[FIC] - Late Night Revelations - Several Pairings - PG-13 - Series
Title: Late Night Revelations
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwhut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh, Sakito/Yumehito
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D:
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
☆ Publicity - PG-13
☆ Staying Home - NC-17
☆ To Read between the Lines - NC-17
A list of who with whom had which child lulwhutwtf.
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Saga and Shou arrived home quite late. After working in the studio they had gone out to eat a generous dinner and so now, with their bellies stuffed with delicious meat, they quietly headed for their bedroom. As Shou passed the door of his son's room he couldn't resist opening it just a little to peek inside and check if he was there, alive and well tucked in.
His hand moved from the door handle up to his lips, covering them, muffling a gasp. His head snapped around, trying to make out where his husband was at the moment. Overly cautious he closed the door again, stepped back and then rushed off to find Saga.
"Saga!" He already called out as he stopped in the door frame or the bathroom. "Saga!"
"What's the matter? Any ghosts in the hallway?" Asked the bassist rather amused and screwed his lens container shut.
- - -
Aki was waking up from slumber. In Kenzo's bed. He was sleeping in the drummer's bed for the second time in a row. He felt cozy, comfortable and warm. It scared him. This wasn't his place to be.
Silently he sat up and looked down at the sleeping man beside him. He felt drawn towards him. His hand ached to reach out and push dark brown strands out of his eyes but instead he clawed it down into the blanket. His own eyes moved to his hands, how they wouldn't let go of the soft sheets. A pained sound escaped his lips. He wasn't supposed to be here. He shouldn't stay with Kenzo, it made it so much harder to get up and leave. He couldn't move.
An arm wound around his waist and pulled him back down, down against a chest containing a peacefully beating heart.
Aki closed his eyes in endearing defeat.
- - -
"You," Byou growled out, approaching Yooh like prey. "You fucking slut."
Yooh was walking backwards through the roomy living room. Byou was angry. He didn't like him angry if angry sex (which he loved more than anything) was out of question.
"Don't you know I can still smell your cum in the air of your room? Do you think I'm stupid?" As the blond stumbled against the sofa he caught him by his collar.
"I'm sorry." Winced the blond in his pink nightie.
"No, you're not. You didn't give a fuck about what I asked you to do not. Why can't you keep your hands off yourself for a day?" His face was inches from Yooh's.
"If you'd fuck me like you used to I wouldn't have to do it!" Yooh blurted out with a huff.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He let go of the pink gown and sat down on the armchair. He growled something incoherent and rested his forehead in palms, the elbows set on his thighs.
"In fact I do!" Yooh snapped but regretted his outburst immediately.
"What are you? My nanny whore?" He was staring into the room, a deep frown showing.
"I- I-" Yooh stammered, clumsily straitening his clothes, "I don't know." Yes, he was living with Byou for a while now, but he wasn't even so sure if he could call whatever they had a friendship. He took care of his son, helped him with homework, played videogames with him, taught him how to play guitar. Had sex with Byou, a lot, no matter where or when. He actually enjoyed his life. But, to be honest, he was relying on Byou's mercy. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No."
- - -
"They are naked!" His hands were gripping the edge of the door.
Now that got Saga's attention, "Who are you talking about?"
"Chiaki and Masayuki, of course!" Shou answered loudly before pressing his lips together tightly to shut himself up. He stepped up to his lover and continued whispering. "Their pajamas are all over the floor."
"And?"
"I saw a leg! They are sleeping together in that bed naked!"
Saga couldn't keep himself from snickering, "We've sharing a bed naked for seventeen years now."
"He's fifteen!" Shou said, flailing in exasperation.
"So he's old enough! Weren't you the one making jokes about Aki joining them for a threesome just a few days ago?" Saga crossed his arms.
"But they were so innocent back then," Shou whined dramatically.
"Maybe they still are, you don't know what they did," Saga patted his lover's arm and made his way to their own bedroom.
"But they-"
"Enough of it."
"But-"
"But you are his father and you care. I know. There is nothing to be worried about, Masayuki won't leave him after having sex, he won't break his heart." He sat down on the bed and started to pull his clothes off, throwing them onto a chair nearby. "And he won't lose his virginity on some random party being shitfaced, either. He's lucky. We are lucky."
Shou dropped onto the bed and curled up, burying his face in Saga's lap. His little boy wouldn't be so innocent soon.
"Why were you acting like a proud mommy when Hiroto started wearing suits and lay off his innocent boyishness, but now you're scared?" He ruffled the brunette's hair.
"There's nothing I can do, is there?"
"You can let me distract you, sweetheart." Saga said, a certain innuendo in his voice.
- - -
The twins who weren't twins had lost their concept of time and regained it just as they heard the entrance door click shut. They had been engaged in countless battles in the living room, their controllers' buttons clicking manically.
Hastily, they dropped everything and tried to switch television and console off, hurried to their feet to run upstairs where they were supposed to be. They didn't even make it out of the room.
"Hold right there, boys," Ni~ya crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. His straight face slipped as he took a closer look at his sons.
"Oh my gods!" Aoi exclaimed, joining them. "Oh, no, you didn't!"
"Are you mad?" Yoichi tried. He didn't even know if he was asking about being up too late or their looks.
Ni~ya started to laugh, "I thought you guys always hated being called twins."
Aoi's eyes switched from Yoichi to Taro and back to Yoichi. "Explanation, please?" He couldn't quite believe his eyes. "Why are you looking, uhm-"
"The same." Ni~ya finished.
"'Cause it's cool?" Taro answered with a shrug.
The bassist laughed even harder. "Aoi, they look just like you when you were younger. You know, back then with your corsage and - good gods - how you danced wearing it."
"Are you saying I'm old now?" The long haired man huffed.
"And they are just as full of shit!" He reached for the guitarist's hand and pulled him into a tight hug. Aoi struggled in his arms but none the less Ni~ya started to kiss him, snickering against his full lips.
"Guess we're going to bed now."
They didn't even care which son said it, not when Ni~ya was pushing the other (who shrieked) down onto the couch, an awkward mixture of mirth and arousal running through his system.
- - -
Chiaki wasn't asleep after he heard his parents walking in the hallway, just drowsily basking in whatever this feeling was called he felt, laying there, naked, on Masayuki's chest, a hand holding his, warm skin on skin.
He kept repeating in his mind what they had done this night and every time a red hot shiver ran through his spine. All those countless kisses. All those touches growing bold. It was as if they couldn't stop once fingers were outlining a hip bone. He had no idea that we capable of voicing the sounds that now made his cheeks blush and lips curl up into a dreamy smile.
He had to rethink his whole concept of body fluids.
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I'm ready to get bricked now. Go ahead.
Betaed by tingedwords.
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Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwhut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh, Sakito/Yumehito
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D:
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
☆ Publicity - PG-13
☆ Staying Home - NC-17
☆ To Read between the Lines - NC-17
A list of who with whom had which child lulwhutwtf.
_________________________________
Saga and Shou arrived home quite late. After working in the studio they had gone out to eat a generous dinner and so now, with their bellies stuffed with delicious meat, they quietly headed for their bedroom. As Shou passed the door of his son's room he couldn't resist opening it just a little to peek inside and check if he was there, alive and well tucked in.
His hand moved from the door handle up to his lips, covering them, muffling a gasp. His head snapped around, trying to make out where his husband was at the moment. Overly cautious he closed the door again, stepped back and then rushed off to find Saga.
"Saga!" He already called out as he stopped in the door frame or the bathroom. "Saga!"
"What's the matter? Any ghosts in the hallway?" Asked the bassist rather amused and screwed his lens container shut.
- - -
Aki was waking up from slumber. In Kenzo's bed. He was sleeping in the drummer's bed for the second time in a row. He felt cozy, comfortable and warm. It scared him. This wasn't his place to be.
Silently he sat up and looked down at the sleeping man beside him. He felt drawn towards him. His hand ached to reach out and push dark brown strands out of his eyes but instead he clawed it down into the blanket. His own eyes moved to his hands, how they wouldn't let go of the soft sheets. A pained sound escaped his lips. He wasn't supposed to be here. He shouldn't stay with Kenzo, it made it so much harder to get up and leave. He couldn't move.
An arm wound around his waist and pulled him back down, down against a chest containing a peacefully beating heart.
Aki closed his eyes in endearing defeat.
- - -
"You," Byou growled out, approaching Yooh like prey. "You fucking slut."
Yooh was walking backwards through the roomy living room. Byou was angry. He didn't like him angry if angry sex (which he loved more than anything) was out of question.
"Don't you know I can still smell your cum in the air of your room? Do you think I'm stupid?" As the blond stumbled against the sofa he caught him by his collar.
"I'm sorry." Winced the blond in his pink nightie.
"No, you're not. You didn't give a fuck about what I asked you to do not. Why can't you keep your hands off yourself for a day?" His face was inches from Yooh's.
"If you'd fuck me like you used to I wouldn't have to do it!" Yooh blurted out with a huff.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He let go of the pink gown and sat down on the armchair. He growled something incoherent and rested his forehead in palms, the elbows set on his thighs.
"In fact I do!" Yooh snapped but regretted his outburst immediately.
"What are you? My nanny whore?" He was staring into the room, a deep frown showing.
"I- I-" Yooh stammered, clumsily straitening his clothes, "I don't know." Yes, he was living with Byou for a while now, but he wasn't even so sure if he could call whatever they had a friendship. He took care of his son, helped him with homework, played videogames with him, taught him how to play guitar. Had sex with Byou, a lot, no matter where or when. He actually enjoyed his life. But, to be honest, he was relying on Byou's mercy. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No."
- - -
"They are naked!" His hands were gripping the edge of the door.
Now that got Saga's attention, "Who are you talking about?"
"Chiaki and Masayuki, of course!" Shou answered loudly before pressing his lips together tightly to shut himself up. He stepped up to his lover and continued whispering. "Their pajamas are all over the floor."
"And?"
"I saw a leg! They are sleeping together in that bed naked!"
Saga couldn't keep himself from snickering, "We've sharing a bed naked for seventeen years now."
"He's fifteen!" Shou said, flailing in exasperation.
"So he's old enough! Weren't you the one making jokes about Aki joining them for a threesome just a few days ago?" Saga crossed his arms.
"But they were so innocent back then," Shou whined dramatically.
"Maybe they still are, you don't know what they did," Saga patted his lover's arm and made his way to their own bedroom.
"But they-"
"Enough of it."
"But-"
"But you are his father and you care. I know. There is nothing to be worried about, Masayuki won't leave him after having sex, he won't break his heart." He sat down on the bed and started to pull his clothes off, throwing them onto a chair nearby. "And he won't lose his virginity on some random party being shitfaced, either. He's lucky. We are lucky."
Shou dropped onto the bed and curled up, burying his face in Saga's lap. His little boy wouldn't be so innocent soon.
"Why were you acting like a proud mommy when Hiroto started wearing suits and lay off his innocent boyishness, but now you're scared?" He ruffled the brunette's hair.
"There's nothing I can do, is there?"
"You can let me distract you, sweetheart." Saga said, a certain innuendo in his voice.
- - -
The twins who weren't twins had lost their concept of time and regained it just as they heard the entrance door click shut. They had been engaged in countless battles in the living room, their controllers' buttons clicking manically.
Hastily, they dropped everything and tried to switch television and console off, hurried to their feet to run upstairs where they were supposed to be. They didn't even make it out of the room.
"Hold right there, boys," Ni~ya crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. His straight face slipped as he took a closer look at his sons.
"Oh my gods!" Aoi exclaimed, joining them. "Oh, no, you didn't!"
"Are you mad?" Yoichi tried. He didn't even know if he was asking about being up too late or their looks.
Ni~ya started to laugh, "I thought you guys always hated being called twins."
Aoi's eyes switched from Yoichi to Taro and back to Yoichi. "Explanation, please?" He couldn't quite believe his eyes. "Why are you looking, uhm-"
"The same." Ni~ya finished.
"'Cause it's cool?" Taro answered with a shrug.
The bassist laughed even harder. "Aoi, they look just like you when you were younger. You know, back then with your corsage and - good gods - how you danced wearing it."
"Are you saying I'm old now?" The long haired man huffed.
"And they are just as full of shit!" He reached for the guitarist's hand and pulled him into a tight hug. Aoi struggled in his arms but none the less Ni~ya started to kiss him, snickering against his full lips.
"Guess we're going to bed now."
They didn't even care which son said it, not when Ni~ya was pushing the other (who shrieked) down onto the couch, an awkward mixture of mirth and arousal running through his system.
- - -
Chiaki wasn't asleep after he heard his parents walking in the hallway, just drowsily basking in whatever this feeling was called he felt, laying there, naked, on Masayuki's chest, a hand holding his, warm skin on skin.
He kept repeating in his mind what they had done this night and every time a red hot shiver ran through his spine. All those countless kisses. All those touches growing bold. It was as if they couldn't stop once fingers were outlining a hip bone. He had no idea that we capable of voicing the sounds that now made his cheeks blush and lips curl up into a dreamy smile.
He had to rethink his whole concept of body fluids.
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I'm ready to get bricked now. Go ahead.
Betaed by tingedwords.
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