[#9 - song titles] Do Virgins Taste Better
Title: Do Virgins Taste Better
Author: hyelle_narmo
Theme: #9 - song titles. I can't pretend it's 'leather' anymore. :P
Band/Pairing: SID/Alice Nine - Aki, Tora, Saga, Hiroto, read for pairing(s)
Notes: 600 words. More crack, with a slight warning for crude language. Side story/continuation of Dénouement. The title makes sense in the context of one line (and even then, barely, but I wanted a crack!title), if you've heard the song. >.> And if not, the lyrics are here.
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"What?" Tora was attempting to loom, but Saga wasn't short enough for him to be very effective. "You left Hiroppon with your whore of a boyfriend? Alone?"
"What're you worried about?"
"It's Aki. You know he'd do anything with two legs and a pulse!"
Saga tilted his head, still trying to see the bad side of leaving Hiroto by himself with SID's bassist. "...go on."
Tora threw up his hands. "Tell me why this isn't a bad idea."
"I doubt it'll be anything he hasn't experienced before."
"Fsjflvnktc," Tora sputtered. "Excuse me?"
"Come on. You can't expect me to believe that a guy who calls himself 'Tiger' is tame in the sack."
An undeniable shade of pink crept into Tora's cheeks. "That doesn't mean I'm - "
"Oh, please. We've all seen how Pon looks at you. If you aren't taking advantage of that, you need a new name."
"I'm not 'taking advantage' of him. You make it sound like I'm... you, or Aki." As if reminded of Hiroto's plight, Tora strode forward, only to have Saga scoot into his path. "Let me go. I have to save the innocent maiden from the dragon."
"Innocent maiden, my ass. Wait ten minutes, and I'll bet you anything that we'll walk in on them doing something dirty."
"Ten minutes." Tora peered at him suspiciously. "Fine."
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Hiroto sat at the table, hunched over a piece of paper, while Aki lounged on the couch, plotting. The guitarist was too preoccupied to notice, and had maybe even forgotten that Aki was still there - at least until Aki crept up behind him, dropped his hands onto his shoulders and asked, right next to his ear, "Whatcha working on?"
Hiroto's pencil scribbled off the page. "Ack, don't do that. Just an idea for a song." He eyed the paper balefully. "Not a very good song."
"Tora's lucky to have you," Aki said, following some connection found only in his head.
"What?"
"Tora. You are fucking, right?" Hiroto blushed, red spreading from cheeks to ears in a rush of color. "There's nothing wrong with it, you know."
Hiroto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you'd say that."
At that, Aki pulled Hiroto's chair back, sliding the small guitarist across the floor with a loud scrape before spinning around to face him, still smiling. "What was that?"
Hiroto wilted a little, but rallied magnificently, or tried to. "You do have a reputation for being... " he trailed off, almost too embarrassed to finish the sentence. "...promiscuous."
"Do I?" His words were soft, and turned just the right way so that Hiroto suddenly realized - with foreboding clarity - exactly where he was, who he was with, who he wasn't with, and where the door was. His eyes darted in that direction, and a second later there was a mad scramble for the exit. When the noise stopped, Hiroto was backed up against the door with Aki's hands fisted in his shirt, one of his hands still skittering blindly for the door knob.
"You realize that the door opens inwards, right?"
Oh, shit. The expression practically exploded onto Hiroto's face, his already-large eyes widening as he froze. Maybe he thought it'd make him invisible, but Aki wasn't like other predators which lost track of their prey when it stopped moving. Besides, Hiroto couldn't camouflage with the door, and the bassist was still holding on to him.
"Aki..."
"Yes, Pon?"
"That reputation you have... it isn't just Saga exaggerating, is it?"
Aki almost, almost felt bad about destroying the note of desperate hope in Hiroto's voice. "Saga hasn't told you the half of it, sweetheart."
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[Yes, there will be a sequel. I think. I figure the only way to make the crack stop is to write it all out.]
Author: hyelle_narmo
Theme: #9 - song titles. I can't pretend it's 'leather' anymore. :P
Band/Pairing: SID/Alice Nine - Aki, Tora, Saga, Hiroto, read for pairing(s)
Notes: 600 words. More crack, with a slight warning for crude language. Side story/continuation of Dénouement. The title makes sense in the context of one line (and even then, barely, but I wanted a crack!title), if you've heard the song. >.> And if not, the lyrics are here.
---
"What?" Tora was attempting to loom, but Saga wasn't short enough for him to be very effective. "You left Hiroppon with your whore of a boyfriend? Alone?"
"What're you worried about?"
"It's Aki. You know he'd do anything with two legs and a pulse!"
Saga tilted his head, still trying to see the bad side of leaving Hiroto by himself with SID's bassist. "...go on."
Tora threw up his hands. "Tell me why this isn't a bad idea."
"I doubt it'll be anything he hasn't experienced before."
"Fsjflvnktc," Tora sputtered. "Excuse me?"
"Come on. You can't expect me to believe that a guy who calls himself 'Tiger' is tame in the sack."
An undeniable shade of pink crept into Tora's cheeks. "That doesn't mean I'm - "
"Oh, please. We've all seen how Pon looks at you. If you aren't taking advantage of that, you need a new name."
"I'm not 'taking advantage' of him. You make it sound like I'm... you, or Aki." As if reminded of Hiroto's plight, Tora strode forward, only to have Saga scoot into his path. "Let me go. I have to save the innocent maiden from the dragon."
"Innocent maiden, my ass. Wait ten minutes, and I'll bet you anything that we'll walk in on them doing something dirty."
"Ten minutes." Tora peered at him suspiciously. "Fine."
---
Hiroto sat at the table, hunched over a piece of paper, while Aki lounged on the couch, plotting. The guitarist was too preoccupied to notice, and had maybe even forgotten that Aki was still there - at least until Aki crept up behind him, dropped his hands onto his shoulders and asked, right next to his ear, "Whatcha working on?"
Hiroto's pencil scribbled off the page. "Ack, don't do that. Just an idea for a song." He eyed the paper balefully. "Not a very good song."
"Tora's lucky to have you," Aki said, following some connection found only in his head.
"What?"
"Tora. You are fucking, right?" Hiroto blushed, red spreading from cheeks to ears in a rush of color. "There's nothing wrong with it, you know."
Hiroto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you'd say that."
At that, Aki pulled Hiroto's chair back, sliding the small guitarist across the floor with a loud scrape before spinning around to face him, still smiling. "What was that?"
Hiroto wilted a little, but rallied magnificently, or tried to. "You do have a reputation for being... " he trailed off, almost too embarrassed to finish the sentence. "...promiscuous."
"Do I?" His words were soft, and turned just the right way so that Hiroto suddenly realized - with foreboding clarity - exactly where he was, who he was with, who he wasn't with, and where the door was. His eyes darted in that direction, and a second later there was a mad scramble for the exit. When the noise stopped, Hiroto was backed up against the door with Aki's hands fisted in his shirt, one of his hands still skittering blindly for the door knob.
"You realize that the door opens inwards, right?"
Oh, shit. The expression practically exploded onto Hiroto's face, his already-large eyes widening as he froze. Maybe he thought it'd make him invisible, but Aki wasn't like other predators which lost track of their prey when it stopped moving. Besides, Hiroto couldn't camouflage with the door, and the bassist was still holding on to him.
"Aki..."
"Yes, Pon?"
"That reputation you have... it isn't just Saga exaggerating, is it?"
Aki almost, almost felt bad about destroying the note of desperate hope in Hiroto's voice. "Saga hasn't told you the half of it, sweetheart."
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[Yes, there will be a sequel. I think. I figure the only way to make the crack stop is to write it all out.]