Snippet-y thing and some MORE pimping
Pimps first: je_fqfest. Still posting. Arashi stories are here. I'm behind on commenting but so far it's all pretty good! One of them was/is/will be mine--I'm not that happy with it, honestly. I really think I could have done better. Or more. We'll see what the response is, though.
je_ficgames is DONE posting and now it's just a matter of time until voting closes. One of those stories is also mine! I don't think it gives away too much to say that it's Arashi-based. I DID manage to comment on all of them, though! I voted fairly even if it meant voting points away from my own team. I hope we do all right. I had some really awesome people with really great ideas on my team and I'm proud of the work we did.
And now! Snippet! This snippet belongs in the same AU as Into the Parlor and More Than Heaven. (You know, the sex-demon stories? Yeeeaahhh.) It does in fact take place after Parlor.
One Moment
(Matsumoto Jun did not eat the same thing day in and day out. He ate what was before him, enjoyed it, and moved on to something new.)
"Hey, Matsujun! You bought my favorite kind of beer!" Aiba beamed at him sleepily over the door of his open refrigerator.
(And he couldn't figure out why he hadn't yet moved on from the tanuki or the fallen angel. It had been months since the first time he'd taken them home. Only hours since the last time he'd taken them.)
"Oh, fuck, Oh-chan-do it. Just do it," Nino's voice carried lust-laden and clear through the very thick, well constructed walls of Jun's apartment.
"Satoshi, don't you dare take a bite out of him!" Jun shouted back absently over his coffee.
There was a moment of silence and then Nino wailed in a way that suggested he'd just been brutally denied what he'd been begging for (and was most probably about to get).
(The fact that their best friends were fucking was probably part of it but Jun was honest enough with himself to admit that it was only a small part at best.)
"Thanks for that," Sho mumbled around a yawn, nodding at Jun as Aiba set a glass of milk down in front of him.
"Don't mention it," Jun muttered. Really, don't he thought. He was protecting a human. A human who was willingly having sex with an incubus at every turn. Jun could never countenance idiots and yet…here he was. "Doesn't it bug you?" he asked.
Sho looked at him, brows drawn together. "As long as they're careful," he said at last.
"No, I mean…" Jun reached out and touched the corner of Sho's eye and dragged his fingers down along the side of his face, down his neck to his chest, following the path of his blood-red damnation. "You've got this and he's in there fucking Satoshi for all he's worth while you sit and-OW, fuckshit!" Jun picked himself up off the floor in time to see the black tips of Sho's wings vanish into his living room. "What the hell?" he muttered, testing his jaw.
Aiba slapped a bag of frozen peas against Jun's face.
(Really-frozen peas. Because Nino ate food. When he stopped to think about it, it was surreal. It was as though he and Satoshi had adopted a pet, only Satoshi was putting it to him every time he stopped moving. Maybe having Nino around had changed him more than he'd thought. Except he'd given Aiba his number even before Ohno had nearly killed Nino.)
"Sorry about that, Jun-chan," Aiba said, interrupting his thoughts and drawing him back to the present and his aching head. "Sho-chan fell for Nino, though. So he takes it personally, you know."
Jun let Aiba put him back in his chair. He held the improvised cold pack to his cheek. "I already figured that. That's why I asked if it didn't bother him. Guess it does," he said, more to himself than to Aiba.
"No," Aiba said firmly. "It's not like that. It's never been that way. Sho-chan fell for Nino. Nino was dying and Sho-chan gave up Heaven for him."
"And again," Jun said with a jerk of his head that had him hissing and pressing the cold pack tighter to his face.
"No, no…" Aiba made a frustrated motion, his ears pricking forward and back. "It's-okay, it's not that Sho-chan loves Nino more than God but it's like he-you know, he sort of-"
"I cared more for Nino than for the will of God," Sho said, walking back into the kitchen. "You can say it, Masaki; it's not a secret." He picked up his glass of milk and went out again.
Aiba's tail swished and he said, "I can't explain it. It just makes Sho-chan really mad when somebody suggests that he sleeps with Nino."
Jun got up and followed Sho. Sho was sitting on his couch, newspaper in his lap, sipping delicately at his milk. "Sorry about the face," he said, glancing up. He went back to his paper.
"Please," Nino's voice cut through the room, right on the edge of being a scream.
Sho looked up at Satoshi's bedroom door and put his hands together, bowing his head over them swiftly. Jun could not hear what he said but he felt the swell of it like a gathering storm.
There was a singularly loud crash from inside Satoshi's room and the sound of Satoshi groaning in something that was NOT pleasure. "Sorry," he called out.
Sho went back to his paper as though nothing had happened.
(And little things like that should not have mattered to Jun, should not have made having Sho and Aiba around more than something tolerable, into something he maybe wanted. Or craved, just a little.)
"Nice blessing!" Aiba called out from the kitchen. "Double punch! You turned the water! I'm going to have to re-wash the dishes…"
The sex-sounds from Ohno's room resumed.
Jun sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Sho. "I don't get it," he said at last.
Sho didn't look up from the newspaper. "How much do you know about love?"
"I don't know. There are the old family stories about the days before the fall, I guess." He shrugged, unconcerned. "It's not worth much."
There was the rustle of paper, the rustle of feathers, and then Sho was in Jun's space, his hand spread warm on Jun's chest. The world exploded deep inside him, slamming in his heart and tearing it to shreds, stitching it back together even as it happened. Distantly Jun could hear himself crying out, could feel himself reaching for Sho. The warmth was unbearable, the ache was a balm. He was full, filled up in a way he could scarcely imagine.
"SHO!" Aiba's voice penetrated the haze of Jun's brain and he felt Sho's hand fall away from him, taking the feelings with it. "Jun-chan, are you okay?"
Jun nodded in a daze. "What?"
"That was one moment of one day of his life," Sho said serenely. "He was six and playing cat's cradle, singing a song he'd learned in school. It was the first day of summer uniforms."
"Sho-chan," Aiba was gently scolding. "You could have hurt him. Did he hurt you, Jun-chan?"
Jun looked at Sho, still reeling. "That…?" he said helplessly.
"Was just a few minutes of his heart and mine," Sho said, his lips quirking up with a small, half-smug smile. "It was only love. It's not worth much, right?"
He knew that Sho had given him the only explanation that would have made sense, knew that Sho was just teasing him now, but he'd touched off Jun's hunger, had pulled it from satiation to raging need again. He was too weak with it, too strong with it. He stared.
"Are you hurt?" Aiba asked worriedly.
Sho looked at him steadily. "If you can find it," he began but Jun lunged at him, finding his mouth with his own and taking the first heady bite of Sho's love-laced life.
"Oh," said Aiba. "Sexy times!"
Jun lost Sho's mouth as Aiba's hood went sailing past and made Sho laugh out loud. He caught it again as Aiba landed on his back, laughing along with him. With them.
(He was afraid of what it meant, really. Because he knew that feeling, that feeling of being fed even without feeding from somebody. That fullness that came from something other than sex. Sometimes he felt it with Satoshi. And he was beginning to feel it with them.)
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And then this might or might not have happened in the aftermath of that.
"Hey, thanks for cockblocking me," Nino interrupted.
Jun looked up from where he was about to get a mouth full of Sho's and Aiba's cocks. "Yeah, because living is so troubling," he muttered.
"You guys can use my bed," Satoshi said, drifting up behind Nino and draping himself around his shoulders. "There's lube and condoms all over it."
"Thanks, Oh-chan," Aiba said and Jun found himself hauled to his feet and shoved toward the open bedroom door.
"You live like pigs," he heard Nino cheerfully tell Satoshi. "Sexually, I mean."
"He's not wrong," Sho said, pushing Jun down on the bed and climbing on top of him.
Jun refrained from pointing out that this was something that Sho loved about them.
(It wasn't that he was afraid to use the word. He wasn't.)
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...what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I even awake? I hope this is coherent. If not, I'll fix it tomorrow. Later today. Whatever.
je_ficgames is DONE posting and now it's just a matter of time until voting closes. One of those stories is also mine! I don't think it gives away too much to say that it's Arashi-based. I DID manage to comment on all of them, though! I voted fairly even if it meant voting points away from my own team. I hope we do all right. I had some really awesome people with really great ideas on my team and I'm proud of the work we did.
And now! Snippet! This snippet belongs in the same AU as Into the Parlor and More Than Heaven. (You know, the sex-demon stories? Yeeeaahhh.) It does in fact take place after Parlor.
One Moment
(Matsumoto Jun did not eat the same thing day in and day out. He ate what was before him, enjoyed it, and moved on to something new.)
"Hey, Matsujun! You bought my favorite kind of beer!" Aiba beamed at him sleepily over the door of his open refrigerator.
(And he couldn't figure out why he hadn't yet moved on from the tanuki or the fallen angel. It had been months since the first time he'd taken them home. Only hours since the last time he'd taken them.)
"Oh, fuck, Oh-chan-do it. Just do it," Nino's voice carried lust-laden and clear through the very thick, well constructed walls of Jun's apartment.
"Satoshi, don't you dare take a bite out of him!" Jun shouted back absently over his coffee.
There was a moment of silence and then Nino wailed in a way that suggested he'd just been brutally denied what he'd been begging for (and was most probably about to get).
(The fact that their best friends were fucking was probably part of it but Jun was honest enough with himself to admit that it was only a small part at best.)
"Thanks for that," Sho mumbled around a yawn, nodding at Jun as Aiba set a glass of milk down in front of him.
"Don't mention it," Jun muttered. Really, don't he thought. He was protecting a human. A human who was willingly having sex with an incubus at every turn. Jun could never countenance idiots and yet…here he was. "Doesn't it bug you?" he asked.
Sho looked at him, brows drawn together. "As long as they're careful," he said at last.
"No, I mean…" Jun reached out and touched the corner of Sho's eye and dragged his fingers down along the side of his face, down his neck to his chest, following the path of his blood-red damnation. "You've got this and he's in there fucking Satoshi for all he's worth while you sit and-OW, fuckshit!" Jun picked himself up off the floor in time to see the black tips of Sho's wings vanish into his living room. "What the hell?" he muttered, testing his jaw.
Aiba slapped a bag of frozen peas against Jun's face.
(Really-frozen peas. Because Nino ate food. When he stopped to think about it, it was surreal. It was as though he and Satoshi had adopted a pet, only Satoshi was putting it to him every time he stopped moving. Maybe having Nino around had changed him more than he'd thought. Except he'd given Aiba his number even before Ohno had nearly killed Nino.)
"Sorry about that, Jun-chan," Aiba said, interrupting his thoughts and drawing him back to the present and his aching head. "Sho-chan fell for Nino, though. So he takes it personally, you know."
Jun let Aiba put him back in his chair. He held the improvised cold pack to his cheek. "I already figured that. That's why I asked if it didn't bother him. Guess it does," he said, more to himself than to Aiba.
"No," Aiba said firmly. "It's not like that. It's never been that way. Sho-chan fell for Nino. Nino was dying and Sho-chan gave up Heaven for him."
"And again," Jun said with a jerk of his head that had him hissing and pressing the cold pack tighter to his face.
"No, no…" Aiba made a frustrated motion, his ears pricking forward and back. "It's-okay, it's not that Sho-chan loves Nino more than God but it's like he-you know, he sort of-"
"I cared more for Nino than for the will of God," Sho said, walking back into the kitchen. "You can say it, Masaki; it's not a secret." He picked up his glass of milk and went out again.
Aiba's tail swished and he said, "I can't explain it. It just makes Sho-chan really mad when somebody suggests that he sleeps with Nino."
Jun got up and followed Sho. Sho was sitting on his couch, newspaper in his lap, sipping delicately at his milk. "Sorry about the face," he said, glancing up. He went back to his paper.
"Please," Nino's voice cut through the room, right on the edge of being a scream.
Sho looked up at Satoshi's bedroom door and put his hands together, bowing his head over them swiftly. Jun could not hear what he said but he felt the swell of it like a gathering storm.
There was a singularly loud crash from inside Satoshi's room and the sound of Satoshi groaning in something that was NOT pleasure. "Sorry," he called out.
Sho went back to his paper as though nothing had happened.
(And little things like that should not have mattered to Jun, should not have made having Sho and Aiba around more than something tolerable, into something he maybe wanted. Or craved, just a little.)
"Nice blessing!" Aiba called out from the kitchen. "Double punch! You turned the water! I'm going to have to re-wash the dishes…"
The sex-sounds from Ohno's room resumed.
Jun sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Sho. "I don't get it," he said at last.
Sho didn't look up from the newspaper. "How much do you know about love?"
"I don't know. There are the old family stories about the days before the fall, I guess." He shrugged, unconcerned. "It's not worth much."
There was the rustle of paper, the rustle of feathers, and then Sho was in Jun's space, his hand spread warm on Jun's chest. The world exploded deep inside him, slamming in his heart and tearing it to shreds, stitching it back together even as it happened. Distantly Jun could hear himself crying out, could feel himself reaching for Sho. The warmth was unbearable, the ache was a balm. He was full, filled up in a way he could scarcely imagine.
"SHO!" Aiba's voice penetrated the haze of Jun's brain and he felt Sho's hand fall away from him, taking the feelings with it. "Jun-chan, are you okay?"
Jun nodded in a daze. "What?"
"That was one moment of one day of his life," Sho said serenely. "He was six and playing cat's cradle, singing a song he'd learned in school. It was the first day of summer uniforms."
"Sho-chan," Aiba was gently scolding. "You could have hurt him. Did he hurt you, Jun-chan?"
Jun looked at Sho, still reeling. "That…?" he said helplessly.
"Was just a few minutes of his heart and mine," Sho said, his lips quirking up with a small, half-smug smile. "It was only love. It's not worth much, right?"
He knew that Sho had given him the only explanation that would have made sense, knew that Sho was just teasing him now, but he'd touched off Jun's hunger, had pulled it from satiation to raging need again. He was too weak with it, too strong with it. He stared.
"Are you hurt?" Aiba asked worriedly.
Sho looked at him steadily. "If you can find it," he began but Jun lunged at him, finding his mouth with his own and taking the first heady bite of Sho's love-laced life.
"Oh," said Aiba. "Sexy times!"
Jun lost Sho's mouth as Aiba's hood went sailing past and made Sho laugh out loud. He caught it again as Aiba landed on his back, laughing along with him. With them.
(He was afraid of what it meant, really. Because he knew that feeling, that feeling of being fed even without feeding from somebody. That fullness that came from something other than sex. Sometimes he felt it with Satoshi. And he was beginning to feel it with them.)
**********
And then this might or might not have happened in the aftermath of that.
"Hey, thanks for cockblocking me," Nino interrupted.
Jun looked up from where he was about to get a mouth full of Sho's and Aiba's cocks. "Yeah, because living is so troubling," he muttered.
"You guys can use my bed," Satoshi said, drifting up behind Nino and draping himself around his shoulders. "There's lube and condoms all over it."
"Thanks, Oh-chan," Aiba said and Jun found himself hauled to his feet and shoved toward the open bedroom door.
"You live like pigs," he heard Nino cheerfully tell Satoshi. "Sexually, I mean."
"He's not wrong," Sho said, pushing Jun down on the bed and climbing on top of him.
Jun refrained from pointing out that this was something that Sho loved about them.
(It wasn't that he was afraid to use the word. He wasn't.)
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...what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I even awake? I hope this is coherent. If not, I'll fix it tomorrow. Later today. Whatever.