[fanfiction] my darling, please
365 Gay Sharks
Day 215, Word Count: 365
Theme: August; The Dog Days are Over (Apocalypse)
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Ouran Host Club/The World Ends with You; Hikaru/Shiki/Kaoru
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Sleepy/unconscious for
kink_bingo, on this card as part of my poly/moresomes + crossover achievements.
Disclaimer: I promise I will put them back in the box when I'm done.
Summary: They make her feel alive.
my darling, please
Shiki wakes to hands-
it is too early to tell whose they are-
and slowly her hands find the curve
of a face.
Outlining it, she tries to focus.
Which one is Hikaru?
This game is one she is getting better at,
although her head is still foggy with sleep,
and the way wandering hands move
gives her a clue.
"Kaoru," she says.
"Correct," he answers back.
And then there are more hands
(too many to keep track of)
running along the planes of her body.
Every morning is roughly the same,
Shiki now used to these new rhythms and
how to deal with being alive.
It's been a while since she was,
not that they'll ever know.
No one has to know what she dreams of
or how her nightmares take shape.
Neku and the others know,
but this is unsullied by that.
She can believe in this,
believe that no one is pulling the strings.
The way they treat her helps shake off
any remaining Underground.
It is in this way
Shiki becomes Shiki,
not Eri or anyone else.
Hands wandering up her shirt
(sloppy kisses with morning breath)
One snaking between her legs
(Good morning.)
Hers searching for purchase on anything at all
(What shall we do this morning, Shiki?)
Hikaru's fingers slip into her
(she can tell from the angle they enter)
and gentle pressure on her clit.
Mornings begin like this,
a ritual as important as brushing her teeth.
They seem to realize its importance,
and they are happy to oblige.
Maybe one day she'll tell them
about they way they make her feel.
Maybe one day she'll tell them
why sometimes she is not herself.
Maybe one day.
For the moment and not forever,
this is the way she settles into life,
her skin,
knowing.
Focusing on how they make her feel
wipes away the phantom of sleep.
The nightmares stay where they belong.
Swiftly, Kaoru enters her,
and Shiki cries out,
Hikaru a comfort in her ear.
She can feel the way they work together,
wonders if they know how lucky they are
or how lucky she feels.
They make her feel alive,
and now nothing can compare.
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Day 215, Word Count: 365
Theme: August; The Dog Days are Over (Apocalypse)
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Ouran Host Club/The World Ends with You; Hikaru/Shiki/Kaoru
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Sleepy/unconscious for
kink_bingo, on this card as part of my poly/moresomes + crossover achievements.
Disclaimer: I promise I will put them back in the box when I'm done.
Summary: They make her feel alive.
my darling, please
Shiki wakes to hands-
it is too early to tell whose they are-
and slowly her hands find the curve
of a face.
Outlining it, she tries to focus.
Which one is Hikaru?
This game is one she is getting better at,
although her head is still foggy with sleep,
and the way wandering hands move
gives her a clue.
"Kaoru," she says.
"Correct," he answers back.
And then there are more hands
(too many to keep track of)
running along the planes of her body.
Every morning is roughly the same,
Shiki now used to these new rhythms and
how to deal with being alive.
It's been a while since she was,
not that they'll ever know.
No one has to know what she dreams of
or how her nightmares take shape.
Neku and the others know,
but this is unsullied by that.
She can believe in this,
believe that no one is pulling the strings.
The way they treat her helps shake off
any remaining Underground.
It is in this way
Shiki becomes Shiki,
not Eri or anyone else.
Hands wandering up her shirt
(sloppy kisses with morning breath)
One snaking between her legs
(Good morning.)
Hers searching for purchase on anything at all
(What shall we do this morning, Shiki?)
Hikaru's fingers slip into her
(she can tell from the angle they enter)
and gentle pressure on her clit.
Mornings begin like this,
a ritual as important as brushing her teeth.
They seem to realize its importance,
and they are happy to oblige.
Maybe one day she'll tell them
about they way they make her feel.
Maybe one day she'll tell them
why sometimes she is not herself.
Maybe one day.
For the moment and not forever,
this is the way she settles into life,
her skin,
knowing.
Focusing on how they make her feel
wipes away the phantom of sleep.
The nightmares stay where they belong.
Swiftly, Kaoru enters her,
and Shiki cries out,
Hikaru a comfort in her ear.
She can feel the way they work together,
wonders if they know how lucky they are
or how lucky she feels.
They make her feel alive,
and now nothing can compare.
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