... *brainbreakage* XDDD;;;;
... Okay. The lack of Arai fics around is making me itch, and besides that LJ memories has died again. *arghs* I DID NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. >>;;; DAMN YOU, LJ. ... Okay. *deep breath* Okay.
Title: Dressing Room Etiquette
Fandom: TeniPuri
Pairing: Jin/Arai (or is it Arai/Jin? *snicker*)
Summary: Much ado about nothing? Poor, poor Jin. *evil smirk*
"Give it back."
"No."
Jin snarled softly under his breath. "I think you've misunderstood something." Yellow eyes glared venomously down into brown ones that simply refused to flinch. A pale hand shot out, snakelike, and grasped the dark chin, ignoring the way it caught and pulled painfully at strands of hair as Arai's face was forced upward. "You don't have a choice."
Jin's customary smirk spread over his face for all of about two seconds before it slipped off, melted away by the fact that Arai had both hands on his wrist, and, although having great difficulty, was slowly but surely prizing his fingers from the curve beneath his throat. "I... don't... think... so." A sneer lay hidden just behind the shadows at the corner of his lips. With something that was almost a moan of rage, Jin surged forward with all his limbs gathered in one motion as though moved by an invisible puppeteer, and Arai winced as he was slammed back against the glass.
Both of them totally ignored the stares of the other patrons, the uneasy glances of passersby on the street outside the little restaurant.
"Give it to me," whispered Jin, fiercely. "Give it to me now, if you value your life."
"Heeehh," Arai wheezed out around constricting fingers, and had the gall to grin outright. "You think I'm afraid of you?" He kicked out, but Jin merely deflected it with one deft, dismissive motion of his arm.
No, it wasn't fear in those hateful eyes (when had that disappeared?), Jin thought, but what did he care what it was? It seemed he had gone too long without reminding this small fry who was in charge, and perhaps it was time to reinstill the fear of Akutsu Jin in him. Scarcely had he thought this when the one in his hands suddenly slipped out of them, or so it seemed--his grip couldn't have slackened, he was never that inattentive--darted up and nipped at his lower lip in a fey, mischievous flash.
They stood there staring at one another, Jin's fingers still loosely twined, but now somewhere around the vicinity of Arai's collarbone.
And finally, at long last, Arai brought out the hand that had been stuffed into his jeans the entire time, revealing a very crumpled, blue tie. He reached up and draped it around Jin's neck--the latter was still immobile--then quickly rearranged and buttoned up the shirt that had slid halfway down one muscle-carven pale shoulder, his movements marked with mock-delicacy.
"If you didn't want help with the tie, Jin, you should have said so."
Oh, he liked it that the demon still couldn't get the flush off his face.
ende
Started: July 14, 2005
Finished: July 14, 2005
I probably should explain that prior to this: Arai sees Jin with tie. Arai offers to 'help' and this results in molestation by excuse of tie. Jin snaps and Arai plays keep-away. XDXD Is it too subtle?
Written at work, and therefore not at all up to usual standards. Ah, well. Crack needs no excuses! :D
YAY CRACK. This just further proves I need to be institutionalized. Ought I to post it to the comms...? >D
Title: Dressing Room Etiquette
Fandom: TeniPuri
Pairing: Jin/Arai (or is it Arai/Jin? *snicker*)
Summary: Much ado about nothing? Poor, poor Jin. *evil smirk*
"Give it back."
"No."
Jin snarled softly under his breath. "I think you've misunderstood something." Yellow eyes glared venomously down into brown ones that simply refused to flinch. A pale hand shot out, snakelike, and grasped the dark chin, ignoring the way it caught and pulled painfully at strands of hair as Arai's face was forced upward. "You don't have a choice."
Jin's customary smirk spread over his face for all of about two seconds before it slipped off, melted away by the fact that Arai had both hands on his wrist, and, although having great difficulty, was slowly but surely prizing his fingers from the curve beneath his throat. "I... don't... think... so." A sneer lay hidden just behind the shadows at the corner of his lips. With something that was almost a moan of rage, Jin surged forward with all his limbs gathered in one motion as though moved by an invisible puppeteer, and Arai winced as he was slammed back against the glass.
Both of them totally ignored the stares of the other patrons, the uneasy glances of passersby on the street outside the little restaurant.
"Give it to me," whispered Jin, fiercely. "Give it to me now, if you value your life."
"Heeehh," Arai wheezed out around constricting fingers, and had the gall to grin outright. "You think I'm afraid of you?" He kicked out, but Jin merely deflected it with one deft, dismissive motion of his arm.
No, it wasn't fear in those hateful eyes (when had that disappeared?), Jin thought, but what did he care what it was? It seemed he had gone too long without reminding this small fry who was in charge, and perhaps it was time to reinstill the fear of Akutsu Jin in him. Scarcely had he thought this when the one in his hands suddenly slipped out of them, or so it seemed--his grip couldn't have slackened, he was never that inattentive--darted up and nipped at his lower lip in a fey, mischievous flash.
They stood there staring at one another, Jin's fingers still loosely twined, but now somewhere around the vicinity of Arai's collarbone.
And finally, at long last, Arai brought out the hand that had been stuffed into his jeans the entire time, revealing a very crumpled, blue tie. He reached up and draped it around Jin's neck--the latter was still immobile--then quickly rearranged and buttoned up the shirt that had slid halfway down one muscle-carven pale shoulder, his movements marked with mock-delicacy.
"If you didn't want help with the tie, Jin, you should have said so."
Oh, he liked it that the demon still couldn't get the flush off his face.
ende
Started: July 14, 2005
Finished: July 14, 2005
I probably should explain that prior to this: Arai sees Jin with tie. Arai offers to 'help' and this results in molestation by excuse of tie. Jin snaps and Arai plays keep-away. XDXD Is it too subtle?
Written at work, and therefore not at all up to usual standards. Ah, well. Crack needs no excuses! :D
YAY CRACK. This just further proves I need to be institutionalized. Ought I to post it to the comms...? >D