[FIC] - Publicity - Several Pairings - PG-13 - Series
Title: Publicity
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
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
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: This one was particularly frustrating...
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
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
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"Hold still, will you!" Ni~ya growled, pinning Aoi down hard.
"That hurts!" The other yelped, writhing and wriggling, but it was no use.
"It'll hurt a lot more of you don't stop fighting me. You know I'm stronger." He shifted his position so he'd sit on Aoi's chest, his thighs holding tight to the guitarist's chest.
"Why don't you just let me shave them! Plucking hurts!" he squeezed his eyes shut as Ni~ya pushed his long bangs out of his face.
"Because you look like a retard with shaved brows. They have no shape at all. You choose visual kei, so live with it!" He said and growled at his lover's whine as the first stubble was pulled out.
"Domestic abuse!" Aoi barked in a mix of fake mock and true annoyance.
"You like that? You want me to spank you after this? Maybe you need some." The bassist grinned deviously.
"Oh you- OUCH!"
- - -
"Saga, put on a shirt, please, we're trying to work here." Nao scolded his friend.
"And we can't do that with Shou's concentration focusing solely on you." Tora added, crossing arms over his chest. "And stop taking pictures, the beep is annoying!" He glared at Shou.
"But it's hot in here." The bassist exclaimed but put on his shirt again, sending the pouting singer a sorry look.
"Then turn on the AC. We need Shou to sing, not to drool." Nao explained, spinning his drumsticks.
"I'm not drooling!" The vocal huffed.
Hiroto, laughing, came up to the drummer. "Maybe you should give those two a break to cool down."
"No!" Their oldest protested in an instant. "No sex in the studio bedrooms!"
"As if you're the one to talk." Tora said in a sing-song, smirking, shamelessly enjoying the blush he caused.
- - -
"You're leaving?" Yooh asked from his door, dressed in pink pajamas.
"I have a photoshoot and interview today. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Byou said, pulling on a light leather jacket. Spring was approaching full force.
"What about dinner?" The guitarist asked, watching the other scurrying around, collecting things to stuff into his handbag.
"Ryota will bring some he picks up on his way from school. Make sure he does his homework." He zipped up his bag by it's giant skull pendant.
"Okay." He nodded.
"Come here." Byou gestured him to step up after he had pulled on his heavy boots. Once Yooh was in front of him he placed a hand on his right shoulder and leaned in close, backing the blond against the wall. The hand moved from his shoulder upwards along the neck, to his chin which he took hold of with two fingers. Closer, a little closer, until he was sure his minty breath would touch Yooh's perked lips, anticipating a kiss. "Don't touch yourself until I get home." He ordered him in a low, husky voice, the very sound of it vibrating through Yooh and sending a hot tingling down his spine.
Before he could respond with anything, Byou already pulled away and with a last grin left the front door.
- - -
"You alright?" Masayuki asked, nudging Chiaki's side softly with his elbow as they sat beneath a tree on the school yard.
"They are watching us." He ducked his head slightly.
The brunette looked up and scanned the crowed. Chiaki was right, according to the averted eyes, backs turned all of a sudden and groups scooping closer together. "You know, some of the girls were already watching us before today."
"I don't like this." He wanted to sit closer, to lean against him, to hold Masayuki's hand for comfort but somehow he was frozen.
"They'll just talk about us for a few days and then it'll bore them. No need to worry like this." He picked up Chiaki's untouched pack of soymilk and stuck the drinking straw into it. Holding it up against the blond's lips, he continued. "If we can deal with my nosy mom we can deal with them too, right?"
The taller sucked on the offered drink without taking it out of Masayuki's hands. "It's just... some of them won't take it that well." He said after gulping, frowning a little. Same sex relationships will always be an issue, no matter how much has changed in the society.
He set the soymilk down beside him and used his now free hand to wind it around Chiaki's waist. He could get the other's mind off the heavy thoughts, he had to. "You'll get wrinkles looking like that." He cooed, nuzzling the blond's cheek.
"Wrinkles? I'm only fifteen!" He chuckled, turning his head to let his lips be caught in a kiss making his skin burn from being in public, on the schoolyard, for everyone to see.
"Relax." The brunette hushed against his lips.
"Right." The blond chuckled a little more. The proximity felt good. It felt safe as if staying close created an invisible cocoon. "We should give them a reason to watch."
- - -
"I heard my phone ring." Aki walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips and one in his hands to rub his wet hair.
"Yeah, Suzy called." Kenzo said, smiling at his friend, taking in his pierced sight.
"What did she want?" he picked up his phone, checking the time and when his daughter tried to contact him.
"To know where you are."
"Huh?" His puzzled look he sent the drummer was broken as the device in his hand buzzed, signaling a text message.
"That's all. Maybe she wants to snag some of your food again." He shrugged.
"She should learn how to cook herself!" Aki huffed, throwing his phone onto the couch nearby. "And the studio still isn't ready for anything."
Wrapping his arms around Aki from behind, touching the double pierced belly button, Kenzo propped his chin on the bassist's shoulder. "So you could stay here a little longer?"
He could, couldn't he? It was Kenzo after all. It was nothing serious. Was it?
- - -
Ni~ya stopped the car in the parking lot near the entry to the building in which the GazettE's studio was set. Ruki was in front of the stairs leading to wide glass doors, accompanied by a few staff members as it seemed.
"Have a nice day." The bassist chirped as Aoi banged the door shut, leaving the car.
"Hey, Ni~ya!" Ruki called out, seeing the driver's window was down.
"Good morning Ruki." He leaned out, pushing his sunglasses up into his black hair.
"Let me guess, you just did his brows again?" The vocalist asked, pointing at the guitarist storming off.
"Exactly."
"You deserve a drink or something." The smaller man grinned, taking the last drag of his cigarette before he stubbed it into the ash tray.
"I deserve his ass, but I guess I won't get that until he calms down." Ni~ya laughed, enjoying Ruki's unmistakable giggle.
Sometime you need to take care of the one you love, no matter if it means being sneaky, subtle or even rough.
"Just treat him for dinner and he'll be fine."
Because, what is love without care?
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Betaed by her awesomeness gazerotica!!
First of all: Sorry for the delay D: I had a hard time figuring out if the story "Eleven Years" would be main plotline or just a sidestory. I had a few sleepless nights because of that.
There'll be lots of Masayuki and Chiaki in the next part~
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
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
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: This one was particularly frustrating...
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
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
_________________________________
"Hold still, will you!" Ni~ya growled, pinning Aoi down hard.
"That hurts!" The other yelped, writhing and wriggling, but it was no use.
"It'll hurt a lot more of you don't stop fighting me. You know I'm stronger." He shifted his position so he'd sit on Aoi's chest, his thighs holding tight to the guitarist's chest.
"Why don't you just let me shave them! Plucking hurts!" he squeezed his eyes shut as Ni~ya pushed his long bangs out of his face.
"Because you look like a retard with shaved brows. They have no shape at all. You choose visual kei, so live with it!" He said and growled at his lover's whine as the first stubble was pulled out.
"Domestic abuse!" Aoi barked in a mix of fake mock and true annoyance.
"You like that? You want me to spank you after this? Maybe you need some." The bassist grinned deviously.
"Oh you- OUCH!"
- - -
"Saga, put on a shirt, please, we're trying to work here." Nao scolded his friend.
"And we can't do that with Shou's concentration focusing solely on you." Tora added, crossing arms over his chest. "And stop taking pictures, the beep is annoying!" He glared at Shou.
"But it's hot in here." The bassist exclaimed but put on his shirt again, sending the pouting singer a sorry look.
"Then turn on the AC. We need Shou to sing, not to drool." Nao explained, spinning his drumsticks.
"I'm not drooling!" The vocal huffed.
Hiroto, laughing, came up to the drummer. "Maybe you should give those two a break to cool down."
"No!" Their oldest protested in an instant. "No sex in the studio bedrooms!"
"As if you're the one to talk." Tora said in a sing-song, smirking, shamelessly enjoying the blush he caused.
- - -
"You're leaving?" Yooh asked from his door, dressed in pink pajamas.
"I have a photoshoot and interview today. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Byou said, pulling on a light leather jacket. Spring was approaching full force.
"What about dinner?" The guitarist asked, watching the other scurrying around, collecting things to stuff into his handbag.
"Ryota will bring some he picks up on his way from school. Make sure he does his homework." He zipped up his bag by it's giant skull pendant.
"Okay." He nodded.
"Come here." Byou gestured him to step up after he had pulled on his heavy boots. Once Yooh was in front of him he placed a hand on his right shoulder and leaned in close, backing the blond against the wall. The hand moved from his shoulder upwards along the neck, to his chin which he took hold of with two fingers. Closer, a little closer, until he was sure his minty breath would touch Yooh's perked lips, anticipating a kiss. "Don't touch yourself until I get home." He ordered him in a low, husky voice, the very sound of it vibrating through Yooh and sending a hot tingling down his spine.
Before he could respond with anything, Byou already pulled away and with a last grin left the front door.
- - -
"You alright?" Masayuki asked, nudging Chiaki's side softly with his elbow as they sat beneath a tree on the school yard.
"They are watching us." He ducked his head slightly.
The brunette looked up and scanned the crowed. Chiaki was right, according to the averted eyes, backs turned all of a sudden and groups scooping closer together. "You know, some of the girls were already watching us before today."
"I don't like this." He wanted to sit closer, to lean against him, to hold Masayuki's hand for comfort but somehow he was frozen.
"They'll just talk about us for a few days and then it'll bore them. No need to worry like this." He picked up Chiaki's untouched pack of soymilk and stuck the drinking straw into it. Holding it up against the blond's lips, he continued. "If we can deal with my nosy mom we can deal with them too, right?"
The taller sucked on the offered drink without taking it out of Masayuki's hands. "It's just... some of them won't take it that well." He said after gulping, frowning a little. Same sex relationships will always be an issue, no matter how much has changed in the society.
He set the soymilk down beside him and used his now free hand to wind it around Chiaki's waist. He could get the other's mind off the heavy thoughts, he had to. "You'll get wrinkles looking like that." He cooed, nuzzling the blond's cheek.
"Wrinkles? I'm only fifteen!" He chuckled, turning his head to let his lips be caught in a kiss making his skin burn from being in public, on the schoolyard, for everyone to see.
"Relax." The brunette hushed against his lips.
"Right." The blond chuckled a little more. The proximity felt good. It felt safe as if staying close created an invisible cocoon. "We should give them a reason to watch."
- - -
"I heard my phone ring." Aki walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips and one in his hands to rub his wet hair.
"Yeah, Suzy called." Kenzo said, smiling at his friend, taking in his pierced sight.
"What did she want?" he picked up his phone, checking the time and when his daughter tried to contact him.
"To know where you are."
"Huh?" His puzzled look he sent the drummer was broken as the device in his hand buzzed, signaling a text message.
"That's all. Maybe she wants to snag some of your food again." He shrugged.
"She should learn how to cook herself!" Aki huffed, throwing his phone onto the couch nearby. "And the studio still isn't ready for anything."
Wrapping his arms around Aki from behind, touching the double pierced belly button, Kenzo propped his chin on the bassist's shoulder. "So you could stay here a little longer?"
He could, couldn't he? It was Kenzo after all. It was nothing serious. Was it?
- - -
Ni~ya stopped the car in the parking lot near the entry to the building in which the GazettE's studio was set. Ruki was in front of the stairs leading to wide glass doors, accompanied by a few staff members as it seemed.
"Have a nice day." The bassist chirped as Aoi banged the door shut, leaving the car.
"Hey, Ni~ya!" Ruki called out, seeing the driver's window was down.
"Good morning Ruki." He leaned out, pushing his sunglasses up into his black hair.
"Let me guess, you just did his brows again?" The vocalist asked, pointing at the guitarist storming off.
"Exactly."
"You deserve a drink or something." The smaller man grinned, taking the last drag of his cigarette before he stubbed it into the ash tray.
"I deserve his ass, but I guess I won't get that until he calms down." Ni~ya laughed, enjoying Ruki's unmistakable giggle.
Sometime you need to take care of the one you love, no matter if it means being sneaky, subtle or even rough.
"Just treat him for dinner and he'll be fine."
Because, what is love without care?
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Betaed by her awesomeness gazerotica!!
First of all: Sorry for the delay D: I had a hard time figuring out if the story "Eleven Years" would be main plotline or just a sidestory. I had a few sleepless nights because of that.
There'll be lots of Masayuki and Chiaki in the next part~