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Title: Siberia (Inspired partly by the song, which is named Siberia also, by the Backstreet Boys.)
Author: Mary Sue. ^^
Rating: PG-13, for swearing, maybe. ^^
Pairing/Fandom: It’s a surprise! But you’ll find out when you read./PoT
A/N: Beta'd by Kaidoh! ^^ Thank you, lovey. Even though you didn't like the pairing. (I prefer SP, also, but well. Plot bunnies and such. ^^)
What the hell are you thinking? Keep reading....
Choutarou watches.
He never says anything when he watches. Watches every fluid movement, every twist of his lithe body as he hits return after return-- never missing as thing.
Choutarou wants.
He's never wanted this bad before. He's had small crushes on girls, but this-- this is different. He wants him. More than anything.
Choutarou moans.
He's never done this before and maybe it shows, but his mouth is on Choutarou's and they are sliding together and there is unbelievable friction and pleasure and he whispers "Choutarou", hot and wet in Choutarou's ear and then he's coming, and he's coming and they're both coming together and it's somehow perfect.
Choutarou cries.
He's never had this-- until now, and then all of a sudden it's gone. He cries, as he swallows, eyes sad and pitying. Cries as he says he's sorry, he's sorry he found someone else and that Choutarou has to move on. Cries as Shishido walks away.
Choutarou wanders.
He’s never been much of a dreamer. He’s always been a thinker, yes, but never a dreamer. Now, he dreams of Siberia. A cold, heartless place where the loveless dwell. He wanders there-- cold and aching. Aching for a warm touch, a tender smile. He aches, for anything.
Choutarou gasps.
He’s never thought of him much before. He wasn’t always around much. But they’ve been talking recently, and his hand is on Choutarou’s and Choutarou is trembling. He jerks his hand away-- too soon, it’s too soon-- and he’s mumbling an apology as he runs-- escapes and hides in his Siberia, cold and without love.
Choutarou watches.
He swore he’d never watch again-- yet, he is pulled, like a moth to a flame, and his eyes never leave him-- watching the sweat run down that body, watching as a tongue snakes out to moisten lips before darting back inside. Watches as he looks up and two pairs of eyes-- watching, waiting, wondering-- lock, intense and questioning and answering.
Choutarou moves.
He’s never been the one to move first. He’s never had to take matters into his own hands. But he’s the one who fumbled the last time, so he has to make it right. He calls his name, and he stops, eyes fierce, yet soft making Choutarou shiver, out of Siberia. He moves, hand brushing against a cheek, foreheads pressing together, hot breath mingling. He kisses-- soft, tender and warm-- and Hiyoshi kisses back and Choutarou leaves Siberia-- escapes the cold and stays in the warmth of Hiyoshi’s embrace.
What are you thinking? I SWEAR TO MYSELF THAT THIS JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WHILE I WAS POPPING INTO A FIC. HIYOSHI WAS HOT AND HE AND CHOUTAROU WERE FRIENDS AND I AM A BAD, BAD, FANGIRL!!! ;_; SHISHIDO/CHOUTAROU-- I'M SORRY!!! :(
But I really, really had to get it out of my head!! It was making me lose concentration, and that isn't a very good thing, loveys. Wouldn't want a spell to go awry, now would we?
Ugh. Is that how I really was before this? Hmmm. Restored drafts are good for realizing your former self was a total fucking waste. But I've been bettered....and I see that there are so many...lovely people out there. *eyes gleam* Oh....I am going to have....fun.
Author: Mary Sue. ^^
Rating: PG-13, for swearing, maybe. ^^
Pairing/Fandom: It’s a surprise! But you’ll find out when you read./PoT
A/N: Beta'd by Kaidoh! ^^ Thank you, lovey. Even though you didn't like the pairing. (I prefer SP, also, but well. Plot bunnies and such. ^^)
What the hell are you thinking? Keep reading....
Choutarou watches.
He never says anything when he watches. Watches every fluid movement, every twist of his lithe body as he hits return after return-- never missing as thing.
Choutarou wants.
He's never wanted this bad before. He's had small crushes on girls, but this-- this is different. He wants him. More than anything.
Choutarou moans.
He's never done this before and maybe it shows, but his mouth is on Choutarou's and they are sliding together and there is unbelievable friction and pleasure and he whispers "Choutarou", hot and wet in Choutarou's ear and then he's coming, and he's coming and they're both coming together and it's somehow perfect.
Choutarou cries.
He's never had this-- until now, and then all of a sudden it's gone. He cries, as he swallows, eyes sad and pitying. Cries as he says he's sorry, he's sorry he found someone else and that Choutarou has to move on. Cries as Shishido walks away.
Choutarou wanders.
He’s never been much of a dreamer. He’s always been a thinker, yes, but never a dreamer. Now, he dreams of Siberia. A cold, heartless place where the loveless dwell. He wanders there-- cold and aching. Aching for a warm touch, a tender smile. He aches, for anything.
Choutarou gasps.
He’s never thought of him much before. He wasn’t always around much. But they’ve been talking recently, and his hand is on Choutarou’s and Choutarou is trembling. He jerks his hand away-- too soon, it’s too soon-- and he’s mumbling an apology as he runs-- escapes and hides in his Siberia, cold and without love.
Choutarou watches.
He swore he’d never watch again-- yet, he is pulled, like a moth to a flame, and his eyes never leave him-- watching the sweat run down that body, watching as a tongue snakes out to moisten lips before darting back inside. Watches as he looks up and two pairs of eyes-- watching, waiting, wondering-- lock, intense and questioning and answering.
Choutarou moves.
He’s never been the one to move first. He’s never had to take matters into his own hands. But he’s the one who fumbled the last time, so he has to make it right. He calls his name, and he stops, eyes fierce, yet soft making Choutarou shiver, out of Siberia. He moves, hand brushing against a cheek, foreheads pressing together, hot breath mingling. He kisses-- soft, tender and warm-- and Hiyoshi kisses back and Choutarou leaves Siberia-- escapes the cold and stays in the warmth of Hiyoshi’s embrace.
What are you thinking? I SWEAR TO MYSELF THAT THIS JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WHILE I WAS POPPING INTO A FIC. HIYOSHI WAS HOT AND HE AND CHOUTAROU WERE FRIENDS AND I AM A BAD, BAD, FANGIRL!!! ;_; SHISHIDO/CHOUTAROU-- I'M SORRY!!! :(
But I really, really had to get it out of my head!! It was making me lose concentration, and that isn't a very good thing, loveys. Wouldn't want a spell to go awry, now would we?
Ugh. Is that how I really was before this? Hmmm. Restored drafts are good for realizing your former self was a total fucking waste. But I've been bettered....and I see that there are so many...lovely people out there. *eyes gleam* Oh....I am going to have....fun.