50stories Theme#8 - Beauty ~ It Should Be Illegal... ~ KaoruxYoshiki
Ne~ I don't think anyone's still reading the AU one...so I'll go ahead and write some on this one ^-^
Title: It Should Be Illegal...
Author: Ame
Theme: #8 - Beauty
Rating: NC-17
Genre: fluff, slight angst, yaoi (talked about)
Pairing: KaoruxYoshiki
Band(s): Dir en grey/X-Japan, S.K.I.N., etc.
Summary: He's beautiful...And he's standing right over there, pretending I don't exist.
Disclaimer: Don't know or own the people I write about. Yoshiki: Still need to be on Leno, but first please take time to let us know you're alive O_O Kaoru: NYA~!!! Okay, so I'll still be here waiting for you next year, but please don't wait too long to come back to America, or I'll be gone!! XP
Comments: I can't believe I'm still writing this stuff! o.o it's addictive! ........YEY BUCK-TICK! *runs away to listen XD*
Enjoy!
P.S. Sorry this one took a turn for the sexxy worse...XP
'He's beautiful. From his perfect hair to his manicured nails he picks at all the damned time to his illegally hot body, he's absolutely fucking beautiful. Just seeing him makes me want him, hearing his voice makes me forget who and where I am, and his kiss...I don't think I can even try to describe it. And he's standing right over there, pretending I don't exist.
Okay, so I should be used to it by now. We hardly ever go out in public anymore, when we associate it's casual, and we've worked hard to make damn sure there are no pictures of us together since a long time ago. But he can't just stand there like nothing's happening. He just can't! It's not fair! When I'm sitting here like the dope of the relationship, trying hard to sit at an angle as the way he smiles and moves his hands just so makes me...
Shit. This is totally hopeless. I'm a wreck, and I know I can't wait till we get back to his place to do everything he's making me want to. How can someone be so perfect? He's just standing there! Talking to someone else about something totally unrelated to my deeply perverted thoughts. But it's his fault, anyway, isn't it? It really, really shouldn't be legal to be as beautiful as he is. They should make him get surgery to take away the pretty face...but that wouldn't change a thing. His very soul is what makes him so perfectly, wondefully, beautifully...
Damn it, Yoshiki, get your cute, tight ass back over here before I do something stupid! Oh god, no, please don't turn that way, don't give him that smile...SHIT! You're doing it on purpose, now, I'm sure of it! You're trying to torture me! You just want to see me scurry off to the bathroom because you're making me...oh, god...'
"Sumimasen," Kaoru mumbled, though he was barely within earshot of the genially conversing pair, before rising quickly and hurrying off toward the sign bearing a crudely sketched man. It was a bit inaccurate, considering half the men he knew wore skirts, or at least used to. He ducked quickly into the bathroom and rushed to the nearest stall, thanking everything he knew that the place was empty. It was a relatively small bookstore and cafe, and the three were practically the only ones there, anyway. Yoshiki watched him go, concern tinted with amusement crossing his face.
"Is he alright?" his companion asked. Yoshiki pursed his lips.
"I think so...maybe I should go check on him just to be sure," he mumbled. "I'll see you this weekend, then?" The man acknowledged him and turned away to leave, and Yoshiki smirked to himself as his back was turned. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he sauntered casually toward the men's room.
Kaoru, however, was everything but casual. The instant he'd closed the door behind himself his hands were working at the fastening of his pants, quickly releasing his semi-hard cock. He groaned as one hand wrapped around himself, and fell back against the wall of the stall, biting his lip. He was so hot, and in an instant he was rock-hard, vividly lewd thoughts of Yoshiki racing through his mind. He bucked into his hand desperately, turning his head against the cold metal behind him and doing his best to muffle the sounds trying to escape his lips. His eyes squeezed shut, and image after image popped up against his eyelids as he worked himself frantically. Yoshiki giving him those eyes, Yoshiki pulling on one of his belt loops suggestively, Yoshiki slipping one shoulder free of his shirt, pouting sensually. Yoshiki's hands on his chest, on his hips...Yoshiki's mouth on his skin, his tongue...
Kaoru nearly screamed as he heard the door open and started, biting his lip hard. He stopped for a moment, fighting back a whimper and focussing on quieting his heavy breathing. The person came through the door slowly, their footsteps even as they approached the closed stall. Kaoru closed his eyes and prayed hard that this person wasn't stupid enough to try the door - the locks here weren't that great - but it was in vain. With a little prodding, the door opened and Kaoru was suddenly shoved against the wall. Fingers wrapped around his hand and as he turned his head lips caught his in a vicious, fiery kiss. Kaoru moaned unrestrained as he realised what was happening, and his free hand wrapped instantly around Yoshiki's back and squeezed his ass. Yoshiki jumped and laughed against his lips.
"Shh..." he insisted, pressing a finger against Kaoru's lips and stifling another moan. "You want this or not?" Kaoru nodded enthusiastically, and Yoshiki laughed softly once more. "Okay, then be quiet." As Kaoru tried to nod again he was forced to stop, his breath hitching in his throat as Yoshiki moved Kaoru's hand off himself and began to work him slowly.
"Ah - Yoshiki...Please..." he moaned quietly, but Yoshiki stopped instantly and pressed his fingers against his lips.
"I said quiet," he whispered, mouthing the last word, and Kaoru bit his lip once more. Yoshiki smiled almost evilly as he took the hand away, and placing his hands on Kaoru's hips practically fell to his knees. Kaoru gasped quietly, checking himself and realising he was trembling, and looked down at Yoshiki in very near fear. Yoshiki merely smiled at him fleetingly, before flicking his tongue out against the leaking head of Kaoru's penis. Kaoru bucked against him and managed to cut off a moan, but Yoshiki caught his hips and pressed him against the cold metal wall.
"Shh," Yoshiki breathed once more, his breath skimming across Kaoru's hot skin. Slowly he took the head of Kaoru's penis in his mouth and suckled it, playing it with his tongue like it was candy. Kaoru whimpered and shut his eyes once more, feeling himself so dangerously close to coming. But Yoshiki seemed to be enjoying himself - perhaps too much - and wasn't about to let that happen. Slowly he worked down the hot muscle, taking Kaoru deeper and deeper, letting him feel every inch as he worked his lips and tongue in the msot amazing way Kaoru swore no one else in the world could. Kaoru tasted blood as he was sure he was cutting his lip, biting so hard, trying not to vocalise his pleasure. He felt the slick, strong muscles of Yoshiki's throat undulating around him as he deep-throated him, then slipped back and began to suck hard. It seemed he was done with playing as he brought his hands up to fondle Kaoru's balls, working hard to bring Kaoru over the edge. It was as if he'd given him permission, and that was all Kaoru needed to come instantly, feeling absolutely, viciously dirty but not caring one bit as pleasure made his knees weak and a breathy moan finally escaped his parched lips. Yoshiki made not once sound, continuing to work him until he was sated, and helping him stay up as he licked him clean, then standing slowly. He kissed his lover slowly, lovingly, and Kaoru returned the kiss weakly, tasting and feeling himself on the man's lips. He smiled into the kiss a little, and as it was broken Yoshiki sighed heavily.
"What's funny?" he asked quietly, tidying Kaoru up and refastening his pants. Kaoru reached one hand out and took Yoshiki's chin gently, turning his eyes up to his own. He smiled at him dumbly for a minute before speaking.
"Mr. We-can't-be-seen-in-public just gave me an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm in a public bathroom." Yoshiki quirked an eyebrow at him skeptically, asking him if there was a point he was trying to make or if he was just being annoying. "I think we've made some real progress here!" Yoshiki pursed his lips and hit his chest chastisingly.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" he asked, turning to open the stall and going straight to the sink to wash his hands. Kaoru came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on the man's shoulder and staring into the mirror at them.
"I love you," he breathed, and kissed the man's neck. "You're just too damned beautiful for your own good." Yoshiki rinsed his hands and looked up at them in the mirror, then gasped softly as Kaoru nibbled on his earlobe. Kaoru's hands slid downward, across Yoshiki's pelvis, and he moaned softly. "Shh, ne..." Kaoru breathed, licking the spot behind his ear teasingly. Yoshiki bit his lip and glared at their reflection.
"Beautiful, you said?" he asked, his voice a controlled sort of breathy. Kaoru nodded against his neck and massaged the skin of his thighs gently. "Ah-alright...if I'm beautiful, that makes you the ugliest, sexiest, most stubborn piece of meat I have ever fucked." Kaoru stopped suddenly and stared at him in the mirror, taken aback. Yoshiki licked his lips sensually. "Oh, I haven't fucked you yet?" he asked. "Hmn..." He broke suddenly from Kaoru's grip and dried his hands quickly before striding out. Kaoru merely stared after him for a moment, before rushing out, calling after him.
"Yoshiki! That's not what I meant! I mean, what! Wait! Yoshiki!!"
Title: It Should Be Illegal...
Author: Ame
Theme: #8 - Beauty
Rating: NC-17
Genre: fluff, slight angst, yaoi (talked about)
Pairing: KaoruxYoshiki
Band(s): Dir en grey/X-Japan, S.K.I.N., etc.
Summary: He's beautiful...And he's standing right over there, pretending I don't exist.
Disclaimer: Don't know or own the people I write about. Yoshiki: Still need to be on Leno, but first please take time to let us know you're alive O_O Kaoru: NYA~!!! Okay, so I'll still be here waiting for you next year, but please don't wait too long to come back to America, or I'll be gone!! XP
Comments: I can't believe I'm still writing this stuff! o.o it's addictive! ........YEY BUCK-TICK! *runs away to listen XD*
Enjoy!
P.S. Sorry this one took a turn for the sexxy worse...XP
'He's beautiful. From his perfect hair to his manicured nails he picks at all the damned time to his illegally hot body, he's absolutely fucking beautiful. Just seeing him makes me want him, hearing his voice makes me forget who and where I am, and his kiss...I don't think I can even try to describe it. And he's standing right over there, pretending I don't exist.
Okay, so I should be used to it by now. We hardly ever go out in public anymore, when we associate it's casual, and we've worked hard to make damn sure there are no pictures of us together since a long time ago. But he can't just stand there like nothing's happening. He just can't! It's not fair! When I'm sitting here like the dope of the relationship, trying hard to sit at an angle as the way he smiles and moves his hands just so makes me...
Shit. This is totally hopeless. I'm a wreck, and I know I can't wait till we get back to his place to do everything he's making me want to. How can someone be so perfect? He's just standing there! Talking to someone else about something totally unrelated to my deeply perverted thoughts. But it's his fault, anyway, isn't it? It really, really shouldn't be legal to be as beautiful as he is. They should make him get surgery to take away the pretty face...but that wouldn't change a thing. His very soul is what makes him so perfectly, wondefully, beautifully...
Damn it, Yoshiki, get your cute, tight ass back over here before I do something stupid! Oh god, no, please don't turn that way, don't give him that smile...SHIT! You're doing it on purpose, now, I'm sure of it! You're trying to torture me! You just want to see me scurry off to the bathroom because you're making me...oh, god...'
"Sumimasen," Kaoru mumbled, though he was barely within earshot of the genially conversing pair, before rising quickly and hurrying off toward the sign bearing a crudely sketched man. It was a bit inaccurate, considering half the men he knew wore skirts, or at least used to. He ducked quickly into the bathroom and rushed to the nearest stall, thanking everything he knew that the place was empty. It was a relatively small bookstore and cafe, and the three were practically the only ones there, anyway. Yoshiki watched him go, concern tinted with amusement crossing his face.
"Is he alright?" his companion asked. Yoshiki pursed his lips.
"I think so...maybe I should go check on him just to be sure," he mumbled. "I'll see you this weekend, then?" The man acknowledged him and turned away to leave, and Yoshiki smirked to himself as his back was turned. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he sauntered casually toward the men's room.
Kaoru, however, was everything but casual. The instant he'd closed the door behind himself his hands were working at the fastening of his pants, quickly releasing his semi-hard cock. He groaned as one hand wrapped around himself, and fell back against the wall of the stall, biting his lip. He was so hot, and in an instant he was rock-hard, vividly lewd thoughts of Yoshiki racing through his mind. He bucked into his hand desperately, turning his head against the cold metal behind him and doing his best to muffle the sounds trying to escape his lips. His eyes squeezed shut, and image after image popped up against his eyelids as he worked himself frantically. Yoshiki giving him those eyes, Yoshiki pulling on one of his belt loops suggestively, Yoshiki slipping one shoulder free of his shirt, pouting sensually. Yoshiki's hands on his chest, on his hips...Yoshiki's mouth on his skin, his tongue...
Kaoru nearly screamed as he heard the door open and started, biting his lip hard. He stopped for a moment, fighting back a whimper and focussing on quieting his heavy breathing. The person came through the door slowly, their footsteps even as they approached the closed stall. Kaoru closed his eyes and prayed hard that this person wasn't stupid enough to try the door - the locks here weren't that great - but it was in vain. With a little prodding, the door opened and Kaoru was suddenly shoved against the wall. Fingers wrapped around his hand and as he turned his head lips caught his in a vicious, fiery kiss. Kaoru moaned unrestrained as he realised what was happening, and his free hand wrapped instantly around Yoshiki's back and squeezed his ass. Yoshiki jumped and laughed against his lips.
"Shh..." he insisted, pressing a finger against Kaoru's lips and stifling another moan. "You want this or not?" Kaoru nodded enthusiastically, and Yoshiki laughed softly once more. "Okay, then be quiet." As Kaoru tried to nod again he was forced to stop, his breath hitching in his throat as Yoshiki moved Kaoru's hand off himself and began to work him slowly.
"Ah - Yoshiki...Please..." he moaned quietly, but Yoshiki stopped instantly and pressed his fingers against his lips.
"I said quiet," he whispered, mouthing the last word, and Kaoru bit his lip once more. Yoshiki smiled almost evilly as he took the hand away, and placing his hands on Kaoru's hips practically fell to his knees. Kaoru gasped quietly, checking himself and realising he was trembling, and looked down at Yoshiki in very near fear. Yoshiki merely smiled at him fleetingly, before flicking his tongue out against the leaking head of Kaoru's penis. Kaoru bucked against him and managed to cut off a moan, but Yoshiki caught his hips and pressed him against the cold metal wall.
"Shh," Yoshiki breathed once more, his breath skimming across Kaoru's hot skin. Slowly he took the head of Kaoru's penis in his mouth and suckled it, playing it with his tongue like it was candy. Kaoru whimpered and shut his eyes once more, feeling himself so dangerously close to coming. But Yoshiki seemed to be enjoying himself - perhaps too much - and wasn't about to let that happen. Slowly he worked down the hot muscle, taking Kaoru deeper and deeper, letting him feel every inch as he worked his lips and tongue in the msot amazing way Kaoru swore no one else in the world could. Kaoru tasted blood as he was sure he was cutting his lip, biting so hard, trying not to vocalise his pleasure. He felt the slick, strong muscles of Yoshiki's throat undulating around him as he deep-throated him, then slipped back and began to suck hard. It seemed he was done with playing as he brought his hands up to fondle Kaoru's balls, working hard to bring Kaoru over the edge. It was as if he'd given him permission, and that was all Kaoru needed to come instantly, feeling absolutely, viciously dirty but not caring one bit as pleasure made his knees weak and a breathy moan finally escaped his parched lips. Yoshiki made not once sound, continuing to work him until he was sated, and helping him stay up as he licked him clean, then standing slowly. He kissed his lover slowly, lovingly, and Kaoru returned the kiss weakly, tasting and feeling himself on the man's lips. He smiled into the kiss a little, and as it was broken Yoshiki sighed heavily.
"What's funny?" he asked quietly, tidying Kaoru up and refastening his pants. Kaoru reached one hand out and took Yoshiki's chin gently, turning his eyes up to his own. He smiled at him dumbly for a minute before speaking.
"Mr. We-can't-be-seen-in-public just gave me an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm in a public bathroom." Yoshiki quirked an eyebrow at him skeptically, asking him if there was a point he was trying to make or if he was just being annoying. "I think we've made some real progress here!" Yoshiki pursed his lips and hit his chest chastisingly.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" he asked, turning to open the stall and going straight to the sink to wash his hands. Kaoru came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on the man's shoulder and staring into the mirror at them.
"I love you," he breathed, and kissed the man's neck. "You're just too damned beautiful for your own good." Yoshiki rinsed his hands and looked up at them in the mirror, then gasped softly as Kaoru nibbled on his earlobe. Kaoru's hands slid downward, across Yoshiki's pelvis, and he moaned softly. "Shh, ne..." Kaoru breathed, licking the spot behind his ear teasingly. Yoshiki bit his lip and glared at their reflection.
"Beautiful, you said?" he asked, his voice a controlled sort of breathy. Kaoru nodded against his neck and massaged the skin of his thighs gently. "Ah-alright...if I'm beautiful, that makes you the ugliest, sexiest, most stubborn piece of meat I have ever fucked." Kaoru stopped suddenly and stared at him in the mirror, taken aback. Yoshiki licked his lips sensually. "Oh, I haven't fucked you yet?" he asked. "Hmn..." He broke suddenly from Kaoru's grip and dried his hands quickly before striding out. Kaoru merely stared after him for a moment, before rushing out, calling after him.
"Yoshiki! That's not what I meant! I mean, what! Wait! Yoshiki!!"