Incoherence
And here, for your reading pleasure, the Incoherence Arc... Please note the use of the word "incoherence" in each ficlet... As well as my random use of the suffix "-tan", which I claim is Kansai-ben, but probably isn't. Making things up is fun.
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I Can Do That Too
kaxxi_ryo
"Ne, Shi-tan... I saw how you were looking at Totchi during rehearsal..." whispered Die, right in his ear. Shinya tried not to jerk away or look uncomfortable; Die was always doing that kind of thing after all, he ought to be used to it by now. But gods, having Die whisper in his ear like that was probably always going to make him feel funny.
"Don’t call me Shi-tan, Die." Shinya went on packing up his sticks.
"Totchi looks so hot when he’s singing, ne? Like he’s practically swallowing the microphone."
"Shut up, Die." He zipped the bag almost savagely, and turned to leave. Everyone else had already gone ahead, he saw.
"I can do that too, you know. Want me to show you?" Die was still right there. Right in front of him.
"I know you can sing, Die. You’ve sung my songs, haven’t you? I don’t need a demonstration. Now, I need to go home and feed Miyu."
Die didn’t move. "Not sing. Swallow things."
Stunned, Shinya failed to resist when Die backed him into the wall and reached to undo his pants. As his zipper went down, he found his voice. "This... this isn’t funny, Die. I..."
"Oh, I’m not trying to be funny." Shinya gasped as Die finished pulling down his pants and knelt down.
"Die, you... this..." Shinya had never felt so incoherent in his life.
"Relax, Shi-tan." And Die proceeded to demonstrate that yes, he was extremely skilled at 'swallowing things.'
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Damn Totchi.
kaxxi_ryo
Shinya had tried to get away after rehearsal quickly that day in his continuing quest to avoid Die at all costs. He still didn’t know what to think about, well, The Incident. He knew what had happened of course, but why? Why had Die - No, why had he let Die - No, he didn’t know what to think so he wasn’t going to think. Or risk a repetition, either.
So, he certainly wasn’t in this situation because he wanted to be. No, the blame for that rested squarely on Totchi. Totchi and his damn puppy-eyed bounciness. He reminded him of Miyu. He never could resist Miyu, and he couldn’t resist Totchi either. So he’d gone drinking with Totchi and Die. It should have been safe. Because Totchi was there. But then Totchi left. Damn Totchi.
He’d tried to leave too. But Die had insisted on sharing a cab with him. And now he was following him up to his apartment. Damn Die.
"Ne, Shi-tan," Die breathed in his ear.
"Don’t call me Shi-tan, Die." Gods. The breathing in his ear thing again. He should have stayed at the bar and had another drink. "Why are you following me anyway? Go home." How could Totchi desert him like this?
"You think about Totchi too much."
"W-What? Die..." He felt his keys being lifted from his hands as Die pressed him against his door and kissed him. If he thought about Totchi too much, why was it Die that made him so incoherent?
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Not Thinking
kaxxi_ryo
"Shinya! What’s wrong with you today? The rest of us stopped playing 4 bars ago!"
"Ano… sorry, Kaoru. I was not thinking." Shinya whispered, distractedly.
"Saa... Well, that’s enough for today anyway. Let’s stop here. Good work the rest of you." Kaoru’s voice faded into the background, behind Shinya's not thinking. He sat there, unmoving, not thinking about last night. Not thinking about how Die had kissed him, used his keys to open his door, ushered him in, kissed him again and then... pressed his keys into his hand and left. Not thinking about how he'd been too incoherent to stop him. Not thinking about how Die's kiss had made him so hard that he had gone into the kitchen, fed Miyu, and then, unable to stand it anymore, had sat down at the table and stroked himself to release thinking about what Die's beautiful hands would feel like instead of his own.
That was when he had started not thinking. And he hadn't been able to stop since. He'd spent the entire rehearsal not thinking about Die's hands. He still was.
"Ne, Shi-tan." Startled again by that breathy whisper, he spun around on his stool. Apparently he was going to have to spend some time not thinking about Die's sexy voice. "Have you been thinking about me?"
With relief, Shinya stopped not thinking about Die's hands; the reality was much better than he'd thought anyway.
Much, much later, Shinya realized he hadn't told Die not to call him Shi-tan.
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That Way It Rhymes.
kaxxi_ryo
"Ne, Shi-tan. Isn't Mi-tan cute? Hims is very cute. Hims wants a treat, doesn't hims? Kawaii, ne."
"The dog's name isn't Mi-tan, Die. MY name isn't Shi-tan, Die."
"He answers to it. And you should call me Di-tan. That way it rhymes."
"That's because you're giving him treats. And I'm not calling you Di-tan." Shinya finished putting the groceries away, and turned back toward his... guest. His uninvited guest who was suddenly standing and much closer.
"Shall I give you a treat, too, Shi-tan?" Die purred, causing Shinya to flush hotly.
"I still won't ca-mmm."
Shinya was never sure how they had ended up in his room, on his bed, with most of their clothes off. But Die had skills like that. He was here after all. And he'd even found Miyu's doggie treats.
"C'mon, Shi-tan. Say it." At this point, Shinya wasn't sure he'd ever be able to say anything again. With every new skill Die revealed, he was discovering large, formerly uncharted territories of incoherence. He could moan though. And he did. Repeatedly. It seemed the only appropriate response to the feel of Die's mouth licking and sucking and biting, Die's hands touching and rubbing and caressing, Die's fingers stroking and pushing and stretching. Gods. Die’s cock nudging and sliding and thrusting.
He could also whimper. There really wasn't anything else to call the sound he made when Die suddenly... stopped.
"Say it, Shi-tan..." A low whisper.
"Die..." Desperately, his hips moving.
"Not Die. Say it. For me."
"Di-...tan..."
*****
Ah, implied smut.
ryo
*****
I Can Do That Too
kaxxi_ryo
"Ne, Shi-tan... I saw how you were looking at Totchi during rehearsal..." whispered Die, right in his ear. Shinya tried not to jerk away or look uncomfortable; Die was always doing that kind of thing after all, he ought to be used to it by now. But gods, having Die whisper in his ear like that was probably always going to make him feel funny.
"Don’t call me Shi-tan, Die." Shinya went on packing up his sticks.
"Totchi looks so hot when he’s singing, ne? Like he’s practically swallowing the microphone."
"Shut up, Die." He zipped the bag almost savagely, and turned to leave. Everyone else had already gone ahead, he saw.
"I can do that too, you know. Want me to show you?" Die was still right there. Right in front of him.
"I know you can sing, Die. You’ve sung my songs, haven’t you? I don’t need a demonstration. Now, I need to go home and feed Miyu."
Die didn’t move. "Not sing. Swallow things."
Stunned, Shinya failed to resist when Die backed him into the wall and reached to undo his pants. As his zipper went down, he found his voice. "This... this isn’t funny, Die. I..."
"Oh, I’m not trying to be funny." Shinya gasped as Die finished pulling down his pants and knelt down.
"Die, you... this..." Shinya had never felt so incoherent in his life.
"Relax, Shi-tan." And Die proceeded to demonstrate that yes, he was extremely skilled at 'swallowing things.'
*****
Damn Totchi.
kaxxi_ryo
Shinya had tried to get away after rehearsal quickly that day in his continuing quest to avoid Die at all costs. He still didn’t know what to think about, well, The Incident. He knew what had happened of course, but why? Why had Die - No, why had he let Die - No, he didn’t know what to think so he wasn’t going to think. Or risk a repetition, either.
So, he certainly wasn’t in this situation because he wanted to be. No, the blame for that rested squarely on Totchi. Totchi and his damn puppy-eyed bounciness. He reminded him of Miyu. He never could resist Miyu, and he couldn’t resist Totchi either. So he’d gone drinking with Totchi and Die. It should have been safe. Because Totchi was there. But then Totchi left. Damn Totchi.
He’d tried to leave too. But Die had insisted on sharing a cab with him. And now he was following him up to his apartment. Damn Die.
"Ne, Shi-tan," Die breathed in his ear.
"Don’t call me Shi-tan, Die." Gods. The breathing in his ear thing again. He should have stayed at the bar and had another drink. "Why are you following me anyway? Go home." How could Totchi desert him like this?
"You think about Totchi too much."
"W-What? Die..." He felt his keys being lifted from his hands as Die pressed him against his door and kissed him. If he thought about Totchi too much, why was it Die that made him so incoherent?
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Not Thinking
kaxxi_ryo
"Shinya! What’s wrong with you today? The rest of us stopped playing 4 bars ago!"
"Ano… sorry, Kaoru. I was not thinking." Shinya whispered, distractedly.
"Saa... Well, that’s enough for today anyway. Let’s stop here. Good work the rest of you." Kaoru’s voice faded into the background, behind Shinya's not thinking. He sat there, unmoving, not thinking about last night. Not thinking about how Die had kissed him, used his keys to open his door, ushered him in, kissed him again and then... pressed his keys into his hand and left. Not thinking about how he'd been too incoherent to stop him. Not thinking about how Die's kiss had made him so hard that he had gone into the kitchen, fed Miyu, and then, unable to stand it anymore, had sat down at the table and stroked himself to release thinking about what Die's beautiful hands would feel like instead of his own.
That was when he had started not thinking. And he hadn't been able to stop since. He'd spent the entire rehearsal not thinking about Die's hands. He still was.
"Ne, Shi-tan." Startled again by that breathy whisper, he spun around on his stool. Apparently he was going to have to spend some time not thinking about Die's sexy voice. "Have you been thinking about me?"
With relief, Shinya stopped not thinking about Die's hands; the reality was much better than he'd thought anyway.
Much, much later, Shinya realized he hadn't told Die not to call him Shi-tan.
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That Way It Rhymes.
kaxxi_ryo
"Ne, Shi-tan. Isn't Mi-tan cute? Hims is very cute. Hims wants a treat, doesn't hims? Kawaii, ne."
"The dog's name isn't Mi-tan, Die. MY name isn't Shi-tan, Die."
"He answers to it. And you should call me Di-tan. That way it rhymes."
"That's because you're giving him treats. And I'm not calling you Di-tan." Shinya finished putting the groceries away, and turned back toward his... guest. His uninvited guest who was suddenly standing and much closer.
"Shall I give you a treat, too, Shi-tan?" Die purred, causing Shinya to flush hotly.
"I still won't ca-mmm."
Shinya was never sure how they had ended up in his room, on his bed, with most of their clothes off. But Die had skills like that. He was here after all. And he'd even found Miyu's doggie treats.
"C'mon, Shi-tan. Say it." At this point, Shinya wasn't sure he'd ever be able to say anything again. With every new skill Die revealed, he was discovering large, formerly uncharted territories of incoherence. He could moan though. And he did. Repeatedly. It seemed the only appropriate response to the feel of Die's mouth licking and sucking and biting, Die's hands touching and rubbing and caressing, Die's fingers stroking and pushing and stretching. Gods. Die’s cock nudging and sliding and thrusting.
He could also whimper. There really wasn't anything else to call the sound he made when Die suddenly... stopped.
"Say it, Shi-tan..." A low whisper.
"Die..." Desperately, his hips moving.
"Not Die. Say it. For me."
"Di-...tan..."
*****
Ah, implied smut.
ryo