[18 - Hangovers] Maybe, Maybe Not
Title: Maybe, Maybe Not
Author: hyelle_narmo
Theme: 18 - Hangovers
Band/Pairing: Alice Nine, SID - allusions to Hiroto/Aki, and possibly Tora/Hiroto
Notes: 900 words. Slight warning for language, I suppose. Hiroto wakes up to a very unusual situation. Aka, Fun with the A9!Crack again. And darn, I'd decided I wanted to break away from the A9 crack for this one...
coiled_iris and other people keeping up with the comments at psc_domination will probably 'get' this more than others, but I think it's fun anyways. :P
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When he woke up, Hiroto felt dead. Well, he felt like he imagined dead must feel. For being dead, he was sure in a lot of discomfort, though. His head ached, his mouth felt like it was growing mold, and his muscles complained. He could've sworn his eyelids hurt. He wasn't wearing anything, either, and he usually at least wore an over-sized t-shirt. Except when it was really hot. Which it wasn't.
He rolled over and landed on something that grunted and tried to burrow into the pillow it was clutching. Blinking at it, he carefully observed it in order to figure out what it was. It was definitely human: it had shoulders, arms, a head of messy dark hair, pale skin sloping down from shoulder-blades to a distinctive tattoo - twin butterflies that reminded him of that story, the Butterfly Lovers - barely visible over the rumpled sheet across their legs.
The thing turned its head and blinked back at him. "What."
Aki sounded far more awake than he did. Maybe he hadn't been as drunk the night before.
"What," Hiroto croaked, and coughed like he was trying to dislodge a fur-ball. "What happened last night?"
"You don't remember?" Aki asked, shifting to rest his head on his arms.
Hiroto shook his head, and immediately winced. "I remember... I remember going out after the show. I remember that the bar was loud, that Nao wanted to leave early, and... " there had been at least one drink in front of him. There must've been more. "You took me home because you were sober enough to drive."
Aki stared at him calculatingly. Then, very slowly, he said, "Yes, that was it. And then we got in here and you jumped on me."
The guitarist flushed, instantly embarrassed. "Sorry. I don't usually drink that much and - "
Aki's smile was catlike, and enough to cut off Hiroto's rambling as he continued his retelling of the night's events. "I finally managed to get us both in here, and I got you into bed, but you didn't want to be left alone."
Hiroto had to admit that sounded like him.
"I told you I'd sit out in the living room until you went to sleep, to make sure you'd be okay, but then you stared at me and you pouted, and well, it's a deadly combination, you know. Should be kept in a safe somewhere."
Hiroto pouted.
"Exactly like that. And so I just sat on the bed and waited, but you weren't sleepy, you said. So I said - "
"Can you just tell me what happened?" Hiroto interrupted, getting increasingly antsy.
"Impatient, huh? Yeah, you were last night, too." Aki's smile returned, eyes narrowing, clearly enjoying dragging the moment out. "Well, at the end of it all, I gave in, and you fucked me into the mattress."
All of Hiroto's panic-driven potential situations ground to a halt. "I did not!"
"Oh, yes," Aki hissed, but it didn't sound like it was bad at all. "You most definitely did."
"I did not! I don't... I'm usually... I mean, I've never..." he gave up, his head hurting more than ever. If Aki was right, he wasn't the little submissive he - and everyone else - thought he was. And if Aki was lying, then the bassist was really just an opportunistic bastard.
"If only you were me," Aki sighed dramatically. "I am so sore right now."
"Aki," Hiroto protested weakly. "This isn't funny."
"I'm dead serious. Don't get me wrong, I was surprised as you are when it happened, but really, you should try that more often. I bet even Tora could learn to appreciate giving up his ass every once in awhile."
"Shut up!" Hiroto yelled, too loudly, and winced again, fingers pressed to his temples.
He was saved from having to listen to Aki gloat some more by the buzz of a cell phone vibrating. Aki leaned over the other side of the bed, rummaging for his phone, and giving Hiroto a perfect view of his ass as he wriggled around, the sheet falling to the side.
"Moshi moshi," he said, and paused. "No, I did not fuck him. As a matter of fact - actually, I'll let him tell you. Yes, he's right here." He held the phone out. "It's your keeper."
Hiroto glared at him, and took the phone.
"Tora?"
"What happened?" Tora asked, not sounding at all worried.
"Aki says that..."
"That what, Pon?"
"Aki says thatIfuckedhim," Hiroto blurted out.
Tora was silent. Hiroto was about to start worrying (or burst into confused and hangover-induced tears - whichever happened first), when he caught a muffled, low sound.
Laughter. Tora was laughing at him.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Pon. Don't drink so much next time. And don't let Saga determine your limits."
"You were in on this?" Hiroto cried, as a balloon of pain exploded in his head.
"I went over to check on you after Shou took Saga home. Let's just say I found a very interesting scenario."
"Wait, so you can tell me if he's lying."
"Sorry, Pon. That's part of the lesson."
Feeling incredibly disgruntled, and rather betrayed, Hiroto hung up, only refraining from throwing the phone because it was Aki's. Speaking of Aki...
He turned on the pout again. "Please, Aki, don't lie to me."
Aki shook his head. "But maybe I'm not. Part of the lesson. You'll never know."
[Nyaaah~ and neither will anyone else. Mostly because I don't know for sure.]
Author: hyelle_narmo
Theme: 18 - Hangovers
Band/Pairing: Alice Nine, SID - allusions to Hiroto/Aki, and possibly Tora/Hiroto
Notes: 900 words. Slight warning for language, I suppose. Hiroto wakes up to a very unusual situation. Aka, Fun with the A9!Crack again. And darn, I'd decided I wanted to break away from the A9 crack for this one...
coiled_iris and other people keeping up with the comments at psc_domination will probably 'get' this more than others, but I think it's fun anyways. :P
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When he woke up, Hiroto felt dead. Well, he felt like he imagined dead must feel. For being dead, he was sure in a lot of discomfort, though. His head ached, his mouth felt like it was growing mold, and his muscles complained. He could've sworn his eyelids hurt. He wasn't wearing anything, either, and he usually at least wore an over-sized t-shirt. Except when it was really hot. Which it wasn't.
He rolled over and landed on something that grunted and tried to burrow into the pillow it was clutching. Blinking at it, he carefully observed it in order to figure out what it was. It was definitely human: it had shoulders, arms, a head of messy dark hair, pale skin sloping down from shoulder-blades to a distinctive tattoo - twin butterflies that reminded him of that story, the Butterfly Lovers - barely visible over the rumpled sheet across their legs.
The thing turned its head and blinked back at him. "What."
Aki sounded far more awake than he did. Maybe he hadn't been as drunk the night before.
"What," Hiroto croaked, and coughed like he was trying to dislodge a fur-ball. "What happened last night?"
"You don't remember?" Aki asked, shifting to rest his head on his arms.
Hiroto shook his head, and immediately winced. "I remember... I remember going out after the show. I remember that the bar was loud, that Nao wanted to leave early, and... " there had been at least one drink in front of him. There must've been more. "You took me home because you were sober enough to drive."
Aki stared at him calculatingly. Then, very slowly, he said, "Yes, that was it. And then we got in here and you jumped on me."
The guitarist flushed, instantly embarrassed. "Sorry. I don't usually drink that much and - "
Aki's smile was catlike, and enough to cut off Hiroto's rambling as he continued his retelling of the night's events. "I finally managed to get us both in here, and I got you into bed, but you didn't want to be left alone."
Hiroto had to admit that sounded like him.
"I told you I'd sit out in the living room until you went to sleep, to make sure you'd be okay, but then you stared at me and you pouted, and well, it's a deadly combination, you know. Should be kept in a safe somewhere."
Hiroto pouted.
"Exactly like that. And so I just sat on the bed and waited, but you weren't sleepy, you said. So I said - "
"Can you just tell me what happened?" Hiroto interrupted, getting increasingly antsy.
"Impatient, huh? Yeah, you were last night, too." Aki's smile returned, eyes narrowing, clearly enjoying dragging the moment out. "Well, at the end of it all, I gave in, and you fucked me into the mattress."
All of Hiroto's panic-driven potential situations ground to a halt. "I did not!"
"Oh, yes," Aki hissed, but it didn't sound like it was bad at all. "You most definitely did."
"I did not! I don't... I'm usually... I mean, I've never..." he gave up, his head hurting more than ever. If Aki was right, he wasn't the little submissive he - and everyone else - thought he was. And if Aki was lying, then the bassist was really just an opportunistic bastard.
"If only you were me," Aki sighed dramatically. "I am so sore right now."
"Aki," Hiroto protested weakly. "This isn't funny."
"I'm dead serious. Don't get me wrong, I was surprised as you are when it happened, but really, you should try that more often. I bet even Tora could learn to appreciate giving up his ass every once in awhile."
"Shut up!" Hiroto yelled, too loudly, and winced again, fingers pressed to his temples.
He was saved from having to listen to Aki gloat some more by the buzz of a cell phone vibrating. Aki leaned over the other side of the bed, rummaging for his phone, and giving Hiroto a perfect view of his ass as he wriggled around, the sheet falling to the side.
"Moshi moshi," he said, and paused. "No, I did not fuck him. As a matter of fact - actually, I'll let him tell you. Yes, he's right here." He held the phone out. "It's your keeper."
Hiroto glared at him, and took the phone.
"Tora?"
"What happened?" Tora asked, not sounding at all worried.
"Aki says that..."
"That what, Pon?"
"Aki says thatIfuckedhim," Hiroto blurted out.
Tora was silent. Hiroto was about to start worrying (or burst into confused and hangover-induced tears - whichever happened first), when he caught a muffled, low sound.
Laughter. Tora was laughing at him.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Pon. Don't drink so much next time. And don't let Saga determine your limits."
"You were in on this?" Hiroto cried, as a balloon of pain exploded in his head.
"I went over to check on you after Shou took Saga home. Let's just say I found a very interesting scenario."
"Wait, so you can tell me if he's lying."
"Sorry, Pon. That's part of the lesson."
Feeling incredibly disgruntled, and rather betrayed, Hiroto hung up, only refraining from throwing the phone because it was Aki's. Speaking of Aki...
He turned on the pout again. "Please, Aki, don't lie to me."
Aki shook his head. "But maybe I'm not. Part of the lesson. You'll never know."
[Nyaaah~ and neither will anyone else. Mostly because I don't know for sure.]