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Title: Sentimental Dolly Romance
Chapter: 3/6
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Pairing: AijixMaya
Summary: When Aiji gets a RealDoll as a gift, he doesn't think of it as much more than a silly joke, and he doesn't imagine he'd ever have a use for it. But things change...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is in no way associated with the true lives of the people in it.
Note: The plot of this story is from a post made by cadkitten in hiveminding.
So that was it. Aiji had no girlfriend, but he did have a doll that looked like his best friend and a bit of a hangover. Some medicine took care of the headache, mouthwash and toothpaste got rid of the horrible taste on his tongue, but the memory of what had happened the night before was strikingly clear in his mind.
It wasn’t anything bad, or so he told himself. In between rounds of Mario Kart, he and Maya had watched some television, their criticism of the romantic subplots of each show growing louder as their supply of alcohol was consumed. But there was a feeling to it that was different. Each glance, each casual touch from Maya, the way his whole face lit up when he grinned, all seemed to stand out more than they usually did.
It was rebound emotions. It was all of the beer. Or maybe he actually did have a crush on him. All he knew was that when Maya stumbled out the door around midnight to hail a cab back to his place, Aiji had never felt more alone in his life, so much so that he had almost called him back inside and asked him to stay over for the night.
The fact that he hadn’t meant he still had some sanity left. Instead, he had watched Maya’s back as he walked down the hallway, leaving the building, and shut the door when he was no longer in sight. All alone now save for the doll, watching him from the chair in the living room like always.
Squinting at even the bit of sunlight straining through the kitchen curtains, Aiji was startled from the thoughtful silence by the sound of his phone. He shuffled to his room, following the sound, and answered the call with a rather gruff greeting.
“Hey Aiji,” was the response, cheerful and loud. Maya evidently did not suffer any side effects from the night of drinking. He continued without pause. “I think I left my wallet there… along with most of it’s contents.”
Looking out to the living room, Aiji spotted the wallet on the table, nestled between a game controller and some empty beer cans. “Come and get it, then. I’m not bringing it to you.”
“Ah, see, that won’t do. I’m really busy today.”
“Busy?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a date tonight and I need to look good, so…” Maya continued to talk, but Aiji’s attention was thrown off by that simple little phrase. I’ve got a date tonight. It shouldn’t have made him feel so bad to hear that.
He managed to wrap up the conversation without saying much more. Maya reached the conclusion that he would just make do with what money he had until Aiji could return his wallet when they met up at band rehearsal in a few days. If he noticed the person on the other end of the phone had become even quieter since the mention of a date, he didn’t comment on it.
Back to the living room, back to the doll watching as he cleared the table of the beer cans and bet money, and put Maya’s wallet someplace where he would remember to bring it to rehearsal. He was starting to feel a bit ill.
When Maya had gone that night, Aiji had continued to drink and watch television, but of course it was no fun by himself. He had tried holding a conversation with the doll, but it was as unresponsive as those characters in the shows who still did what they were going to do all along, no matter how loudly you yelled that they shouldn’t, and thus ended up with girlfriends in tears and limbs lost to strange monsters. He couldn’t recall if those things had happened on the same show or not. Things like that blended in his memory, a contrast to the striking clarity of his interest in the doll suddenly growing. It looked like Maya, after all, so much like Maya.
First, he had simply run his hands through the doll’s hair. Just to see what it was like. Nothing like the dark, thick hair Kimi had- this was thinner, lighter, sifting through his fingers smoothly. Lifting one of the doll’s arms, he was surprised by the weight. Although he’d moved it before, he’d forgotten about how realistic that was, and how the skin not only looked real, but felt real as well. It was no wonder his hands slipped so easily under the doll’s shirt, along it’s chest and stomach. He hesitated only a moment before undoing the pair of loose-fitting pants that were the only thing covering the doll’s lower half.
A bit of a laugh escaped his lips. If Maya had chosen to base the doll on himself, there must have been at least a little ego-boosting involved.
Aiji let out a sigh. He hadn’t done anything then, in spite of being at what was perhaps the optimal level of drunkenness required to have sex with a doll that looked like one of his closest friends who he also might be developing feelings for. But what about now? Maya was getting ready for a date that he sounded quite excited about, and Aiji was pretty sure he was out of beer, but those feelings were growing stronger every minute he spent alone. What harm would it do?
The doll looked even more realistic in the dim light of his bedroom. The heat from his bare body seemed to be reciprocated in the fake skin as he leaned over it, as he pressed awkward kisses out of habit to lips that did not respond. The eyes. The eyes were all wrong. Too blank, too dull, and the fringe that covered them partially threw shadows where light should be. But if he closed his eyes, it was Maya’s body beneath him, Maya’s hand instead of his that elicited those gasps as pleasure consumed him. It was Maya who he gave himself up to, body and soul.
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Chapter: 3/6
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Pairing: AijixMaya
Summary: When Aiji gets a RealDoll as a gift, he doesn't think of it as much more than a silly joke, and he doesn't imagine he'd ever have a use for it. But things change...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is in no way associated with the true lives of the people in it.
Note: The plot of this story is from a post made by cadkitten in hiveminding.
So that was it. Aiji had no girlfriend, but he did have a doll that looked like his best friend and a bit of a hangover. Some medicine took care of the headache, mouthwash and toothpaste got rid of the horrible taste on his tongue, but the memory of what had happened the night before was strikingly clear in his mind.
It wasn’t anything bad, or so he told himself. In between rounds of Mario Kart, he and Maya had watched some television, their criticism of the romantic subplots of each show growing louder as their supply of alcohol was consumed. But there was a feeling to it that was different. Each glance, each casual touch from Maya, the way his whole face lit up when he grinned, all seemed to stand out more than they usually did.
It was rebound emotions. It was all of the beer. Or maybe he actually did have a crush on him. All he knew was that when Maya stumbled out the door around midnight to hail a cab back to his place, Aiji had never felt more alone in his life, so much so that he had almost called him back inside and asked him to stay over for the night.
The fact that he hadn’t meant he still had some sanity left. Instead, he had watched Maya’s back as he walked down the hallway, leaving the building, and shut the door when he was no longer in sight. All alone now save for the doll, watching him from the chair in the living room like always.
Squinting at even the bit of sunlight straining through the kitchen curtains, Aiji was startled from the thoughtful silence by the sound of his phone. He shuffled to his room, following the sound, and answered the call with a rather gruff greeting.
“Hey Aiji,” was the response, cheerful and loud. Maya evidently did not suffer any side effects from the night of drinking. He continued without pause. “I think I left my wallet there… along with most of it’s contents.”
Looking out to the living room, Aiji spotted the wallet on the table, nestled between a game controller and some empty beer cans. “Come and get it, then. I’m not bringing it to you.”
“Ah, see, that won’t do. I’m really busy today.”
“Busy?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a date tonight and I need to look good, so…” Maya continued to talk, but Aiji’s attention was thrown off by that simple little phrase. I’ve got a date tonight. It shouldn’t have made him feel so bad to hear that.
He managed to wrap up the conversation without saying much more. Maya reached the conclusion that he would just make do with what money he had until Aiji could return his wallet when they met up at band rehearsal in a few days. If he noticed the person on the other end of the phone had become even quieter since the mention of a date, he didn’t comment on it.
Back to the living room, back to the doll watching as he cleared the table of the beer cans and bet money, and put Maya’s wallet someplace where he would remember to bring it to rehearsal. He was starting to feel a bit ill.
When Maya had gone that night, Aiji had continued to drink and watch television, but of course it was no fun by himself. He had tried holding a conversation with the doll, but it was as unresponsive as those characters in the shows who still did what they were going to do all along, no matter how loudly you yelled that they shouldn’t, and thus ended up with girlfriends in tears and limbs lost to strange monsters. He couldn’t recall if those things had happened on the same show or not. Things like that blended in his memory, a contrast to the striking clarity of his interest in the doll suddenly growing. It looked like Maya, after all, so much like Maya.
First, he had simply run his hands through the doll’s hair. Just to see what it was like. Nothing like the dark, thick hair Kimi had- this was thinner, lighter, sifting through his fingers smoothly. Lifting one of the doll’s arms, he was surprised by the weight. Although he’d moved it before, he’d forgotten about how realistic that was, and how the skin not only looked real, but felt real as well. It was no wonder his hands slipped so easily under the doll’s shirt, along it’s chest and stomach. He hesitated only a moment before undoing the pair of loose-fitting pants that were the only thing covering the doll’s lower half.
A bit of a laugh escaped his lips. If Maya had chosen to base the doll on himself, there must have been at least a little ego-boosting involved.
Aiji let out a sigh. He hadn’t done anything then, in spite of being at what was perhaps the optimal level of drunkenness required to have sex with a doll that looked like one of his closest friends who he also might be developing feelings for. But what about now? Maya was getting ready for a date that he sounded quite excited about, and Aiji was pretty sure he was out of beer, but those feelings were growing stronger every minute he spent alone. What harm would it do?
The doll looked even more realistic in the dim light of his bedroom. The heat from his bare body seemed to be reciprocated in the fake skin as he leaned over it, as he pressed awkward kisses out of habit to lips that did not respond. The eyes. The eyes were all wrong. Too blank, too dull, and the fringe that covered them partially threw shadows where light should be. But if he closed his eyes, it was Maya’s body beneath him, Maya’s hand instead of his that elicited those gasps as pleasure consumed him. It was Maya who he gave himself up to, body and soul.
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