The Show Must Go On

When You Say Nothing At All [Jui x ??]

2009-06-24T14:21:42Z

Title: When You Say Nothing At All
Author: ToraBish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Crack pairing. Vague smut.
Disclaimer: Story's mine. But I dont own the muses.
Synopsis: Jui's been gone on tour and all he wants to do is getting home to his loving boyfriend.

One month, sixteen days, eleven hours, twenty-seven minutes and fourteen…

Fifteen…

Sixteen…

Okay so it felt like it had been forever and a day since he had been home. Sure he loved his life. He loved the band and he loved touring. But he also loved sleeping in his own bed. More particularly he missed falling asleep and waking up with his boyfriend in his own bed. He could still picture that angelic face as he slept, raven locks cascading over milky white skin. He could remember the way the sun would peek through the blinds and light up the other’s features, highlighting the definition in his arms, his masculine yet feminine facial features.

God he missed him so much. At least they still got to talk regularly. Well, not so much as just a few minutes into a conversation they’d get interrupted by one of their band mates. The worst part was, his lover would be leaving to go on his own tour not but a week from now.

When the bus came to a stop the vocalist waited for everyone to get their things before he grabbed what few bags he had to take home with him and stepped off the bus only to be greeted by the sight of the man who had controlled his every other thought for the last month and sixteen days. Dropping his bags on the side walk he practically jumped into his lover’s arms only for the man to spin him around.

“I missed you, Jui.”

“I missed you too! So much. Let’s get home. I want to relax and just spend what little time we have together away from everyone else.” Jui grinned and took the raven haired male’s hand as they grabbed the two bags and headed to the man’s car.

It was a short trip the blonde’s house but it was spent in silence. Each of them took every opportunity they had to steal a loving glance without the other knowing. But it was once they were in the safety of their own home that things got interesting.

Once the door was locked Jui found himself pinned to the nearest wall, his hands held above his head as his lover’s lips crashed into his. The kiss was fervent, needy, desperate. He could tell the other was looking for clarification. Jui’d be the first to admit, he hadn’t been the best boyfriend as of the last month and a half. There was a deeply rooted sense of insecurity on his part.

But those lips against his own, searching so desperately for the answers he so very needed made him melt. Within moments of their mouths joining, the vocalist’s lips were working to deepen the kiss. He loved this man. How could he not? He just had an issue actually getting those words out. He had even gone so far as to write out lyrics for a song that Shun and Rame were writing the music to. But he couldn’t come right out and tell the one person who needed them most.

When the guitarist pulled back for air, Jui worked his hands free and reached out to him. Cupping his cheeks in his hands he smiled. “You’re amazing. You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

Leaving the bags behind they made a trail of clothes leading to the bedroom. They both needed this. Jui found himself sprawled out on the bed with his lover above him. Grinning up to the man, the vocalist reached up to toy with the recently added purple extensions. “They suit you.”

But the ability to speak left him when he felt those deliciously sinful lips wrap around his already hardened length. Just the way the man’s spiral piercing scraped ever so gently against his skin was enough to make him weak. His lover was slick, as Jui hadn’t even noticed him make a move for the bottle of lube kept in the bedside drawer. But just as the guitarist took the whole of his member into his mouth, the blonde felt a finger slip inside him. That got a rather loud moan out of him.

Reaching down he combed his fingers through the other’s hair and brushed it away from his face so he could see the other’s eyes as he worked. Moaning with each flick of a tongue or finger, he watched a second digit slide into his entrance with ease.

“Please… Stop teasing me. You’ve had a month and a --” His complaints left him just as quickly as they came as his lover’s fingers hooked just right to catch his prostate. He watched the raven haired man move ever so gracefully to rest between his legs for but a moment as he slicked his length with lubricant.

Mere moments later he was pushing inside the blonde cause Jui’s back to arch and a loud moan of his name to escape his lips. “Moan for me, Jui.” His hips thrust forward as he wrapped a hand around the shorter male’s length.

With each thrust, his lover caught his prostate, causing moan after moan to escape him. A month and a half of getting off to the memory of just how good the other was in bed had dealt him in. Now that he had the real thing again, he couldn’t keep his head straight. All it took was one last thrust that brushed his prostate to send Jui crying out his lover’s name as his seed spilled over his stomach.

Moments later, the guitarist followed after him. The two collapsed into a mess of sheets, the taller male pulling a few of them up over them. “Happy birthday, Jui.”

A lazy grin crossed the vocalist lips as he curled up to his lover. “I love you. But my birthday isn’t for three more days.”

“I know. But I figured since I’m leaving to go on tour next week… I’d treat you as if your birthday were ever day from here till I leave.”

“You’re such a dork.” The vocalist giggled and idly toyed with the man’s navel ring.

“I know. But you love me, so it doesn’t matter.”

Looking up in a bit of shock, Jui smiled. “You’re right. I do love you, Aoi.”

“I know. I know about your ex, Jui. I don’t blame you for being so finicky about saying it. Rame told me everything. But I love you. And other than leaving to go on tour and what not… I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours. I‘ve known for a while that you love me. The look in your eyes, the way you kiss me…” Aoi punctuated every sentence with a kiss.

Just hearing the other’s words, so heartfelt and honest, brought tears to the vocalist’s eyes. “Rame’s so gonna get it. He promised not to tell anyone. But you… You’re too good to me.”

Aoi smirked and couldn’t help himself though as he teased, “This time around… You’re going to have to come visit me on tour. I can’t take another month and a half of not being able to fuck you into a mattress. Or being able to--”

“Aoi?” Jui asked softly as he leaned up so that he was reaching over the other’s upper body.

“Yeah babe?” Aoi queried, one eyebrow cocked as curiosity got the best of him.

“Shut up,” the blonde teased as he kissed the guitarist with everything he was worth.

Threw You The Obvious Ch 4. [Karyu x Zero]

2009-04-07T18:03:07Z

Title: Threw You The Obvious
Part: Chapter 4
Author: Tora_Bish
Disclaimer: No. >.< I do not own any character mentioned in this fictional tale.
Pairing: Karyu x Zero (One-sided), Tsukasa x Hizumi
Rating: R
Warning: Character death, some foul language.
Summary: Karyu's in love with Zero, but he's under the impression that Zero is already taken. After a rather public argument, Karyu takes drastic measures. But did he make the right decision? [More summary to come as the chapters progress.]
A/N: The idea came one night when I wasn't completely in my right mind. But I hope everyone likes it. Oh, and listen to the song when you see it pop up. You'll understand. >.< I hope.

Zero was the first to pounce on Karyu, arms wrapping around him tight before their lips crashed together. “We thought we lost you.”

You did, Karyu thought before reaching up with one hand to wipe Zero's bangs from his face. “You know me, I get upset and I like the sight of blood. Guess I just got too carried away.”

“Well there's an ambulance on the way to take you to the hospital. We've all decided we need a bit of a break,” Tsukasa said calmly. “Two weeks, give or take how long it takes for your arm to heal. You slashed yourself pretty deep this time, Karyu.”

“Sounds good. I'll be able to play anytime. A sore wrist isn't going to stop me.”

“Yes it is. I'm not going to let you do anything strenuous,” Zero said softly as he curled up to the guitarist, head resting comfortably on his chest while Hizumi helped to clean up Karyu's wrist.

“Oh really? Does that mean you're going to be here the entire time with me?”

The bassist had looked up to answer the younger male when there came a knock at the door, leaving Tsukasa to answer it. It was in that moment of silence between the three remaining band members that Karyu heard the song still playing. “Please... Someone turn that damn song off.”

Hizumi nodded and slipped over to the stereo to turn the whole system off before moving out of the way for the E.M.T.'s walking into the room. Other than the few questions and the sound of the stretcher being wheeled into the bedroom to lift Karyu onto it. One of the emergency staff looked around to Tsukasa, Hizumi, and Zero before asking, “Which one of you is---”

“I'm riding with him,” Zero chirped from the edge of the bed before standing to take Karyu's hand.

“We'll follow behind in my car,” Tsukasa said softly.

“Well this late at night, it'd probably be better for you to just come in the morning.”

“Okay.”

With that everyone left the apartment, locking it back before Karyu was put into the ambulance, Zero sitting at his side holding his hand tight.

“You do this often, don't you?” One of the men asked. Karyu was ready to explain when Zero answered for him.

“Karyu's never gone this far before. A few shallow cuts here and there, but nothing suicidal.”

“Can I ask what preempted this?”

“I really don't see where that's any of your concern,” Karyu said curtly before gripping Zero's hand.

It was silent the rest of the way, minus the sounds of the numerous machines. Once they had reached the hospital, Zero was left to wait out of the emergency room as they stitched up the slits on the guitarist's wrist. About an hour later they were in a private room, Karyu still unconscious from the anesthetics given to him just before the surgery.

When he finally woke, he was greeted by the sight of Zero with his head on the mattress, asleep. Smiling at the view, he reached down and gently brushed away a few strands of hair. “Wake up, Zero.”

There was a whimper from the smaller male before he looked up at Karyu, who moved over and patted the bed. “There's room for both of us.”

“Mou... A-are you sure?” Zero asked before he crawled into the uncomfortable bed with the guitarist. “Karyu... Why did you try to kill yourself?”

“I thought you didn't care about me anymore... You're always texting someone and I just... I feel unwanted and most definitely unneeded.”

“No! It's just the opposite... You're... You're most definitely wanted, and very, very much needed. I guess I just... I should have gone about things differently. I've been planning this party for the last few weeks. I figured if I stayed a little distant that you wouldn't find out. And it was working, until yesterday. You were going along with it all so well, I thought that maybe you really did have someone else.”

Karyu shook his head solemnly before he turned, one hand coming up to cup Zero's cheek gently. “I'm sorry.” His voice was soft as he closed the distance between them, pressing a soft kiss to the bassist's lips. “Next time, just keep the party from me, not everything.”

The older male smiled before he wrapped his arms around the guitarist, lips pressing against Karyu's in a heated kiss. “I'll never do that again. As long as you promise me that you won't kill yourself.”

“I won't even think about it as long as you're here with me.”

“Good.”

There was a smile on both of their faces as they stared into each other's eyes, love written all over their faces.

A/N: Okay, so I've had this written up for awhile. I just haven't gotten around to posting it because my life's been really chaotic. I'm going to be taking another break though. >.< I need to get my mind out of this funk. So if I write anything it'll be crack fics just to get something funny out.

Threw You The Obvious ch 3

2009-03-11T01:20:39Z

Title: Threw You The Obvious
Part: Chapter 3
Author: Tora_Bish
Disclaimer: No. >.< I do not own any character mentioned in this fictional tale.
Pairing: Karyu x Zero (One-sided), Tsukasa x Hizumi
Rating: R
Warning: Character death, some foul language.
Summary: Karyu's in love with Zero, but he's under the impression that Zero is already taken. After a rather public argument, Karyu takes drastic measures. But did he make the right decision? [More summary to come as the chapters progress.]
A/N: The idea came one night when I wasn't completely in my right mind. But I hope everyone likes it. Oh, and listen to the song when you see it pop up. You'll understand. >.< I hope.

I'll make things right. I have to.

Karyu was back in the bright room, face to face with his 'captor'. He was going home right? Back to Zero, to make things right. So why was he still here?

“There are a few rules to this, you know? I'm not allowed to just let you leave after one view. There are two other things you have to see.”

“So why the fuck did you show me that one first?!” Karyu growled as he towered over the smaller man. There was a sick, sadistic laugh that filled the air before the man spoke.

“Well... It's a personal thing, really. I enjoy torturing people like you with little things like that. To me, it's a form of entertainment.”

“You're sick.”

“I know. But on with the show. Option a or option b?”

“Whichever, I don't care.”

“Have it your way.” With a flick of his wrist, the room turned into Zero's apartment, Karyu knew it well from the many nights of late night gaming. There was Zero, sat on the couch playing a game he didn't know, it was probably the new one that he had been raving about. His phone started ringing, so he paused the game and answered.

“Moshi moshi.”

“You gonna buzz me in? I've got too many bags in my hand to grab the keys and get the door opened.” Zero laughed at the other man on the line before running over to the door to buzz the man in. It was a few minutes later that he opened the door and let him in. Instantly the small bassist took a few grocery bags from the other and carried them into the kitchen.

“I didn't realize you were going to go shopping. I thought you were just going home to get everything--” Before he got to finish the man had him pressed to the counter, lips fixed in a heated kiss. Karyu shot a glare at his captor and hissed.

“Do you really have to make me sit through this?”

“No. I'll speed it up a little bit.” A snap later, the scene before them was playing out like an old vhs tape on fast forward, you saw everything whiz by. The two ended up in Zero's room, getting ready to screw when Karyu watched the guy slap Zero across the face.

“Wait, wait. I've gotta see this. Go back.”

Everything went back to that one moment, there was his answer. Just as Zero found his release, he didn't call out the guy's name, he called out Karyu's. Blinking at the sight, he watched in horror as the man hit the bassist. “How many times have we been over this? I am not Karyu. He's been dead for the last year.”

“Stop. Please, just stop. Show me the other one before I start hating myself anymore.”

“Heh... Okay. If you think this one is bad, you'll really hate the next one. This here, this is a year from tonight. If you don't go back.”

“What's the other one?”

“A glimpse of hell. Your hell.”

It was moments later that everything changed again. There was Zero, drugged out and wasted as he slipped to the bathroom. Karyu noticed someone following him, no, someones. There were three of them, and as Karyu followed to the bathroom, he saw one pin Zero to the wall and started undressing him. The bassist didn't fight back, he didn't even begin to try.

Zero let the three men run a train on him, none of them wore a condom, they didn't even pretend to care. The small man was too incapacitated to even begin to defend himself.

Karyu fell to his knees, handing reaching out as if he could really touch the love of his life. “I'm sorry. Zero please forgive me.”

The scene faded away to nothingness when Karyu looked up.

“You cannot mention any of what you've seen down here. This life you're about to live. You must be careful, one mistake and you can ruin everything.”

“I will. Just please, get me back to him.”

The man just nodded at Karyu before snapping his wrist.

Everything was dark, and the guitarist could hear sobbing from around him. Weakly, he opened his eyes, only to find Zero curled up on the bed with him and Tsukasa near the door, holding onto Hizumi.

“Hey... None of that.”

“Karyu!!!” The three of them exclaimed.

Threw You The Obvious Ch. 2

2009-03-05T03:49:18Z

Title: Threw You The Obvious
Part: Chapter 2
Author: Tora_Bish
Disclaimer: No. >.< I do not own any character mentioned in this fictional tale.
Pairing: Karyu x Zero (One-sided), Tsukasa x Hizumi
Rating: R
Warning: Character death, some foul language.
Summary: Karyu's in love with Zero, but he's under the impression that Zero is already taken. After a rather public argument, Karyu takes drastic measures. But did he make the right decision? [More summary to come as the chapters progress.]
A/N: The idea came one night when I wasn't completely in my right mind. But I hope everyone likes it. Oh, and listen to the song when you see it pop up. You'll understand. >.< I hope.

a/n2: Okay, so I apologize for the horribly long wait. I've just been having issues getting this out.

It was dark, too dark for night, even the night had a blue-ish tint, at least that's what Karyu kept explaining to himself as he looked around the room he inhabited at that moment. “Where the fuck am I?”

“Hell. Sort of,” came a voice from his left. There was a soft snap and the room brightened, causing the lanky guitarist to cover his eyes and nearly scream in pain.

“Fuck! God damnit, can't you give someone a bit of warning?!” Looking up, after a few moments, Karyu was fuming as he saw the man before him. He didn't recognize him, nor did he want to. “Who the hell are you?”

“Mm... Who I am, is irrelevant. The question at hand is, do you really want to die? You have the chance to go back, to live your life and find happiness. Or you can go to hell and be tortured for all of eternity.”

“I killed myself, didn't I? Shouldn't that answer your damn question?” Karyu ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the man.

“Ouch. You're feisty, aren't you? I like that. I'll make you a deal. You'll have three choices. I'm going to show you each one and then you can make your final decision. How's that sound?”

“I... Fine. Just get me out of this room. It's too bright.”

The man laughed and snapped his fingers again. Karyu opened his eyes, only to find a familiar sight. It was his apartment, kinda. There was trash everywhere, paper and burnt pictures all over the floor and couch. There was someone knocking on the door, and then he heard keys jingling and Tsukasa opened the door.

There stood his three band mates, Tsukasa and Hizumi blocking Zero's view of the apartment. But the bassist pushed his way in, only to fall to his knees, blindly pulling what was left of the pictures to his chest. “Karyu... I'm so sorry, please... Where are you?”

Had he really upset Zero that badly? The guitarist was focused on the smallest of them all until he heard a sudden gasp as Tsukasa slipped into the bedroom. “Dear god...”

But it was Hizumi's reaction to the letter that bothered him the most. The guitarist could see the tears falling down his cheeks as he ran to Tsukasa, seeking comfort. Surprisingly, it was Zero who pushed his way into the bedroom to see the lifeless body. Karyu watched in shock as the bassist crawled into the bed, his lips pressing to the guitarist's as he cried. “Karyu please... Come back to me. You can't leave me now. Please, I love you.”

That was when time froze. Karyu looked to the mysterious man and sighed. “What's next? You've already made me feel like an ass.”

“This... This is just reality. This is the pain you've caused. And this is just the first hour. It's only going to get worse for poor Zero. He'll fall into a bad relationship with an abusive dick that looks a hell of a lot like you, because that's the only way he can move on. The band will break up, unable to go on without you. You've ruined everything for them.”

Karyu growled and looked at the scene before him disappear and another start up. He found himself leaning against a wall, watching as Zero walked down the sidewalk with some faceless figure. “Stop... Just stop. What do I have to sacrifice to fix things?”

“Nothing much. At least not till you die for good. Next time you die you won't get this special treatment. You'll go to hell, regardless of how you die. Your soul, as cliché as it sounds, will be mine.”

“Fine. I'll do it. Just please! Get me back up there. I can't stand to think about this.”

“For the record, Karyu, Zero loves you. He was planning a party for you, with Tatsurou. Bet you really feel like an ass now.”

Karyu growled and approached the man, hands fisting in his shirt as he slammed him against the nearest wall. “Haven't you had enough fun torturing me? Is that all you do? Find suicide victims that you can fuck with?! This isn't funny. I love Zero with every fiber of my being, please... let me go back to him now.”

“Fine. But don't fuck this one up.”

Snuff [Kyo x Corey Taylor]

2008-12-02T22:39:32Z

Title: Snuff
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: NC-17
Bands: Dir en grey & Slipknot/Stone Sour
Pairings: Kyo x Corey Taylor
Warning: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. <.<>.> MxM
Summary: Kyo hears a song that makes his heart wrench.
A/N: I really have no idea where this came from. <.<>.> Enjoy the song is this: Snuff

It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did. As soon as the bus had come to a stop this morning, he knew it was going to be bad. Having slipped outside for some fresh air, he blinked at the sight of smoke coming from the engine, before he knew it the bus driver was out there cursing enough to make a sailor blush with shame. Snickering, he slipped back inside and found Kaoru.

"Hey... I'm gonna go into the mall over there. I want to get a few cds to listen to, cause I think we're gonna be here for awhile."

"Alright. I'll call if they get the bus up and running before you get back."

"Right..." Throwing on his jacket and making sure to grab his wallet, he headed across the parking lot and into the large mall. Spotting an F.Y.E. he headed over and started searching through the new releases. There was imparticular that caught his interest, taking it he moved over to a free pair of headphones and listened to the tracks. The fourth one he had heard on the radio, but it was the eleventh one that caught his attention. Looking around the place, he was a bit surprised to see so much Slipknot stuff all over the place. Cursing himself, he looked closer at the large poster behind the counter that was littered with signatures. Oh dear god... Please tell me I'm wrong... Please oh please oh please....

Buying the album, he left rather quickly and headed back to the bus. Slipping into his bunk, he grabbed his notebook as he put the cd into his discman. Putting that song again, he listened to it, repeatedly, fingers idly searching for the letters they had written back and forth. Finding certain lyrics, it brought a smile to his lips. There were times that he could tell Corey had used a translator to find out what he had written, but for the most part, everything had worked out. Laying back in his bunk, he gripped the notebook, eyes focused on the picture they had taken one night after a show. It was the first night Corey had convinced him to go out. One of the few times he had agreed to drink with them.

A knock against the side of his bunk caught his attention and he pulled one earbud out. Looking out, he blinked at the sight of Die standing there, a sad smile on his lips. He knew everything that had happened. "Hey... Uhm, I was just curious... Did anyone tell you where we were?"

"No?"

"We're in fucking Iowa... You do remember what's in Iowa... right?"

Kyo rolled his eyes before sitting up and nodding. "Why?"

"There's someone out there that wants to see you."

"Who is it, Die?" The vocalist already felt his heart pounding in his chest at the possibility of who it may or may not be. But he was hoping for the first one. Following Die to the window, he peeked out to see him there. Biting his bottom lip, he rushed to change into something different. A pair of tigh fitting jeans and a form-fitting tshirt would have to do as he put his shoes back on and fixed his hair a bit.

"Hey... Go have fun tonight, alright? It looks like we're going to be here for awhile." Die smiled to the smaller male and patted his shoulder. "Who knows when you'll get to see him again?"

"Yeah... Hey, tell Kao for me, alright?"

"Tell him yourself, he's outside talking to him."

With a smile, Kyo slipped out of the bus and rolled his eyes at the sight of both Kaoru and Corey with a cigarette in their lips. "That's bad for you, you know?"

A smile crossed Corey's lips as he looked to the smaller male. "Yeah? So is being in Iowa. But that didn't stop you."

The three of them laughed, though Kyo couldn't get over just how much Corey's Japanese had improved since the last they had spoken. Kaoru was the first to speak, "Go on, you two get out of here, just give me a call later, I'll tell you what's going on."

The taller male motioned to his car parked beside the bus and moved to it, opening the passenger door for Kyo. A few minutes later, both of them strapped in, they headed off. "Where are we going," Kyo asked softly as he tried to focus on the scenery around them more so than the man beside him.

"I'm taking you home. Scarlett moved out with the kids last year. She said she was tired of me being so distant." Eyes locked on the road, Corey braved rejection as he reached out to gently touch Kyo's hand. "I missed you."

"That song... On the new album... You used our letters?" Looking to the older male, Kyo bit his bottom lip. On one hand it was sweet, but at the same time, it was as good as a breach of privacy.

Corey pulled the car into a drive way and got out without answering. Waiting for Kyo, he lead the way up to the house and unlocked the door. Once they were inside, he locked the door and pulled the smaller male close enough that their chests were pressed against one another. One hand reached up to touch the soft skin of the blonde's cheek before he kissed him gently. "I did... It was my way of hoping that if you heard it... You'd understand that I'm sorry."

Blinking again, he didn't pull away as he looked up to the Slipknot frontman, "Sorry for what?"

"For not being strong enough."

Kyo wasn't really sure what did it, if it was the look in his eyes, the song still running through his head, or the apology, but he found himself wrapping his arms around Corey's neck as he pulled him into a kiss. Strong hands gripped the small vocalist's legs and pulled him up so that they wrapped around the older male's waist. Moments later, he felt his back being pinned against a wall as their lips danced with a passion that said clearly that this had been building for far too long. When they pulled apart, a laugh escaped them and Corey made careful, yet quick steps to carry the man to the bedroom. Laying him out on the bed, he worked off the other's shirt and kissed his way down his chest.

"I guess what they say is true..."

"What are you talking about Corey?"

"Great things come in small packages." A laugh escaped the man's lips as he worked to undo the other's pants and pull them off of him. Kyo pouted and successfully landed a soft blow to the older male's shoulder before working to strip him of his clothes as well.

"You're still an ass."

The two rolled so that Kyo laid on top of Corey, the taller male's hands moving to the blonde's ass, gripping it before laughing again. "And you still have a nice one."

They moved like clockwork, barely breaking apart from a kiss until they were at the point they would passout. And it was during one of those kisses that Corey reached into the nightstand and removed a condom and some lubricant. Slicking over his fingers, he pressed one into the younger male's entrance and watched his reaction. The moan that passed Kyo's lips had always been intoxicating. He could remember during the Family Values Tour thinking that he could get high off of them faster than he could anything else.

Before they both knew it, Corey had slipped in a second and third finger. Groaning, Kyo ripped the foil open and slid the condom over the older male's length and slicked the lube over him. "You always were impatient," Corey smirked and helped guide Kyo down onto him.

Kyo watched intently as Corey's head fell back with a moan, leaning down he kissed him lovingly. "Hey now old man, don't let go just yet."

"Fuck you!" They both laughed, though the laughter turned into moans as the position was switched again, leaving Kyo against the bed. Corey made slow, steady strokes, thrusting in at just the right angle to hit the blonde's prostate. All the tension that had built up between the two of them over the last two years seemed to make everything that much better. Both trembled as they felt their orgasms verging on the edge of exploding, though Corey simply thrust harder to get Kyo off first. The way the small vocalist's muscles clenched around him left him speechless as he thrust in one last time and came.

He pulled out slowly, slipping the condom off and tying it up before dropping it off to the side. The two lay there, side by side, eyes locked on one another. "I always thought those lyrics would turn out beautiful," Kyo said softly as he curled up to the older male and sighed, content to just stay where he wanted for once instead of worrying about everyone else.

tora_bish @ 2008-11-30T18:54:00

2008-11-30T23:56:32Z

Title: Anniversary
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: PG-13
Warning: FLUFFY, Man x Man kissing
Disclaimer: No... I don't own any of the men mentioned in this fic. <.<>.> Wish I did.
Band: Moran, ????? You'll find out at the end.
Pairing: Hitomi(Formerly known as Kanoma and Sanaka, take your pick) x ?? ~~Yes another one of these... xDDDDDD~~
Summary: Soan is tired of seeing one of his best friends so depressed, so he convinces him to go fix things with his ex.
A/N: Written for feuercrux

Soan sighed as he looked to Hitomi. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" Over the course of the last few weeks, he had noticed his friend spacing out quite frequently. It was becoming a regular occurance during breaktime, as the only time he seemed to stay out of those day dreams was when they were practicing or recording. Gently, he touched Hitomi's shoulder before brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. "Why don't you just call him?"

A laugh escaped the older male's lips before he shook his head. "It's not that simple, Soan... I hurt him... I hurt him bad... I'd be lucky if I can even get him to answer the phone..." Combing his fingers through his hair, he sighed. "I'm sure he wouldn't want to talk to me anyway... He's probably moved on. He should've."

Shrugging, the drummer pressed a soft kiss to the vocalist's cheek before whispering, "You don't know that. Call him, or I will."

It was then that Zill and Velo slipped into the room, giggling and laughing about something that had happened on their way back from the vending machine. Both of them paused as they felt the tension in the air. Zill was the first one to speak, "Did someone die?"

"No. Practice is cancelled for the rest of the day. Hitomi has some things to take care of."

"But I--"

"No buts, handle it, or I will." That said, the young drummer stood and grabbed his bag before leaving. Zill couldn't help but giggle at the orders being barked at Hitomi.

"Oooo someone's in trouble. How's it feel to get scolded by a man five years your junior?"

"Shut up." Was all Hitomi said as he got up and left. Once he was out on the street, he opened his phone and began to dial the number. Cursing himself inwardly, he shut the phone. He couldn't do it. What surprised him was the poster on the side of his studio building. Performing tonight? Seriously? Quickly he called up his manager and convinced the man to get him a ticket.

A few hours later, Hitomi was sat backstage, anxiously waiting to see him. He figured, all he needed to do was see him once and he'd be fine. Afterall, it had been well over a year since the last time they had seen each other. Come to think of it, had they still been together, this would've been their third anniversary. Cursing himself again, he had spaced out in his thoughts.

It was a smooth voice in his ear that brought him back to reality. "Are you lost?"

"N-no... I... I came to see you."

"Funny."

Turning, Hitomi frowned and touched his fingertips to a soft, full cheek. "I'm serious... I... I miss you. And I'm sorry I---"

"Five minutes," called the other's manager.

The younger male sighed and shook his head. "Promise me you'll wait till after the show? We need to finish this conversation."

Hitomi nodded and watched the man leave. He had to admit, the man looked so much better with dark hair. Eyes following his every movement, he found himself standing to the left of the stage as he watched the concert. He knew how the other operated. He knew he would walk off this way at the end of the show. And he did, all of two hours later. The younger male was quick to take Hitomi's hand and guide him to a vacant room. Without notice, he pinned his former love against a wall and kissed him.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what--"

"That you miss me?"

"I... Yes. Of course I missed you. I'm sorry for even leaving. I was stupid to think that leaving would make things better."

A soft laugh filled the room before the dark-haired male kissed Hitomi gently. "You left... Changed your name, your band, everything." Playfully he pulled the other's shirt down and smiled as he saw the butterfly was still there. "At least you didn't get rid of this, huh?"

"Like hell I'd get rid of that!" A pout crossed the older male's lips as he hit the man's shoulder gently. Moments later, he was brought back into another kiss, a moan being muffled into that sweet kiss as his eyes closed.

"I don't care what they're calling you now. You'll always be Sanaka to me."

The two smiled as Hitomi leaned in, kissing him again. "Isshi... I love you."

"I love you too. But if you even think about leaving again, I'm going to tie you up and hold you hostage till you come to your senses." Laughing again, Isshi nuzzled Sanaka's neck before whispering, "By the way... Happy anniversary."
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Backstage Pass [Kyo/Die/Jui]

2008-11-23T22:57:24Z

Title: Backstage Pass
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyo/Die/Jui ~~Look! A Die sandwich!~~
Disclaimer: Don't won. ~~Pity. <.<>.>~~
Summary: Jui goes to a Diru concert to see his lover perform and things get a bit crazy backstage.
A/N: Written for cadkitten

Everyone, even Die and Jui were amazed that they had been together half a year already. That was a record for Die, not for Jui but that was a different story. Everything was amazing to Die, the way Jui seemed to fit so perfectly against him, and how just seeing him smile made his heart flutter. He knew he was in love, dear god he had never felt this way about any one person in his entire life. It was like a drug. Powerful and addicting, Die couldn't get enough of his lover.

Tonight was going to be electrifying, he knew that. It was their first concert since he had started dating Jui, and he had gotten a backstage pass for the vocalist. And though the blonde wasn't with him before the show, he knew he'd be there. He had to be there. They had just barely started, when he looked off to his left and spotted him. A smirk spread over his lips as he realized that Jui's eyes were on Kyo as the small man stripped off his shirt. He couldn't blame him.

There was something to be said about the way that the small, tattooed male reacted to the music. It was almost as if he lost control of his body and just did whatever the music told him to do. It was sexy, and though Die was typically a jealous person, he couldn't be now. When he finally got the younger male's attention, he blew a kiss to his lover before moving to jump up onto one of the amps.

Two hours later, the show was over and he had no sooner gotten off stage than had Jui pinned to a wall, kissing him stupid. Jui moaned and pressed back against the redhead, arms wound around his neck, one leg lifting to wrap around the man's waist. God he loved this man, the way he moved, the way he kissed, everything. And it wasn't until they both heard a rather loud, 'ahem' from behind them that they broke apart.

It was Kyo, "You know... If you're going to make out backstage, you should do it somewhere a bit more private, where the fangirls can't see. Cause you know it'll cause a scene."

There it was again, Die looked from Kyo to Jui, noticing the youth's eyes trailing down and following small rivulets of blood and sweat cascading down Kyo's chest. "Alright... On one condition. You come with us."

"Sure." Kyo smirked and it was then that Jui blinked and looked from one to the other.

"Wait... What?"

The two older men laughed and headed off, Kyo in the lead and Die pulling Jui by his hand to the dressing room. Kyo checked to make sure that Kaoru, Toshiya, and Shinya weren't there before he let the redhead and his vocalist inside, locking the door behind them. Die watched with a keen interest as Kyo moved Jui so that he was against the wall, his lips ghosting over soft skin, making sure not to get close enough to stain the other's clothes. "We both saw the look in your eyes, Jui. We know you want this."

"But I... I...." Before he could put a proper sentence together, Jui leaned forward, working his lips against Kyo's. The younger male moved closer, tongue delving between the small vocalist's lips as he mewled. Die found himself sitting back in one of the chairs as he watched the sight before him. The tables were turned as Jui turned Kyo to the wall, his lips trailing down the man's neck and chest, licking at spots of blood and sweat before he was on his knees.

In moments the younger blonde had Kyo's length out of his pants, tongue running from base to tip and back again. Die knew damn well just how amazing that mouth of his was, but just seeing the look of pure ecstasy on Kyo's face, well it made his cock twitch in anticipation. The redhead watched with pure fascination as Kyo's cock disappeared into his lover's mouth. God, he would freely admit he had never once thought he'd see something like this.

Kyo dropped a hand to grip the younger vocalist's hair, guiding him back and forth. Looking to Die, a smirk crossed his lips. "You just gonna sit there and watch or are you going to join us?"

"Well if you were sitting where I am now, you'd not be willing to look away either."

Jui pulled away from Kyo to look up at the man. Within moments both of them had moved to the redhead who found himself lying on the floor. Skilled hands worked off his shirt, while another pair removed his pants and boxers. All too quickly those hands left his skin and Die looked up. "What are you---" It all became clear as he watched both blondes lean down and slick over his cock. Groaning, the oldest of the three felt his hips buck, craving more of that delicious feeling.

Unfortunately, he felt one of them move, opening his eyes he saw Kyo on his feet, looking for something. Jui took his lover into his mouth, sucking on him well enough to get his attention back on the moment. "Nn... Fuck Jui." Moments later, Kyo returned with a bottle of lubricant in hand. Dark eyes watched as the tattooed male slicked up both sets of fingers. Gently he moved Jui away for a moment.

Instinctively, Die moved himself so Kyo could tease a finger into his entrance. Kyo was one of few that he trusted to do this, the man just seemed to always find that perfect spot. Once the shorter vocalist had gotten a steady rhythm, the other moved and took the redhead into his mouth again.

Propping himself up onto his arms, Die watched as Jui undid his own pants so that Kyo could prep him too. Too anxious for his own good, he pulled Jui away and kissed him. The younger male moved to straddle his waist as Kyo slipped up behind him, a good solid thrust pushing his cock into Die's entrance. A loud moan passed the guitarist's lips only to be muffled a moment later by his lover's lips against his own.

Kyo's thrusts were slow and angled just right to hit his prostate, causing Die to moan profusely. It was when Kyo stopped moving that he grew irritated. And that's when he realized just how this was going to work. Jui moved slowly down onto him, Die's eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into the youth's tight entrance. "Fuck!"

Die's brain was on overload as Jui and Kyo worked in harmony. When Kyo would thrust into him, Jui moved down, both sets of hips grinding against Die's just right. Within moments, he could feel himself trembling. What killed him was the sight of Jui twisting around to pull Kyo into a kiss as the short vocalist wrapped a hand around the youth's cock, stroking him in time.

It was when he felt the beginnings of Jui's orgasm that Die realized just how close he was to orgasm himself. Groaning, there was no denying that the way the youth's muscles clamped around him was erotic enough to get him off, as moments later when his lover released, the redhead followed quickly. Kyo was the only one left now.

Jui moved himself so that he was facing the older vocalist, lips trailing down his neck while Die pushed back against him. A loud moan filled the air and Die realized it was Kyo's as he watched his own boyfriend drag his nails over already marred skin while biting down on his neck. The tattooed male moved faster, his rhythm becoming erratic as moments later he released deep inside of the guitarist.

All three of them crumbled to the floor in an exhausted heep. "Well... Did you enjoy yourself, Jui-chan," Kyo asked with a smirk.

A soft hum filled the air as the other blonde nuzzled Die's neck. "I'm not sure which was better, this or the concert."

Both Dir en grey members scoffed and took advantage of the young vocalist's bare ass to smack it for the comment. A roll of laughter filled the room as they all relaxed, Jui curled up between the two of them.

"Next time we do this, it's gonna have to be on a bed."

Admission [Die x ??]

2008-11-11T15:43:14Z

Title: Admission
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: NC-17 [overall, PG-13 this chapter]
Part: 2/3
Pairing: Die x ??
Summary: Die is admits his feelings for ??. xD
A/N: Written for my wonderful friend Vikki, based off of a pairing we rp regularly. But I'm gonna let you all guess as to who ?? is. xDD Part 3/3, though there might be more coming up later.

Infatuation
Is it Possible?

During practice, everyone but Kyo it seemed was fed up with Die. All he would do is play a song, pull out his phone and check for a message. After three hours of it, Kaoru had enough and determined that they could practice the next day, as Die was entirely too distracted. The redhead plopped down on the couch, an audible groan of annoyance passing his lips as he checked his phone for the one thousandth time that day to see no message from his vocalist.

Kyo couldn't help himself as he sat down next to the guitarist, a smirk on his lips. "What? Did you scare him off?"

"No! He's supposed to be home today and he said he'd message me as soon as he got home and god he should've been home hours ago."

A laugh escaped the small man's lips as he nudged his friend's shoulder. "God you got it bad. So... Before I have to go and ask Kaoru who he is, you gonna tell me?"

"Nope. Not until I know how he feels too." Die felt a blush running up the back of his neck at that comment. Was he really falling in love with him? He still didn't believe it to be possible, but the more he thought about him, the more he wanted him.

"Has he hinted at anything? He was only gone for a few days, Die. And you've been together what... A month?"

The redhead sighed and lit a cigarette before shrugging. "He said he missed me. The first night he was gone we talked and he said he missed me... I almost fucked everything up, Kyo. I almost slept with Uruha."

"Again?" The vocalist rolled his eyes before he leaned back and watched his friend, "The key word there is almost. What happened that stopped you?"

"He text me and I started paying more attention to him than Uruha, so Uru left. I... I can't stop thinking about him, Kyo... He's the first person I've taken back to my apartment in god knows how long, and minus these last few days, he's been there nearly every night since that first one. I can't sleep when he's not there curled up to me. God I sound fucking pathetic, why are you letting me talk this way?" Die asked as he turned to face Kyo, a mix of curiousity and annoyance written on his face.

"Because you need to get it out. You needed to tell someone. Although, I think you should be telling that to him. Why don't you do something nice for him, huh? Take him out to eat instead of to a bar and get him flowers, I bet he'd like that. He seems the type by what Kao told me."

"You... I'm going to hurt bot---" Die paused the moment his phone vibrated in his lap, quickly grabbing it, a smile crossed his lips as his name popped up on the screen. Opening his phone, he had to bite his lip at the message.

"I miss you, Die. Come get me? I'm at the studio."

"Be there soon." He text back before he even realized he was doing it. Looking to Kyo, he ran his fingers through his hair before sighing. "Where's the nearest flower shop?"

"Two blocks down around the corner. Don't get red roses, those are too cliche. Besides you want them to stand out more than your hair. Go with white. That place has white roses with colored tips, if you know his favorite color go with that."

"Thanks."

"Let me know how it goes," Kyo yelled as Die made a swift exit. Once he had gotten to his car, he drove the two blocks down to the flowershop and rushed to get two dozen white roses with blue tips. God they were beautiful, and expensive, but he was worth it. Right? Right.

Twenty minutes later he was at his vocalist's studio, standing outside of the car with the roses in hand as he waited for him to come down. A smile on his lips, he needed some way to mask just how nervous he was. The moment the blonde was out the door, their eyes locked and he saw the blonde stop. Were the flowers too much? Fear gripped him as the redhead felt his body stiffen. It wasn't until his lover came to him that he saw the tears in his eyes.

"Oh Die, I missed you so much." Slender arms wrapped around the older male's form before the vocalist leaned in and kissed him softly. "You didn't have to get me flowers."

"Yes I did." Die said matter-of-factly before he kissed a soft trail up the other's jaw to his ear. "Because I wanted you to know that you mean the world to me. That I can't sleep without you in my arms, I can't smile when you're away... I... I need you in my life. I'm falling in love with you."

Die felt those arms wrap around him tighter and warm tears staining his neck. "Oh god, Die... I... I didn't think you... I'm so sorry I didn't know. I thought at first that it was just sex... That that's all you were interested in, and then a few nights turned into a month and I... God I've been going crazy without you. I think I love you too."

Pulling back so he could look at the younger male, Die wiped away the other's tears before he kissed him softly. "C'mon, let's get you home. I'll order us some take out and we can just lounge about the rest of the night. I don't feel like sharing your beauty with the world tonight."

The vocalist laughed before he nodded. The two moved away from the car long enough for Die to put the blonde's bags into the trunk, all the while the younger male took his seat in the passenger's side. Everything came naturally, as once Die had gotten the car into gear, his hand laced with the vocalist's to just keep himself in check.

It was in fact a lazy night, all they did was lay about on the couch barely watching movies as they were too wrapped up in one another to pay attention. It wasn't until they had laid down to go to bed that Die pulled the other as close as he could and kissed him before whispering, "I really do love you, Jui."

"I love you too."

Is It Possible? [Die x ??]

2008-11-11T01:43:17Z

Title: Is it Possible?
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: NC-17
Part: 2/3
Pairing: Die x ??
Summary: Die is confronted with his feelings for ??. xD
A/N: Written for my wonderful friend Vikki, based off of a pairing we rp regularly. But I'm gonna let you all guess as to who ?? is. xDD Part 2/3, read Part 1: Infatuation before this one.

Infatuation

It had been a month since their first night together. A month. And though it wasn't an exclusive relationship, Die had to admit that it was one of the longest relationships he had had in god knows how long. Even Kyo teased him about the whole ordeal. But tonight, tonight his blonde diety wasn't within his reach, tonight the vocalist was performing somewhere else, and by the time Die could get there, he'd be gone already heading to the next show.

And so, here Die sat in his regular bar, not really caring about whether or not he ended up sleeping with someone tonight, for once. It wasn't until he felt a pair of hands smoothing up his back, over his shoulders and down his chest that he realized someone had their eyes on him. The voice that filled his ear, so soft and sultry surprised him.

"Mm... Long time no see, love."

Turning, a smirk crossed the redhead's lips as he saw the man who spoke to him. It would seem he had a weakness for blonde hair and gorgeous thighs. "Hello Uruha."

"Hello? That's all I get out of you after all the nights we've shared together?" There was a mock pout on the young guitarist's lips as he leaned in closer to his elder, teasing his lips over the smooth column of his neck. "What do you say you join me on the dan--"

"You know I don't dance," was all Die said before he finished off his beer. Typically, he'd be all over Uruha, but for some reason, it didn't feel right.

"So then how about you join me in the bathroom?" Uruha whispered hotly into his ear, a hand pressing against the redhead's crotch as he did his best to convince him.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he found himself pinned to the tile wall of the men's bathroom, a pair of hands working skillfully to undo his pants enough to release his length. Uruha was always one for doing things in public, even if Die wasn't in the mood for such things.

But just as Uruha's tongue slicked over his cock, his body gave a jolt at the feel of his phone vibrating in his pocket. Taking out his mobile he looked over the screen to see a new message. It was a message from him. Opening it, he smiled at the sight.

"Miss me yet? Or have you found someone to take my place for the night?"

"That hurt... Really it did. And yes, I do miss you." Die found himself replying honestly, ever since that first night, he had spent every night with his blonde vocalist wrapped in his arms. Tonight, however, proved him to be weak.

"I'll be home soon. I promise."

"Home? How soon?"

"Three days. You can last that long without me, can't you?" He knew the younger male was joking, but in all sincerity, he wasn't sure if he could.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Lying in my bunk, thinking of you."

There was an audible growl coming from below him, causing Die to turn away from the phone, a smile on his lips at the thought of his leggy vocalist thinking of him. "Put the phone away, Die. It's not exactly a turn on watching you text someone every thirty seconds." Uruha hissed.

"I'm sorry, Uru... This... This just isn't working. I can't--"

"Oh dear god... Don't tell me you've found someone." The way Uruha reacted, it made it sound as if wanting to be with just one person was a bad thing. But before he could lie, he nodded.

"I have. I'm sorry." And without another word the young guitarist left him.

"Die?" Came another text message.

"Sorry... Give me a few minutes to get home and I'll call you. Kay?"

"Alright."

It was a good fifteen minutes later that the redhead entered his apartment, it seemed so empty without the vocalist there to keep him company. Door locked, shoes off he slipped to the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers so that he could go to sleep right after he got off the phone. And it all seemed so natural as he typed in the number and called his lover.

"Hey you."

"Hi."

"I can't wait till you're home."

"Really? Why?"

"I told you, I miss you."

"You miss me? Or you miss the sex we have?"

"Both. But seriously... I like having you around."

"Is that all?"

Die laughed and rolled his eyes. "You... You are such a brat when you want to be. Why don't you just take that as a good thing? Besides, it's nice having someone as beautiful as you to curl up to at night."

"Ah, so I'm a bedwarmer, ne? Mm, if it makes you feel better, I miss you too."

"Now see... Why couldn't you have just said that?" Die teased as he moved to lay a bit more comfortably. But his curiousity was peaked as he heard what sounded like a moan reach his ear. "Ano... What are you doing?"

"I told you, I was thinking of you."

"Now I'm beginning to think that you're the one in this for the sex." The redhead laughed again before he licked his lips. "Is anyone around you?"

"Nope. I have the bus to myself. Everyone else went out to drink."

"Good... You can't tell me that you don't want to be here so I can fuck you into the mattress again."

"I could. But that'd be a lie."

"Don't you just wish I were there, bending you over your bunk and fucking your brains out?"

"Nn, Die don't tease me!"

Die couldn't help himself, he loved the way his name rolled off that tongue, the way it made everything sound so sexy. "Just imagine it, if you can. My mouth wrapped around your cock, as I thrust that trusty little vibrator of yours into you."

"Fuck... Die don't... Don't do this, I already wish I were there."

Die gave a soft moan at that thought, he had to admit, he loved the way his lover moaned and squirmed when he did just that. Reaching down, he began rubbing himself through his boxers. "Moan for me."

He was a bit surprised that he got what he asked for, surprised that the other was as vocal as he was, given the fact that anyone could walk in at any moment.

"Nn... God I wish you were here. When you get home, I'm going to have to fuck you till you can't walk just so I can keep you in my bed the entire time."

It was just about that time when he heard a bunch of laughter fill the air. "Shit! I gotta go, the guys are back. See you soon, bye!!"

Die barely got the chance to say bye before the other hung up. Oh he was going to get those guys one of these days. But he'd have his blonde diety back in his arms soon enough. And then, then he'd not let him go for the life of him. He couldn't stand the thought of being apart three days, let alone long enough for a full tour.

He was just about to jack off to relieve the tension when Kyo called. But instead of answering, he let it go to voice mail so he could focus on getting off instead.

"So... I've been thinking about your situation with him. And you know... I think you're actually in love with this one. I thought at first that it was just one of your weird blonde fascinations, as we all know how you are. Me especially. But you're happy, and I'm happy for you. As is everyone else. So, don't fuck this one up, alright?! Bye."

Love? Was that possible for him? He knew it wasn't very probable, but was it possible? Well, obviously it was. Sighing softly, he ran his fingers through his hair before laying back against the bed, arms wrapped around the pillow that he always used, the one that smelled like the vocalist that he was surely falling in love with.

Infatuation [Die x ??]

2008-11-10T01:29:38Z

Title: Infatuation
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: NC-17
Part: 1/3
Pairing: Die x ??
Summary: Die needs to sate his craving.
A/N: Written for my wonderful friend Vikki, based off of a pairing we rp regularly. But I'm gonna let you all guess as to who ?? is. xDD

If there was one thing that he had always loved, it was the sight of bright blonde hair against the black satin sheets of his bed. This sick twisted fascination he had came after he had seen a set of pictures from the new Cure Magazine. Kaoru had presented him with the magazine and as he flipped through it, his eyes fell on one person. Blonde hair and beautiful thighs, god he was beautiful.

It was, again, through Kaoru how he got his name, and a way into meet him. Die couldn't help himself, he had to have him. That voice was just as beautiful as the man himself as he stared from back stage at the concert raging in front of him. Licking his lips he watched every move the vocalist made, enticed enough to sit still until the show was over.

Once the show was over, he waited for the blonde to notice him. He was young, well younger than Die, he wasn't really sure just how old he was, but god he was beautiful, and he had to at least be twenty-five, or so Die hoped. Just as he was about to introduce himself, he heard his own name pass plush lips and he froze.

"Everyone knows who you are, Die-sama."

Die-sama, that had a nice ring to it. "Mm... I suppose so."

"What can I do for you, Die-sama?" He asked, his voice smooth and sultry, unlike Kyo after a concert. "Actually... Would you care to go get a drink?"

A smirk crossed Die's lips as he held out his hand, "You read my mind."

The night lead them to a bar not far from Die's apartment, one he visited frequently, but usually he showed up alone or with Kaoru and or Toshiya. But tonight, all eyes were on the blonde, including Die's as the vocalist slipped off to the dance floor, hips swaying just so to the music that the redhead knew it wouldn't be long before he was doing his damnedest to convince him to join him back at his apartment.

What got him the most was the fact that, he never had to ask. The younger male had returned to him some time later, whispering hotly in his ear, "Let's get out of here." Before the redhead knew what he was doing, they were back in his apartment, the vocalist pinned to the nearest wall as he kissed him stupid.

Die had just barely managed to lock the door before the slightly shorter male was working to get Die's shirt off. To be honest, he hadn't expected any of this. He had expected the blonde to be a bit timid, as he had that doe-eyed Bambi look about him, you know, the innocent type. But oh was Die loving every second of this. They were in the bedroom quickly, clothes strewn about the apartment.

And then he had him, the vocalist was laid out on the black sheets looking so sublimely perfect, pale skin, blonde hair, shivering with anticipation. It was then that he slowed down, Die didn't want this to be the typical fuck, he wanted to enjoy this one. And so he kissed his way down unmarred flesh and took the vocalist's length between his lips while his hands worked to prep him.

Even as the younger male moaned and begged for more, the redhead kept his pace slow and steady, slowly slipping in a single digit as he took the whole of the vocalist's cock into his mouth, tongue rolling over the heated flesh as if it were some sort of treat.

"Nn... D-Die-sama... Please," he cried. Oh that was heavenly, and what a stroke to his ego. This one knew what he was doing. Licking his lips, Die slid another digit into that tight heat, god he couldn't wait to feel that around his cock. So carefully, he scissored the fingers inside of the blonde, eyes watching as the youth writhed and moaned, his body contorting to an odd angle as Die managed to rub his digits over the other's sweet spot.

"FUCK!" He cried out as his whole body arched off the bed. Die took that as a sign that he was ready. And so he carefully slicked his length with lubricant before pressing into the warm cavern. And then those thighs wrapped around his waist and he knew he was done for. With each stroke the vocalist gave a lovely moan, one that admitted that he wasn't going to be long before he released.

But that was what Die wanted, he wanted to give this beautiful specimen something to remember him by, if not something to keep him coming back for more. And just as suddenly as everything else that had occured that night, the vocalist released with a cry of his name.

It wasn't long after that that Die gripped the sheets and cried out as he filled the youth with his seed. "Fuck," he managed to gasp as he laid down beside him. Typically, Die didn't bring people back to his apartment. And typically, he wouldn't stay with them. But tonight, tonight he kept the vocalist close to him, as if he were afraid to let go and find this all to have been some sort of sick, twisted dream.

Trust [Sakito x Ryuutarou]

2008-10-29T19:40:17Z

Title: Trust
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not very descriptive smut, vampirism, drabble - 663 words
Bands: Plastic Tree, Nightmare
Pairing: Sakito (Nightmare x Ryuutarou (Plastic Tree)
A/N: Written for narcomanic

Ryuutarou pinned Sakito to the nearest wall, his breath hot on chilled skin as he spoke against the younger male’s neck. “Do you trust me?”

Confused by the question, Sakito looked up to the other. “Of course I trust you.” It was almost odd to be pinned against a wall out in the open, normally his lover was the type to be secretive, not that he was complaining. The moment he felt the man’s hand move up under his shirt, a soft gasp passed his lips. “R-Ryuu?”

“Yes?” Came the soft voice again, deepened by lust. And god did it turn Sakito on that much more. “Everything alright, Saki?”

“H-hai,” he said shakily as another hand slipped under the waistband of his pants. Nibbling on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, he was about to cry out the other’s name as his length was taken in hand. But Ryuutarou was on top of his game as their lips crashed together, he was positive that when this was all over, Sakito’s lips would be bruised. But it’d be just another sign of just who he belonged to.

Bucking against the older male’s hand, Sakito’s head fell back, leaving his neck bare and open for attack. It didn’t take much guidance to convince Ryuutarou to take advantage of the open target. Leaning in, he pressed a few kisses to the soft skin that was so much warmer than his own. Sharp fangs pierced his lover’s neck as skilled fingers undid the youth’s pants and pushed them away.

There was an unknown amount of strength in the seemingly frail man’s arms as he lifted Sakito up, the other’s slender legs wrapping around his middle. Sakito knew where his strength came from, particularly when it took a cry of the older male’s name to get the blood sucking to stop. It wasn’t that he was feeling weak, or anything close to it, he just knew that if Ryuutarou didn’t stop then, he would be out cold before this was over.

Sakito had prepared himself for the pain that spread through him as the other entered him without any sort of preparation. There was no time, he was sure if things lasted much longer, they’d be caught. Ryuutarou thrust into the other’s body with solid, deep thrusts, his angle just right to reach his lover’s prostate with each thrust.

Lips locked again they let their tongues dance as their bodies worked against one another. Intoxicated by the feel of Sakito’s body wrapped tightly around his own and the fresh blood in his system, Ryuutarou nearly lost himself as his thrusts became much faster, to the point that they were nearly too much for Sakito as the older male recognized the sound of pain in his voice. The vampire was quick to slow his motions and kiss his lover better.

Moments later Sakito cried out Ryuutarou’s name as he released, followed by Ryuutarou’s own release a few moments later. While Sakito rested against the wall, his body limp as he looked at the other, Ryuutarou was slow to move them. The older male knew that it’d only hurt Sakito that much more if he moved too quickly. And so his motions were slow and gentle as he pulled away and helped the youth regain a steady footing.

“I’m sorry—“

“Don’t apologize. That was… You were amazing.” Sakito kissed Ryuutarou’s lips lovingly before licking away a few stray droplets of blood.

“I suppose it’s all your fault anyway. If you didn’t dress so damn gorgeous I wouldn’t feel the urge to screw your brains out against the nearest wall each time I saw you.”

“Hey! That’s not fair, I have to dress nice, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah… I think you do it intentionally.” With a soft laugh, Ryuutarou kissed the younger male again before helping him to fix his clothes. “C’mon, let’s get home before it gets too late. I’d like to spend some time with you before daybreak.”

tora_bish @ 2008-10-29T15:08:00

2008-10-29T19:11:24Z

Title: Enjoy The Silence
Author: Tora Bish
Rating: PG
Warning: None really besides the fact that it's kinda short.
Pairing: No given names, but for me it was Sakito (Nightmare) x Ryuutarou (Plastic Tree)
A/N: This was written on a whim while listening to It Dies Today's Enjoy the Silence, it doesn't really fit the song but at the same time, it kinda does.... <.<>.> So yeah... Enjoy..

There’s nothing to be said for the way bodies crashed against one another. There was nothing to be said that couldn’t be read in the touch of a hand or the caress of soft, chapped lips. Laid out upon the bed, the younger male looks up to his lover, a pale blush passes his cheeks, not that it’s noticeable in the barely lit room. Writhing against one another, they feel the temperature in the air rise as their touches get hotter and hotter.

They move like clockwork, as even though it’s been a month since their last rendezvous, neither of them had forgotten just where to touch and tease. Lips locked in a passionate kiss; they work at one another to heighten their senses.

Their timing is perfect as they both reach their peak within a few moments of the other, but still nothing is said. Nothing coherent at least, as neither of them sees reason enough to destroy this moment. In their minds, it’s already known that there, in each other’s arms is where they were meant to be, where they needed to be. Their whole lives were wrapped around the heartstrings that kept them holding on so tightly to one another.

tora_bish @ 2008-10-20T20:50:00

2008-10-21T00:53:22Z

Title: Revenge is Sweet
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: R
Warning: Misuse of desserts.
Synopsis: Sakito gets revenge on Ryuutarou for the ice cream. xD
A/N: Sequel to Cold Strawberry by emotionanalysis

Sakito had been watching a gundam marathon all the while sucking on a multiple of popcicles. When he heard the door open, he looked up to see Ryuutarou standing before him in one of his baggy sweaters. "Saki? Why is it so hot in here?"

The guitarist stood and took the popcicle completely into his mouth, knowing damn well the thoughts that it would put into his lover's mind. "I figured... If I turned up the heat, I'd be able to get you out of that sweater about as soon as you walked in the door." Without hesitation, he lifted it from the older male's body before guiding him to take a seat on the couch.

Cocking a brow at his boyfriend, Ryuutarou just watched as Sakito climbed into his lap. A shiver ran through his frame as the younger male ran the popcicle down his neck. Sakito leaned down, his tongue lapping up the sweet, cherry flavored liquid that dripped down the other's neck from the frozen treat. Once the first line was gone, he moved down further, circling one hardening nipple and then another.

Again, Sakito's mouth found the juice, tongue swirling around one hardened nub before moving to the other.

"Nnn.. S-Saki..to..." Ryuutarou moaned as his body arched up to meet Sakito's ministrations. "Please..."

The guitarist sat up straight before running the icy dessert over his lover's lips, watching it delve passed those beautiful petals with a moan. "Please, what? What do you want me to do Ryuu-chan?"

Love Juice [Uruha x Aki (Sadie) x ??]

2008-09-18T19:43:08Z

Title: Love Juice
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP SMUT. >DD
Pairing: Uruha (Gazette) x Aki (Sadie) x ?? [Revealed at the end]
Author's Note: I wanted to do another Uru x Aki and I was listening to this song while I was drunk the other night and it made me smile... So.... Enjoy.

He had been sitting at the bar for awhile when he realized that someone was watching him, it wasn't anything new. Uruha already knew he was gorgeous, not that he was vain or anything, he just had an amazing boyfriend that told him several times a day. Sipping at his drink, he finished it off before slipping out onto the dance floor as the song changed. Recognizing the song to be called Love Juice, he couldn't help but smile, hips moving with ease to the beat.

It was then that he realized the eyes that had been on him at the bar had followed him to the dance floor, soft hands smoothing over his bared stomach before he felt the warm breath on his his ear, the man was singing along to the song. It wasn't Aki, he could tell that much. Uruha turned after a few moments, a bit shocked to see a familiar face.. "Well isn't this a surprise?"

With a cocky smile, the blonde moved to grind against the much younger male, Aki was late so it was only fair that he danced with someone else. The other didn't seem to mind as he moved perfectly against the guitarist. There were no need for words as they moved to the music, their bodies doing all the talking. Many, many moments had passed before Uruha felt another pair of hands sliding up his body, a strong, calloused hand wrapping around his chin to pull him into a searing kiss.

Moaning, the blonde guitarist turned to press against his lover, long arms around the older man's neck. "Mm... I missed you."

"Could've fooled me," was all he got in reply as Aki looked over Uruha's shoulder to the man his lover had been dancing with. Before he could even say anything, the blonde was pressing against him that much harder, his thigh intentionally grinding against Aki's crotch.

"Mm... Aki," he called in the man's ear, "Can't we take him home with us tonight? I bet you he's damn good in bed. If he moves like that, he has to be."

"I'll go get the car, meet me outside." Aki smiled before stealing another kiss from his lover's lips. There were times when he questioned just how much Uruha cared about him, but he also knew that the man was nearly insatiable. And it wasn't like he exactly disliked the idea of inviting someone into the bedroom to join them. It was a ten minute drive back to their apartment, and it took everything the three of them had not to do anything.

Uruha managed to make it inside the door before he pinned his dance partner to the nearest wall, kissing him breathless while skilled fingers worked to undo the man's shirt. Aki simply smiled and locked the door behind himself before guiding both of them to the bedroom. "We agreed no more fucking against the wall, not after what happened at the last apartment, remember?"

The third member cocked a quizical brow before shrugging it off, stripping out of his shirt and then the rest of his clothes. Uruha had turned the radio on, and wouldn't you know it? The Love Juice song was on again. There was a wicked smile on his lips as he moved to Aki, hips swaying seductively as he worked to undress his lover, awarding himself the same treatment from the bassist.

The other man laid on the bed, stroking himself slowly as he watched the sight. "Fuck..." What came next was more of a surprise, the two separated, coming around opposite sides of the bed before crawling up until they were on either side of the man. All he could see was a mass of black and blonde hair, but seeing didn't matter. What he felt, well that was a whole different story. A long, low groan passed his lips the moment he felt their tongues flicker over his arousal. But then he felt it, the piercing in Aki's tongue hit him like a ton of bricks, causing his whole body to arch, begging for more.

The bassist put a hand on the flat of the other's stomach, holding him down as both he and Uruha took turns sucking him off. But the blonde pulled away, moving to the bedside table. It was then that he grabbed the lubricant. Looking down at the man his lover was currently deep-throating, a smirk crossed his lips. "It's amazing isn't it? So... Top or bottom which would you prefer?"

"Nn... Just fuck me already. I don't care."

Pulling away from the younger male, Aki took the bottle of lube into his hand before slicking his fingers, teasing one against the brunette's entrance, slowly pushing in. "Gotta love that enthusiam." Licking his lips, he worked the digit in and out before adding another, stretching and pressing against the other's prostate teasingly. The youth moaned, body arching away from the bed. After the third finger was inserted, he knew he wouldn't really last too long. The two of them together sucking him off had nearly done him in, then again he was sure anyone would feel that way.

Aki moved him, though, Uruha was then laid onto his back in the middle of the bed before the brunette was ushered closer. He found himself straddling the guitarist, a smirk on his lips as he slowly slipped the blonde's cock inside of himself. Licking his lips, he moved slowly. It wasn't until he was pushed forward a bit that he realized this wasn't just going to be a simple one at a time fuck. The bassist wasted no time in preparing his lover, and the newbie wasn't sure which was more exciting, the moans coming from Uruha's lips or the fact that he was just involved in this.

Slowly the black-haired male slipped inside of the young guitarist, one arm wrapping around the brunette's waist to stroke his length as he thrust in and out of the blonde. Uruha cried out as Aki hit his prostate, one hand lifting and clenching the youth's hip. The other moved that much faster, his rhythm faltering as he neared his orgasm, a loud cry of both of their name's passing his lips as he came.

It took him a few moments to catch his breath before he slipped off of the older male, watching as Aki pounded away. The way Uruha's back arched was beautiful, the bassist's hand stroking him in time with each thrust. The brunette was tempted to count and see just how much longer the guitarist could hold on, but he found the thought short-lived as the blonde cried out his lover's name and fell back on the bed in a euphoric mess.

He was almost positive that Aki wouldn't hold out much longer, he had to imagine that Uruha was gripping him like a vice now. He was right, what with the way the bassist's rhythm slipped and he gave a few hard, deep thrusts into his lover before releasing inside of him. It was then that he collapsed on top of Uruha, kissing him lovingly.

But it was that shit-eating grin that threw him off, that look on Uruha's face that just said he was up to something.

"What?" Aki asked curiously before sitting up and slipping out of his lover.

"Aren't you glad I asked Akanishi-kun to join us tonight?"

Oh Hell... [Tora x Uruha x Aki (Sadie)]

2008-09-16T19:27:17Z

Title: Oh Hell...
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, threesome Uke!/Seme!Tora
Pairing: Tora (Alice nine) x Uruha (Gazette) x Aki (Sadie)
Description: Smut... <.<>.> Purely... Pointless.... Smut.
A/N: I don't really know where this came from. <.<>.> But it's the first thing I've really written in a long while. >.< Hope you like. Comments = <333333333

Tora watched as a pierced tongue ran over Uruha's lips before parting them and disappearing, he had to admit he was slightly jealous. Leaning back against the locked door, he rubbed himself through his jeans as he stared at the scene playing out before him. Ever since he had seen Sadie's pv for Crimson Tear he had found Aki to be insanely gorgeous. It didn't help that he loved oral and the way that man worked his tongue over his bass, well...

Uruha moaned and pressed against the older male, grinding his hips against Aki's in attempt to get something more. Calloused fingers skimmed over the blonde's jeans, undoing the buttons of his black jeans before pushing them away. It was when the Gazette guitarist's arousal was revealed that Tora let out an audible moan, catching both of the other two's attention. There was a devious smirk on the bassist's lips as he kissed his way down the other's chest, eyes never leaving Tora's as he moved infinitely lower.

The way Aki moved was delicious to watch, his tongue sliding oh so slowly over the heated flesh of Uruha's erection. Beautiful. Licking his dry lips, the Alice nine guitarist just stared, aching to feel something. Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself on his knees on the opposite side of Aki, his own tongue flicking out to catch the blonde's arousal. Uruha's head fell back against the wall with a thud and a moan. "Fuck..."

Reaching down with both hands, one hand curled in brunette hair, the other in black, trying to force both of them to do more. It was pointless, he knew that of Aki. But Tora, however, moved to take him completely. Shuddering, the younger male pulled him back quickly, knowing if the two kept this up he'd get off entirely too soon. Cocking his head towards the bedroom, he motioned towards it. "The bed's more comfortable."

Tora was tempted to ask just how Uruha knew how comfortable Aki's bed was, but he had a feeling the answer was self-explanatory. It was, at least, when Aki stood and the blonde practically climbed into his arms, strong arms holding him in the air as those beautiful thighs wrapped around a slender frame. Guided by the couple, the taller male followed and wasted no time stripping off his clothes while Uru made quick work of Aki's.

The way the two moved with one another was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The blonde resting on all fours while the bassist sat behind him, spreading the younger male's cheeks before flicking his tongue over the other's puckered muscle. Gods be damned. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he moved to the head of the bed, near Uruha's face, taking a seat beside him, he pulled his label-mate into a kiss, tongue delving between his lips.

When Uruha pulled back, he smirked and winked to the taller male. "Tora... Move a bit closer will you?" When the older male did as he was asked, the blonde took the whole of Tora's length into his mouth, sucking furiously. The force of the other's mouth was more than he had expected. God it was delicious. Licking his lips, the Alice nine guitarist just watched the shorter male's head bob up and down over his cock, mesmerized by the way he moaned around him from Aki's ministrations.

It wasn't until he felt Uruha shake a bit that he realized Aki had begun to penetrate him, one arm wrapping around the youngest of the three's waist to stroke him. Dark eyes met Tora's as a smirk crossed the bassist's lips. "Do you want to fuck him, Tora? Of course you do, you want to feel those thighs wrapped around you, gripping you like a vice, can't say I blame you."

Prying himself away from that beautiful mouth, Tora moved to Aki, while Uruha moved onto his back. Slowly he lowered himself and pressed into the blonde's tight heat, crying out at just how tight the other was. "Fuck me..." However, he hadn't realized the severity of his words. He wasn't against being fucked, but he hadn't expected to feel a lubricated finger press against his entrance and slowly wiggle in. Carefully he pumped himself into Uruha's body, angling himself to strike the other's prostate.

The bassist had worked his way up to three fingers before he pulled out and bent Tora over the blonde just a bit. Aki kissed along the taller male's neck as he slowly entered him, earning a groan from both of the younger men in his bed. It was at a slow, steady pace that Aki moved, Tora syncing himself with the older man's movements as he pumped into Uruha. When Aki pulled out, he pulled back from the blonde.

Wrapping a hand around Uruha's neglected length, Tora stroked him as their pace increased. He wasn't used to this feeling, so with a cry of both names, he released deep into Uruha's body. Aki smirked and continued pumping himself into the older of the two guitarists. Uruha cried out not long after Tora's release, having reached his own. It wasn't until Tora had pulled away from Uruha completely that Aki thrust into him a bit harder and quite a bit faster, angling himself to hit the other's prostate to make him see a few stars. After a few sporadic thrusts, the bassist released and pulled out, laying down beside the two.

"Fuck... I don't think I can make it home," Tora whispered hoarsely.

It was then that Uruha moved and kissed him gently before replying, "Then stay here tonight. You're fun to play with Tora-shi. Next time we'll have to plan this out."

"Next time?"

Oh The Possibilities

2008-08-11T13:54:42Z

Title: Oh The Possibilities
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Threesome smut, elevator masturbation >DD
Bands: D'espairsRay, 12012, Plastic Tree
Pairing: Karyu x Wataru x Ryuutarou
Disclaimer: No... I do not own them... ~~But I can imagine this very clearly in my mind and its oh so smexy.~~
Summary: Ano... Whoever thought that bumping into someone on the street could lead to this?
A/N: Okay... So I started writing this in May... <.<>.> And then a bunch of complications arose and as I'm sure you guys have noticed, I haven't posted anything in a good while. <.<>.> BUUUUUUUUUUT I'm back. So I present you with some smut.

There was really no telling how they had all ended up here. There weren't any label ties, or band ties for that matter. And to be honest, they didn't have much in common other than their love for music. The three of them were about as unalike as could be, the one tall, lanky, and slightly dorky. Another short and hot tempered, while the last one was inbetween with a rather... Odd angle on life.

Everything had occured by chance. Whoever would've thought Karyu would be walking along, a bit too wrapped up in the manga he had just picked up and bumped into an already ill-tempered Wataru? Okay, so maybe that was a little more reasonable than how they ended up---Wait, that comes later. Anyway, after apologizing half a million times and offering to make up for his mishap however possible, Wataru finally forgave him.

"Ano... Would you mind if I walked with you? Seein' as I'm going the same direction," Karyu questioned the smaller male who simply shrugged. The two pretty much walked in silence until they reached Wataru's apartment building. The 'creator' as he preferred to be called began fishing for his keys, growling and cursing under his breath sa he couldn't find them.

"Where the fuck are th---" the younger male paused as he noticed that the guitarist had a key, unlocking the door and holding it open for the other. "What the--"

"I live on the fifth floor." Karyu simply shrugged and practically drug Wataru inside. "Though I didn't know you lived here too."

"Yeah well... I live on the fourth and I didn't know you lived her either. I guess it's just a result of barely being home." Wataru shrugged and pressed the up button for the elevator, waiting impatiently as always. "I swear this damn thing is always so fucking slow!"

There was a devious smirk on the guitarist's lips as the bell chimed and the doors opened. Once he had slipped inside, the taller male pressed the buttons for the fourth and fifth floor before leaning against a wall, "You know.. I've always thought it was a good thing that this was so slow."

"Yeah? Well I think you're fucking craz--" Wataru wasn't allowed the chance to finish as his eyes caught sight of Karyu's hand slipping down the front of his body, brushing ever so carefully against his crotch. He had always heard that the guys from D'espairsRay were rather sexual, but did he ever believe it? No. Of course not. It was supposed to be a gimmick, a joke. But to see the tall man touching himself like so, knowing that they could stop at any given floor and another person join them, well... Needless to say, Wataru was stunned.

The worst part was, Karyu knew that he had the younger male's attention, he could see the lust building in the vocalist's eyes. And it was like the man had split personalities or something; wasn't the man before him, touching himself, just tripping over him out on the street? And now, here he was... He was as seductive as a man could get. There was something wrong with this picture. It didn't help that the smaller male just couldn't look away.

Karyu didn't skip a beat as his skilled fingers rubbed himself through the material of his jeans, pulling the fabric tight to allow the other to see the growing bulge. A soft whimper escaped the blonde before he finally moved closer, one hand reaching up to grip the guitarist's hair at the nape of his neck before pulling him down to his own level. Their lips met in a rough kiss, one that ellicited a strangled moan from the taller male.

Wataru's fingers were just as skilled, but with a different purpose. The vocalist's digits set out to undo the other's belt and pants, pulling them down slightly to reveal the older male's erection. There wasn't a shred of hesitation from either of them as the blonde's fingers wrapped around the swollen flesh, stroking him quickly.

The bell chimed again, the third floor. Fuck, only one floor left until... Wait, it stopped. Wataru pressed closer to Karyu who was sending him a rather vicious glare. The guitarist leaned over the smaller male to whisper in his ear. "You dare to fucking stop and I swear I'll make you regret it." Even with the door opening and someone entering, the vocalist continued pumping the taller male's length. The tone in the older male's voice having worried him slightly.

The black haired male that entered the elevator pressed the button for the first floor, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized it was going to take awhile as they had to go up before they could go down. Ryuutarou tried to keep his eyes focused on the buttons lighting up as they reached each floor instead of the... Couple on the other side of the car? It's not like he couldn't tell what they were doing.

And it wasn't until the blonde had moved his head just so that the Plastic Tree vocalist realized just who the two were. The taller one... He was with that band... Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, what was their name? Despair...Despa.... D'espairsRay? Yeah that sounded right. The guitarist, if he remembered correctly which would make him... "Karyu?" A most unmanly squeak escaped Ryuutarou's lips as he realized he had said that aloud.

The two on the otherside looked up, though the blonde... Oh what was his name... Waru....Watu... Wataru? Something like that. He never stopped stroking the taller male. A soft blush crept over the elder vocalist's cheeks as he was addressed. "Can I help you?"

"G-gomen. I didn't mean to interrupt. I recognized you and I... I was trying to remember your name and by accident--"

"You didn't interrupt a damn thing," Wataru smirked before moving to show that he was still pleasuring the guitarist. But the bell chimed again and the small vocalist looked up to Karyu. "How about you put that thing back in your pants for a few moments? And you," the blonde turned his attention back to Ryuutarou. "Why don't you come with us?"

"M-me? Are you.. I mean... What?" But before he could refuse, the guitarist had himself dressed again and was guiding Ryuutarou out of the elevator.

For being so skinny, Ryuutarou didn't expect Karyu to have as much strength as he did. And what was even more odd to him was the fact that while Wataru fished for his keys, the guitarist pinned him against the wall, lips attacking his own feverishly. A stifled whimper passing the elder vocalist's lips as he succumbed to the taller male. Finally he heard the click of the door opening and a grumbling of "C'mon!". The three slipped into the apartment and it was then that Ryuutarou realized he couldn't leave, not that he really wanted to.

The three stood there, looking at one another before Karyu kicked off his shoes and began undoing his pants again. "C'mon, we all know what the fuck we're here for." The tall man's pants fell to the floor as he slipped off his shirt, leaving him in a pair of boxers. Wataru was the next to strip, there was only one main difference, he stripped completely. The two practically teamed up on the older male, coaxing him out of his clothes with ease.

Karyu's mouth met with Ryuutarou's neck, nipping, biting, sucking at random patches of skin, his crotch grinding into the vocalist/guitarist's ass. Wataru was quick to begin stroking the older male's steadily growing erection while his lips trailed up his chest to his neck. While the guitarist focused on one side, the vocalist turned to the other before moving up to pull Ryuutarou into a kiss.

Subconsciously, Wataru lead the three of them back to his bedroom. Ryuutarou was the first to meet the bed, falling flat on his back. In a heartbeat, the blonde and the guitarist were on their knees on either side of him. Together they leaned in, skilled tongues lapping at his cock like it were some sort of candy. But just as suddenly as it had started, Wataru's mouth was gone from him. Looking up, the Plastic Tree frontman noticed that the vocalist had gone to retrieve something.

During his absence, Karyu took it upon himself to take the whole of Ryuutarou's length into his mouth, elliciting a loud groan of his name and the other's back to arch. The next thing he knew there was a dip in the bed as Wataru climbed back into it, only this time he moved up to pull the older vocalist into a kiss after depositing a few things beside the guitarist.

Karyu didn't cease his mouth as his hands reached for something that Wataru had left by him. The vocalists both heard that familiar click of a cap as the taller male opened the well-used bottle of lube. After coating his fingers thoroughly, he pressed a long digit to the older male's entrance. Breaking the kiss, Ryuutarou's head fell back with a gasp as the younger male's finger slipped inside of him.

Without warning, the guitarist pushed Wataru to bend overtop of the black-haired vocalist. Pulling back from Ryuutarou's member, Karyu smirked as he slipped a finger inside of the blonde without warning while adding a second digit inside of the older male. The two seemed to moan in perfect harmony and god was it ever gorgeous to the taller male's ears.

"K-Karyu..." Ryuutarou whimpered as his hips bucked up, "Please?"

Oh what he wouldn't do to have had a video camera there to at least record that sweet plea. Karyu crooked the fingers inside of Ryuutarou, finding that special little gland to make him cry out. "Please what, Ryuutarou?"

"Nn... Fuck me already! God damnit!"

It took a bit of work to keep himself from laughing at the blunt response, but the tallest of the three simply removed his digits and slipped a condom over his arousal. With a bit more lube worked over his cock, Karyu found himself moving so he could position himself just right. Slowly he worked himself into the older male, both of them groaning in pure ecstasy.

Wataru pouted, as he was the only one left out of this. So without warning, he took a second condom and put it onto Ryuutarou's member, coated it with lube and impaled himself on the vocalist's cock. Karyu lifted one hand up to pull the youngest of the three into a kiss. All the while, the Plastic Tree frontman's hand reached up and began stroking Wataru's erection.

The three worked in unison, Karyu thrusting in at the same time that Wataru would push down on Ryuutarou. And as the guitarist's pace increased and his motions erratic, the small vocalist found himself doing the same. For both Wataru and Ryuutarou it was a bit odd crying out two names as they climaxed, but Karyu didn't seem to have much of an issue as he came a few moments later.

Slowly, the three pulled apart, spreading out on the bed.

"Well... That was an interesting start to the day," Ryuutarou smirked.

"Yeah... You could say that..." Wataru yawned.

"So... We should try this again sometime."

tora_bish @ 2008-05-26T18:41:00

2008-05-26T22:48:39Z

Title: Threw You The Obvious
Part: Chapter 1
Author: Tora_Bish
Disclaimer: No. >.< I do not own any character mentioned in this fictional tale.
Pairing: Karyu x Zero (One-sided), Tsukasa x Hizumi
Rating: R
Warning: Character death, some foul language.
Summary: Karyu's in love with Zero, but he's under the impression that Zero is already taken. After a rather public argument, Karyu takes drastic measures. But did he make the right decision? [More summary to come as the chapters progress.]
A/N: The idea came one night when I wasn't completely in my right mind. But I hope everyone likes it. Oh, and listen to the song when you see it pop up. You'll understand. >.< I hope.

3 Libras, Sorry for the format. >.< I'm having issues with my computer.

Karyu sat on the couch in the practice room, fingers idly strumming his guitar as he watched the bassist play his PSP. A soft sigh passed the taller male's lips as he set the guitar aside and pulled out his cigarettes. As if on instinct, Zero set the game aside before stealing the guitarist's cigarettes, quickly lighting one for himself.

"You could've just asked for one, Zero," Karyu hissed. The harsh tone in his voice was more out of habit than anger or annoyance, but it was there none the less.

"Fine. Can I please have this cigarette that I just lit, Karyu-chan?" Giggling, the older male didn't wait for a response before he took a few puffs and pulled out his cellphone, fingers dancing over the keys as he sent a reply to whoever had just messaged him. Karyu took out a cancer stick for himself and walked away.

With a heavy sigh the guitarist opened the nearest window, sat down on the sill and lit the cigarette. The lanky figure would cast a longing gaze in the direction of the bassist everytime he'd hear a giggle and the familiar ring of the man's mobile.

Whoever it was on the other end of Zero's textual conversation had earned himself the top slot on Karyu's "People I'd Like To Kill" list. But unfortunately for the young guitarist, the older male would remain quite mum on the name of his new lover. Karyu wasn't sure if he should be grateful or annoyed. On one hand it meant he didn't have to hear the name over and over again, at the same time it meant that Zero didn't trust him.

Finishing his cigarette, the guitarist moved to pack up his guitar and set his stuff to the side. "I"m gonna head out. Maybe stop and get a drink or something."

Looking up, Hizumi and Tsukasa glanced from karyu to the seemingly oblivious Zero. Both of them knew it was a makeshift invitation for the bassist to join the youngest. Looking up at the guitarist, Zero blinked a few times. "Mou... C-Can I come too, Karyu-kun?"

"Sure. I'll be outside," Karyu had just stepped out the door when Tsukasa slipped out to question him.

"Karyu-kun, you okay? You've been acting odd lately," the drummer asked, afraid that something was seriously wrong.

"Yeah. I"m fine, why do you think something's wrong?" It worried Karyu that the others were overreacting the way they were.

"Let's see... You won't come out clubbing with us, you're spacing out most of the time. And everytime Zero starts texting someone, you get all pissy and walk off. Look, Hizumi and I... We know you like Zero, but we all know how he gets. Until you put it to him bluntly, he's not going to know a damn thing."

"Mou... I thought.... I thought I had made it obvious, several times I just---" Karyu started, stopping himself as the door opened again.

"Ready?" The bassist asked, a smile curling on his lips. WIth a nod, Karyu waved to Tsukasa who watched the two walk away.

They walked in silent a majority of the way, stopping at the first Starbucks they came to. "Mou... Karyu-kun?"

"Yes, Zero?" The guitarist paused, looking down at his bandmate.

"Who is he?"

Blinking down at his friend, Karyu tried to think of a possible explanation for Zero to be questioning him. Afterall it was Zero who had a boyfriend, not him. "Who is who?"

"The guy... You know, the one who's ben keeping you home when we all go out. Who... Is... He?" Zero questioned again.

"Oh... His name is Shinji," Karyu lied. He didn't want to come off as being pathetic for wallowing in his own self-pity from Zero's happiness.

"Shinji, huh? Is he good to you?"

Laughing, the guitarist nodded. "Of course he is. I wouldn't be with him otherwise. And you? Is this new guy you're with treating you good? I"ll kick his ass if he hurts you."

"Y-yeah... H-he's good to me," there was something off about Zero's behavior, but Karyu didn't question it. "C'mon, Karyu-kun, let's go inside and get some coffee."

Most of their time spent in the coffeeshop was spent in silence. From time to time they'd make idle conversation but for the most part, they were silent. "Karyu... What happened between us? We used to talk and hang out, now you talk to Tsukasa and hang out with noone."

The taller male wanted to protest, that it was Zero who drifted away. That the bassist spent more time texting or playing that damn PSP to notice.

"Zero... No offense, but it wasn't me who walked away from our--" There was that stupid ringtone again, and there Zero went opening his phone. "Fuck it... Whoever the fuck he is, is obviously more important. I give up, Zero." And as Karyu stood, he took off the necklace the bassist had given him years ago. After that, the guitarist made a speedy exit.

He didn't go straight home, no he stopped by the nearest liquor store, grabbing a bottle of their strongest spirits. Karyu had left his mobile at home, so god knows how many calls he had on it. Then there was the house phone, and the answering machine beside it that had a large, red, blinking number three on it. "Great...."

"Karyu, it's me... Please call me when you et home. Zero."

Delete.

"Karyu... Please. Don't do this. Talk to me."

Delete.

"Karyu," sobs broke the bassist's voice before he continued. "Call me..."

Delete.

Karyu glared at the his mobile on the table beside it as Zero's ringtone filled his ears. He waited until it flashed 'One Missed Call' before he opened it and turned the damned thing off.

Picking up the photo album that contained a majority of this pictures of Zero and himself, Karyu opened his bottle of alcohol, taking a decent swig of it. The house phone rang again, and yet again the answering machine picked up.

"Karyu... Please. You're scaring me. I'm sorry, alright! Just please answer your phone."

Instead of doing as asked, the guitarist decided to chug a good portion of his alcohol before groaning. As he sat there, listening to track number six on a c.d that was given to him by Matt of Bullet for My Valentine during the Taste of Chaos tour. A Perfect Circle's Mer de Noms, album. 3 Libras was the name of the song and the emotions and lyrics brought tears to his eyes.

Before he knew it, Karyu had a sheet of paper and a pen in his hand as he wrote his apology to his three bandmates.

"Forgive me, but I can't keep living like this. Hizumi and Tsukasa, please don't be too hard on Zero. Take care of him for me.
Zero, I"m sorry I couldn't be what you wanted. I love you, and just because I'm not there with you, doesn't mean my love for you will end. Shinji, doesn't exist. I made him up because I didn't want you to know that I was upset because you were so happy with whoever he is...
I love all three of you.
Sorry,
Karyu"

The guitarist was three sheets to the wind as he made his way to his bedroom. It was there, on his bedside table that he found the picture of all four of them together. There was no hint of hesitation in the guitarist's movements as he reached for the knife in the drawer. And as he ran the blade along the vein in his wrist, his eyes never left the picture of them.

Everything had been so perfect then, so happy and peaceful. "I'm sorry," he whispered as the blood drained from his wrist. And as the familiar numbness covered his body, he sang along weakly with the song. "You don't... You don't.... You don't see me..."

"You don't... You don't... You don't see me at all." Karyu's eyes grew heavy as he laid back on his bed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

10 Drabbles

2008-04-18T20:41:40Z

The meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Warning: some romance/ slight angst/ vague smut.

Rating: Nc-17 for good measures.
Disclaimer: No.... I do not own them. -tear-

Pairing: Ryuutarou x Sakito
Comments: This was written for narcomanic. Enjoy sweetie. xDD

1. Killing Me Softly - Fugees

(Sakito's POV)

He just stared at me as I sat there, mesmerized by his words, his voice. He's killing me, the way he's just going on and on... It's like this song, this extension of his soul was written about me. Almost as if it came from my hand, not his. How'd he do that? I came to see him play, to sing his ballads. And there he was, just standing before the microphone, acoustic guitar in his hands as he strummed my life away.

Our eyes locked and I knew, something wasn't right here. There was no way he could know everything. But he didn't, not of my life. But his own. I noticed the way his eyes skimmed over me and I felt myself blush. He just kept going, though, leaving me waiting for that knife to be plunged into my back.

Ryuutarou... That name rang in my ears as I watched him. Oh, why doesn't he go ahead and pull the trigger now? That look in his eyes tells me that he knows he's got me in the palm of his hands already, or should I say his fingertips as he strummed away.

He's killing me softly with the way he's singing this song, telling my life, my heart.... Killing me with his songs.

2. Jumper - Third Eye Blind

(Ryuutarou's POV)

Nothing's worth the pain and agony you're gonna cause everyone else. You know that right?! What the fuck is so wrong that you have to do this?! I don't understand you, I thought I did. But you're the first to fight and the last to make up. Everyone's got a reason to say, put the past away. I wish you would come back to me, I'd willingly take you back and kiss away your sorrows.

My beautiful Sakito, my angel. I'd understand if you don't know what you're doing. I never thought it would come to this. But I want you to know, I love you. And I'll help you face the demons that plague that sometimes geeky mind that seems to read my mind. Tell me now if you don't want to do this, if you want me to go away. Because if you take my hand now, I'm not going away. So please... Step away from that ledge and just... Live.

There's a million reasons to give, but they don't compare to the one reason to live. Love.

3. Blue Monday - Flunk

Sakito's POV (This came out NOTHING like the song xDD)

You laid me down on the black silk sheets, just like we've done a million times before. Your fingers trailed over my already naked body, tempting me to flip our positions and take what I want of you. You treat me like a doll, a fragile doll that you're afraid to break. Yet you fuck me so hard that I nearly can't sit for a day or two. Your chapped lips roughly press against my neck as you don't hesitate to push yourself into me.

My body arches, pressing to you for a deeper feeling. I thought I was mistaken when I looked into your eyes and saw that hungry animal thirsting to feed. But then your thrusts grew harder, faster, deeper even, leaving me a moaning mess. And just as I was getting close, you pulled away from me. You left me begging, pleading, only to push back into me with one last perfectly aimed thrust to send me over that edge.

Fuck yes...

4. Vermillion Pt. 2 - Slipknot

Ryuutarou's POV

I thought at first, just like everyone else, that you were unapproachable. Untouchable. Unreachable. That you were a god, a myth that if I didnt' believe in you'd disappear. Your beauty, your grace, and even that inner geek that you hide so well when you're in front of the camera, I'd do anything to have you all. But you'd never allow that. You're too controlled, too iced over. That's what they keep telling me. That you're unattainable.

But then why are you the one looking at me with those hungry eyes, the ones that say you're thirsting for release. I can't let this get to me, because you look like you're ready to cry, ready to give up and die. And when I realize that I'm not imagining this sight of you, I find myself pulling you away from the crowd and kissing away the silent tears that fall as your thin arms wrap around me and hold me close.

A soft cry of my name escapes your lips, leaving me intoxicated. I will make you real.

5. Get Low - Flo Rida

Ryuutarou's POV

The way you're dancing out on that floor, attracting attention from the rest of the club. I hate you at this moment and you fucking know it. I hate it when you act like that little slut that everyone's made you out to be. Forcing myself to my feet, I go to the dance floor, pulling you to me and with a rough grip of your hair, I tug your head back and force our lips together in a rough kiss.

Your hips never stop swaying as you press against me, I can feel you're already turned on. God... You'd let me fuck you right here if I'd agree to it, wouldn't you? I lower my lips to your neck and bite, sucking harshly to leave a beautiful dark purple mark. Mine. You pull away from me for a minute only to turn and bend over, pressing your ass back against my crotch.

Turning around again, you lowered yourself until you were as good as being on your knees, intentionally brushing your lips over the front of my jeans. Back up again you pressed your lips to mine and dragged me off towards the bathroom. For the third time that night.

6. The Promise and the Threat - Evan's Blue

Sakito's POV

To everyone else you're like that cute older guy that nobody believes is thirty-something. The panda loving guitarist/vocalist from Chiba that I fell in love with all those years ago. I got into this idoling you, ya know? But these people around us, they only want you for who they see you to be. I want you because I fell in love with the man I see every morning, with the rat's nest hair from the way you bury your head beneath the pillow and the horrible morning breath that comes from your love of fish for dinner.

I can live with that as long as we agree that we're not perfect, but to one another, we're exactly what the other needs. We stopped spinning once, realizing that everything wasn't as easy as we thought it'd be. Just remember, we made that promise but now it's time to make it a threat. I wouldn't give up on you that easily. I am the voice you'll never hear, the one. I am the promise and the threat.

7. Curses - Bullet for my Valentine

Ryuutarou's POV

It's been over a year since it happened. I can't believe I just sat back and watched as I let our world be torn apart. I just wish I could go back and make things right. Because I know now that you'll never give me the light of day. Even when we pass in the hall, I see that look of pain that I know wasn't there before.

Forgive me? I can't keep living like this, knowing that you hate me so. I love you, did you know that? I bet you didn't. I couldn't bring myself to say it, what with the way you were so much younger than me. I was afraid that you'd get tired of me and give up.

I'm so cold now, it's like nothing can warm my skin. Like a vampire that hasn't fed for weeks, I feel as if I could just fade away. And I can feel my skin pale as you start walking towards me, your fingertips brushing my hand as you pass. Ryuutarou. I can hear my name pass your lips and we turn to face one another. A smile crosses your lips and you lean against the doorjam of my apartment.

We both laugh and before I know we're in my place, entangled in one another again. God I'm so sorry I put you through this. But you've forgiven me and I'll spend the rest of eternity making it up to you.

8. Pet - A Perfect Circle

Ryuutarou's POV

You look so defenseless, sprawled out before me. Eyes blinded as I run my fingers over your skin. You're so attentive as I trail my way down that beautiful toned body. My tongue flicks over the hoop in your navel before delving lower, swirling around the tip of your cock. You're writhing and it's a beautiful sight. That taut body reacting to everything I do to you.

Nobody knows you're into this kind of shit, nobody but me. But that's the beautiful part. My fingers press into you, scissoring, searching, that beautiful high pitched gasp of yours letting me know I found what I was looking for. Just relax, you know better than to tense, love. And witha perfect rhythm, I thrust my fingers into you, watching you as you continue to squirm on the bed.

I push myself into you without warning, thrusting as hard as I can manage to make that beautiful scream pass your lips. Harder and harder I thrust, losing myself to an almost animalistic creature that I didn't know resided within me. Just keep moaning like that, begging for more. We both collapsed as I bit into your neck, almost hard enough to taste blood. I dunno, I'm so intoxicated by you right now, I don't know if I could really tell the difference.

9. Penetration - Storm Large

Sakito's POV

I found my way here again, a hot mess on the floor. Your teeth nip at my bottom lip and lock with me for a heated kiss, one that we haven't engaged in for months. I can already feel my head spinning as we roll around, fighting for dominance, even if we know who'll win.

You've worn me nearly raw as I scream your name, over and over again. I don't care, I'm not going to give up so easily. Our time is precious and I'd rather make the most of it. I crave the feeling of you nearly ripping me into as you just keep pounding away at me.

I crave penetration. Even after we've gone at it three or four times, I lost count. It's horrible to say but the sensations crawling over my skin are just too much for me to take. Holding me tight, your motions slow as you kiss your way along my neck and chest.

This is what you do to me. Nobody's ever had this effect on me. So over and over again, I'm begging for you. No matter how many times, it's like that saying, there's no such thing as too much of a good thing.

10. Bite to Break Skin (The Legion of Doom Remix) - Senses Fail

No POV (xDD)

Sakito moaned as the man pushed him against a wall. This wasn't the first time they had met like this, nor would it be the last. The strength the other had as he lifted him off the ground never ceased to surprise the guitarist. Thin legs wrapped around his 'attacker', pulling him closer. Ryuutarou moaned as the two ground against one another. His lips crushed against the younger male's, leaving them both breathless.

Instinctively, the vocalist found his target, biting down roughly upon the boy's neck, sucking roughly. When he pulled away, a dark purple mark remained and he smirked at the younger male. Ryuutarou pulled Sakito in for another kiss before forcing the other to his feet. It was like clock work the way they removed one another's pants and before he knew it, the younger male was against the wall again, Ryuutarou thrusting into his lithe frame as if this was the last chance they would have.

Coward Part 1/2[Tora x ???]

2008-04-06T02:00:32Z

Title: Coward Part 1/2
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex, cowardice, slight fluff
Pairing: ~~uke~~Tora x ??? [I'll let you guess.
Disclaimer: No... I do not own Tora, ~~though I could only imagine the wonderful things I would do with him if I did.~~
Summary: ??? can't quite bring himself to tell the man he loves just how he feels.
A/N: Okay, so I wanted to try something a little different. I've written this pairing before though you won't find out till part 2 who ??? is. Feel free to guess, xDD. But it's the first time I've ever written smut for them, so... But yeah, hope you enjoy comments = <3

I was nervous as I watched him, sitting there with the guitar in his hands. He was always so beautiful, so unlike anyone I had ever met. Sanaka failed in comparison, and that's saying something considering I had once loved that man. But Tora... Tora was just awe-inspiring, perfect.

So why was I nervous? Well... This was the first time we have really been alone since his hernia, and I wasn't quite sure how to react. Sure, he was fine now. But there was always that fear of reinjuring him, paralyzing him for good this time... I didn't want to take that chance, and as much as I loved him... I just... I couldn't.

The soft melody he played, it melts my heart every single time he plays it. And he knows it, he uses it against me. The moment he looks up at me and smiles, I know I'm done for. Nervously he nibbles on that deliciously pierced bottom lip, the one I love to nip and tug on when we're having sex.

Without thinking, without hesitation, I crawl across the living room floor, gently set the guitar to the side and straddle his lap. Those wonderfully calloused hands slip beneath my over-sized shirt to rest on my waist. A gentle squeeze of his hands and a soft sigh escaped Tora's half-parted lips before I close the gap between us. Our lips met and I watched as his eyes fell shut.

My beautiful Tiger... How I love you. It's odd, how I never realized just how much I loved you until I saw you lying there, unable to move your arm, unable to do the simple things that you loved so much. I think I realized then that he were my everything, and without you... Without you I'd be nothing.

And those hands are pushing up, revealing my boxer-clad body. It was just the two of us, I could be comfortable, right? Well even my slightly baggy boxers were getting tight at just the thought of what he was doing to me. Shirtless now, I returned the favor, removing his thin tanktop from his form before I pushed him to lay on his back.

There was no resistance from him as his hands slid down to rest on my hips. Rough fingers circle the soft skin, dark eyes watching as I situated myself between his legs. My lips trailed their way down Tora's chest while I playfully let my fingertips dance along his inner thighs. The soft whimpers escaping him were so delicious that it took all I had not to just give in and give him what I knew he wanted.

And as much as I wanted to do just that, I wanted to make this special, as special as our first time had been. Memorable, that's what I wanted. I wanted him to remember this, even if things came to their worst and we separated. Contrary to belief, he wasn't the domineering seme everyone thought he would be. No, my darling tiger was quite fond of his place with me, though there have been a few times when he's taken over.

My mouth reached his silk-covered erection and I pulled the material taut, the tip of my tongue gradually running over his member. There wasn't a need for words between us as I fulfilled our needs, pulling down his boxers and taking the tip of his arousal between my lips, I sucked lightly. His breath caught in his throat and Tora's body arched, sending his length further into the warmth of my mouth. Normally, I'd punish him for it, but today, I welcomed it.

Like any good lover, I took the rest of him in, sucking lightly as I let my hands move over his body. To be honest, I wasn't expecting him to take one of my hands to his lips and suck on my fingers. A silent plea. Impatient kitten, you'll get your turn. I let him do as he would, focusing on his hardness, sucking roughly, head bobbing up and down at a teasingly slow pace.

He was ready, I knew it the moment his legs spread and his mouth ceased, obligingly I gave him what he wanted. Circling a finger around his entrance, I teased before pressing one into him. It's been two months since we've done anything remotely sexual, and the pure tight heat that was my lover engulfed me. The feeling was so intense that I had to halt myself.

My eyes roamed his writhing body to see that devious smirk on his lips. I added a second finger without allowing him to adjust, fingers crooking instantly to skillfully find that little spot. That long body of his arched and he moaned, his head falling back as he gasped for air.

Finally, I begin pumping my digits in and out of the younger one, my free hand pumping his member. When the guitarist began pushing back against me, a smirk crossed my lips. Greedy little pet. Licking my lips I removed my fingers only to sit back.

A whimper of loss fell passed his lips as he looked up to me, a questioning look on his face. But before I could make a move, he was on his knees before me, fingers expertly curling under the waistband of my boxers to pull them down and off of me. That luscious mouth of his instantly wrapping around my cock. Gods, it almost felt like the first time all over again.

But I didn't let him linger for long, he knew the drill as he laid himself back down, again I positioned myself between his legs, lifting them so I could align myself. Ever so slowly did I push into him, moaning at the sensation. Once I was fully inside of him, I lingered in that position, leaning down to kiss him.

Our bodies began rocking together on their own accord, at least it seemed that way. As I pumped into him at a slow pace, perfectly angled to strike that sweet spot with each thrust inward, brushing it on the way out, I could feel him nearing his orgasm. That's what I wanted, to see him lose control again, to see him writhing, squirming, panting beneath me just like he used to do.

Taking ahold of his neglected member, I stroked him in time with my increasing thrusts. Only a few minutes later did his body jerk, and his seed coated his stomach and my hand. There was no thought to my actions as I lifted my hand to my lips, sucking my fingers clean. Pumping into him a few more times, the heat and beautiful contractions of his body brought me to my edge, throwing me off in a sudden blink of the eyes.

After I collapsed onto my lover, he rolled us over and towered over me. A soft kiss was exchanged before he reached up to pull a blanket down from the couch. We laid like that for what felt like hours, just holding one another close, enjoying the after-sex warmth that seemed to make his skin glow.

Like a coward, I waited until he had drifted into a light slumber to spill my heart to him. I'm sorry, my tiger, my love, sorry that the only time I can give you the words I know you long to hear is when you dream of them. But dream, and know, know that I love you with all of my heart and some day soon... I'll have the courage to kiss your lips and say these words to see the happiness shining in your eyes...

Sweet Loli Cafe Chapter 1 [Tora x Miyavi]

2008-02-22T06:12:43Z

Title: Sweet Loli Cafe
Authors:

tora_bish and raepoo
Rating: PG-13 (For now)
Warning: Crack, mention of Miyavi in lolita dresses. xDD
Bands: Alice Nine, Miyavi, the GazettE
Pairings: None yet but will be Tora x Miyavi
Summary: Based off of a Korean Drama Coffee Prince. Tora is the son of a very wealthy family, but in order to inherit any of it, he must prove to his grandmother that he can be independent. And so, she gives him a little cafe that needs quite a bit of work.

It was one of those normal days, the sun was shining and the skies were clear and little birds chirped on tree branches. A normal spring day. But all that was going to change in a heartbeat.

Wrinkled ad in hand and a slight bounce in his steps, Miyavi scanned the streets, looking for the coffee shop the paper advertised. Finally spotting, he stopped with a frown. This was the place?

The "charming, quaint coffee shop" that was being advertised was simply put, a dump. Peeling paint, broken window frames and shutters, and Miyavi was pretty sure the roof was about the cave any second. Eyeing the building with a wary eye, he hesitantly knocked and waited.

He couldn't afford to not take a job. Not right now. With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair, letting the long black locks spill over a shoulder.

Inside the quaint coffee shop, a tall young man stood on a ladder, hammering away at a few nails. He was trying to get this place fixed up for cheap. Tora wished he would've had another option than to take this crappy place, but his grandmother... God bless her, wanted him to prove to her that he could do something with his life.

So needless to say, Miyavi's knock went unnoticed. With a roll of his hips and a huff of annoyance, he knocked again. After a few moments of waiting with, again, no answer, he tried the door.

"H-Hello? Is anybody in he--" Miyavi paused as he saw the man on the ladder. Well, let's just say that it wasn't the man himself that caught his attention, but his ass. And though he knew it was wrong! Oh so terribly wrong, he couldn't look away. Said man, who had been so preoccupied with hammering away, hadn't noticed the door open. That is, not until he heard the voice.

Gasping, Tora fell backwards off the ladder, landing mostly on his rear but hitting his head as he fell the rest of the way. Quickly, Miyavi was at his side, kneels beside the man to check his head for any injuries. "Oh my god! Are you... Are you alright?"

"H-hai. Who are you?" Blinking, Tora sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Miyavi." With a smile, Miyavi let his fingers quickly run through Tora's hair, feeling for any bumps or cuts of any sort. "I came here about the ad." Glancing around the inside of the cafe, he rolled his eyes. Quaint his ass, the place was a dump, just as it was outside. "Although, I think you shouldn't lie, this place isn't quaint."

Tora couldn't help but be slightly miffed by those words. Of course it was quaint, it was small and cute and just...needed a lot of fixing up to do. But it was still quaint! "Just you wait until I fix it up, it'll be the quaintest, cutest coffee shop in all of Japan." Or at least that was the plan. But falling of ladders and having his head groped by a rather pretty looking girl wasn't on his list of things to do today, not that he was complaining. Standing and giving Miyavi a pat on the shoulder in reassurance, he glanced the other up and down. Tall with pouting lips and long hair that fell in silky layers against thin shoulders, Tora wasn't complaining about his view. "So. You want a job. What can you do?"

"Mm... Well, I can cook, clean, take orders, serve orders, and I can help you fix this place up. It needs a more... Gentle touch, don't you think?" Miyavi grinned, holding up a peace sign.

After a few moments of contemplating, Tora shrugged. "I suppose it could use a woman's touch. I can't pay you much at first, but once we get this place opened, I promise it'll go up. And it'll be difficult, this being a brand new shop and all. So what do you say? Still wanna work for me?"

Thoughtfully, the more feminine of the two men tapped his chin, a wide grin crossing his lips. "Sure! Why not? Now... Give me something to do--"

"Oh! I'm such an idiot... Forgive me, my name's Tora. I own this shop, well... Actually my grandmother owns it but yeah... Anyway. If you wanna pick up a hammer and start nailing up those new boards, we'll be set."

Grinning still, Miyavi picked up the hammer and went to work, mostly keeping to himself as he carefully pondered over Tora's words. 'Feminine touch', eh? Well, if Tora thought he was a girl, he certainly wasn't going to complain. It wasn't the first time it happened and for all he knew, it could've been part of the reason he was hired. Driving the nails into the board, carefully tapping away with the hammer, chancing a few secret glances at Tora when he could. Miyavi wasn't going to lie to himself, Tora was hot. Plain and simple. And he had an ass to die for.

Tora occupied himself as much as he could, glad for the sudden extra pair of hands to help him. And he really couldn't get over how cute this new girl was. Sending him all those coy looks, thinking he didn't notice. He couldn't help but feel a little smug on the inside. First day at work and he already had a cute waitress working for him. Firmly nailing another board in place, he heard the door creak open again and this time, he was greeted with a familiar face. "Ah, Uruha-kun, you come to help me or to laugh at all the work I have to do."

Uruha simply laughed, honeyed hair glowing brightly under the sunlight. "A little bit of both." Brown eyes instantly fixed on Miyavi, brows raising. "A new worker already?"

Tora smirked, arms crossing over his chest as he stood up straight. "That's right. First day of working in this cafe and I've got myself a cute waitress working for me who not only knows how to do everything a waitress should but also can fix up the place."

Uruha just laughed at that, waving off the confused look Tora sent him. Waitress, ha. This was going to be fun. "So, what's her name?"

"Miyavi." Tora answered with a smirk. "Isn't she beautiful," he nudged Uruha's shoulder and handed over another hammer. "Now c'mon, get to work, why don't you. My assistant manager can afford to do some work."

Narrowing his eyes at his 'boss' slash best friend, "Yeah, yeah... Shut up." The honey-blonde took his spot at work next to Miyavi. "So... How'd he con you into working here?"

A smile crossed the taller male's lips and he shrugged. "He didn't really. I needed a job, and he needed help. I'm Miyavi, by the way."

"Hai. I know who you are. I'm Uruha, the quote Assistant Manager. At least that's what he calls me when he wants me to do something." The two laughed and joked as they went to work.

As the hours ticked by, Tora pulled back and dragged his arm across his forehead, wiping off the sweat. He wasn't used to all this hardwork, he was used to posh, upscale cafe's and restaurants and being waited on hand and foot. This, actual manual labor, was more tiring then he thought. Hearing bright laughter, Tora couldn't help but let a smile quirk against his lips. Miyavi looked gorgeous like that. Head thrown back, laughter bubbling up from his throat, those big dark eyes closed in pure happiness. Too bad he was Miyavi's boss, otherwise, he would've flipped out his phone and asked for a number the moment the other had walked in.

Miyavi set his hammer down, gathering his long hair into a loose ponytail. All this hammering and cleaning was making him work up a sweat and it looked like Uruha wasn't fairing any better. Chancing a glance at Tora, he was almost surprised to see the other staring at him, but he simply flashed his boss a smile and a wave and picked up his hammer again. Uruha's eyes narrowed in the slightest bit, lips curving up into a sly smile. Watching Miyavi pick up the hammer again, he couldn't help but laugh internally. Oh, this was going to be so much more fun than he had first thought. Not bothering to pick up his own hammer again, he glanced at Tora and wrinkled his nose. "Oi, manager-san, feed your workers before they drop dead from exhaustion, you slaver-driver."

Laughing, Tora stretched and licked his lips. "Hmm... Well, what do you want, Urupon? Or better yet... Why don't you decide, Miyavi. Anything you want for lunch? We can order take out and have it delivered here or one of us can go and get it."

With a laugh Uruha leaned in to whisper in Miyavi's ear. Tora hated secrets, but when Miyavi spoke, a smile crossed his lips. "I think... You should go get us some pizza. Pepperoni for me, Supreme for Uruha-san."

"You can call me Uruha, Miyavi-chan. But yeah, Manager-san, why don't you go get us some pizza and we'll keep working?"

Nodding with a solid pout, Tora cleaned himself up a bit before heading out the door. The good thing was, the pizza parlour was only a few doors down.

With a soft hum, Miyavi dusted off his hands as best as he could and sat down on the cleanest spot on the floor. Leaning back against his hands, he let out a sigh, head dropping back and his eyes closing. "Didn't think I'd be hired on the spot and then handed hammer and told to work."

Uruha joined Miyavi on the floor, carefully dusting off his clothes. "Yeah, well, neither is Tora. As his Assistent Manager I feel like it's my right to tell you that he'll probably be a shitty manager for awhile. Tora isn't used to this whole manual labor and hard work business."

Cracking an eye open, Miyavi glanced at Uruha, almost confused. With a shrug, Uruha picked at his nails. "He probably didn't tell you, but he comes from a long line of sucessful business CEO's and important people. His family's one of the richest ones in this city and the only reason he's actually doing all this work is because his grandmother refused to even think about giving him his inheritance money if he couldn't prove to her that he could do well on his own and prove himself useful."

Miyavi frowned at that, suddenly finding himself a little less impressed with Tora. He never really did care for the insanely rich and even less for their spoiled, no good children. Seeing that look cross over Miyavi's face, Uruha spoke again. "He may be a little spoiled and a little ridiculous, but he's a good guy really. When he gets passoinate about something, he doesn't stop until he's got it."

"Oh...But he's not... Passionate about this, is he?" Miyavi asked curiously.

"Well... Not really. But I think... I think with time he will." Uruha ran his fingers through his hair, looking out the window for any signs of Tora. "So... How long you gonna let him think you're a girl, Miyavi-chan?" It was funny to him, really, he knew his friend was dumb about some things, but to be this dumb... Well... It was rather... What's the word, hilarious?

"Oh, I dunno... I was thinking about letting him figure it out on his own, but we'll have to see." Giggling, Miyavi reached out and poked the tip of Uruha's nose. "How quickly did you figure it out?"

"Well, to be honest, right off the bat. I think it's cute though. Can't wait to see you wearing the little lolita outfits everyday to work." Grinning, the assistant manager leaned back on his hands, a roll of laughter escaping his lips as a look of complete shock crossed the man's face.

"He didn't say anything about a uniform! Let alone a lolita costume." There was a shrug and a small giggle before Miyavi brushed it off. "Oh well."

"I didn't really think you'd be opposed to wearing skirts, since you're wearing that anyways." Glancing down at the semi-skirt, or whatever it was that Miyavi was wearing, he simply raised a brow at it. "You clearly have a somewhat warped sense of fashion." Miyavi simply answered him with another giggle, covering it behind his hand.

Just as a comfortable silence began to settle between the two, Tora burst in, pizza boxes in hand and a pleased look on his face, glad to see both Uruha and Miyavi still there. "God, you took long enough, Tora, you better be on top of all this when you hire more workers or I'll have to be the one fending off hungry workers while you get your slow ass back here." With a grin, Uruha took the boxes down, grateful for the food. Miyavi simply smiled up at Tora (and Tora was tempted to say it made his knees feel a little weak). Opening his box, he offered the other a slice. Grinning, Tora accepted it and opted to sit next to Miyavi. "At this rate, if we get a few more workers, I say we could be done in a week. I'll have to hire a plumber and electrician to figure out all that stuff, but I think I'm willing to shell out a few bucks if it means getting it done right and fast."

Blinking, Uruha fell back in shock. "You're going to spend money? I think you're just trying to show off to Miyavi-chan, Tora-shi." Sticking out his tongue the blonde ate his pizza in peace, even after receiving numerous glares from his best friend.

"Brat," Tora spat at the shorter male, a grin still on his face. "But you know... There's one thing that we absolutely need to figure out today... A name." Sighing he took a bite of his pizza, looking between the two. "Something that stands out..."

Miyavi simply gave Tora a quiet look at the mention of money. It made him uncomfortable to think that Tora had money to spare like that when he knew he'd never have a fraction of Tora's money. Shaking that thought away, he tapped the tip of a long finger against his lips and Tora found that he couldn't help but be transfixed by the innocent action.

"Well. What's the atmosphere you're going for here anyways? That'll have an influence in the name."

Uruha snickered at that. "Lolita outfits. What more needs to be said?"

Tora glared at his friend again. "It's not just that, it's about being polite and getting to know your customer. Making them feel special and welcome and that the staff flatters you just in the right way."

Picking up another piece of pizza, Uruha shrugged. "I have no idea, man..."

Miyavi seemed to have spaced out at some point of the current conversation and finally came back to reality with a giggle. "How about... Sweet Loli Cafe? I mean... It's perfect, don't you think?"

The two friends looked to one another and then to Miyavi. "Sweet Loli Cafe, huh? Well... I think we have us a name, don't you, Tora-shi?" There was a rather large grin on his face.

"I like it. It's simple yet perfect. It seems you come in handy for quite a few things, eh, Miyavi?" The owner stood up and made his way to the back room, coming out with a dress on a hanger. "Here you go. This... Is your uniform."

Miyavi stopped mid-bite and just stared at the dress on the hanger. Skimpy didn't even begin to describe it. Short and black and lace and frills and ohgod, this wasn't what he was expecting. Choking a little on his pizza, Uruha helpfully pounded on Miyavi's back until he could finally breathe properly again. "You're...joking, right?" Tora just grinned and shook his head. "You said it yourself, Sweet Loli Cafe, so Sweet Loli outfit. Dont' worry, I'm sure you'll look good in it."

Uruha just laughed, clearly amused while Miyavi looked a mixture between mortified and amused himself. "So, if I get molested by any customers, I'm going to be counting on you to come to my rescue me and save my honor and dignity from being any more tarnished than it will already be from wearing that outfit." Tora nodded, extending out his pinkie as a promise. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Looping his own pinke around Tora's, he smiled. "Alright. You've officially got yourself your first waitress."

Wake-up Call [Chiyu x Takeru]

2008-02-17T00:07:22Z

Title: Wake-up Call
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff, half-naked Chiyu
Pairing: Chiyu x Takeru
Disclaimer: No I do not own them.
A/N: Written for marshkitten

Takeru couldn't help it that he woke up much earlier than Chiyu. Once the bassist passed out, he was dead to the world until he decided to wake up. But the vocalist wouldn't deny that his boyfriend looked so adorable all curled up under the covers like he was.

Pulling the blankets down just a bit to expose the taller male's half-naked frame. The blonde leaned up, nuzzling his lover's neck before whispering in his ear, "Chiiiiiiiiiiiyu." Idly his fingers swirled around the brunette's navel.

There was a grunt of protest as the bassist squirmed. He didn't want to get up. Pouting, Takeru leaned in, nibbling the other's earlobe. "Chiiiyu, wake up." Teasingly he dipped his hand lower, fingertips brushing over the sensitive patch of skin just above Chiyu's member.

That most definitely got the bassist's attention. "Takeru..." The hand withdrew and the taller male rolled over, looking at his boyfriend. "Tease."

Giggling the vocalist stole a kiss from the other's lips. "Mmhmm. But you love me for it. Riiiiiiiight? Right Chiyu?"

Another groan escaped the brunette's lips before he returned the kiss. "Hai. But why did you wake me up at--" Sitting up a little bit, Chiyu looked to the alarm clock on the side of the bed, "Nine-thirty-two in the morning?"

"Because. Do you remember what today is?"

Blinking, the bassist stood back, thinking for a moment. "Mm... Could it possibly be.... Our one month anniversary?"

"Nope. Close, but that's not it." Takeru giggled, glad that the other had forgotten.

"Okay... I know it's not your birthday, or mine... So what is it?" There was a rather puzzled look on the brunette's face as he looked to Takeru.

"It's Sunday. And you know what that means, right? A day off. Which means, a full day of us."

Laughing in relief, the taller male stole a kiss from Takeru's lips. "Mm... I like that idea, on one condition."

"Wassat?" The blonde piped as he sat up straight.

"No helium."

The vocalist doubled over in laughter and curled up to Chiyu. "Mm... I think I can live with that idea."

The two laid in bed a bit longer before Takeru's stomach growled at him. With a roll of laughter, the bassist took that as a sign to get up and make breakfast. He wasn't even half way through when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. "Chiyu?"

"Yes, Take-hime?"

"I love you."

A smile crossed the brunette's lips and he brought his boyfriend around for a soft kiss. "I love you too. Now... Let me finish cooking this otherwise, you're going to be starving and the food's going to burn."

Giggling, Takeru nodded and moved to fix them both some coffee. Caffeine, yeah, that was the last thing he needed. But the blonde vocalist wanted to enjoy his time with Chiyu, which was rare now days. Sure he got to see him every day but they didn't get much alone time, which he missed dreadfully.

They had ended up eating breakfast rather quickly, then chose to lay down on the couch to watch a few movies. It wasn't until half way through the last movie they had chosen that they broke apart for a few moments. Takeru simply turned to look down at Chiyu, surprised to find that he wasn't asleep.

Smiling, the blonde leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the bassist's lips, a small laugh escaping his lips as he realized, "You know, tomorrow's our anniversary. We should call in to work."

Birthday Secret [Kyo x Shinya]

2008-02-16T04:03:37Z

Title: Birthday Secret
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Fluff and smut xDDD
Pairings: Kyo x Shinya, Implied Kyo x Kirito
Disclaimer: I do not own them... Though I've seen them multiple times.
Summary: Kyo wants to know what secret Shinya's going to reveal on his thirtieth birthday.
A/N: Written for Kyo and Shinya's birthday and for

lothnarys

Kyo had been sleeping quite peacefully the morning of his thirty-second birthday. That is... Until he heard the scraping of pans and knives... Who the hell?! No one was supposed to be there. And so, forcing his mind to believe that it was all part of his imagination, he went back to sleep. A light slumber that didn't last but maybe another twenty minutes.

The smell of breakfast caught his attention and the blonde vocalist sat straight up in his bed. Who... The hell... Was cooking? With a tug, he wrapped his comforter around him and stalked off towards the kitchen, a bit shocked to find Shinya in his apron, finishing up the last part of breakfast.

"Shinya... What on earth are you doing here?" Kyo asked, voice rough from just barely waking up.

"Cooking you breakfast, silly. What's it look like?" The drummer turned slightly, smiling to the older male. "Happy birthday."

"I thought we agreed that we were doing a big party for Kaoru and I tonight?"

"We did." Shinya smiled and set two plates down at the table before fixing them both a cup of coffee. "But I wanted to be the first to wish you happy birthday."

"Aww... How cute.... But next time... Wait till the afternoon, will you?! I haven't gotten that much sleep." Slowly the vocalist slipped down into the chair, keeping the blanket wrapped around him. "Shinya... Why is there only one fork?"

There was a soft giggle from the drummer before he held a forkful of food to the older male's lips. "That's why." It took a bit of persuasion but Kyo finally gave in and let the younger male feed him.

About half an hour had passed before the two settled down on the couch, blanket wrapped tightly around both of them as they watched tv. "You know... I believe there's a certain someone who's birthday is coming up... A rather... Important birthday."

"Hai," Shinya agreed.

"And said person agreed to tell all of his secrets on his birthday."

"That he did," the drummer smiled, fingers combing through his friend's hair.

"Wanna tell me a few of them?" Kyo pried, a smirk on his lips as he curled into the drummer.

"Nope. It's a secret."

"I won't tell. Just give me one." The vocalist moved to straddle his friend's lap, a definite pout on his lips. "Pleeeeeeeease?"

Shinya wasn't about to deny that it was cute to see the smaller male pout like he was, not to mention to hear him beg. Not that he would ever say it to his face. "Toooru, do you really wanna know my secret?"

"Of course. Everyone does."

"Then wait till my birthday." Winking the drummer moved the vocalist back to his seat on the couch and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you tonight, alright? Go back to bed and make sure to look good, there's supposed to be a bunch of people at the party tonight."

Growling in defeat, Kyo mumbled something about not caring, which caused the younger male to giggle. "See you tonight... Jaa."

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The party went off without a hitch, well... Besides Kyo getting attacked by Miyavi at one point and barely being able to get away. The only problem was, Shinya had barely spent any time with him. He had been off with Kaoru at one point, then the next time Kyo had seen him, he was with Yoshiki.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips and he sat down outside, cigarette between his lips. A pair of hands covered his eyes and a soft pair of lips brushed his cheek. "Happy birthday, Kyo-sama." That voice, he recognized it, but he couldn't quite place it. After pulling the hands away he looked behind him.

"Thank you, Kirito-san." Kyo turned so he could face the taller male. "I wasn't aware that you were going to be attending the party."

"I was invited weeks ago, but I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to attend. You look lonely, Kyo-sama." The ex-Pierrot frontman stated as he took a seat beside the smaller male. "I didn't bring you a present, but I do have something to give you."

Blinking the Dir en grey front-man looked to the other. "Oh yeah?"

"Hai." Kirito took the smaller male's hand and lead him to one of the empty rooms. Shinya had noticed the two disappear, and to be honest, it hurt him. He was jealous, and a part of him wished he'd have told his secret this morning, then Kyo would be with him, not.... Kirito...

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It was the morning of Shinya's thirtieth birthday, and everyone, including himself was eager to see what he would divulge. Of course, he knew, but he was more eager to see everyone's response. Looking over at the clock, the drummer was surprised to see it was still only nine in the morning. Kyo wasn't awake yet...

A sigh escaped his lips and he forced himself out of bed, just barely making it to the kitchen when he heard someone knocking at his door. Who could that be? Nobody came to visit him this early.

To his, great surprise, he found Kyo at the door, a small box in one hand and a small bouquet of roses in the other. Aww, how cute. "Morning, Kyo."

"Happy birthday, Shinya." The two moved into the living room and exchanged a quick hug.

"So... How did things go with Kirito?" Shinya asked, he wasn't sure if he should, but a part of him hated the feeling of not knowing.

"What do you mean?"

"Your party. I saw you two... You both went into a room..."

Kyo could hear the disdain for the man in Shinya's voice. "Shinya... Kirito gave me a massage. We didn't do anything. I swear to it."

"Oh..." Blushing profusely, the drummer stepped away. "I'm so sorry, Kyo... I... I couldn't help it, I was jea--" Quickly he covered his mouth to keep the words from escaping him. No, he couldn't admit to that.

The now thirty-year old male was a bit shocked to find Kyo's arms around him again. "I didn't want to do anything with him, Shinya..." The smaller male leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to the younger male's lips. "I wanted you."

Without hesitating, the drummer threw his arms around the blonde before him, lips pressing against the other's much more firmly. Neither of them were quite sure how they had managed it, but they ended up in Shinya's bedroom, clothes strewn about on the floor as Kyo's lips trailed down the other's body.

Everything else had been forgotten, all that mattered was the other. Shinya had wanted this for so long, that it pained him to think about it. There were times when he would wake to find himself terribly turned on just from dreaming of the vocalist. But dreams couldn't even compare to the purely erotic sensation of the smaller male's pierced lip trailing down his skin, or his slick tongue dipping into his navel.

Before Kyo had even reached the drummer's member, Shinya was writhing beneath him, moaning in pure delight. The younger male blindly searched through the bed-side drawer, finding a bottle of lube that had yet to be used. A smirk crossed the vocalist's lips as he took ahold of it, coating his fingers with the fluid. Carefully he inserted a single digit while his mouth wrapped around the head of the taller male's length.

Were the smaller male's mouth not currently occupied he would've smiled at the way Shinya's back arched at the simple motions. He couldn't wait to see what the younger male would react like when they got to the main part of this adventure. As the blonde slowly took the other's erection into his mouth, he began pumping his digit in and out of the other, groaning around the solid heat that filled his mouth.

When he felt like the drummer was ready, he added a second digit, sucking a bit harder on his member to ease away the pain, granting the fact that he really wasn't positive if the other was a virgin or not.

The vocalist was just about to add a third finger, his tongue swirling around the tip of Shinya's cock when he heard the other speak, "I'm ready, Kyo... Please?"

With a quick crook of his fingers to hit the drummer's prostate, Kyo obliged, moving up to trail kisses up the other's lithe frame. "Do you have a con---"

"I trust you, Kyo." With a small kiss to ensure his trust in the other, the smaller male situated himself between Shinya's legs, coating his member with a decent amount of lubrication before pushing himself inside. They both groaned loudly, the tight heat around his erection was almost enough to drive Kyo over the edge, while Shinya's back arched and his head fell back.

The blonde moved slowly at first, wanting to get the younger male used to the intrusion. This was better than he had imagined, much better. Without thinking, the drummer lifted his hand to take ahold of one of Kyo's, lacing their fingers. A smile crossed his lips and as he became more sure of himself and the situation he began pushing back against the older male, moaning rather loudly.

The way the birthday boy moved and moaned drove Kyo to the brink, he couldn't keep a steady pace and he began thrusting into the other rapidly. With a final cry of the younger male's name, the blonde vocalist released, continuing to thrust into him until he slowed to a stop. Shinya, who had taken the liberty to begin stroking himself towards the end, came not but a few moments after the smaller male.

The two collapsed against one another, smiles permanently placed on their lips.

"This... Is the best birthday ever. Thank you, Kyo."

"Mm... You're welcome. So... I believe someone has some secrets to own up to."

"Hai. Don't tell me you haven't figured out one of them by now."

Shaking his head, Kyo lied, he knew the answer but he wasn't going to deny he wanted to hear it from Shinya's lips. "Tell me." Playfully he poked the taller male's sides, tickling to get an answer out of him.

Laughing, the drummer caught the vocalist's arms, holding them away from himself. Shinya leaned up, kissing Kyo gently. "You. My secret, is that I'm in love with you, Tooru."

"Mm... Good to know, because I love you too." Yawning, the blonde curled up to his... Lover. "Now... Let's go back to sleep, I woke up early just to be the first to tell you happy birthday. And I'm determined to be the first one next year too."

Giggling, Shinya stole another kiss, "Mmm... I think I like that idea. As long as you stay with me I think we'll be good." Smiling, the drummer watched as the older male drifted off to sleep. God he was so adorable like that. It took him a few moments but he finally managed to drift off as well, content to know that the only man he had ever loved was right there, holding him tight.

What You Gonna Do With All That Ass? (All That Ass Up In Those Shorts?!?!)

2008-02-13T20:27:30Z

Title: What You Gonna Do With All That Ass? (All That Ass Up In Those Shorts?!?!)
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: NC-17
Warning: CRACK, smut
Bands: Alice Nine, Sadie, Vidoll
Pairings: Tora x Mizuki x Aki x Jui
Disclaimers: I do not own them... ~~They chain themselves to my bed willingly.~~
Summary: When Jui gets bored... RUN!
A/N: Written for a friend.

Tora and Jui sat quietly on the couch of their apartment. Yeah, it was kinda odd for them to share an apartment, who'd have ever thought those two would end up together? Right? Well... There were two people to be blamed for that, but that would be explained in time.

"They're taking forever," Jui huffed as he crossed his arms. "Toooooooora, I'm bored. Do something."

Blinking, the guitarist looked at his roommate. "And what... Pray tell, do you want me to do?"

A wicked grin crossed the vocalist's face as he jumped up, pulling the other into the bedroom that he shared with his boyfriend. The blonde searched through his closet before presenting a pair of silver shorts, the ones that he had worn for Gothikaroid and Sinai.

The tall guitarist took a step back, shaking his head. "No... Just... No. Jui! I can't even fit into those things! My ass would hang out of them," Tora protested, still shaking his head in solemn disagreement. The taller of the two tried to protect himself by putting himself on the farside of the bed from Jui. Though the shorter male quickly darted around.

Seeing as his only opportunity was to jump across the bed to escape the madman raging at him, Tora took it. To his sadness, he lost. Jui caught Tora, pinning the guitarist on his stomach. "C'mon, Toooooora." The vocalist leaned down, lips grazing the taller male's ear as he whispered. "What better way to welcome Mizuki home than to be wearing these? Ass hanging out or not. Besides... I can take some pictures of it with my phone and send them to him, maybe it'll even get him home faster."

Silence overtook the room as the guitarist contemplated the idea, the younger male took advantage of the silence to flip the guitarist onto his back. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" He pouted, fingertips slipping beneath the brunette's shirt, sliding it up ever so slowly. Jui could tell that Tora was fighting back a moan, he knew where to touch the other, knew just what to do to turn the older male on.

Once the shirt was pushed away, Jui focused at the next task, pants. Soft, plush lips trailed over Tora's chest, a soft moan escaping the guitarist. "Toooooora, yes or no? Or do I have to force it out of you?" The vocalist's hands smoothed over the brunette's thighs, moving up to caress the growing bulge. Hips bucked and Jui quickly undid the older male's pants. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Nn... J-Jui... You can't seriously expecting me to fit into them now?!"

"I can do it, why can't you?" Blinking, the vocalist hastily removed Tora's pants and boxers. "Now get up and put them on."

Groaning, the guitarist god up, forcing himself into the little booty shorts. Giggling, the blonde jumped up, aiding Tora in buttoning the sorry excuse for shorts. Quickly hegrabbed the jacket that he had worn over the outfit, helping the guitairst to put it on. "There! Perfect! Now turn around." Another giggle escaped him as he watched the taller male spin around for him. "Your ass isn't hanging out too terribly much."

Grabbing his phone, Jui pushed Tora to stand in front of the bed. "Okay, now time for the pictures." A grin crossed his lips and he began snapping pictures of the brunette in his shorts. "Eh... Bend over why don't you?"

Rolling his eyes, Tora bent over the bed. Why on earth had he agreed to go through with this again? Oh yeah... That's right, because it had been well over a month since he had seen his boyfriend and he wanted him home. Neither of them had heard the door open, however, or the soft padding of footsteps coming towards them.

Aki stood in the doorway of his bedroom, a devious smirk crossing his pierced lips as he moved to the bent-over figure before him, promptly smacking the barely covered ass in front of him.

Yelping, Tora stood up straight, "Jui! What the---" He paused the moment he turned, spotting the older male in front of him. "Oh... Aki... T-that was you?"

"I thought it was Jui." That was when he heard the giggle from the corner of the room. "But obviously he's hiding in the corner. What... pray tell... Are you doing in his... Part of his costume?"

Blushing, the guitarist rubbed the back of his neck. "Jui forced me?" A weak laugh escaped the brunette's lips as he sat down on the bed.

"Oooh... Mizuki's gonna love that one." Jui giggled, pressing the send button on his phone. There was a pause from the two older males as they stared at the vocalist.

"What did you just do?"

"Oh... Nothing. Nothing at all."

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[In the Studio]

Mizuki had agreed to hang around with the guys a bit longer, even after Aki had bolted out like a madman. To be honest, he wasn't having fun, of course he wasn't really ever having fun unless he was with Tora... More particularly... Fucking Tora. But... That was going to have to--- "Fuck!!"

The guitarist nearly jumped as he felt something vibrating in his pocket. Who the... Blinking, the brunette guitarist cocked a brow as Jui's name appeared on the screen of his mobile. Flipping it open to find a picture message, he waited for it to load.

"Oh... My... God..." Staring at the image before him, he didn't know what to do. That was... Tora... In Jui's shorts? Oh god... That was.... Wow. But wait... That wasn't Jui smacking that beautiful, tight ass... That was... Aki?! He wasn't really sure just how long he had been staring before the other three Sadie members walked up to see what he was gawking at.

"Uhm... Mizuki?" Kei asked as he stared at the screen.

"Is that... Tora?" Tsurigi querried, eyes having not yet blinked since he laid them upon the the image.

"Damn!" Mao exclaimed, smirking as he leaned in closer, practically climbing over Mizuki's shoulder to get right up close to the image. "He should dress like that more often."

Growling, Mizuki smacked the vocalist upside his head. "Back off! That ass belongs to me." The brunette closed the phone and stood. "Now if you excuse me... I've got some business to attend to."

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[Back at the apartment]

It was about twenty minutes later when the door slammed shut, Mizuki making sure to lock it. It didn't take the youngest long to find them, the three older men already naked and writhing in sexual desire on the bed. "How dare you!"

Gasping, the three broke apart, looking up to the male standing at the foot of the bed.

"How dare you start without me."

Pouting, Tora moved to the edge of the bed, pulling Mizuki to him. "We didn't really start anything." A strong grip found the tall guitarist's jaw and pulled him up.

"You... You owe me big time."

There was a smirk on his lover's lips as he Tora's hands skillfully undid the young guitarist's pants, pushing them down until his growing erection was bared for him. The Alice Nine guitarist wrapped his mouth around the heated flesh. Mizuki watched as Jui lifted the bottle of lube and coat his fingers, one carefully disappearing into Tora's entrance.

The groan around his erection caused the Sadie guitarist to grip his boyfriend's hair. Aki watched in enjoyment at the sight of the three. Without warning he situated himself behind the vocalist, stealing the lube from him to prepare the blonde. Before long the four moved in unison, the bassist and vocalist's fingers moving in sync, while Tora sucked furiously on the youngest's length, pushing back against the digits within him as Jui did the same to Aki.

Pulling away from the tallest, Mizuki pulled his boyfriend up, turning him to make Tora face Jui. There was a whimper at the loss of contact between the vocalist and guitarist. But the whines were quietted when Mizuki pushed himself into Tora, a loud groan escaping both of them. Aki pulled away from Jui, turning him onto his back so that the vocalist could crawl up beneath the guitarist, taking his length between his lips.

Tora returned the favor, tongue lapping at the vocalist's member while Aki entered him. The two Sadie members pumped into their boyfriends with a perfect rhythm, leaning in for a quick kiss every now and again. It didn't take long for the vocalist nor the eldest guitarist to release, their lovers continuing to pound in and out of them.

Minutes later the two finally released, all four collapsing onto the bed they had officially coined orgy-sized.

"Next time you put those shorts on... I want to be here," Mizuki growled into the Alice Nine guitarist's ear.

"Mm... Blame Jui, he forced me into them."

"I did not! You put them on yourself." Jui giggled and hugged onto the bassist.

"Oh, and Aki. Keep your hands off my boyfriend, will you? It's not exactly pleasing to get a text message with you slapping Tora's ass." Mizuki laughed.

"So that's what he sent you?! I thought it was him when I walked in. I can't help it that they both have great asses when they wear those little shorts."

"Whatever... Let's get some sleep."

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The next morning Tora woke to hear his cell phone going off like crazy. Picking it up he saw he had fifteen new text messages and ten voicemails. What the hell?

WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! xDDDDD ROFLMAO- Shou
Wow. Who'd have thought you'd look that damn good in those shorts! Woo - Saga
omfg lol is this a joke or something?! - Hiroto
...My eyes... They burn! - Nao

"Fuck it... I'm not reading the rest of them." Tora growled and listened to his voicemail, only making it through the first one.

'Oh.... My.... God.... I hope you get even with Jui for posting these pictures on his blog! He even hacked into yours and posted the one of Aki smacking your ass, haha. I can't believe you could fit into those damn things! But for the record, you should make sure that you don't let Jui take pictures of you,' came Shou's voice. Instantly the guitarist looked for the blonde, he was missing. Growling he climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and finding him at the computer, giggling like crazy.

"You...."

"Uh oh." Jui quickly exitted out of the screens he was viewing. The tall brunette tackled the vocalist to the floor, tickling his sides violently.

"Nn... What's all this racket?!" Mizuki groaned, pulling Aki into the living room.

"Jui posted the pictures of me in his shorts and Aki smacking my ass on his blog and mine!"

The two Sadie members doubled over laughing. "That's beautiful! Absolutely beautiful."

"And you've already gotten like... A bajillion comments on it, Tora-shi. You should love me. All your little PSC friends think you should wear them more often," Jui giggled, attempting to squirm away from the strong guitarist.

"Agreed," the young guitarist and bassist confirmed.

"Fuck... You... Screw this shit, I hate you guys." Pouting Tora moved back to the bedroom, slamming the door and locking it.

"H-hey! That's not fair! It's our room too!"

"Tough shit. You guys can fight over the couch."

Tora turned off his phone so he could go back to sleep, looking at the clock it was still only five a.m. "Fuck me sideways..."

"That can be arranged!" Mizuki laughed as he pounded on the door. "C'mon baby, let me in. You know you want to."

"No."

There was only one problem with his plan, Aki had the key to the bedroom, unlocking it the three climbed back into the bed, Mizuki straddling Tora's hips, Jui holding down his legs while the bassist took ahold of his hands.

"C'mon, let us make it up to you." Aki coaxed, lips moving down to attach to the guitarist's neck, Mizuki's own lips meeting the otherside.

"Nn... Assholes."

"But you love us, and you know it," Jui giggled again, moving up to worm his way in to steal a kiss from the guitarist's lips.

"Yeah... But you're still a bunch of assholes."

Stronger [Tora x Nao]

2008-01-27T20:45:48Z

Title: Stronger
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff.... <.<>.> Again
Band: Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Nao
Disclaimer: No... If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing this stuff about them.
Summary: Nao just needs to have a little faith in himself.

Tora's POV

I could hear voices all around me, my bandmates... "Tora-shi," Pon spoke up, "Tora-shi, please get better..." He was crying.... SLowly I opened my eyes to see everyone. No, not everyone.... Nao wasn't there... The one person I truly wanted to see.

"Where's Nao?" I asked, my voice hoarse from so much sleep.

"He said to tell you, he's sorry..." Shou whispered, still hugging on to Hiroto to keep him from crying.

"Sorry for what? I don't understand." Nao had nothing to be sorry for. Nothing! It was all my fault, I shouldn't have tried to handle this on my own. Not that I'm ever going to admit that.

"Sorry for not seeing... Sorry for not coming... He says he can't bare to see you like this." Saga said calmly, sipping at his coffee. "Sorry that he can't be strong enough for you, like you are for him." The bassist's eyes flicked to mine and god... I felt like I was dying. Because of this stupid injury I've put this huge gap between Nao and I...

"Shou-kun... Pon... Go to Nao, tell him to come. He has to come. Tora needs him now. More than ever, alright? If he resists... Just drag him back." After saying their goodbyes the two left without question. Saga moved to sit on the edge of my hospital bed, calloused fingertips brushing the hair from my eyes. "He loves you, you know?" There was a weak smile on his lips as he leaned down, pressing those pale lips to my forehead. "I love you...."

"Saga... I..."

"I know, I know. You love him, too. It hasn't stopped me from loving you, yet. I can live with that, though. As lon gas you promise to get better and love him with everything you have."

"Sagachi..." I was surprised when I managed to wrap an arm around him and pull him close. "You're a great friend, you know that? Thank you."

He pulled away quickly. "By the way.... I'll always be there... You know... If.... Things don't work out." Saga winked and ran his fingers through my hair. "And when you need help, just call me, kay? I'll drop everything to take care of you."

I nodded and pushed the button to allow me to sit up in the bed as I heard a knock at the door. When the bassist got up, I felt cold, alone... But the moment the door opened I smiled. Nao.... "I'll leave you two alone, kay?" Saga chirped before pushing Nao towards the bed. "Call me if you need me." And just like that, he was gone.

"Tora-shi?" He was so timid, it hurt to see him like that.

"Nao-kun.... Sit down," I patted the edge of the bed. "We need to talk." Just to make sure... I did mention that Nao and I have been dating for a few months now... Right? Well... Whatever. He hugged onto me, arms wrapping tightly around my waist. "I"m so sorry, Tora. I didn't.... I didn't think this would be the result of us--" Oh yeah... And uh, amazingly, we haven't had sex yet.... We came close and that was when my arm decided to die on me.

"Shh... None, and I mean, none of this is your fault." Gently I kissed his forehead, holding him close.

"But I... I should've paid more attention... Tora, I should've seen it!"

"That doesn't make this your fault, Nao." Again I kissed him, and let my arm curl around his waist. "I just loved you too much to want to worry you about it.... I thought it would go away... But it didn't."

"Y-you..." He started, staring at me in disbelief. "You love me? Tora-shi... Did you just.... Did you just say that you love me?" He was smiling, which made me smile in return. God he was so cute like this. How could you not love him?

"Yes, Nao-kun. I love you. I've loved you for awhile. I was just... Waiting for the right---"

Before I could finish he began peppering my face with kisses. "I love you, too. And I promise.... I'll be stronger, for both of us." THat was the Nao I knew and loved. He nuzzled his face against my neck, situating himself in my lap and yawning softly. "Tora-shi... What were you in Sagachi talking about?"

"He was telling me that I needed to get better.... So I could love you with all my might."

"Oh.... Okie... Cause SHou was saying something about Sagachi liking you..."

"It wouldn't matter anyway... I love you, Nao. You're the only person that matters to me."

Fanfictions [Tora x Nao]

2008-01-27T20:22:08Z

Title: Fanfictions
Author: Tora_Bish
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluffy. (Notice a trend for me, yet? >.<)
Band: Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Nao
Summary: Nao's displeased with the amount of fanfictions written about Tora.
A/N: Just a random idea to pass the time at work. <.<>.>

The silence in the room was unnerving, well it wasn't really silent, more like they just weren't talking. Nao was honestly happy that Tora had even agreed to come over and watch some movies, but he wasn't expecting the guitarist to literally watch the movie. What ever happened to talking? That's what he had wanted. They weren't in a theatre! They didn't have to be quiet for Christ's sakes!

He was about to say something when the brunette guitarist turned to him, "Nao-kun, is everything alright? You've barely said a word to me all afternoon."

Blinking, Nao didn't quite know how to respond. "B-but you were... I thought... I thought you were focused on the movie."

Smiling, Tora reached out, pulling his friend close to him. Nao just sat there for a moment, confused, mind a bit rattled by the sudden movements. "Nao-Pooh.... I came over to spend time with you. Not the movie."

"Oh..." They sat there for a moment, enjoying their shared warmth before Nao looked up to Tora again. "Tora-shi, do you like Sagachi?"

"As a friend, sure."

"No, no... I mean do you like him?" Nao emphasized.

"No, he's not exactly my type, why?" Tora was curious, why was Nao asking him such silly questions? Afterall... Wasn't it obvious?

"Oh... No reason." Smiling, Nao turned back to the movie for a moment but he quickly turned back to the guitarist, curious again. "What about Pon? Or... Or Shou-kun? Do you like one of them? Both of them?"

Laughing softly, the taller male pressed the back of his hand to the drummer's forehead. "Pooh-chan, why are you asking me these silly questions? I'll give you my answer to both of your questions when you answer mine."

With a pout Nao looked away, "I asked first..." A few sighs later and the smaller male looked up to the guitarist, "You gotta promise me you won't laugh at me, kay?!"

Nodding, Tora held up his right hand. "I promise, Nao-kun." What could possibly have filled the older male's head with these silly notions?

"Okay... Well... A few weeks ago... I uhm... I was bored, right? So I went online and just started looking around... That's when I found a bunch of fanfictions.... Alice Nine, fanfictions... More particularly fanfictions about you... And all of them were pairing you off with Sagachi or Shou-kun... Or Pon... Never me... And I was just.... I was curious if maybe the fans saw something that I didn't, and you just liked them more than me."

Blinking, Tora just stared at the older male. Gently, he lifted Nao's chin and leaned in close, "It's called fanfiction for a reason, Pooh-chan." TOra leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the drummer's lips. "The fans don't know what's in my heart. I do."

The kiss alone had left Nao dizzy, but with a shake of his head he hit the younger male's shoulder. "Now you gotta answer my question! You promised."

With a laugh, Tora looked away. "No. I don't like Sagachi, I don't like Pon, nor do I like Shou-kun. My heart, Nao-kun..." He looked back to Nao and seeing the mixed emotions shading the drummer's face before finishing. "My heart belongs to you. And I'll keep telling you that until you finally get my point."

After a pause, the silence felt like it lasted forever before Nao shook his head. "No... Y-you don't have to, Tora-shi... Just.... Kiss me again, onegai?" Those pouty lips and puppy dog eyes did the guitarist in. He leaned in, pressing their lips together in a firm kiss. They ended up spending a majority of the rest of the afternoon just holding on to one another, stealing kisses every few minutes.

"Tora-shi?"

"Yes?"

"Sagachi's sexy... What with the bass-licking thing... Shou-kun's popular, everyone knows that.... And Pon's a... Well... I don't really know why everyone likes Pon.. But me.... There's nothing great about me."

There was a moment of silence in which the guitarist just stared at the older male, a bit taken back by the suddenness of the situation. "Nao... You're cute, innocent, and entirely too hard on yourself. If I had wanted someone else, I wouldn't be here, giving my heart to you."

Giggling Nao curled up to the taller male. "So does that mean... We're dating?"

"I'd like to think so." Tora reassured as he pressed a soft kiss to the drummer's head.

"Good... Cause I do too."