[12 Days 2/12] [arashi] five aibajun AUs meg refuses to write.
Okay, sometimes my family is seriously awesome, despite the aromatherapy car diffusers (I'll put Kumiho in it, that will be cool) and the "I dunno what to get you, have candle holders" because my retarded twin got me retarded bamboo spinning fiber, and I had thought it was just white and by God my retarded twin got me retarded purple and green bamboo spinning fiber and I love her♥, and then my mother found us glass knitting needles and mine have purple and green tips. ;____;♥
Also, according to Becky, Jun got a special massage on Shunkudai and I um. A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
yes, I know it's still Christmas day, shush, now I have all of tomorrow to come up with Day Three.
FIVE AIBAJUN AUS MEG IS NOT GOING TO WRITE
UNLESS YOU GOT HER REALLY DRUNK AND MADE HER PROMISE
AND THEN TIED HER TO A CHAIR AND STARED AT HER
AND LISTENED TO HER WHINE AND NODDED AND SMILED
UNTIL SHE RELUCTANTLY PECKED OUT LIKE, FIVE HUNDRED WORDS
AND THEN CLAIMED SHE WAS DONE ALREADY OKAY
AND THEN STARTED CRYING WHEN SHE FOUND OUT SHE HAD A THOUSAND MORE WORDS TO GO.
1. VAMPIRES
(OR, Aiba bites and Jun gets off on it .......what)
Aiba was totally upset, his shoulders shaking and his skin the color of yogurt, sickly and unnatural. Jun thought, when I find that fucker, a stake is going to be the least of his problems, but he reached out and said, "Aiba, Aiba." Aiba flinched away but Jun kept his voice low and calm, like Ohno talking to one of them when they were upset, like Sho getting them to come down from an adrenaline high, and said, "Hey, it won't be so bad, we'll figure something out."
"I have to hurt people to survive," said Aiba, his voice strange because of the fangs, but still Aiba's voice, and Jun tightened his grip a little and pulled again.
"Aiba Masaki, look at me right now," he said, in his best obedience or death voice. Aiba turned around, obviously without meaning to, and Jun clamped his hand on the back of his head, twisting his fingers in Aiba's silky hair. "Let me see," he said.
He rubbed his thumb against the side of Aiba's mouth until Aiba's lips parted reluctantly. His fangs were long and shone a new, clean white. Jun tried to imagine them piercing into flesh, maybe nipping a little first, then Aiba's tongue darting out, licking out the place where he would bite, and then the way Aiba would tilt his head, careful, each movement distinct. He'd breath out and the victim's neck would flare into pinpoints of sensation and Aiba would say, very low, Is this okay is this really okay?
Dimly Jun realized he had crowded Aiba against a wall, one leg aggressively between Aiba's thighs, one hand still in his hair, and the other on the wall, trapping him. Aiba's eyes were huge. "I can hear your heartbeat," said Aiba. "And your body temperature's risen. And um."
"Yeah?" said Jun.
"I don't want to hurt you!" Aiba blurted out, but one hand was sliding through Jun's hair and the other rested on his hip.
"I'd like to see you try," said Jun.
2. BABY, BABY, BABY
"Agoopffft," said Aiba.
Jun stared.
("What, really he's a baby?" said Sho, his voice climbing up several registers like it always did when he was excited. "I'll be over right away!"
"That would be more comforting if I'd never seen you around a cute baby, asshole!" yelled Jun, but Sho had already turned his phone off.)
3. WHERE MEN ARE MEN AND JUN IS ...........ALL SPARKLY.
The mid-day sun beat down on the dusty street. The wind blew a dust devil, catching up puffs of dirt from the board sidewalk. Everything was breathless and still in the heat. The entire town seemed to be waiting. A man rode in the town, his black horse dusty from the dust covering everything.
He pulled his steed to a halt. The horse's tack was purple and silver, with an silver medallion embossed with 'MJ' in very swirly script on the breast piece of the harness. He tied his horse to the rail and stepped into the bar.
The bartender looked up from where he was sleepily wiping glasses, in slow precise movements. His hair was bleached from the sun, and rather spiky. "Help you, stranger?" he said.
"I'm looking for a gunslinger," said the stranger, in a soft voice. "His name is El Baka."
The dog lying by the door, black and white, and wearing a red leather collar, lifted his head and whined at the name. "Sho, hush," said the bartender, and tilted his head toward the back of the bar.
"What do you need him for?" said the barmaid, dressed in yellow.
Someone stirred in the dim light of the bar. "I don't kill people," said a voice. "I don't kill dogs, I don't kill horses, I don't kill fluffy bunnies."
The stranger smiled, dark and cruel. "I just need to kill a gerbil."
4. HIGH SCHOOL
Wait, I fucking hated high school, why would I want to fucking write about it?
4. HOOKER
"I'm really expensive," said Jun, watching Aiba.
Aiba looked at him sideways, in a way that made his eyelashes look even longer and blacker. He was still smiling but there was something knowing and rather sweet about the corner of his mouth. "I can afford you," he said.
What if I can't afford you? thought Jun, something twisting a warning in his chest.
5. LET LOOSE THE HOUNDS
Aiba was sort of scared but that was okay, because he was usually sort of scared. He wished his wings would just stay put, though; he'd never been able to control them very well when he was nervous or upset, and they kept mantling, flaring out and then folding flat against his back.
The demon standing beside him slanted an amused look at him from his long black lashes. His wings were folded neatly against his back, black and glossy like obsidian stone. He had a tail, and Aiba kept sneaking fascinated looks at it. It was as black as his hair and he held it just slightly curled at the tip, like an amused cat. Aiba wasn't quite sure but the thought that the demon was actually an incubus had occurred to him, like, five times in the last minute, and he was really hoping the demon didn't walk in front of him, because he would probably commit a minor sin of the flesh looking at his leather pants.
The demon said, "Are you frightened?" and laughed softly.
Also, according to Becky, Jun got a special massage on Shunkudai and I um. A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
yes, I know it's still Christmas day, shush, now I have all of tomorrow to come up with Day Three.
FIVE AIBAJUN AUS MEG IS NOT GOING TO WRITE
UNLESS YOU GOT HER REALLY DRUNK AND MADE HER PROMISE
AND THEN TIED HER TO A CHAIR AND STARED AT HER
AND LISTENED TO HER WHINE AND NODDED AND SMILED
UNTIL SHE RELUCTANTLY PECKED OUT LIKE, FIVE HUNDRED WORDS
AND THEN CLAIMED SHE WAS DONE ALREADY OKAY
AND THEN STARTED CRYING WHEN SHE FOUND OUT SHE HAD A THOUSAND MORE WORDS TO GO.
1. VAMPIRES
(OR, Aiba bites and Jun gets off on it .......what)
Aiba was totally upset, his shoulders shaking and his skin the color of yogurt, sickly and unnatural. Jun thought, when I find that fucker, a stake is going to be the least of his problems, but he reached out and said, "Aiba, Aiba." Aiba flinched away but Jun kept his voice low and calm, like Ohno talking to one of them when they were upset, like Sho getting them to come down from an adrenaline high, and said, "Hey, it won't be so bad, we'll figure something out."
"I have to hurt people to survive," said Aiba, his voice strange because of the fangs, but still Aiba's voice, and Jun tightened his grip a little and pulled again.
"Aiba Masaki, look at me right now," he said, in his best obedience or death voice. Aiba turned around, obviously without meaning to, and Jun clamped his hand on the back of his head, twisting his fingers in Aiba's silky hair. "Let me see," he said.
He rubbed his thumb against the side of Aiba's mouth until Aiba's lips parted reluctantly. His fangs were long and shone a new, clean white. Jun tried to imagine them piercing into flesh, maybe nipping a little first, then Aiba's tongue darting out, licking out the place where he would bite, and then the way Aiba would tilt his head, careful, each movement distinct. He'd breath out and the victim's neck would flare into pinpoints of sensation and Aiba would say, very low, Is this okay is this really okay?
Dimly Jun realized he had crowded Aiba against a wall, one leg aggressively between Aiba's thighs, one hand still in his hair, and the other on the wall, trapping him. Aiba's eyes were huge. "I can hear your heartbeat," said Aiba. "And your body temperature's risen. And um."
"Yeah?" said Jun.
"I don't want to hurt you!" Aiba blurted out, but one hand was sliding through Jun's hair and the other rested on his hip.
"I'd like to see you try," said Jun.
2. BABY, BABY, BABY
"Agoopffft," said Aiba.
Jun stared.
("What, really he's a baby?" said Sho, his voice climbing up several registers like it always did when he was excited. "I'll be over right away!"
"That would be more comforting if I'd never seen you around a cute baby, asshole!" yelled Jun, but Sho had already turned his phone off.)
3. WHERE MEN ARE MEN AND JUN IS ...........ALL SPARKLY.
The mid-day sun beat down on the dusty street. The wind blew a dust devil, catching up puffs of dirt from the board sidewalk. Everything was breathless and still in the heat. The entire town seemed to be waiting. A man rode in the town, his black horse dusty from the dust covering everything.
He pulled his steed to a halt. The horse's tack was purple and silver, with an silver medallion embossed with 'MJ' in very swirly script on the breast piece of the harness. He tied his horse to the rail and stepped into the bar.
The bartender looked up from where he was sleepily wiping glasses, in slow precise movements. His hair was bleached from the sun, and rather spiky. "Help you, stranger?" he said.
"I'm looking for a gunslinger," said the stranger, in a soft voice. "His name is El Baka."
The dog lying by the door, black and white, and wearing a red leather collar, lifted his head and whined at the name. "Sho, hush," said the bartender, and tilted his head toward the back of the bar.
"What do you need him for?" said the barmaid, dressed in yellow.
Someone stirred in the dim light of the bar. "I don't kill people," said a voice. "I don't kill dogs, I don't kill horses, I don't kill fluffy bunnies."
The stranger smiled, dark and cruel. "I just need to kill a gerbil."
4. HIGH SCHOOL
Wait, I fucking hated high school, why would I want to fucking write about it?
4. HOOKER
"I'm really expensive," said Jun, watching Aiba.
Aiba looked at him sideways, in a way that made his eyelashes look even longer and blacker. He was still smiling but there was something knowing and rather sweet about the corner of his mouth. "I can afford you," he said.
What if I can't afford you? thought Jun, something twisting a warning in his chest.
5. LET LOOSE THE HOUNDS
Aiba was sort of scared but that was okay, because he was usually sort of scared. He wished his wings would just stay put, though; he'd never been able to control them very well when he was nervous or upset, and they kept mantling, flaring out and then folding flat against his back.
The demon standing beside him slanted an amused look at him from his long black lashes. His wings were folded neatly against his back, black and glossy like obsidian stone. He had a tail, and Aiba kept sneaking fascinated looks at it. It was as black as his hair and he held it just slightly curled at the tip, like an amused cat. Aiba wasn't quite sure but the thought that the demon was actually an incubus had occurred to him, like, five times in the last minute, and he was really hoping the demon didn't walk in front of him, because he would probably commit a minor sin of the flesh looking at his leather pants.
The demon said, "Are you frightened?" and laughed softly.