[ ADVENT CALENDAR / event / PG / prompts, fanfiction, fanart ]
I thought of this idea while talking to dreams, and decided we're going to do an Advent Calendar event! [So that we have a good motivator to push us to write.] So from now till January 1, we're going to all try to do as many little prizes for each other as possible. Each day will have a different word prompt, and hopefully more than one person does
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Ten long years had passed since he’d last seen his lover. Ten years of friendship, of brotherhood. Ten years of enjoying each other’s company during cool nights and warm days, not the other way around. Ten years of puri kura sessions with themselves and other members of their family, of late nights of working together on assignments and Saturday evenings sharing a tub of ice cream while mashing the buttons of the PS3, playing an American FPS game. Ten years of hanging out and acting like the young men they couldn’t be, drag racing and drinking, of acting like total idiots and hanging out with boys thousands of years their junior. Those ten years had been spent accommodating to the changing times and seeing the world the way the new generation did, melting their minds with heavy rock and destroying the senses with alcohol, swaying to the waves of time and buffeted by the storms of politics and a nation’s duty. It was their duty to understand the people, after all.
The moon had changed phases when they’d least expected it.
Shinjuku nights were notorious for the sleaze behind neon-lit doors, beneath incongruous signs in the window. It was of waterfalls of long, neon signs of screams colors and characters; it shrieked music and panted hotly as people passed in and out of it like an angry swell of ants. Shinjuku was a beast domesticated for the everyday man’s use, and they milked it almost bone dry, sucking greedily and poisoning themselves in the heat and the touch of bodies in the bars, the nightclubs, the offices. Sirens beckoned wary men into their bars and sucked them dry; it brought out the best and worst of people. And for the night they were together, he decided to take them there. The stars had been swallowed by light pollution and the moon hid behind a veil of clouds like a reticent young lady. For their plans tonight, the moon need not concern itself with them.
An excited young man with perfect features dragged along a younger and just as handsome abductee in his wake, ponytail breezing behind as they dodged and whipped around the indignant and the drunk, the fresh and the soiled. The shorter, younger one with the symmetrical and short black hair could only laugh for he forgot himself tonight. His brother was someone he had come to enjoy being around despite feelings from the past. Tonight, as on many nights and days, they were like anyone else: fresh, eager and ready for the world. Nations in disguise, on the run from reason and responsibility.
“This place looks good~aru!” Yao said in Japanese, the younger coming to a wobbly halt besides him. Before them stood the entrance to what would seem to be a shady izakaya, a working man’s bar. But, Yao being Yao, knew better. He knew Tokyo long enough to know what was what, even the constantly changing façade of the Roppongi district. Kiku could say more or less the same about Beijing and Shanghai.
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Scores of men sat around wavering tables, countless glasses of booze raised to countless lips. The tables wobbled and blarbed like tangles of amoeba, everything draped in black. The ceiling shone with chandeliers of dizzying sizes, casting irregular glows over the patrons. A recessed upper level encompassed the large establishment and a sheet of glass shielded the bar from private drinking areas within. Pumping bars shot up and down on this glass as jazzy music played, wafting around them like stale cigarette smoke. Several mini bars sat smack dab in the middle of the cacophony of conversing voices, skimpy hostesses balancing trays of alcohol that caught the light like precious gems. Everything solid was black and green neon, aside from the humans who captured the shades of the light around them. It was like being surrounded by aliens and that they had been abducted aboard a spaceship.
A hostess in a short black skirt and a thin white shirt that dipped down to her endowments sashayed over to them, curling a tendril of hair behind an ear. She gazed them over, smiling secretively at the handsome traps before her, despite their small frames and rather effeminate faces. “Come with me, sirs,” she gestured to them. “Will you be sharing a booth with these other men or would you prefer a private room?” Yao and Kiku looked at each other in unison, smiling wryly at the same time. Jinx.
“Sounds good~aru. We’ll take the private room then, please~aru.” She smiled, liking his cute accent. She led the pair up a set of stairs tucked behind some curtains and they came upon a narrow hallway where many small rooms waited. They were all small, but private. Kiku wanted to catch up with Yao, anyways.
The hostess opened a door into one and invited them inside. Inside the darkness was a small table inset in the carpeted floor with fluffy cushions encompassing it, everything in the same dark color scheme as the open bar outside. A single candle illuminated on the small table was the sole provider of light in the room, feeble and weak. The large window that they had seen outside was covered mostly by heavy velvet curtains drawn back by ropey ties. The pumping bars of light that moved in syncopation with the music could be seen even through the heavy curtains, a picturesque view of the bar could be seen when not interrupted by the musical bars. In this dark box Kiku felt the best privacy could be shared between them.
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“So, what’s up with you?” Yao began casually, stretching across the table, Kiku shrinking away as the elder grabbed the necks of three beer bottles. Before returning to his position, Yao briefly nuzzled Kiku’s neck, snickering audibly. Kiku, taken aback, blushed furiously and turned away, reaching for a bottle of sake and a small shot glass.
“You’re a dork,” Kiku muttered, catching Yao’s eyes with a wry grin. The elder just snickered again. Ever since the looseness of the new era came, Yao had completely overhauled his mannerisms and the like. He had been like this, acting flirty while it was actually just a joke. Considering their steamy past, maybe that wasn’t the truth. Kiku just shrugged it off, flinging back his first shot of sake, it burning down his throat, watching as Yao chugged down his first beer with inhuman speed. Thousands of years had refined the best alcohol tolerance in China, Kiku unable to claim such a thing. His tolerance was pretty low and he got drunk easily, amusing Yao to no end. Kiku contented himself with long moments of studying Yao’s bobbling adam’s apple between shots, his vision blurring a bit.
As he filled his shot glass to drink from it, Yao reached across to snatch the half empty bottle and began chugging it down, much to Kiku’s displeasure. The elder laughed as Kiku snatched it back, displeased it its empty state. Yao broke out into idiotic laughter, much to Kiku’s distaste. He grudgingly reached behind to get another identical (also small) bottle, ready to set it on the table. His eyes blurred heavily for a moment, the room a swirl of light and darkness, a haze of vision. When his vision corrected somewhat, the room was now completely dark. Someone had lowered the curtains, but who? What time was it? What day was it?
Before those questions could be answered, he heard a clatter of glasses and bottles from the table. The grating of a fierce guitar riff blasted from the speakers, Kiku having been completely unaware that the music had been playing at all. Drums pounded with his heart and screaming vocals filled his mind with dissonance. Before he had time to comprehend what was going on, Kiku found himself hauled flat on the table by a vice.
Yao smiled, cheeks flushed and eyes looking hazy and otherwise wasted. He straddled Kiku, bending backwards to audibly lock the door. Kiku swallowed as Yao closed in upon him, their faces barely inches apart.
“Time’s up,” the elder whispered softly, stroking the side of Kiku’s face with the back of his hand.
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Yao swept his lips down the length of Kiku’s neck, deepening into ripening hickeys. Kiku gasped sharply as Yao bit down, smiling despite himself. How his body had missed this!
The kisses continued into an endless assault of heat and wetness, the elder’s hands exploring the younger’s body. Kiku moaned sharply as Yao’s lips dipped to his chest, the shirt yanked up to his neck. The feelings once so familiar came back in a frenzied rush, crushing Kiku’s already drunken mind with an unpleasant awareness. Kiku pulled himself forwards and wrapped his arms around Yao’s neck as if for dear life, the elder supporting his back.
“You’ll have your chance, Kiku-di. Let me have a turn,” Yao said plainly. It was true that they often switched roles of uke and seme, just for the hell of it, but ten years of inactivity had made him stale. He couldn’t help but envy his lover’s easily summoned drive.
“I can’t focus,” Kiku complained dreamily, the world swirling around him. He rested the back of one hand on his forehead, eyes drooping like a dewy-eyed shojo heroine. Yao smiled smugly, turned on even more. He grabbed the inside of Kiku’s upper thigh, Kiku flinching harshly at the unexpectedness of it. Even through the shaggy jeans he could feel the grip of Yao’s hand as if he’d been naked.
“Then don’t,” Yao said shortly, smothering his mouth over Kiku’s.
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“Sirs, it’s six in the morning! Please leave!” a shrill voice pleaded, Kiku groaning as it grated against his ears. Ow.
“Of course, please just give us ten minutes!” Kiku begged, wincing as his senses rushed the world to him. The light, the pounding, the soreness that wracked his lower body. Wait, soreness?
Kiku screamed internally as he saw that Yao’s arm was flung over his body protectively, at their naked bodies veiled only by Yao’s favorite hoodie. Their clothes were strewn everywhere and bottles of alcohol were haphazardly stacked in the corners. Yao’s eyes were deeply hazed as he blinked them open to focus on Kiku. Apparently, Yao had drowned himself in alcohol during their love-making, which sent shivers down Kiku’s spine. He hadn’t expected Yao to move that fast!
Kiku smirked sadistically as he hauled Yao to a sitting position, the other groaning painfully. He looked so vulnerable and soft to him, Kiku noticed tantalizingly. It was like Yao had two sides to him, and his feminine side was Kiku’s favorite.
“Yao-ge, I have quite a bill on my hands because of you,” Kiku whispered, taking on his dominating side. Yao just whimpered prettily, Kiku grinning, a scheme hatched in his mind. How small and adorable the elder looked.
“Tonight, you’ll pay me back with your body.”
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