DEG: various: various drabbles
Title: One sentences
Author: rheak
Pairings: Kaoru/Boo, Toshiya/Uruha, Toshiya/Die, Kaoru/Shinya, Die/Kyo, Die/Shinya, Die/Kaoru (Dir en Grey)
Rating:R - NC-17ish for some mature/graphic situations
Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in the following piece of work are completely fictitious. Even though similarities with the members of Dir en Grey, or other public personae may be found they are in no way implying that any of the events or character traits are true. I do not know the members of Dir en Grey, and am in no way affiliated to them, the story itself is completely untrue and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. No harm, libel or disrespect is intended. No statements whatsoever and no commercial gain are made out of the work archived here; this is simply for entertainment purposes.
Fanfic Archive: pinkucellphone
A/N: These were all written as an exercise and on request during the first one sentence challenge at direngrey_yaoi .
A new challenge is taking place right this moment. Come on over and request/fill at will.
Kaoru/Boo
The television flickers and kaoru wishes it would just stop, just stop, together with this droning in his ears, the static behind his eyelids, sparkling in dots of orange and insanity, the way his hand slips on a sweaty arm and the room closes in suddenly as Boo says, his palm a little too tight, a little too gentle around his nape, you okay and he nods, his face falling into Boo's shoulder, warm and ever-welcoming and Old Spice and sunburn in a way that reminds him of far away summers with someone in a barn and he knows he's drunk, so very past drunk but nods again and says "let's watch another game".
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(requested by byoutekinaeiyuu )
Toshiya/Uruha
There are times in the morning (why do they always end up sleeping like this, backwards, arms over the bed, feet on the headboard?) when they both lie one next to the other and the sun filters in dusty whiteness into the room and Uruha's arm is pressed to his own, white and cold, and their feet touch the headboard and they are almost the same size and later while the water gurgles in the hotel bathroom Toshiya catches pieces of crumpled sheets that smell of Uruha between his fingers and thinks of times without bands and fans and rivalry and other complications and snorts at his own silly wishful thoughts. (rheakurokawa )
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(requested by gaussianblur89 )
Toshiya/Die
Between cream walls with Die's heart beating against his own, frantic and a little bit over the top from all that running, with Die's neck pressing salty against his lips and Die's arms crossing in a tight X over his back Toshiya kinda wishes he could just immortalize this moment forever, in a photo album somewhere, in an archive of years and years of unimportant normal fleeting moments we all forget but never wish to.
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(requested by fonulyn )
Kaoru/Shinya
It's years later, in a trainstation--and they still don't know exactly what to say, because all words have been said already, between those awkward first moments and now-- listening to the regular announcements of a sterile voice washing over the empty tracks and Shinya looks towards Kaoru, his paper thin face, the white hair moving slowly against his sharp cheekbone and the box he's holding in his hands, his skin smudged with dark inks of a time gone by and when he looks away he feels his fingers wrapping around his own as they wait for the train to take them to a funeral.
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(requested by chivakaza )
Die/Kyo
They sit on a bed and Die says something, then kyo says something, then Die again, and it's meaningless yet meaningful, even like this, no subtitles, just half words and half mimics and Die puts his hand over Kyo's mouth, horizontally, then replaces it with his mouth, and when he moves away, when all he hears is his own breath and the sound of his heart over the sound of traffic outside, when he feels kyo's hand pulling him by his shirt back towards him, he can't help but smile into a kiss and another half smile.
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(requested by cateris )
Die/Shinya
He holds on to the edge of the bed, his fingers digging in, barely gasping, his eyes rolling backwards, he can see them, the lashes batting, the whites flickering behind, and as he presses-just a tiny little bit more- and feels Die's knees pressing tighter in return, he knows Die wants this, always has wanted this, from him, from him only, asked for it in hushed, hidden whispers, (i want, yes, i want, i want this) and as he moves faster, faster, faster still into him, a burning between them, almost hurting, he can see the skin of Die's neck red behind his fingers, hear his strangled noises, feel Die's fingers dig between his buttocks harder, faster, pushing him into himself, until they both come and Shinya can finally release his neck and watch him come down from the rush sobbing.
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(requested by wildmetal_chick )
Die/Kaoru
Ok, so it goes like, one beer now, two later, three, four, five around the bus with the Americans (because alcohol seems like such a great idea when you have nothing to say, besides it makes everyone laugh and do stupid shit that strangely unifies and pacifies in an illusory realm with no language just huh huh uhu), and by the sixth he's puking his guts in the back of the parking lot , alone, under a lamppost and circling moth while people scream in the distance unaffected. There's the sound of steps approaching through the gravel and while he contemplates the washed colors of the mosaic his interiors leave on the ground, how the wire of the fence digs into his skin and the sour taste of barely processed beer and saliva, he feels a hand gathering his hair into a tail, then another drawing circles between his shoulder blades. Kaoru says it's ok, it's ok and Die supposes it is, even so far away in a foreign parking lot.
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(requested by freedomxpeace )
Boo/Toshiya/Kaoru
This murky room closing in on them, white curtains and the milky atmosphere of smoke and early morning light, it takes a warm exhalation over the inside of his arm and he looks down at a perfect mouth open against his skin, at Boo’s scratchy cheek leaving flecks of red over a perfect white neck, at Boo’s hand under the white fabric of a t-shirt, barely moving over a nipple, then lower at another hand moving inside pants.
His mind is a warped distillation of blood and alcohol and he feels his own body moving closer on its own, pressing slowly against that faintly quivering body, his eyes transfixed at the movements underneath the fabric.
Boo moves and it sends a ripple through the bed, and when he looks back to the face between them, Toshiya’s watching him from between his lashes, a damp gaze staring back into his eyes, unreadable, not relenting. The room is quiet, filled with breathing, heavy with smoke, heavy with something else, indefinable and changing, and when Toshiya’s tongue flickers a little past his lips he plunges down, meeting it in his mouth, his hand grabbing at Toshiya’s pants, resting over his moving hand and next time Toshiya exhales he’s there to catch it.
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(requested by cateris in the ongoing one-sentence challenge. Go request your own or fill in something.)
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Author: rheak
Pairings: Kaoru/Boo, Toshiya/Uruha, Toshiya/Die, Kaoru/Shinya, Die/Kyo, Die/Shinya, Die/Kaoru (Dir en Grey)
Rating:R - NC-17ish for some mature/graphic situations
Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in the following piece of work are completely fictitious. Even though similarities with the members of Dir en Grey, or other public personae may be found they are in no way implying that any of the events or character traits are true. I do not know the members of Dir en Grey, and am in no way affiliated to them, the story itself is completely untrue and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. No harm, libel or disrespect is intended. No statements whatsoever and no commercial gain are made out of the work archived here; this is simply for entertainment purposes.
Fanfic Archive: pinkucellphone
A/N: These were all written as an exercise and on request during the first one sentence challenge at direngrey_yaoi .
A new challenge is taking place right this moment. Come on over and request/fill at will.
Kaoru/Boo
The television flickers and kaoru wishes it would just stop, just stop, together with this droning in his ears, the static behind his eyelids, sparkling in dots of orange and insanity, the way his hand slips on a sweaty arm and the room closes in suddenly as Boo says, his palm a little too tight, a little too gentle around his nape, you okay and he nods, his face falling into Boo's shoulder, warm and ever-welcoming and Old Spice and sunburn in a way that reminds him of far away summers with someone in a barn and he knows he's drunk, so very past drunk but nods again and says "let's watch another game".
___
(requested by byoutekinaeiyuu )
Toshiya/Uruha
There are times in the morning (why do they always end up sleeping like this, backwards, arms over the bed, feet on the headboard?) when they both lie one next to the other and the sun filters in dusty whiteness into the room and Uruha's arm is pressed to his own, white and cold, and their feet touch the headboard and they are almost the same size and later while the water gurgles in the hotel bathroom Toshiya catches pieces of crumpled sheets that smell of Uruha between his fingers and thinks of times without bands and fans and rivalry and other complications and snorts at his own silly wishful thoughts. (rheakurokawa )
___
(requested by gaussianblur89 )
Toshiya/Die
Between cream walls with Die's heart beating against his own, frantic and a little bit over the top from all that running, with Die's neck pressing salty against his lips and Die's arms crossing in a tight X over his back Toshiya kinda wishes he could just immortalize this moment forever, in a photo album somewhere, in an archive of years and years of unimportant normal fleeting moments we all forget but never wish to.
___
(requested by fonulyn )
Kaoru/Shinya
It's years later, in a trainstation--and they still don't know exactly what to say, because all words have been said already, between those awkward first moments and now-- listening to the regular announcements of a sterile voice washing over the empty tracks and Shinya looks towards Kaoru, his paper thin face, the white hair moving slowly against his sharp cheekbone and the box he's holding in his hands, his skin smudged with dark inks of a time gone by and when he looks away he feels his fingers wrapping around his own as they wait for the train to take them to a funeral.
___
(requested by chivakaza )
Die/Kyo
They sit on a bed and Die says something, then kyo says something, then Die again, and it's meaningless yet meaningful, even like this, no subtitles, just half words and half mimics and Die puts his hand over Kyo's mouth, horizontally, then replaces it with his mouth, and when he moves away, when all he hears is his own breath and the sound of his heart over the sound of traffic outside, when he feels kyo's hand pulling him by his shirt back towards him, he can't help but smile into a kiss and another half smile.
___
(requested by cateris )
Die/Shinya
He holds on to the edge of the bed, his fingers digging in, barely gasping, his eyes rolling backwards, he can see them, the lashes batting, the whites flickering behind, and as he presses-just a tiny little bit more- and feels Die's knees pressing tighter in return, he knows Die wants this, always has wanted this, from him, from him only, asked for it in hushed, hidden whispers, (i want, yes, i want, i want this) and as he moves faster, faster, faster still into him, a burning between them, almost hurting, he can see the skin of Die's neck red behind his fingers, hear his strangled noises, feel Die's fingers dig between his buttocks harder, faster, pushing him into himself, until they both come and Shinya can finally release his neck and watch him come down from the rush sobbing.
___
(requested by wildmetal_chick )
Die/Kaoru
Ok, so it goes like, one beer now, two later, three, four, five around the bus with the Americans (because alcohol seems like such a great idea when you have nothing to say, besides it makes everyone laugh and do stupid shit that strangely unifies and pacifies in an illusory realm with no language just huh huh uhu), and by the sixth he's puking his guts in the back of the parking lot , alone, under a lamppost and circling moth while people scream in the distance unaffected. There's the sound of steps approaching through the gravel and while he contemplates the washed colors of the mosaic his interiors leave on the ground, how the wire of the fence digs into his skin and the sour taste of barely processed beer and saliva, he feels a hand gathering his hair into a tail, then another drawing circles between his shoulder blades. Kaoru says it's ok, it's ok and Die supposes it is, even so far away in a foreign parking lot.
___
(requested by freedomxpeace )
Boo/Toshiya/Kaoru
This murky room closing in on them, white curtains and the milky atmosphere of smoke and early morning light, it takes a warm exhalation over the inside of his arm and he looks down at a perfect mouth open against his skin, at Boo’s scratchy cheek leaving flecks of red over a perfect white neck, at Boo’s hand under the white fabric of a t-shirt, barely moving over a nipple, then lower at another hand moving inside pants.
His mind is a warped distillation of blood and alcohol and he feels his own body moving closer on its own, pressing slowly against that faintly quivering body, his eyes transfixed at the movements underneath the fabric.
Boo moves and it sends a ripple through the bed, and when he looks back to the face between them, Toshiya’s watching him from between his lashes, a damp gaze staring back into his eyes, unreadable, not relenting. The room is quiet, filled with breathing, heavy with smoke, heavy with something else, indefinable and changing, and when Toshiya’s tongue flickers a little past his lips he plunges down, meeting it in his mouth, his hand grabbing at Toshiya’s pants, resting over his moving hand and next time Toshiya exhales he’s there to catch it.
___
(requested by cateris in the ongoing one-sentence challenge. Go request your own or fill in something.)
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