tell you how awesome the hotel was and that you did a good job picking it out!”
“Next time, a simple thank you will be sufficient. Now go away.” But he’s kind of glad that he can make Koyama so happy. Even if the man does have no sense of tmi.
Tegoshi/Shige - R? Prompted by bananyphophany with this pic. Do I need warnings for a drabble? Probably. XD Bondage.
Sharp nails dragged down his naked back, gooseflesh rising in their wake. Then fingers wrapped around his restrained wrists and hot breath assaulted his ear in the form of a low chuckle. His neck was sore from the odd angle as he tried to keep his cheek to the floor, and his knees protested his position, tucked under him with his shoulders pressing against the ground, ass cheeks spread in what must have been an obscene way he would have thought if he could have. His whimpers were muffled by the cloth tied over his mouth as the nails resumed their trek downward. Then suddenly the fingers were at the gag, untying it, and Tegoshi worked his jaw a little bit before the man pulled up on his wrists and he rose off the floor at the pain and had his lips crushed in a harsh kiss before being shoved down again, cheek connecting roughly with the concrete.
“Shige,” he panted against the floor. “Shige.”
And then those fingers were pushing past his resistance, pressing against his prostate, and there were no more words.
Ryo/Koyama/Kame - gen PG (for language) Prompted by beltenebra (cooking) *I may possibly decide to extend this some day, or someone else can, if they'd like. XD
The three men made their preparations in companionable quiet, Kame reading off the recipe and measuring out ingredients, Ryo gleefully utilizing the food processor, and Koyama manning the stove. Koyama finished his quiet mincing and carefully tipped the contents of the chopping board into a pan and turned the heat down. The slender men moved gracefully around one another in the small space and Kame was glad Koyama hadn’t invited Kato along.
Kame looked over the recipe again, eyes halting on one small but significant detail. “Oh for the love of… what the hell, Nishikido? Two teaspoons is excessive; two tablespoons is an obscene amount of garlic. Are we trying to kill vampires by breathing on them?”
“What? Don’t be stupid. I never wrote down two tablespoons.” He moved to Kame’s side to read. “What the… Koyama…” They both turned to stare at Koyama happily sautéing said garlic in oil.
“Koyama! You take some of that out right now,” Ryo commanded.
Koyama turned to blink innocently at them, a bowl of diced onions raised over the pan. There was a moment of comic disbelief on the part of Ryo and Kame. And then he dumped them in. “What? Garlic is good for you!”
“Aaaaarrrrrgh. What part of ‘my place, my recipe’ didn’t you understand, Koyama?” Ryo fumed.
The redhead serenely flipped the onions in the pan, ignoring him.
“Why did it have to be your place, anyway?” Kame muttered. “My kitchen is bigger.”
“Ryo-chan wanted to use his new food processor,” Koyama replied, smiling indulgently at his band-mate.
When Kame thought about it, Nishikido’s face had been pretty cute as he enthusiastically diced the onions in his new toy. He shook his head. “Seriously, Koyama. That’s too much garlic.”
“Too late now!” he sang.
Kame wanted to smack the smug grin off his face.
They sat at the table, plates loaded, and took tentative bites.
“Delicious!” Koyama said, smacking his lips together.
Ryo grumbled unintelligibly but dug in with gusto.
Kame had to admit it was pretty tasty. “Well, I guess we won’t be kissing anyone for about three weeks. Thanks, Koyama. You’re lucky there’s none in my script this week.”
Koyama grinned around a mouthful of food then swallowed to say, “I guess we’ll just have to kiss each other.”
Ryo and Kame exchanged a look. “Ah,” they said in unison.
Shige doesn’t know why he always gets talked into this. It’s bad enough when he has to do it when he’s involved, let alone when it has nothing to do with him. But that’s not true. It has everything to do with him. Because when Koyama bites his lower lip and turns sad eyes on him, he can’t help but say yes.
“Fine,” he says, handing Koyama a sheaf of papers. “Your trip is booked. Here’re your confirmation numbers and your itinerary. But so help me god if you call to tell me again just how amazing the sheets felt against your back while Ohkura fucked you senseless, I will kill you.”
Koyama was silent a moment before pouting and explaining, “But Shige, I was just trying to tell you how awesome the hotel was and that you did a good job picking it out!”
“Next time, a simple thank you will be sufficient. Now go away.” But he’s kind of glad that he can make Koyama so happy. Even if the man does have no sense of tmi.
Tegoshi/Shige - R? Prompted by bananyphophany with this pic. Do I need warnings for a drabble? Probably. XD Bondage.
Sharp nails dragged down his naked back, gooseflesh rising in their wake. Then fingers wrapped around his restrained wrists and hot breath assaulted his ear in the form of a low chuckle. His neck was sore from the odd angle as he tried to keep his cheek to the floor, and his knees protested his position, tucked under him with his shoulders pressing against the ground, ass cheeks spread in what must have been an obscene way he would have thought if he could have. His whimpers were muffled by the cloth tied over his mouth as the nails resumed their trek downward. Then suddenly the fingers were at the gag, untying it, and Tegoshi worked his jaw a little bit before the man pulled up on his wrists and he rose off the floor at the pain and had his lips crushed in a harsh kiss before being shoved down again, cheek connecting roughly with the concrete.
“Shige,” he panted against the floor. “Shige.”
And then those fingers were pushing past his resistance, pressing against his prostate, and there were no more words.
Ryo/Koyama/Kame - gen PG (for language) Prompted by beltenebra (cooking) *I may possibly decide to extend this some day, or someone else can, if they'd like. XD
The three men made their preparations in companionable quiet, Kame reading off the recipe and measuring out ingredients, Ryo gleefully utilizing the food processor, and Koyama manning the stove. Koyama finished his quiet mincing and carefully tipped the contents of the chopping board into a pan and turned the heat down. The slender men moved gracefully around one another in the small space and Kame was glad Koyama hadn’t invited Kato along.
Kame looked over the recipe again, eyes halting on one small but significant detail. “Oh for the love of… what the hell, Nishikido? Two teaspoons is excessive; two tablespoons is an obscene amount of garlic. Are we trying to kill vampires by breathing on them?”
“What? Don’t be stupid. I never wrote down two tablespoons.” He moved to Kame’s side to read. “What the… Koyama…” They both turned to stare at Koyama happily sautéing said garlic in oil.
“Koyama! You take some of that out right now,” Ryo commanded.
Koyama turned to blink innocently at them, a bowl of diced onions raised over the pan. There was a moment of comic disbelief on the part of Ryo and Kame. And then he dumped them in. “What? Garlic is good for you!”
“Aaaaarrrrrgh. What part of ‘my place, my recipe’ didn’t you understand, Koyama?” Ryo fumed.
The redhead serenely flipped the onions in the pan, ignoring him.
“Why did it have to be your place, anyway?” Kame muttered. “My kitchen is bigger.”
“Ryo-chan wanted to use his new food processor,” Koyama replied, smiling indulgently at his band-mate.
When Kame thought about it, Nishikido’s face had been pretty cute as he enthusiastically diced the onions in his new toy. He shook his head. “Seriously, Koyama. That’s too much garlic.”
“Too late now!” he sang.
Kame wanted to smack the smug grin off his face.
They sat at the table, plates loaded, and took tentative bites.
“Delicious!” Koyama said, smacking his lips together.
Ryo grumbled unintelligibly but dug in with gusto.
Kame had to admit it was pretty tasty. “Well, I guess we won’t be kissing anyone for about three weeks. Thanks, Koyama. You’re lucky there’s none in my script this week.”
Koyama grinned around a mouthful of food then swallowed to say, “I guess we’ll just have to kiss each other.”
Ryo and Kame exchanged a look. “Ah,” they said in unison.