The Pleasure of Music | drabble | Aoi-centric
Title: The Pleasure of Music
Chapter: 1/1 (drabble)
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: None (Aoi-centric)
Rating: R
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Probable typos, grammatical errors and such
Disclaimers: SOMEDAY I WILL BUY PSC AND MAKE AOI MY SLAVE!!!
Summary: Inspired by the GazettE's DIM-SCENE performance at DIM-SCENE Tour Final at Saitama Super Arena (I'm sorry, my brain is totally fried and all I could think of is how Aoi-sama shook his godly body in the whole live).
The Pleasure of Music
The music, so deep, so enthralling, wrecking him from the inside out, and in reverse, and again. This was the end of the first part, only the first part. Let the rhythm corrupt you, make you insane... And so he shook his head sideways, violently, sending drops of sweat flinging towards random direction. Life was all about this, wasn't it? Now he shook his head again, as if there was no pounding ache in his skull, threatening to tear him apart. No, it's nothing. Kai smashed against the snare drums, hard, heavily. Reita hit his bass strings, the sound vibrating in the entire hall, in the cage of his fleshly body. Oh yes. OH YES! This is it. Threw his head down, and then he let his legs give out, dropping on his knees. With a sudden snap he arched his back, aiming his face towards the unreachable ceiling, letting the light shine upon the white, milky stretch of his chest and stomach. All exposed. He didn't care. See if you want, it's all yours. Yes. Again, he snapped his neck, bent backward and then moved back upon his two legs. A rush of pleasant warmth flooded his brain. God, yes! He couldn't help but think, it's almost like orgasm.
=== THE END ===
A/N: I suppose I should have taken precautions before I went to watch the live. Now I have my brain splattered all over my monitor screen. Someone should go and tell Aoi that if he keeps doing that... whatever that is he is doing, he is going to drive me completely INSANE. But then I can't live without his sexgod-ness so it's a pretty complicated dilemma. Fuck. Oh hell yeah, that was one orgasmic experience.
Fanfic list = here.
Chapter: 1/1 (drabble)
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: None (Aoi-centric)
Rating: R
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Probable typos, grammatical errors and such
Disclaimers: SOMEDAY I WILL BUY PSC AND MAKE AOI MY SLAVE!!!
Summary: Inspired by the GazettE's DIM-SCENE performance at DIM-SCENE Tour Final at Saitama Super Arena (I'm sorry, my brain is totally fried and all I could think of is how Aoi-sama shook his godly body in the whole live).
The Pleasure of Music
The music, so deep, so enthralling, wrecking him from the inside out, and in reverse, and again. This was the end of the first part, only the first part. Let the rhythm corrupt you, make you insane... And so he shook his head sideways, violently, sending drops of sweat flinging towards random direction. Life was all about this, wasn't it? Now he shook his head again, as if there was no pounding ache in his skull, threatening to tear him apart. No, it's nothing. Kai smashed against the snare drums, hard, heavily. Reita hit his bass strings, the sound vibrating in the entire hall, in the cage of his fleshly body. Oh yes. OH YES! This is it. Threw his head down, and then he let his legs give out, dropping on his knees. With a sudden snap he arched his back, aiming his face towards the unreachable ceiling, letting the light shine upon the white, milky stretch of his chest and stomach. All exposed. He didn't care. See if you want, it's all yours. Yes. Again, he snapped his neck, bent backward and then moved back upon his two legs. A rush of pleasant warmth flooded his brain. God, yes! He couldn't help but think, it's almost like orgasm.
=== THE END ===
A/N: I suppose I should have taken precautions before I went to watch the live. Now I have my brain splattered all over my monitor screen. Someone should go and tell Aoi that if he keeps doing that... whatever that is he is doing, he is going to drive me completely INSANE. But then I can't live without his sexgod-ness so it's a pretty complicated dilemma. Fuck. Oh hell yeah, that was one orgasmic experience.
Fanfic list = here.