[FIC] - Staying Home - Several Pairings - NC-17 - Series
Title: Staying Home
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh, Sakito/Yumehito
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Yooh is forcing me to write dirty stuff...
Rainchaser's Archive
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☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
☆ Dawned - PG-13
☆ Proximity - PG-13
☆ Meals and Desserts - NC-17
☆ Bedtime Stories - PG-13
☆ A Little Late - NC-17
☆ At the Sight of Love - PG
☆ Publicity - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child lulwhutwtf.
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Yooh was searching around every drawer, every closet and every damn cupboard in the apartment. he still had about two hours left till Ryota would arrive home and he just couldn't take it anymore. It had been almost a week since the last time he had sex, being pounded into a mattress just the right way. The last time he went out he got arrested before anything could happen. Just because he was driving without a license. Not for the first time, but really, why arrest him?
He banged the drawer shut. There wasn't even lube anywhere. Not even one of those tiny packs you could put in your wallet.
"Why the fuck did he have to lock his bedroom door?" Yooh growled. He needed release. He needed something inside of him, stretching and burning at best. He didn't care that Byou ordered him not to touch himself.
- - -
Mao rolled onto his belly, his arms hanging off the couch. He was bored. He didn't feel like writing lyrics to melodies that weren't written yet. He didn't feel like going to shop for shoes. He was just plain bored.
Kai was off to work on new songs with his band. In his studio. His perfectly functional studio. Why did SID's studio have to suffer from so many technical problems now?
Yuuya was probably locked up somewhere and using the time to play videogame like a maniac. Shinji? Enjoying his pampered life with his wife, maybe. Or also locked up.
He rolled back onto his back and glanced at his fish tank.
Could fish get bored too?
- - -
Hikaru was clinging to his mother's shirt, whimpering. Sakito carried the boy in his arms towards the comfy sofa which was already prepared with a bunch of small pillows and a thick fleece blanket. He sat him down, pried his small hands off his black shirt and wrapped him in cream colored blanket.
He knelled down. "I'll be right back, sweetheart. I just have to go to the infirmary to get you some meds so you can get healthy a lot quicker, okay?"
Hikaru nodded and sniffed. He refused to talk, his throat was hurting too much already just from swallowing a sip of tea.
Sakito pushed the box of paper tissues on the coffee table closer. "Would you like some ice cream for your throat? It'll ease the pain."
Another nod. A tiny smile.
"I'll get you one and then leave for only half an hour, okay?"
Nod. Sniff. Gosh, seeing him like this was breaking his mother's heart.
The guitarist kissed his feverish forehead and went back into the kitchen to pick a small pack of Hägen Daz, blackberry flavored, from the freezer. Seeing his dearest son sick made himself feel miserable. He had to smile, though, to sheer him up. It was just a cold and a little fever. They could handle it. He opened a drawer to take out a spoon.
Maybe he should call his own mother to ask for advice.
- - -
Yooh's right cheek was pressed against the mattress, his backside perked up. The only thing he could find was some small gift bottle of massage oil, smelling like cheap perfume. It did it's job, though. He pushed a third finger passed his entrance, scissoring them, twisting, turning, stretching. His other hand was jerking his dripping cock. He balanced himself with his shoulders and knees.
It wasn't good. It didn't fill him like one of his toys could. Like a real man could. But this would be all for now.
He shoved his fingers deeper, his wrist almost hurting due to the angle. Why wouldn't Byou just ram him into a wall and fuck him hard and rough? Why wouldn't he order him down on his knees to suck him off? He missed how he'd cum right on his face.
All Byou did these days was teasing him and denying him anything sexual.
- - -
"Yoichi, seriously, I don't think this is such a good idea." Taro said, tugging on his brother's sleeve to stop him.
"It'll be fun."
Really, Taro didn't like that kind of grin.
"Come on!" He walked a few steps backwards, his schoolbag slung over his shoulder.
"They tease us enough as it is already, we don't need to give them any more reason." He wasn't moving. He didn't want to go.
"Let's use it against them, then." He bent forward, his long black bangs falling into his face.
That damn smug grin. He felt like punching his brother.
Yoichi turned around and kept walking. "I'm going there anyway. Tag along or go home alone." He waved.
Taro huffed. "Fine!" He braced his shoulders and followed the other. He absolutely didn't like his plan, but he was still his brother.
- - -
Hiroto handed Shou a Starbucks coffee some staff member had brought them. He was a little surprised that the vocalist didn't pick his up himself, instead he was brooding on the sofa, sheets filled with notes and lyrics in his lap. He wasn't studying them, he could tell, his eyes weren't moving.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Hiroto asked, sitting down beside his friend, sipping his cool water.
The rhythm team was working out the main part of the song, the chorus theme was set already. Tora was with them since it had been his initial idea. That left Shou and Hiroto to themselves.
"I was thinking about our sons." Shou said, a little absent-mindedly.
"You worry too much." Hiroto practically draped himself over the sofa, spreading his legs comfortably.
"It's not like-" Gosh, what was his problem? "It's not like I don't want them to have sex."
"But?" He sloped further into the soft cushions.
"It's... wouldn't they change?" He tipped the straw of his drink against his lips.
Hiroto's brows furrowed. "Change?" Would they change? Wouldn't it just mean their intimacy was added a new level?
Shou leaned back. "How they act around us."
Hiroto took another mouthful of water before he answered. "Like, sneaking away, unsubtly touching each other and giggling?"
The older nodded.
"Don't they do that already?" He chuckled.
The taller looked up, eyes wide. "You think they've-"
"No, no, calm down." Hiroto burst into laughter. "I'd know, trust me."
"How would you know?"
"Uruha would know. Mother's instincts, I guess." He scratched his head. "Or just him being nosy."
"They are lucky, aren't they?" Shou mused, looking back down at the sheets and the doodles he had drawn on them, finally sucking on his coffee.
The younger cocked a brow. "What do you mean?"
"They won't give their virginity to someone they'd leave eventually."
Both stayed quiet for a moment, letting the meaning sink in.
"Do you really think they'll stay together forever?" Hiroto asked, feeling bad for forming that question.
A dreamy smile tugged on Shou's lips. "It's possible."
"Romantic."
- - -
"Will you stop laughing!" Chiaki huffed, pushing against Masayuki's shoulder.
It just added fuel to the fire and the laughter came a little louder as the brunette fell to the ground he was already sitting on.
"I said stop laughing!" He couldn't hold back a little giggle himself.
"You almost killed me", Masayuki said between deep breath broken with laughter "and then you threw yourself over that cliff?"
"I tripped!" He got on all fours and moved above his shaking friend.
"No, you committed suicide!" The brunette pressed out, his eyes filling with tears. "I had only 10 HP left and you jump off that damn cliff instead of finishing me off."
"I could kill you right here if you don't stop laughing, I just tripped."
"It's a game! You don't trip in games!" He looked up at Chiaki, chuckles still escaping his throat. "And you'd never kill me."
He placed his hands firmly on the carpet, close to his friends throat, pinning him in his position beneath him. "What makes you so sure of that?"
"You love me."
Heat.
A shocking wave of heat slapped their bodies. Without noticing it, both dropped dead silent, holding their breath, confused with the shivers crawling up skin and deeper, until reaching their belly, settling in a scorching nest.
Something snapped. In a mere second Masayuki's arms were wrapped around Chiaki's torso, pushing, pulling, turning until the blond was lying on his back beneath the brunette, clawing at his school uniform's shirt he still wore out of laziness to change.
He welcomed his weight on his body, the hand that suddenly found it's way into his hair as he was kissed passionately, his mouth opening in a gasp, meeting a tongue by chance. His hands let go of the shirt and moved further down, resting in the middle of the brunette's back as he felt himself arch up against him. Due to that move he was fully aware of their position: Masayuki was lying between his spread legs, their crotches aligned, bodies flush against each other. He arched again, feeling the friction between them, how it itched and urged them on. He dared to move his hands further down, pulling the shirt up and touching bare skin. It was so hot all of a sudden. Everything seemed so hot.
He nibbled on Chiaki's bottom lip, not sure what to concentrate on. The kiss? The hands on his skin? How they were rubbing against each other? He didn't know. How was he supposed to know. A frustrated moan escaped his throat as he deepened the kiss once more, feeling teeth tug on his piercing.
He gave in. He thrust his hips forward, pressing them into Chiaki, feeling the blond harden beneath him. It was intoxicating, this gasp into his mouth, the wriggle, the meeting push of hips up against him, urging him on. It didn't take long to build up a rhythm that-
The phone rang, making both boys jerk for a second and stopp their moves.
"Don't pick up." Masayuki breathed against his lips.
"I have to." Short, open mouth kisses, lasting mere seconds. He pushed against the brunette's chest, who flopped himself sideways to the ground, pressing the ball of his hand against his arousal.
"Chiaki! You're home!" His father voice, sounding slightly panicky. "Could you please, please check if I left the cats enough food this morning?"
He send Masayuki a sorry look, blowing him a kiss but moved towards the kitchen. Masayuki groaned in frustration and dropped his head with a thump down.
Even at home they weren't alone, as it seemed.
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Not even half of this stuff was in my notes. What have I done.
And once again beta'ed by lhunuial who is brave enough to take care of my messy stuff I didn't dare to re-read myself. Just too damn tired. Sh deserve a ton of cookies and porn.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh, Sakito/Yumehito
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Yooh is forcing me to write dirty stuff...
Rainchaser's Archive
_________________________________
☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
☆ Dawned - PG-13
☆ Proximity - PG-13
☆ Meals and Desserts - NC-17
☆ Bedtime Stories - PG-13
☆ A Little Late - NC-17
☆ At the Sight of Love - PG
☆ Publicity - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child lulwhutwtf.
_________________________________
Yooh was searching around every drawer, every closet and every damn cupboard in the apartment. he still had about two hours left till Ryota would arrive home and he just couldn't take it anymore. It had been almost a week since the last time he had sex, being pounded into a mattress just the right way. The last time he went out he got arrested before anything could happen. Just because he was driving without a license. Not for the first time, but really, why arrest him?
He banged the drawer shut. There wasn't even lube anywhere. Not even one of those tiny packs you could put in your wallet.
"Why the fuck did he have to lock his bedroom door?" Yooh growled. He needed release. He needed something inside of him, stretching and burning at best. He didn't care that Byou ordered him not to touch himself.
- - -
Mao rolled onto his belly, his arms hanging off the couch. He was bored. He didn't feel like writing lyrics to melodies that weren't written yet. He didn't feel like going to shop for shoes. He was just plain bored.
Kai was off to work on new songs with his band. In his studio. His perfectly functional studio. Why did SID's studio have to suffer from so many technical problems now?
Yuuya was probably locked up somewhere and using the time to play videogame like a maniac. Shinji? Enjoying his pampered life with his wife, maybe. Or also locked up.
He rolled back onto his back and glanced at his fish tank.
Could fish get bored too?
- - -
Hikaru was clinging to his mother's shirt, whimpering. Sakito carried the boy in his arms towards the comfy sofa which was already prepared with a bunch of small pillows and a thick fleece blanket. He sat him down, pried his small hands off his black shirt and wrapped him in cream colored blanket.
He knelled down. "I'll be right back, sweetheart. I just have to go to the infirmary to get you some meds so you can get healthy a lot quicker, okay?"
Hikaru nodded and sniffed. He refused to talk, his throat was hurting too much already just from swallowing a sip of tea.
Sakito pushed the box of paper tissues on the coffee table closer. "Would you like some ice cream for your throat? It'll ease the pain."
Another nod. A tiny smile.
"I'll get you one and then leave for only half an hour, okay?"
Nod. Sniff. Gosh, seeing him like this was breaking his mother's heart.
The guitarist kissed his feverish forehead and went back into the kitchen to pick a small pack of Hägen Daz, blackberry flavored, from the freezer. Seeing his dearest son sick made himself feel miserable. He had to smile, though, to sheer him up. It was just a cold and a little fever. They could handle it. He opened a drawer to take out a spoon.
Maybe he should call his own mother to ask for advice.
- - -
Yooh's right cheek was pressed against the mattress, his backside perked up. The only thing he could find was some small gift bottle of massage oil, smelling like cheap perfume. It did it's job, though. He pushed a third finger passed his entrance, scissoring them, twisting, turning, stretching. His other hand was jerking his dripping cock. He balanced himself with his shoulders and knees.
It wasn't good. It didn't fill him like one of his toys could. Like a real man could. But this would be all for now.
He shoved his fingers deeper, his wrist almost hurting due to the angle. Why wouldn't Byou just ram him into a wall and fuck him hard and rough? Why wouldn't he order him down on his knees to suck him off? He missed how he'd cum right on his face.
All Byou did these days was teasing him and denying him anything sexual.
- - -
"Yoichi, seriously, I don't think this is such a good idea." Taro said, tugging on his brother's sleeve to stop him.
"It'll be fun."
Really, Taro didn't like that kind of grin.
"Come on!" He walked a few steps backwards, his schoolbag slung over his shoulder.
"They tease us enough as it is already, we don't need to give them any more reason." He wasn't moving. He didn't want to go.
"Let's use it against them, then." He bent forward, his long black bangs falling into his face.
That damn smug grin. He felt like punching his brother.
Yoichi turned around and kept walking. "I'm going there anyway. Tag along or go home alone." He waved.
Taro huffed. "Fine!" He braced his shoulders and followed the other. He absolutely didn't like his plan, but he was still his brother.
- - -
Hiroto handed Shou a Starbucks coffee some staff member had brought them. He was a little surprised that the vocalist didn't pick his up himself, instead he was brooding on the sofa, sheets filled with notes and lyrics in his lap. He wasn't studying them, he could tell, his eyes weren't moving.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Hiroto asked, sitting down beside his friend, sipping his cool water.
The rhythm team was working out the main part of the song, the chorus theme was set already. Tora was with them since it had been his initial idea. That left Shou and Hiroto to themselves.
"I was thinking about our sons." Shou said, a little absent-mindedly.
"You worry too much." Hiroto practically draped himself over the sofa, spreading his legs comfortably.
"It's not like-" Gosh, what was his problem? "It's not like I don't want them to have sex."
"But?" He sloped further into the soft cushions.
"It's... wouldn't they change?" He tipped the straw of his drink against his lips.
Hiroto's brows furrowed. "Change?" Would they change? Wouldn't it just mean their intimacy was added a new level?
Shou leaned back. "How they act around us."
Hiroto took another mouthful of water before he answered. "Like, sneaking away, unsubtly touching each other and giggling?"
The older nodded.
"Don't they do that already?" He chuckled.
The taller looked up, eyes wide. "You think they've-"
"No, no, calm down." Hiroto burst into laughter. "I'd know, trust me."
"How would you know?"
"Uruha would know. Mother's instincts, I guess." He scratched his head. "Or just him being nosy."
"They are lucky, aren't they?" Shou mused, looking back down at the sheets and the doodles he had drawn on them, finally sucking on his coffee.
The younger cocked a brow. "What do you mean?"
"They won't give their virginity to someone they'd leave eventually."
Both stayed quiet for a moment, letting the meaning sink in.
"Do you really think they'll stay together forever?" Hiroto asked, feeling bad for forming that question.
A dreamy smile tugged on Shou's lips. "It's possible."
"Romantic."
- - -
"Will you stop laughing!" Chiaki huffed, pushing against Masayuki's shoulder.
It just added fuel to the fire and the laughter came a little louder as the brunette fell to the ground he was already sitting on.
"I said stop laughing!" He couldn't hold back a little giggle himself.
"You almost killed me", Masayuki said between deep breath broken with laughter "and then you threw yourself over that cliff?"
"I tripped!" He got on all fours and moved above his shaking friend.
"No, you committed suicide!" The brunette pressed out, his eyes filling with tears. "I had only 10 HP left and you jump off that damn cliff instead of finishing me off."
"I could kill you right here if you don't stop laughing, I just tripped."
"It's a game! You don't trip in games!" He looked up at Chiaki, chuckles still escaping his throat. "And you'd never kill me."
He placed his hands firmly on the carpet, close to his friends throat, pinning him in his position beneath him. "What makes you so sure of that?"
"You love me."
Heat.
A shocking wave of heat slapped their bodies. Without noticing it, both dropped dead silent, holding their breath, confused with the shivers crawling up skin and deeper, until reaching their belly, settling in a scorching nest.
Something snapped. In a mere second Masayuki's arms were wrapped around Chiaki's torso, pushing, pulling, turning until the blond was lying on his back beneath the brunette, clawing at his school uniform's shirt he still wore out of laziness to change.
He welcomed his weight on his body, the hand that suddenly found it's way into his hair as he was kissed passionately, his mouth opening in a gasp, meeting a tongue by chance. His hands let go of the shirt and moved further down, resting in the middle of the brunette's back as he felt himself arch up against him. Due to that move he was fully aware of their position: Masayuki was lying between his spread legs, their crotches aligned, bodies flush against each other. He arched again, feeling the friction between them, how it itched and urged them on. He dared to move his hands further down, pulling the shirt up and touching bare skin. It was so hot all of a sudden. Everything seemed so hot.
He nibbled on Chiaki's bottom lip, not sure what to concentrate on. The kiss? The hands on his skin? How they were rubbing against each other? He didn't know. How was he supposed to know. A frustrated moan escaped his throat as he deepened the kiss once more, feeling teeth tug on his piercing.
He gave in. He thrust his hips forward, pressing them into Chiaki, feeling the blond harden beneath him. It was intoxicating, this gasp into his mouth, the wriggle, the meeting push of hips up against him, urging him on. It didn't take long to build up a rhythm that-
The phone rang, making both boys jerk for a second and stopp their moves.
"Don't pick up." Masayuki breathed against his lips.
"I have to." Short, open mouth kisses, lasting mere seconds. He pushed against the brunette's chest, who flopped himself sideways to the ground, pressing the ball of his hand against his arousal.
"Chiaki! You're home!" His father voice, sounding slightly panicky. "Could you please, please check if I left the cats enough food this morning?"
He send Masayuki a sorry look, blowing him a kiss but moved towards the kitchen. Masayuki groaned in frustration and dropped his head with a thump down.
Even at home they weren't alone, as it seemed.
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Not even half of this stuff was in my notes. What have I done.
And once again beta'ed by lhunuial who is brave enough to take care of my messy stuff I didn't dare to re-read myself. Just too damn tired. Sh deserve a ton of cookies and porn.