your theory is incredibly mistaken, flawed to the core.
Your theory is incredibly mistaken, flawed to the core.
shige/tegoshi; supernatural; *sex
Shige, shige, shige. Shige's name spilled from the other's trembling lips in hushed whispers, drowning in muffled moans when he lifted the shaking man from the brick wall to meet their lips. A strangled cry slipped when a hand sneaked into Tegoshi's skirt, nothing covering underneath the tight fabric, followed by quiet whimpers as butterfly kisses were planted down his neck, each soft kiss followed by a slight sting from fangs slightly scraping against the sensitive skin. Tegoshi wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck, pulling himself onto Shige's waiting lap. He leaned his forehead to the other's, managing a throaty request between pants and groans and the sound of Shige's hand working against his hardening length. Shige stroked Tegoshi's cheek, guiding him down to a soft kiss. Taking Shige's smug silence and smirk as approval, Tegoshi slipped off the crossed legs and impatiently tugged at the zipper of the vampire's jeans, earning a deep chuckle that made him shiver. Shige's fingers slipped between Tegoshi's, pulling the zipper down with ease, allowing the blonde to proceed to tug at the slightly loose boxers. Tegoshi licked his lips when Shige's stiff cock came to view, stroking it once before leaving a trail of kisses from the base to the tip. Tegoshi gave one last peck to the head before taking Shige in whole. Shige moaned, resisting his hip's needy cry to thrust into the warmth, fingers sliding through brunette, plastic curls as Tegoshi's head bobbed rhythmically.
At some point Tegoshi felt fingers slipping into him, slick- with saliva, maybe, but he couldn't recall hands leaving wig nor lips leaving cock -and gentle but satisfying enough, so he thinks, though a vibrating moan that could only be his own traveled down the vampire's hardened length. Tegoshi's back arched when another finger found it's way in, finding it harder and harder to keep his legs from giving out. From Shige's growing moans, eyes closed, head leaned against brick, Tegoshi had a good idea of how much longer he would be in the position, though it didn't stop his ever weakening stance as Shige's fingers kept moving inside of him. Shige grunted something along the lines of 'troubling, fucking wig' as he pulled the brunette locks from Tegoshi's head, taking hold of the blonde underneath to pull the panting Tegoshi away from his cock and into a rough kiss as he pinned him to the ground. "Tegoshi," Shige whispered, kissing his nose before moving to his lips, "Tegoshi." Tegoshi laced his arms around Shige's neck, fighting against the tightness of his pleather jacket and frilled tank top. Shige gave him another look that spoke "troubling clothes" and as easy as it was to remove the wig, he slid off the jacket and pulled off the frilly pink top, skirt last. Tegoshi writhed underneath the vampire as he worked on his chest, the rustling noise of Shige's clothes hitting the concrete not going unnoticed.
It wasn't long after when hands gripped and clawed at smooth skin, cock halfway buried inside of a shaking Tegoshi.
Every thrust seemed to be followed faster by another, yet not fast enough as Shige sped up with every moan that escaped Tegoshi's bruised lips. Lit by moonlight instead of the yellow tinted florescent bulbs in the bar, Shige noticed Tegoshi's skin was more white and pale than he had seen before, that Tegoshi himself was much, much more- "beautiful," Shige murmured, touching a flushed cheek so softly Tegoshi wasn't sure whether he had imagined it or if it was a passing breeze. "What?," Tegoshi choked, lifting Shige's eyes to his. "You're beautiful," the vampire repeated in a silent whisper, but Tegoshi heard it loud and clear. "Not hot? Or sexy or- ah!," Tegoshi dug his face into Shige's shoulder, moaning deliriously as Shige thrust in harder. Shige bent to the blonde's ear, breathing hitched and quiet, his arms wrapping around Tegoshi's trembling frame. His pace slowed, a kiss to Tegoshi's temple. "You're still hot and sexy and deliciously adorable, rest assured," Shige chuckled, but then his eyes softened and he dipped down for a kiss, "but beautiful nonetheless." Tegoshi felt something weird happen to his heart, hiding against the vampire's chest once their lips parted. "Why are you crying?," Shige whispered, softly rolling his hips against Tegoshi's. "I'm not," Tegoshi retaliated in a broken reply, "it just shocked me." Shige smiled into the other's neck. "Your beauty shouldn't come as a shock," he replied, holding the teary man's head to his chest as his thrusts grew stronger. "I'm a prostitute not a model, idiot vampire," Tegoshi murmured, "prostitutes are anything but 'beautiful'," tightening his hold on Shige's neck. "Your theory is incredibly mistaken, flawed to the core," a wandering hand found Tegoshi's neglected cock and pumped, moans stifled by dancing lips. "Shige, I-," Tegoshi's back arched, chest meeting Shige's as a silent scream poured from his throat. Shige brought the plump lips back to his, continuing his thrusts as a shuddering Tegoshi spastically tried to calm his body down. "Can I?," Shige moaned into Tegoshi's lips, the latter nodded, too breathless to speak. With one last thrust and a loud moan melting into bruised lips, Tegoshi was holding a recovering Shige's mouth to his, fingers running through the soft black hair.
"Now, how should I pay you," Shige whispered, trailing kisses along Tegoshi's jaw. Tegoshi shifted his gaze to meet Shige's, staring at the way the moonlight seemed to frame every part of the man in a way so beautiful he couldn't seem to describe it to even himself. "Your love, maybe," he murmured, snuggling his face into the vampire's neck, "for eternity."
"As you wish."
[i/iii]Tegoshi stared at the doors to the bar, slightly disheartened by the misleading posters of his naked skin and seductive eyes. The bells rang when he entered, followed by wolf whistles and flying titles that only ate at his self respect. A quiet whisper ghosted his ears, "you're beautiful", it said, voice husky and deep, alluring and mysterious. He could only push it away, ignoring the pulling question of how the impossible sentence had gotten into his head in the first place. He slid on a pleather strapless dress (normal people would call it a shirt for it's length) and forced painful heels onto his aching feet, somehow finding a way to walk onto the stage in all seven inches. It went normally, a rich man finding his flawless pale skin and blonde hair attractive, the payment going down his pants, and the bar closing just as the man was finished ravaging him relentlessly.
Looking in disgust at the white liquid dripping from his butt, he sighed and pulled on his jeans and overly large shirt, stalking out of the dark bar. On a regular night, he would either have found a place on the street or crashed with one of his highschool "friends" (read: rapists) but tonight had somehow struck him as special when the moon's crescent faced upwards in a smile, a man dressed in black greeting him with a bow.
"I'd like you to join our agency," he said, "as a model."
Had it been any other man, one without an overly kind voice, Tegoshi would have thought the situation was a joke. He still did, but he went anyway, waiting for the van to stop at a shady abandoned building. He stayed unconvinced until the van pulled up at a large, towering building with bright windows and people busily roaming the exposed hallways although it was past midnight. A smiled creeped up his lips when he saw a brunette man grinning down from the second story, waving as if they had known each other for years and a gray haired boy, or maybe man, he couldn't tell his age, eating gyoza beside him.
A week later, Tegoshi was on the cover of every fashion magazine, posted on every building, bus, wall, and, bedroom, and was sitting in a coffee shop with two friends he had picked up on the way.
"Will you stop eating so much gyoza, I have to pay," Koyama screeched, whacking the gray haired singer's arm. Tegoshi could only laugh when Koyama slinked to the ground as Masuda raised his hand and yelled for a plate of cake instead. He watched the two bicker with a smile, Massu stuffing himself, heartily ignoring the sobbing Koyama, and suddenly he felt something strange twist in his heart. "I'm so happy I have you two," he whispered, earning a weird look from the stuffed Massu and teary eyes from the brunette. "We're happy we have you too," Koyama cried, awkwardly reaching over the table to give Tegoshi a hug.
"What are you doing, Koya," a sudden voice intruded. Tegoshi flinched at the familiar voice, looking over to see a grinning man walking towards them. Koyama started spouting a thousand words per second about being proud of the boy for releasing a novel in contrast to Massu simply peeking from behind Koyama and waving with a fresh plate of gyoza, instead of cake, sitting in front of him (apparently the shop is used to Masuda ordering 'cake' when he means 'gyoza'). The man listened to Koyama's every word and recieved a hug of congradulations, fist bumping Massu on his way to the seat next to Tegoshi. He smiled and held out his hand, "hey, I'm Kato Shigeaki. Shige's fine."
"I,"
"You're beautiful."
Tegoshi broke out in a smile, "I'm Tegoshi. Tegoshi Yuya."
[ii/iii]Shige stared at Tegoshi's sleeping form, pale against the moonlight. He kissed Tegoshi's neck lightly before penetrating the skin with fangs that soon were stained red from the blood that squeezed out. With a gentle smile, he leaned in to kiss a pulseless body, one of a soft-hearted and broken prostitute that only strived for a word to be said. "You're beautiful," Shige whispered, disappearing in a puff of black smoke.
When morning came, the sun burned mercilessly against the alley that had been occupied by two a few hours before. There wasn't a body to gape at. Instead, a crowd of curious and awed people stood around a beautiful and miraculous patch of flowers that grew through the concrete. At night, they glowed a brilliant shine that seemed almost as if they were the moon. "Beautiful," the citizens breathed, seeing for the first time the beauty that had always occupied the dark alleyways of Tokyo. The flowers gained the name of "moon lillies", flowers of the night sky. There are rumors that circle the mystery of their ability to live without soil, one in which a man cloaked in black comes every night to kiss the petals of the glowing flowers, a silent "I love you" only showing on his lips, reviving the flowers of their liveliness. Whether it's true, no one ever knew for sure, but they did know that the flower that sat, cloaked in moonlight, could only be descibed as 'beautiful'.
[iii/iii]Shige kissed Tegoshi's skin at the crook of his neck. He licked the spot, leaving only to give a soft peck to the sleeping Tegoshi before sinking his fangs into the pale skin. Droplets of blood dripped from the wound as Shige drank, licking his lips as he pulled away. Tegoshi's eyes twitched before slowly opening. Shige smiled, Tegoshi returning it with a kiss, tongue running over the vampire's fangs. Their foreheads stayed attached, Tegoshi staring into red eyes and Shige staring into chocolate brown. A grin curled at Shige's lips when the brown in Tegoshi's eyes swirled into a dark, bloody crimson, teeth lengthening into fangs.
"How does it feel, living for a second time?"
"Two times the charm," Tegoshi grinned, pulling Shige back into a heated kiss.
shige/tegoshi; supernatural; *sex
Shige, shige, shige. Shige's name spilled from the other's trembling lips in hushed whispers, drowning in muffled moans when he lifted the shaking man from the brick wall to meet their lips. A strangled cry slipped when a hand sneaked into Tegoshi's skirt, nothing covering underneath the tight fabric, followed by quiet whimpers as butterfly kisses were planted down his neck, each soft kiss followed by a slight sting from fangs slightly scraping against the sensitive skin. Tegoshi wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck, pulling himself onto Shige's waiting lap. He leaned his forehead to the other's, managing a throaty request between pants and groans and the sound of Shige's hand working against his hardening length. Shige stroked Tegoshi's cheek, guiding him down to a soft kiss. Taking Shige's smug silence and smirk as approval, Tegoshi slipped off the crossed legs and impatiently tugged at the zipper of the vampire's jeans, earning a deep chuckle that made him shiver. Shige's fingers slipped between Tegoshi's, pulling the zipper down with ease, allowing the blonde to proceed to tug at the slightly loose boxers. Tegoshi licked his lips when Shige's stiff cock came to view, stroking it once before leaving a trail of kisses from the base to the tip. Tegoshi gave one last peck to the head before taking Shige in whole. Shige moaned, resisting his hip's needy cry to thrust into the warmth, fingers sliding through brunette, plastic curls as Tegoshi's head bobbed rhythmically.
At some point Tegoshi felt fingers slipping into him, slick- with saliva, maybe, but he couldn't recall hands leaving wig nor lips leaving cock -and gentle but satisfying enough, so he thinks, though a vibrating moan that could only be his own traveled down the vampire's hardened length. Tegoshi's back arched when another finger found it's way in, finding it harder and harder to keep his legs from giving out. From Shige's growing moans, eyes closed, head leaned against brick, Tegoshi had a good idea of how much longer he would be in the position, though it didn't stop his ever weakening stance as Shige's fingers kept moving inside of him. Shige grunted something along the lines of 'troubling, fucking wig' as he pulled the brunette locks from Tegoshi's head, taking hold of the blonde underneath to pull the panting Tegoshi away from his cock and into a rough kiss as he pinned him to the ground. "Tegoshi," Shige whispered, kissing his nose before moving to his lips, "Tegoshi." Tegoshi laced his arms around Shige's neck, fighting against the tightness of his pleather jacket and frilled tank top. Shige gave him another look that spoke "troubling clothes" and as easy as it was to remove the wig, he slid off the jacket and pulled off the frilly pink top, skirt last. Tegoshi writhed underneath the vampire as he worked on his chest, the rustling noise of Shige's clothes hitting the concrete not going unnoticed.
It wasn't long after when hands gripped and clawed at smooth skin, cock halfway buried inside of a shaking Tegoshi.
Every thrust seemed to be followed faster by another, yet not fast enough as Shige sped up with every moan that escaped Tegoshi's bruised lips. Lit by moonlight instead of the yellow tinted florescent bulbs in the bar, Shige noticed Tegoshi's skin was more white and pale than he had seen before, that Tegoshi himself was much, much more- "beautiful," Shige murmured, touching a flushed cheek so softly Tegoshi wasn't sure whether he had imagined it or if it was a passing breeze. "What?," Tegoshi choked, lifting Shige's eyes to his. "You're beautiful," the vampire repeated in a silent whisper, but Tegoshi heard it loud and clear. "Not hot? Or sexy or- ah!," Tegoshi dug his face into Shige's shoulder, moaning deliriously as Shige thrust in harder. Shige bent to the blonde's ear, breathing hitched and quiet, his arms wrapping around Tegoshi's trembling frame. His pace slowed, a kiss to Tegoshi's temple. "You're still hot and sexy and deliciously adorable, rest assured," Shige chuckled, but then his eyes softened and he dipped down for a kiss, "but beautiful nonetheless." Tegoshi felt something weird happen to his heart, hiding against the vampire's chest once their lips parted. "Why are you crying?," Shige whispered, softly rolling his hips against Tegoshi's. "I'm not," Tegoshi retaliated in a broken reply, "it just shocked me." Shige smiled into the other's neck. "Your beauty shouldn't come as a shock," he replied, holding the teary man's head to his chest as his thrusts grew stronger. "I'm a prostitute not a model, idiot vampire," Tegoshi murmured, "prostitutes are anything but 'beautiful'," tightening his hold on Shige's neck. "Your theory is incredibly mistaken, flawed to the core," a wandering hand found Tegoshi's neglected cock and pumped, moans stifled by dancing lips. "Shige, I-," Tegoshi's back arched, chest meeting Shige's as a silent scream poured from his throat. Shige brought the plump lips back to his, continuing his thrusts as a shuddering Tegoshi spastically tried to calm his body down. "Can I?," Shige moaned into Tegoshi's lips, the latter nodded, too breathless to speak. With one last thrust and a loud moan melting into bruised lips, Tegoshi was holding a recovering Shige's mouth to his, fingers running through the soft black hair.
"Now, how should I pay you," Shige whispered, trailing kisses along Tegoshi's jaw. Tegoshi shifted his gaze to meet Shige's, staring at the way the moonlight seemed to frame every part of the man in a way so beautiful he couldn't seem to describe it to even himself. "Your love, maybe," he murmured, snuggling his face into the vampire's neck, "for eternity."
"As you wish."
[i/iii]Tegoshi stared at the doors to the bar, slightly disheartened by the misleading posters of his naked skin and seductive eyes. The bells rang when he entered, followed by wolf whistles and flying titles that only ate at his self respect. A quiet whisper ghosted his ears, "you're beautiful", it said, voice husky and deep, alluring and mysterious. He could only push it away, ignoring the pulling question of how the impossible sentence had gotten into his head in the first place. He slid on a pleather strapless dress (normal people would call it a shirt for it's length) and forced painful heels onto his aching feet, somehow finding a way to walk onto the stage in all seven inches. It went normally, a rich man finding his flawless pale skin and blonde hair attractive, the payment going down his pants, and the bar closing just as the man was finished ravaging him relentlessly.
Looking in disgust at the white liquid dripping from his butt, he sighed and pulled on his jeans and overly large shirt, stalking out of the dark bar. On a regular night, he would either have found a place on the street or crashed with one of his highschool "friends" (read: rapists) but tonight had somehow struck him as special when the moon's crescent faced upwards in a smile, a man dressed in black greeting him with a bow.
"I'd like you to join our agency," he said, "as a model."
Had it been any other man, one without an overly kind voice, Tegoshi would have thought the situation was a joke. He still did, but he went anyway, waiting for the van to stop at a shady abandoned building. He stayed unconvinced until the van pulled up at a large, towering building with bright windows and people busily roaming the exposed hallways although it was past midnight. A smiled creeped up his lips when he saw a brunette man grinning down from the second story, waving as if they had known each other for years and a gray haired boy, or maybe man, he couldn't tell his age, eating gyoza beside him.
A week later, Tegoshi was on the cover of every fashion magazine, posted on every building, bus, wall, and, bedroom, and was sitting in a coffee shop with two friends he had picked up on the way.
"Will you stop eating so much gyoza, I have to pay," Koyama screeched, whacking the gray haired singer's arm. Tegoshi could only laugh when Koyama slinked to the ground as Masuda raised his hand and yelled for a plate of cake instead. He watched the two bicker with a smile, Massu stuffing himself, heartily ignoring the sobbing Koyama, and suddenly he felt something strange twist in his heart. "I'm so happy I have you two," he whispered, earning a weird look from the stuffed Massu and teary eyes from the brunette. "We're happy we have you too," Koyama cried, awkwardly reaching over the table to give Tegoshi a hug.
"What are you doing, Koya," a sudden voice intruded. Tegoshi flinched at the familiar voice, looking over to see a grinning man walking towards them. Koyama started spouting a thousand words per second about being proud of the boy for releasing a novel in contrast to Massu simply peeking from behind Koyama and waving with a fresh plate of gyoza, instead of cake, sitting in front of him (apparently the shop is used to Masuda ordering 'cake' when he means 'gyoza'). The man listened to Koyama's every word and recieved a hug of congradulations, fist bumping Massu on his way to the seat next to Tegoshi. He smiled and held out his hand, "hey, I'm Kato Shigeaki. Shige's fine."
"I,"
"You're beautiful."
Tegoshi broke out in a smile, "I'm Tegoshi. Tegoshi Yuya."
[ii/iii]Shige stared at Tegoshi's sleeping form, pale against the moonlight. He kissed Tegoshi's neck lightly before penetrating the skin with fangs that soon were stained red from the blood that squeezed out. With a gentle smile, he leaned in to kiss a pulseless body, one of a soft-hearted and broken prostitute that only strived for a word to be said. "You're beautiful," Shige whispered, disappearing in a puff of black smoke.
When morning came, the sun burned mercilessly against the alley that had been occupied by two a few hours before. There wasn't a body to gape at. Instead, a crowd of curious and awed people stood around a beautiful and miraculous patch of flowers that grew through the concrete. At night, they glowed a brilliant shine that seemed almost as if they were the moon. "Beautiful," the citizens breathed, seeing for the first time the beauty that had always occupied the dark alleyways of Tokyo. The flowers gained the name of "moon lillies", flowers of the night sky. There are rumors that circle the mystery of their ability to live without soil, one in which a man cloaked in black comes every night to kiss the petals of the glowing flowers, a silent "I love you" only showing on his lips, reviving the flowers of their liveliness. Whether it's true, no one ever knew for sure, but they did know that the flower that sat, cloaked in moonlight, could only be descibed as 'beautiful'.
[iii/iii]Shige kissed Tegoshi's skin at the crook of his neck. He licked the spot, leaving only to give a soft peck to the sleeping Tegoshi before sinking his fangs into the pale skin. Droplets of blood dripped from the wound as Shige drank, licking his lips as he pulled away. Tegoshi's eyes twitched before slowly opening. Shige smiled, Tegoshi returning it with a kiss, tongue running over the vampire's fangs. Their foreheads stayed attached, Tegoshi staring into red eyes and Shige staring into chocolate brown. A grin curled at Shige's lips when the brown in Tegoshi's eyes swirled into a dark, bloody crimson, teeth lengthening into fangs.
"How does it feel, living for a second time?"
"Two times the charm," Tegoshi grinned, pulling Shige back into a heated kiss.