drabbles #2
[08.05.2008]
MSN chat drabbles, and one just for fun!
Ryo and Shige talk about hypothetical situations (Ryo x Shige; PG)
One day, after a grueling practice which leaves Shige cranky and slick with sweat, Ryo claps his hand hard on the ridges of Shige’s achy spine.
As Shige yelps and winces, Ryo stretches out sore limbs, “So let’s say, hypothetically, that I wanted to see your butai. Which is ridiculous, because you’re lame and I would never want to do that.”
“Right, what of it?” Shige scoffs and rolls his eyes as he grabs his bag. Did Ryo really have to do this right now?
Ryo follows him stubbornly, “So let’s just say I wanted to go.” Shige lengthens his footsteps and Ryo curses as he jogs behind him to keep up, “If I wanted to go…would you actually want me there?”
And Shige pauses so suddenly that Ryo nearly crashes into the man, his eyes wide and voice awed, “You really want to come?”
“It was hypothetical, you moron,” Ryo glares, but Shige notes Ryo’s flushed expression and downward cast eyes.
Shige laughs at the sight and he grins, “Well then, if you do want to come, I’d be delighted!” Before Ryo can say anything, Shige runs ahead, and Ryo contemplates threatening Koyama with promises to cut Nyanta if he doesn’t let Ryo steal his ticket.
Nino and Ryo get it on (Nino x Ryo; PG-13)
Nino grabs Ryo by his collar and pulls him flush against his skin, tearing off Ryo’s shirt faster than he can blink, and Ryo curses when he feels Nino’s erection grind harshly against his thigh.
Yet despite his mind and senses quickly abandoning him, he manages to cough out, “This could be considered incest, you know.”
Ryo tries to smirk but Nino leans forward and kisses the smirk away, laving his tongue across Ryo’s, one hand loosely curling around Ryo’s nape and the other down his pants and moving fast.
“Aren’t we just a sinful pair of brothers,” Nino sighs and Ryo is about to laugh but then Nino starts to pump and Ryo’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he keens.
Ohno and Toma also get it on (Ohno x Toma; PG-13)
As soon as the director yells “Cut,” Toma takes a deep shuddering breath as he pants from the exertion and effort he puts into his lively character. Meanwhile, Ohno walks up, calm as can be, and without saying a word, he grabs Toma’s forearm and leads him toward a dark secluded corner.
When Ohno leans in like a predator to his prey, Toma’s breathing gets even heavier.
“You know how Naruse has a wall laden with pictures of Serizawa in his dark room?” Ohno whispers, breath hot against the shell of Toma’s ear.
He gulps, “What about it?”
Ohno smirks, “Would you be scared if I told you it was like that in my real life too? That I have pictures of you all over and I look at them all the time?”
“What, like a stalker?” Toma shudders, and Ohno’s eyes spark as he reaches down to palm Toma through the thick of his jeans. Toma groans and his head hits the back of the wall painfully. “Do you touch yourself when you do?” he asks, half disgusted and half curious.
“Something like that,” and Ohno’s tongue curls around Toma’s and Toma forgets what he was going to say. It doesn’t matter anyway, because he’s pretty sure it’s along the lines of if it was Ohno stalking him, he could do it any and every day.
Shige the angsty postman (Shige-centric; PG-13)
Shige hates his job as the postman. HATES HATES HATES it. He doesn’t like his stupid hat and shirt and short shorts. He doesn’t care if people say that a man always looks good in uniform. This uniform sucks and it doesn’t get him any ladies, that’s for sure. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s been laid, though that’s probably because no one’s exactly impressed when he tells them he’s a postman.
It doesn’t help that the neighborhood he delivers mail to is the richest of the rich. Since the very first day of his job, when he goes around letting his route know that he will be the new postman and asking that they treat him kindly, he gets pitying glances and upturned noses. He tries to be friendly, to smile extra wide when he sees his customers, but he is always looked down upon and treated poorly.
It’s not his fault he needs the money, that he couldn’t afford to go to school no matter how bright he truly was. He knows this isn’t the best of jobs, but really, he shouldn’t have to be so utterly ashamed of it. His customers have no right to make him feel like complete shit every time he turns into their neighborhoods, but they do anyway, and with a vengeance.
So he hates his job. Hates the life he’s living. Hates the feeling he gets that refuses to leave wherever he goes. No one appreciates his hard work and everyone thinks he’s a dumb loser and these shorts are way too short.
So one day he spies a letter opener sitting mockingly on his desk. And he doesn’t know what comes over him but he considers it. A postman going by letter opener. It could be poetic.
Or it could be just sad.
Instead he heads to the kitchen, grabs a kitchen knife, and plunges it right in.
As he watches the blood seep out and soak deep into his skin, he contemplates letting the Post office know.
But he doesn’t. Those bastards could do without their mail for one day.
AN: :D?
MSN chat drabbles, and one just for fun!
Ryo and Shige talk about hypothetical situations (Ryo x Shige; PG)
One day, after a grueling practice which leaves Shige cranky and slick with sweat, Ryo claps his hand hard on the ridges of Shige’s achy spine.
As Shige yelps and winces, Ryo stretches out sore limbs, “So let’s say, hypothetically, that I wanted to see your butai. Which is ridiculous, because you’re lame and I would never want to do that.”
“Right, what of it?” Shige scoffs and rolls his eyes as he grabs his bag. Did Ryo really have to do this right now?
Ryo follows him stubbornly, “So let’s just say I wanted to go.” Shige lengthens his footsteps and Ryo curses as he jogs behind him to keep up, “If I wanted to go…would you actually want me there?”
And Shige pauses so suddenly that Ryo nearly crashes into the man, his eyes wide and voice awed, “You really want to come?”
“It was hypothetical, you moron,” Ryo glares, but Shige notes Ryo’s flushed expression and downward cast eyes.
Shige laughs at the sight and he grins, “Well then, if you do want to come, I’d be delighted!” Before Ryo can say anything, Shige runs ahead, and Ryo contemplates threatening Koyama with promises to cut Nyanta if he doesn’t let Ryo steal his ticket.
Nino and Ryo get it on (Nino x Ryo; PG-13)
Nino grabs Ryo by his collar and pulls him flush against his skin, tearing off Ryo’s shirt faster than he can blink, and Ryo curses when he feels Nino’s erection grind harshly against his thigh.
Yet despite his mind and senses quickly abandoning him, he manages to cough out, “This could be considered incest, you know.”
Ryo tries to smirk but Nino leans forward and kisses the smirk away, laving his tongue across Ryo’s, one hand loosely curling around Ryo’s nape and the other down his pants and moving fast.
“Aren’t we just a sinful pair of brothers,” Nino sighs and Ryo is about to laugh but then Nino starts to pump and Ryo’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he keens.
Ohno and Toma also get it on (Ohno x Toma; PG-13)
As soon as the director yells “Cut,” Toma takes a deep shuddering breath as he pants from the exertion and effort he puts into his lively character. Meanwhile, Ohno walks up, calm as can be, and without saying a word, he grabs Toma’s forearm and leads him toward a dark secluded corner.
When Ohno leans in like a predator to his prey, Toma’s breathing gets even heavier.
“You know how Naruse has a wall laden with pictures of Serizawa in his dark room?” Ohno whispers, breath hot against the shell of Toma’s ear.
He gulps, “What about it?”
Ohno smirks, “Would you be scared if I told you it was like that in my real life too? That I have pictures of you all over and I look at them all the time?”
“What, like a stalker?” Toma shudders, and Ohno’s eyes spark as he reaches down to palm Toma through the thick of his jeans. Toma groans and his head hits the back of the wall painfully. “Do you touch yourself when you do?” he asks, half disgusted and half curious.
“Something like that,” and Ohno’s tongue curls around Toma’s and Toma forgets what he was going to say. It doesn’t matter anyway, because he’s pretty sure it’s along the lines of if it was Ohno stalking him, he could do it any and every day.
Shige the angsty postman (Shige-centric; PG-13)
Shige hates his job as the postman. HATES HATES HATES it. He doesn’t like his stupid hat and shirt and short shorts. He doesn’t care if people say that a man always looks good in uniform. This uniform sucks and it doesn’t get him any ladies, that’s for sure. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s been laid, though that’s probably because no one’s exactly impressed when he tells them he’s a postman.
It doesn’t help that the neighborhood he delivers mail to is the richest of the rich. Since the very first day of his job, when he goes around letting his route know that he will be the new postman and asking that they treat him kindly, he gets pitying glances and upturned noses. He tries to be friendly, to smile extra wide when he sees his customers, but he is always looked down upon and treated poorly.
It’s not his fault he needs the money, that he couldn’t afford to go to school no matter how bright he truly was. He knows this isn’t the best of jobs, but really, he shouldn’t have to be so utterly ashamed of it. His customers have no right to make him feel like complete shit every time he turns into their neighborhoods, but they do anyway, and with a vengeance.
So he hates his job. Hates the life he’s living. Hates the feeling he gets that refuses to leave wherever he goes. No one appreciates his hard work and everyone thinks he’s a dumb loser and these shorts are way too short.
So one day he spies a letter opener sitting mockingly on his desk. And he doesn’t know what comes over him but he considers it. A postman going by letter opener. It could be poetic.
Or it could be just sad.
Instead he heads to the kitchen, grabs a kitchen knife, and plunges it right in.
As he watches the blood seep out and soak deep into his skin, he contemplates letting the Post office know.
But he doesn’t. Those bastards could do without their mail for one day.
AN: :D?