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Valentine!

2007-02-15T02:40:40Z

TITLE: Valentine!
PAIRING: (Dir en grey)Toshiya/Shinya
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Shinya comes home, hoping for peace, when he is ambushed by Toshiya's love.

Shinya did not have time to think about Valentine's day; he had a lot more on his mind with the tour and upcoming birthdays. He often spent most of he free time sleeping and thinking of the appropriate gifts to bestow upon Kyo and Kaoru. He was thinking about getting them gifts that would some how benefit him, for instance, if he bought Kyo an ipod, he would not have to listen to him talk while traveling. Of course there was always the chance that Kyo might attempt to talk over his music, which would only make matters worse for Shinya. Gift buying had never come easily to Shinya, it often took him many hours to think of appropriate and effective gifts and large amount of time finding where to purchase them. Valentine's day was always like any other day for Shinya, the only exception would be the massive amounts of jewelry and sweets that he would receive from his fans, perhaps it would be easier for him to find a gift out of his own Valentine's gifts for the two men, but there was always the chance that he would overlook some secret, perverted message from some fan written on it somewhere.

On the night of February 13th, Shinya was bushed, he had been out for hours trying to find a sparkly pink cell phone case for Kaoru with no success. He had been to at least 7 stores, none of which had anything close to what Shinya was looking for; after many hours of sorting through cell phone cases at 'Claire's' Shinya gave up and hauled himself home. It would be much easier for him to buy him one on the internet, he would just have to hope that it would arrive on time. Pulling off his shoes at the front door, Shinya entered his apartment, he had hoped for a quiet evening without any interruptions, but when he glanced over at his answering machine, he realized that would be impossible. "35 unheard messages" Shinya let out a sigh, he knew it would be rude to not return calls and with so many messages, there could be an emergency. He pressed the play button and plopped himself into a chair, listening intently to the many messages.

"35 UNHEARD MESSAGES. FIRST UNHEARD MESSAGE:

Hey Shin, it's me Toshiya! Umm.. call me back alright?

SECOND UNHEARD MESSAGE:

Make sure you call me back! This is Toshiya!

THIRD UNHEARD MESSAGE:

Caaaaaaaaaaaalll meeeeeeeeeeeeee baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack....

FOURTH UNHEARD MESSAGE:

Where the hell are you? Are you avoiding me man, because if you are, I'm going to tell everyone that you wear girl underwear! Call me back!

FIFTH UNHEARD MESSAGE:

Alright I won't.. but still, it's really really important that you call me back! I need to ask you something!

SIXTH UNHEARD MESSAGE:

p-"

Shinya had heard enough. He was sure that all 35 messages were filled with Toshiya's babbling and decided to save himself 20 minutes of checking each one by deleting them all. He didn't even want to call Toshiya back, but the "girl underwear" threat made him a bit startled, he had worn panties on a few occasions when he had to wear short skirts, but if anyone knew, Shinya would never hear the end of it. He picked up the phone and dialed Toshiya's number and with a long sigh, he brought the phone to his ear. How the hell did Toshiya know about his panties anyway?

"Hello?" Toshiya answered cheerfully.

"Hey." Shinya responded, "Why have you been calling my house obsessively?"

"Umm.." Toshiya paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, "Will you be my valentine?"

"What?!" Shinya gaped at the phone, completely brought into shock, "You've got to be kidding me... I can't believe you would call my house 35 times to ask me something like that."

"But I love you," Toshiya murmured, sounding hurt, "I wanted to buy you chocolates and take you out to a fancy restaurant! That's what boyfriends are supposed to do! Then they get laid!"

"Well I won't have time for that tomorrow." Shinya glared down at the phone disapprovingly, "I have to find gifts for Kyo and Kaoru. I've already spent days looking for things, I don't have time to waste."

"Can't you just give them key chains or something!?" Toshiya gave a pout, showing his eagerness to take Shinya out.

"That's inconsiderate," Shinya quickly pointed out, "We've been friends for so long, it's the least I can do to get them decent presents."

"Well I'm getting them both a great big box of disappointment!" Toshiya boasted, puffing up, "Kaoru deserves it! He works us way too hard! Plus Kyo still hasn't return that tape I lent him!"

"Don't do that," Shinya commented, "They both bought you something on your birthday, it's the least you can do to return the favor."

"I won't even consider buying either of them a key chain if you won't be my valentine." Toshiya stated, keeping his voice as calm as he could, "I love you Shinya, you should want to be with me on Valentine's day. Afterwards I'll go buy them something and he'll help you find something decent for the two of them as well."

"Well I could use some help.." Shinya sighed, "Alright, I, Terachi Shinya, will be your valentine."

"GREAT!" Toshiya cheered, throwing up the phone, catching it, and then giving it a kiss on the mouth piece, "I love you, got to go!" He then hung up, leaving Shinya in complete surprise.

"God, I love that man." Shinya chuckled, putting the phone down. Completely out of energy, he curled up in the chair and went to sleep; Toshiya was always the best way to start new habits, making a place for Valentine's day in his mind was easier with him.

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Sex and Carousels

2007-01-26T03:51:08Z

TITLE: Sex and Carousels
PAIRING: (Ayabie)Takehito/Aoi
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: While visiting the fair, Aoi meets some one who shares his passion for Carousels.

Aoi had never told any one before, but ever since he was a child, he had been fascinated with carousels. When he was young he used to ride them continuously at any given opportunity, from fairs to shopping malls, he would always convince his parents to give him enough time and money for a few rides. They thought that it was possible for their son to have a fondness for horses, but when riding lessons ended in catastrophe, his parents were completely clueless to his love for his love for merry-go-rounds.

When his body had exceeded the limit for small carousels, Aoi made an even greater commitment to go to the fair as often as possible. He saved through out the year for money for daily admission and ride tickets for the carousel. Even if the fair only came once a year to his town, that week when the fair was in town was the highlight of his life; there was nothing he loved more than to mount himself to his metallic steed and hum along to the sounds of the merry-go-round. He'd wait in line for hours just to touch the saddle of one of the beautifully decorated horses.

When the day had arrived for the opening of the fair, Aoi was beyond excited, his legs were trembling, he was even having a hard time writing down a note to his mother to tell her where he had gone. He boarded the earliest bus, carrying all his possessions in a duffle bag. He brought a camera to take a picture of the carousel and all the horses he would ride, he also brought a water bottle and snack, so he could avoid getting out of line for hunger. He had purchased all of his tickets a month early, taking them out of the bag he gazed at them adoringly. He had an admission bracelet for riding any ride, but he only wanted to ride his beloved carousel.

At his stop, Aoi jumped up and quickly exited the bus; the fair was sure to start within fifteen minutes, he had to get a good place in line with the rest of the early birds. Relatively close to the front of the line, Aoi was satisfied, knowing that many of the people were not interested in riding the Merry-go-round. When the gates opened, people were quick to enter, many of them not buying their tickets ahead of time, Aoi was one of the first to enter. He knew now it was the opportune time to run in search of the carousel before anyone had found it. He had been the first to ride it every year since he was ten, now sixteen he did not want to break his tradition. Running in several directions, Aoi had more trouble locating the Merry-go-round than usual. when he had spotted it, he was disappointed to see another person standing in line.

Still approaching, Aoi could make out the features of the boy, he was thin with black hair, he did not appear to be happy. Aoi stood beside him in line; he was disappointed with himself for not making it into line first, but he had wondered if the stranger would allow him to go before him. Though the answer would most likely be no, Aoi felt there would be no harm in asking the boy.

"Um... Hi, sir, I'm Aoi." Aoi smiled nervously, waiting for the teenager to face him, "I was wondering if it would be alright if I could go ahead of you, not because I want to be mean or selfish or anything, but because it is a tradition of mine to come to the fair on opening day and be the first to ride the carousel. I really love merry-go-rounds, I didn't want to bother you, I just wanted to keep up my little ritual."

"It's fine with me." The stranger replied, giving him a small smile, "It doesn't matter to me what order we go in, I just want to ride the merry-go-round; I missed the fair last year because I had to move. I haven't been able to ride on one for over a year. I also share your love for carousels." Aoi let out a laugh of relief and moved ahead of the boy, thanking him.

"What's your name?" Aoi continued, wanting to learn about more about the stranger. He had never met a person who had shared his love for merry-go-rounds.

"Takehito." He said quietly, holding up a small booklet, "This is going to be the 59th carousel I've been on. This one is beautiful... I can only hope number 60 will be this magnificent."

"Oh wow!" Aoi exclaimed, rummaging through Takehito's booklet, "These merry-go-rounds are amazing! I've never seen anything like this one!" Aoi then pointed to the picture adoringly.

"I rode that one when I was 7, I lived in America then," Takehito tipped his head back, attempting to recollect his memory of that particular carousel, "The horses were so big, I had to have my dad hold me up on them. My mother was afraid I would fall without him there." Aoi chuckled, he let Takehito tell him about a few more carousels and then he found himself pulling his own memory book. He had ridden more carousels than Takehito, but that was only because he had once been to an amusement park with seven of them. The two of them shared memories of carousels until the ride was ready, allowing Aoi to walk in first, they took two horses side by side. It was the first time Aoi had ever met another carousel enthusiast, he was overjoyed with the opportunity to make such a new friend. Arriving early, the two of them had been able to ride the merry-go-round continuously until noon, then, while waiting line, they would continue to exchange more stories and communicate. Aoi felt it had been the most fun day he had ever experienced, Takehito also shared this feeling.

"Aoi..." Takehito paused naturally, and then continued, "Are you by any chance, gay?"

"Me?!" He immediately felt his cheeks burn up, looking away, "Why are you asking me this?!"

"I just wanted to know." Takehito smiled, "I'm gay; I just thought I should share that with you. We have a lot in common, I just thought we might share the same preference." Takehito felt a bit embarrassed, but he didn't let is show, he continued to smile at Aoi.

"Yeah..." Aoi failed miserably at removing the blush from his expression, "I'm not ashamed or anything, I just get embarrassed when people ask me questions like that."

"It's alright, I'm sorry I was rash about it." Takehito was curious if Aoi had a boyfriend, but he did not want Aoi to become even more flustered, so he dropped the subject. After a few more rides on the merry go round, Aoi had completely forgotten about it and the two of them had amused themselves by counting the varieties the horses came in while it was not their turn.

Time seemed to fly with each other’s company and soon it was night; the fair closed at 10, so both were eager to get in as many rides before then. While most children had left in the evening, an older crowd had moved in; making it difficult for Aoi and Takehito to ride the merry-go-round every-other-turn. The conductor seeing their desperation soon felt the need to bestow upon them an act of kindness and allowed them to stay on rather than getting back in like. Aoi and Takehito were thrilled, they were able to ride for almost an hour straight without any interruptions. When the time had come for the fair to close down, the two were reluctant to get off the carousel, and even more reluctant to part.

"Will you come tomorrow?" Aoi smiled at Takehito, he fiddled with the brim of his bag, anxious for a response.

"I don't think I can decline" Takehito responded, "Today was really fun, let me give you my number and we can meet at the front of the park" Aoi quickly pulled out his cell phone and handed it to him, he was standing close enough to Takehito to hear him dial in his own number. Aoi looked up at Takehito's face while he was focused on the cell phone, through out the entire day, Aoi had never realized how handsome Takehito was to him. When Takehito handed the phone back to Aoi, he couldn't help but give Takehito a little kiss.

"I'm sorry!" Aoi immediately said, pulling away, but Takehito was quick to grab the collar of Aoi's shirt and push their lips together. Takehito had liked Aoi, and now with the confirmation of Aoi's feelings, he wanted to enjoy a kiss with the boy. Aoi was a bit timid at first, but soon began to kiss back, allowing Takehito to work his tongue in and out of his mouth. Takehito wrapped his arms around Aoi, cradling his backside, he felt Aoi move in surprise, but he did not protest, he only continued to kiss Takehito. Takehito's mind switched gears to more intimate expressions of love, but he was conscious of his environment. He hesitantly removed his hands from Aoi's rear and slowly moved his lips away; only now did he hear Aoi's rapid intake of breath, making it even more difficult for him to keep from ravishing the boy. Taking hold of Aoi's hand, He and Aoi walked to the park exit together.

"My bus!" Aoi screamed, pointing to the road, the large vehicle was pulling out of the terminal and continuing on it's route. "It left without me! How am I going to get home now!?" Aoi was clearly in distress, not knowing what to do, he went into a bit of a panic. Takehito gave his hand a squeeze to gain his attention; Aoi looked to him.

"I can drive you home," Takehito pulled on his arm motioning him to follow him into the parking lot, Aoi felt an immediate sense of relief, he followed Takehito to his car. Unlocking the doors, Takehito helped Aoi into the car and walked around into the drivers side. Before he had started the car he had looked at Aoi in sitting position, it was the first time he had seen him sit the entire day.

"The bus usually takes an hour to get home, my parents will get suspicious if I come home earlier," Aoi let out a sigh of frustration, "They don't trust me driving with friends." Takehito nodded, wondering if Aoi had had plans for them for the next hour. "We could umm... k-kiss if you want." Aoi blushed, trying not to look Takehito in the eyes. Takehito immediately took the initiative and dove onto Aoi's lips, this second time Takehito noticed something about Aoi, his hair was very soft, the bangs brushed against his forehead while he kissed him, he wanted to do more than just kiss Aoi, but he knew that, perhaps within an hour's time he would have a chance to make love to the teenager.

After a few minutes of kissing and innocent touching, Takehito allowed his hands to wander, his hands slipped underneath Aoi's shirt and began to fondle his back and front. Aoi seemed to like it when Takehito's hands brushed over the sensitive skin beneath his belly button; He let out soft whimpers whenever Takehito gave attention to this area. Takehito moved over to Aoi's seat to get closer to him, continuing the kiss, Takehito pulled Aoi's leg over onto his own and then lifted him up onto his lap; Aoi had never been this close to another man before, part of him wanted to pull away, but most of him was driven to continue. He felt Takehito move his crotch against his own, wanting to help he also moved against Takehito, the more he moved, the better it felt, he soon felt his penis harden and his kisses becoming more frantic, indicating his need to be touched.

Takehito was happy with Aoi's consent, he broke the kiss to pull back the chair and make adjustments, instructing Aoi to lay down on the chair, he pulled him off of his lap and crawled onto the floor of the car between Aoi's legs. First, he removed Aoi's shoes and socks, weary that if Aoi came home with the aroma of their activities on his clothing, he may never be able to see him again. He placed them on the driver's side; then he carefully dealt with Aoi's pants, not wanting to embarrass him more than necessary. His fingers crept up to the zipper and buttons of Aoi's pants, while undoing them he could detect Aoi's squirming, Aoi was not trying to resist Takehito, but rather help him pull his own pants down.

Once below his hips, Takehito glanced at Aoi's carousel print boxers. He let out a laugh, Their preferences seemed to match right down to their undergarments, he too was wearing the same pair. Takehito skillfully removed his pants, setting them next to his other garments, Aoi had pulled off his own shirt, leaving Aoi wearing nothing but his boxers. He blushed, looking up at Takehito, Takehito had not bothered to remove any of his clothing, though he too had wanted to see a bit more of Takehito, he did not bother to ask him to remove anything, he understood he would see everything in good time.

Cupping Aoi's semi-hard cock, Takehito knew just what to do, he wanted to give Aoi something he was sure the young man had never received. He was sure that Aoi had never engaged in sexual activities, following Takehito's instructions and never suggesting anything more. Though Takehito had only made love a few times before, but he was confident enough to give Aoi a blowjob, it seemed simple enough to him. He pulled Aoi's boxers down and took hold of his length; the contact made Aoi whimper in surprise, but Takehito did not let go, instead he kissed the tip of Aoi's cock playfully. Pulling his tongue out of his mouth, he lapped the length of Aoi's staff a few times before consuming it. Aoi had never known such a feeling; he let a little cry, the movements within Takehito gave him an immense feeling of bliss and need; it did not take long before he had to hold his own hips down to keep himself from thrusting into Takehito's mouth.

When Takehito had removed his lips from Aoi's cock, Aoi let out an long moan of disappointment, but Takehito knew that it would be better to wait before Aoi was rewarded with a climax. Unzipping his pants, he gave his cock a quick pet before removing his own clothing, he knew Aoi would become impatient if he spent too much time undressing, so he threw his clothes, uncaring of what direction they fell. Returning his attention to Aoi, he pulled off the boy's boxers, making them both naked; Aoi was pleased to see Takehito's body, just as Takehito was happy to finally be able to get a better look at Aoi's genitalia. He knew he wanted to penetrate Aoi, but without lube or condoms, he was unsure if it would be comfortable for Aoi; he thought it would be better to ask Aoi, then he would not be responsible for the pain would have caused him.

"Aoi... I want to fuck you," He looked up into Aoi's eyes, expecting to see him embarrassed, "It's okay if you don't want it, I'm not going to lie, it will hurt really bad and I don't have any lubricant; I won't be disappointed if you say no." Aoi's face was redder than it had been that entire day, he got up from an inclined position and reached over to his bag, rummaging through it, he pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and timidly handed it to Takehito.

"W-will this work?" He tried not to look Takehito in the eyes, he did not want him to see him so embarrassed. Takehito nodded and squirted some of the sun block into his hands, with his right hand he began to toy with Aoi's ass, with his left he stroked his cock. Aoi felt slightly uncomfortable with the running of fingers across his backside, but it didn't feel completely unpleasant, the wet feeling made him spread he legs farther and scoot closer to Takehito. When Takehito had inserted a finger into Aoi, he heard Aoi hiss a bit, but knew that he had to continue or else it would only hurt Aoi more. Sticking an additional finger, he began to push into Aoi as if the fingers were his own cock, pulling in and out of him continuously, Takehito was able to generate a moan of pleasure from him.

After transitioning to a third finger, Takehito felt Aoi was ready to be penetrated. Carefully he positioned his cock next to Aoi's entrance, he rapidly pulled out his fingers and impaled him, immediately he felt a great sense of pleasure. Aoi screamed out, slightly surprised my the transition, it hurt him a bit, but he had tried to think of something else until the pain started to wear off. Takehito began to thrust, first starting out fairly slow to allow Aoi to get used to the movement, but gradually faster until he was at a preferable pace. Aoi was very vocal, letting Takehito become aware of his pleasure, rocking his hips towards Takehito's, he clung to the rope of the seatbelt, frantically in need of something to touch. Takehito also let out several moans, though not as loud as Aoi, it was clear that he was also enjoying himself. As strong feelings we generated from his lower regions, he felt his hips beginning to collide with Aoi's at a more frantic pace, Aoi's breath had also become inconsistent, both were nearing climax. It only took a few more thrusts before Aoi had ejaculated onto his own chest, and within a few more, Takehito had withdrawn and thrusted into his hand, not wanting to come within him, When Takehito had achieved his own orgasm, he fell beside Aoi in the seat.

Nuzzling Aoi's shoulder, he wrapped his arms around the teenager and closed his eyes, he felt more satisfied than he could ever remember. Aoi turned to Takehito and gave him a kiss on the cheek, happy to be with some one like Takehito. Though he felt a bit guilty about having sex with some one he barely knew, he thought it was the right moment to enjoy something intimate with a kindred spirit. He cuddled with Takehito for as long as time allowed, but soon it was eleven and the two of them reluctantly put their clothing on, they had difficulty, putting on each other’s undergarments by accident. Takehito returned to the drivers side and began to drive out of the abandoned parking lot, while driving him home, Aoi had rested his head on his shoulder while giving directions. Giving Takehito a kiss good bye, he promised to meet him outside the gate the following day. The two parted ways completely satisfied with one another; both of them were now even more excited about going to the fair, though neither of them were thinking about carousels.

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Secrets in the Sandbox 2/2

2007-01-21T05:15:34Z

TITLE: Secrets in the Sandbox
PAIRING: (GHOST)Kousei/Hisui
CHAPTERS: 2/2
SUMMARY: When Hisui is unable to come to terms with coming of age, Kousei's shares a secret with him that changes their relationship drastically

My mother was happy I had made the decision to look after myself, she was tired of paying Kousei and thought is was a little ridiculous to be watched over by some one who was only a bit older than them. The following day my parents did not escort me to Kousei's home, but left me in my bed. Without being prompted out of my bed I just laid there, thinking about Kousei and how I had ruined everything. I was already starting to miss the smell of breakfast, Kousei had always made sure I had eaten every morning. He was always dedicated to watching over me, he had never just left me to my own devices or abandoned me for more amusing activities. I felt my stomach rumble, but the memories kept me from getting up until the feeling of hunger became almost unbearable; I did not eat lunch or dinner the day before, when I did get up from my bed it was about noon.

Walking into my kitchen, I had realized I had never once prepared a meal for myself, I had never been left alone long enough to even think about food. Not knowing how to go about feeding myself I sat down at the table and rested my head, for the fist time that morning my thoughts turned to the kiss Kousei had forced on me the day before. Just thinking about the way he had forced his tongue into my mouth made my heart surge; I didn't know why it hurt so much to think about him, but the more I thought about the incident, the more I began to believe Kousei's words.

Maybe he did love me; he seemed so certain when he grabbed me, his words were sincere and I doubt he would have gone through the trouble just to trick me. I just didn't want to accept it, his feelings paralleled my own and accepting them would be admitting to myself that I had also loved him. Perhaps I was scared; men weren't supposed to love one another and when they did people would do horrible things to them. I didn't want that kind of life for myself and especially not Kousei, with the hatred of others weighing down on us, the feelings we had for each other would most likely shatter. With my head down on the table I had accepted a great deal. I was in love with Kousei, I knew that now, but I could not accept his feelings out of fear of the dangers that every gay couple had to face.

The feeling in my stomach had gradually become worse, I knew that not eating would only make me feel worse, as I got up though, I heard the doorbell and was forced to forsake my meal for answering it, walking into the living room I looked out the window before opening the door. It was Kousei, I stopped breathing for a moment; looking at him through the window, I could see the anguish in his expression. he looked like he had been crying; he was holding a large box, most likely filled with the things I had always kept over at his home. I knew I could not avoid him forever, but I was not expecting his sudden presence. I took a deep breath before opening the door, I did not want Kousei to suspect anything.

"I brought your things." Kousei said in a low tone, avoiding my gaze. I held out my arms to take the box from him but he shook his head, instead tilting his head, motioning me to move aside. "It's too heavy for you, tell me where you want it."

"Anywhere is fine." I said quietly, moving on his request, he walked inside the house and carried the box to my room. He didn't say anything as I followed him, he didn't even look at me. I had never felt worse; here I was with a similar love for Kousei, and yet I was unwilling to share it. Every time he turned my way, head down so he couldn't see me, my heart burned. I believe it hurt me in two ways, it hurt seeing the pain I was causing him and it also caused pain not being recognized by someone I cared for. When he put the box down, I finally saw him take a quick glance at me, though he looked back down when he saw my own eyes on him.

"You look famished," He commented, gaze fixed on the wall, "I would offer to make you something, but I know you wouldn't like that."

"I'd like that!" I responded, though I immediately regretted it, I was too quick to answer and too loud; my anxiousness, if not already apparent to him, was now wide out in the open. He shrugged and slowly walked to the kitchen; making meals was always easy for Kousei, in a matter of minutes he had whipped together a balanced meal for the both of us. He sat at the other end of the table, quickly consuming his food, he was silent. I knew he had only cooked for my benefit, he saw the distressed state I was in and still sought out to care for me. The fact that he still had not looked me in the eyes had continued to bother me and as I ate my breakfast my mind continued to pour out fathoms of distressing images of the end of our relationship. I didn't want him to leave, I tried to think of anything I could say to make him stay with me for just a bit longer.

When we had both finished our meals, Kousei had hesitated for a few moments before letting out a sigh and rising to his feet. I was still struggling to think of the words that would make him stay; I wanted Kousei to be with me forever, but admitting my love was a scary thought. My heart kept playing with the idea of a relationship with Kousei while my mind kept attempting to suppress it. With every step Kousei made out of the kitchen, my mind's defenses began to weaken and in an instant I was running to him.

"Don't go!" I latched myself onto his back, "Please, I'll do anything! Just look at me and tell me you won't leave me!" I felt him stand straight up in shock; I could not control the tears soaking into his shirt or the loud muffled sobs escaping from me. Kousei did not pull away; he let me cry for a good amount of time, though he never relaxed. His muscles were still tense and I could tell he was uncomfortable; it took a great deal of will power, but I let go of him and apologized. He turned around to gazed at me, for the first time since yesterday, he looked like himself: the Kousei that had complete control over his surroundings.

"I will stay until you tell me to leave." he said quietly, certain that this was the response that I had needed.

"Then I will never tell you to leave!" I cried, unable to resist hugging him once more. This time he didn't tense up, but rather he stroked the back of my head in an attempt to comfort me. I never told Kousei that I had loved him, but I had desperately hoped he understood my feelings. After a while he seemed to rest his head on mine, I closed my eyes and leaned into him, feeling much calmer than I had.

"I didn't sleep at all last night," Kousei admitted, holding me into him, "I was so worried about everything, I thought about going to the park to check if you were alright, but I was so afraid that you would be angry with me. I knew you would go home, but I couldn't stand the idea of you being alone outside. And today... I just couldn't take it, I had to check up on you, so I gathered up your things so I could come over to see if you were alright."

"You care too much," I rubbed my face against his chest, "I'm so glad I still have you Kousei, I'm sorry about how I acted in the park; I guess I'm just a stupid little kid." He let out a chuckle and lifted me up into his arms; effortlessly he carried me to my bed and crept up beside me. I felt a little embarrassed being in the same bed with the boy I loved, but his calmness eased away the feeling. Kousei did not have sexual intentions, I was only 12, and though I knew technical things about my body, I was fairly innocent; Kousei knew this very well. Reaching out for my hand, he rested his head on my pillow. I smiled as I watched him quickly fall asleep.

I didn't remember a time when I felt happier, sleeping with Kousei after the entire ordeal helped me overcome my fears and welcome the start of my new outlook. I was no longer afraid of concealing anything and even though I knew my parents would most likely be home before Kousei and I had awoken from our rest, I did not bother getting up to close the door. I wanted to enjoy Kousei for as long as I could; even if he could not always be my baby sitter, he could always be something to me.

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Secrets in the Sandbox 1/2

2007-01-13T04:52:09Z

TITLE: Secrets in the Sandbox
PAIRING: (GHOST)Kousei/Hisui
CHAPTERS: 1/2
SUMMARY: When Hisui is unable to come to terms with coming of age, Kousei's shares a secret with him that changes their relationship drastically

On my way to the sand box, I knew something was wrong; there was something about the expression on his face that seemed irregular to me. It was a pleasant day and Kousei had agreed to take me to the park. Usually reluctant to take me anywhere, today had started off unusual, he didn't even hesitate to agree. There were times when I had to practically throw a tantrum to get him to go anywhere and even then he'd always be in a rush to return to his home. He was a mean neighbor, but even then I was grateful to have him around, it didn't matter to me if he was my baby-sitter.

He had always watched over me, from the day when my family had moved into the neighborhood, his mother had offered to watch me, but Kousei ended up doing most of the job on his own while his mother took on more responsibilities. It didn't take long until Kousei was my full time sitter, though he was only a year older than I was, he was far more mature. He cooked all my lunches and was the one to punish me when I went against him; from when school had ended to when my father had come to take me home, Kousei was all I had seen for many years.

I liked Kousei, never thinking of anyone I would rather spend time with. He was the kind of boy I had wanted to be, always a year ahead of me, I could ask him questions I was too embarrassed to ask anyone else and he usually had the answers for me. He was tall and strong enough to fight off all my tickly fights, though only when he was motivated to. He was more relaxed than anyone I had known, rarely raising his voice to me, even when I had made a mess or broken something; he would calmly help me fix my mistakes and give me a suitable punishment, he never once spanked me. Sometimes I wonder if I was too fond of him, I would always come running to him when we met after school and I everyday I would give him a hug, though I can never recall him returning the embrace.

Through the years we shared many memories, some not so good, but all still meaningful in the long run. I was nearing the age of thirteen when Kousei had taken me to the park for the last time. Though I did not think it would be the last time, I knew that it was not normal for children my age to have baby sitters and also that Kousei would be starting high school within a few short weeks, summer was ending and so was my childhood. I could not rely on Kousei to watch over me any longer, there was no reason for me to fear coming home to a empty home.

Though I knew Kousei had disapproved of me playing in the park, he had taken me without complaint. I thought it was a bit weird, but I did not pay much attention to his behavior, I was just happy he had agreed. The park was bare when we had entered through the gate of the playground; there were no kids, no birds playing anywhere, and possibly no signs of life. I saw this as a good excuse to walk over to the sand box, normally I was too embarrassed to play in it, but with no one around but Kousei, I plopped in and started searching for a shovel. When I had found one I immediately began to shovel the hot sand into a pile; it felt a bit eerie, the park was always so noisy and yet now the only sound I could hear was the shoveling and pouring of sand.

Glancing back at Kousei, I noticed another odd thing about him, rather that sitting on the bench, looking off into the distance as he would always do, he was standing with his focus completely on me. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but I had attempted to shake it off with rigorous shoveling. I felt his eyes on me for the entire time I was shoveling, and when I sat back down to start working with my sand, it was no different. He kept watching me and I could think of nothing I had done out of the ordinary to upset him or provoke him in any way. I was worried that he might have been angered with me for some reason, so I did not turn to him and ask him about his odd behavior, I just kept working with my sand, I had dug deep enough to find sand moist enough to make a castle out of.

I was suprised when I heard the movement of footsteps towards me, perhaps he was ready to tell me why he was watching me. I looked up as he sat down on the rim of the sandbox, never once looking away from me, but now I was forced to confront his gaze. I could not help but get caught up in his stare, never once had I recalled Kousei looking at me in the manner; he looked at me with such an intensity, as if he had desperately needed something from me.

"Hisui..." He paused for a moment, I gave him an anxious nod to try and urge him on, "I think I need to say something to you, but I'm not sure how you will take it."

"What do you mean?!" I bounced up, even more intrigued than before, "I'm not a baby or anything! I can take whatever you've got to say!"

"It's not like that," he said quickly, I detected a bit of nervousness in his tone, "It's not something that demands bravery out of you, but rather a bit of understanding. I want to bring things into out into the open, I don't want to have to hide my feelings any longer. If I don't tell you today, I will continue to avoid it until the day I have to stop watching you, and then I may never get another chance to explain it to you."

"What is it?" I whispered, then I crawled closed to him with eagerness.

"Alright.." He took a deep breath and his eyes returned to me, "Everyday I look at you, I see you and I know that I could never find some one like you. I don't have a lot of friends, but I know it's not normal to want to be with them always and dread the day we part. I'm going to miss being with you, more than I miss being with my dad or anyone else; thinking about you going home alone makes me feel uneasy and I can't find a better explanation... Please don't think badly of me when I say this, but I think I am in love with you."

My jaw dropped, nothing seemed to register correctly, Kousei was telling me he that the feelings he felt for me could possibly be love. I had always felt strongly for Kousei, but had never put a label on it; was this feeling of uneasiness love? Through the summer I had always had unrealistic dreams of remaining twelve and staying with Kousei everyday, could I have loved him unconsciously? I didn't know exactly what to say, but I knew that Kousei had expected a response.

"T-That can't be love," I blurted out the first thing that came from my mouth, I saw him jolt for a moment, but I continued, "I feel the same way about you, if I could stay young I would, just to spend time with you. But I don't know if it can be love, I'm a boy and you are one too; it's impossible for us to love each other like boys and girls do. It must be because we spend so much time together; you are a close to me, I l-love you out of friendship."

He paused for a moment, lowering his head so I could not see his expression. I felt even more nervous than before, I did not know how my words had effected either of us; I was disclaiming what he had felt, I was disclaiming what I had felt. My heart felt as if it was going to shove it's way outside of my chest, I really had no way of explaining how I felt about Kousei, but I knew it was not friendship, even as I spoke the damaging words. I had never loved anyone beyond my parents, I was simply too young to identify love.

"Can I at least have a kiss?" He looked back up at me with tears in his eyes and an expression that was completely alien to me. I had never seen him so distressed, I immediately felt all my explanations fall apart; perhaps he did love me. "I know how I feel, Hisui and I know how I feel about you! I would never want to kiss a friend, but I think about kissing you all the time! I don't care if you do not feel the same way about me, just don't try to say I don't love you!"

Before I could even form a response to his words he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my lips onto his. I did not understand why I did not struggle, why I let him invade my mouth and push me down into the sand. I let out a whimper as I felt myself fall on the shovel, but I did not move as he rose from his seat; I was quiet as he ran from the park, I assumed back to his home.

I laid there for a few moments in shock, feeling warm tears spread all over my face, I did not know exactly what do or say to him, I was afraid to see him again. I just thought of his face when I had rejected him and felt a huge surge of guilt and remorse. My own heart continued to pound, I did not want to continue on without Kousei, I would love him if that was what it took.

I knew that it was the end of our relationship; I did not think Kousei would accept me after the stupid comments I had made. When I got up, I had a new destination in mind; I walked to my own home and approached my mother. I told her I was too old to have a babysitter.

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Gone

2007-01-04T09:31:26Z

TITLE: Gone
PAIRING: (Dir en grey)Kaoru/Kyo
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Through rejection Kyo's life decays and becomes unbearable

I've been called many things throughout my brief existence: a disappointment, a failure, even a slut of sorts. None of this matters to me now, but looking back I can see all the labels that were put on me, all incorrect descriptions of what I was, but surprisingly accurate as to what I have become. I am Tooru Nishimura, I am a fag, as my mother likes to put it and though the word still makes me twitch with anger, I can not deny it.

I like men, I could only hide this from her for 17 years until she finally decided to go through my room. She was not surprised, but she was not happy with me to say the least. That night I was forced out of my home, I have never returned to that house and I have not spoken to her since. I can't imagine how she feels now, but I acknowledge that there is nothing I can do to make it better.

It must have been hard raising me on her own, all the sacrifices she had made for me... I had always had dreams about repaying her, though I doubt I will be able to do anything for her in my current position. It has been a year since we have spoken and I am not the same, I have most definitely turned into the kind of child any mother would deny giving birth to. To my right is a bottle of vodka and a stack of empty syringes. Though I can not tell you what substances run through my veins, I can assure you that I am fucked up and very much under the influence.

When I shoot up I feel slightly better about my situation, partially because I forget half of it and also because I am usually getting fucked. Today the man at my right is Kaoru, my supplier, the man I am completely in debt to and is potentially the reason I have experienced so many hardships in the past year. He is pulling off my clothes right now, chuckling for some reason. Though curious, I know better than to inquire, I remain quiet and I help him by pulling off my pants.

"You are such a screw up." Kaoru's laugh grows louder: in my intoxicated state, I know not to whom the laughter is being directed towards. I just do my job and let Kaoru do what he feels like; he has penetrated me so many times, with both his needle and his dick, there is no real mystery to his motifs. He wants to drag down my self-esteem, he wants me to feel isolated and helpless: what he doesn't realize is that there is nothing left to hack at, I am nothing more than what he has made me, I only have him and I no longer have the motivation to pursue anything beyond what he asks of me. I a sense, he has mad me his slave. He continues to make comments while pummeling into me, I simply lie and wait for him to finish. When he comes, he pulls out, and as usual he feels the need to finish of the evening with his ending remarks.

"You are done," he laughs, buttoning up his pants and getting to his feet, "You aren't tight and you aren't fun. I suggest you kill yourself right now because you no longer interest me." I pause for a moment, considering his suggestion, I know he is serious; there would be no reason for him to say such a thing to me on another occasion. Perhaps I am unable to please anyone at this point, perhaps I have expired. I have never thought of my death until now, suicide was never an option, not because of my perseverance to live, but possibly for the idea of redeeming myself in my mother's eyes.

I know it is impossible at this point in my life, I know there is no way to ever go back to the way things were when I was under her roof, but I guess it is a feeling of longing. I wish I was not a homosexual. I wish I had put more effort into being a normal human being, for her sake and for the health of our relationship. She had thrown away her life for me, why could I not sacrifice my sexuality for her? Regret is what drives my life, I feel responsible for everything, I need to be punished and that is why I believe Kaoru was brought into my life. He makes me feel the way I deserve to feel, so I trust him in the decision to end my life, perhaps there, unfathomable pain will await me.

I give a nod to Kaoru and grab the bottle of vodka that I had ingested not too long ago, breaking it on the side of my leg, I wince a bit, but I know this is only the beginning of what I will have to endure to end my life. I grab the top of what remains of the bottle with the both of my hands and position it over my chest. On the count of three I will drive it into my heart, I am hoping this will be an effective method. Kaoru just watches me with a smirk on my face, I debate whether or not I should say my good byes, but I opt for a silent death. I count to myself... one.. two...

Before I can even think my arms move automatically and I am brought into an extreme realm of pain that I have never experienced. I can feel the heat radiating and splashing all over my torso, I hear my screams for a while, but soon it dulls out, I know I must be dying. I can't think and soon, I can't feel. How great it would have been, if I just couldn't feel from the start.

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Christmas for Aoi

2006-12-30T23:25:33Z

TITLE: Christmas for Aoi
PAIRING: (Ayabie)Kenzo/Aoi
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: What Aoi suspects to be a dull start of a new year turns out to be the best Christmas of his life.

It was a cold winter day and Aoi was bored to say the least. He had nothing on his agenda for a few days; his band had called for a holiday so they could spend time with their families. He had agreed to the break for the benefit of his band mates, hoping that the break would be brief and painless for him. Holidays had never been his favorite time of the year, it brought him painful memories from when he was a child, locked up in the cellar of his parent's home. Each year on Christmas night, his parents would fight loudly, to the point where his only refuge was the dusty attic. When he turned 18, Aoi had left his home hoping to never return; he had no intention of returning for the break. As an adult, the memory still bothered him, but with every year he made more of an effort to banish the thoughts, focusing on the merriment of the season.

He had bought a tree for his apartment, it wasn't exactly the biggest or most beautiful tree, but it was enough to keep him busy that evening. After positioning the tree on it's stand, Aoi stood back to check if the tree was uneven, only to witness the tree fall over once more.

"Damn tree..." Aoi muttered, grabbing the tree's shaft, forcing back on the stand where he re-positioned it, making it tighter that time. Standing back once more, he jumped a few times to make sure that the tree would not fall over. The tree remained still, Aoi smiled at his work and gave the tree a pet in reward for it's obedience.

After spending an hour and a half decorating his tree, Aoi had grown tired of his fruitless labor. He could not put the lights on the tree without electrocuting himself, He strangled the tree with garland, he managed to put all the tinsel down his pants, and he was not tall enough to put the star on the tree. The only thing Aoi did correctly do, to his satisfaction was put ornaments on it by throwing them and hoping that the tree would catch them. His tree did not look pretty, but at least it had colorful balls on it, even if half of them were broken.

After Aoi had completed his tree, he had hoped to sit on his couch with some eggnog and watch whatever was on the Disney Channel. It was unfortunate that he had forgotten to buy his Christmas groceries; Christmas eve is never a time to shop, the thought of moving through the stampede of last minute shoppers was suicide. Aoi had no choice though, If he had no eggnog, he'd have to watch some children's show sober and that was no fun.

Grabbing his shopping list and coat, he headed out the door to walk to the subway. He had no way of getting to the store, he had given his driver the holiday off as a reward for his hard work. He had hoped that no one would recognize him without his make up and one of his flashy costumes; keeping the hood of his jacket over his face, he approached the crowded station. After purchasing his coins, Aoi felt more at ease with the situation; no one had bothered him and he was now in line to enter the subway. He had always hated being tucked into the packed subway, but he had to endure it for the sake of his Christmas foods: eggnog, for the most part.

After what seemed like hours to Aoi, he was finally freed from the suffocating subway station and introduced to the blessings of the Japanese Food Max. He pushed his way through the aisles as quickly as he could, grunting as he approached a large display with a fat woman with large breasts holding up a pitcher of eggnog. Aoi tried to snatch it out of her hands, but soon realized it was not real. looking below, he grabbed several cartons of the real thing. He was now a happy man, he forced his way out of the store in triumph.

Walking back to the subway station, at a slightly slower pace, Aoi realized that there were fewer people walking around the station than before. he smiled, thinking that perhaps the shoppers had found another mode of transportation and he would have a peaceful ride home, of course Aoi was wrong and the subway had closed earlier that day for the holiday. When Aoi entered the station, everything was closed down and locked, this confused Aoi, but what had confused him even more was the fact that Kenzo was also standing there with a bag in his hand, with a matching expression.

"So what are you doing here?" Kenzo asked, laughing as approached his friend, Aoi shook his head, wondering the same question.

"Buying Eggnog. I'm going to need it if I am going to live through this holiday." Aoi replied, chuckling, "The subway must hate me today, I didn't know it was going to close early!"

"I don't think they closed because they hate you Aoi," Kenzo laughed, "But yeah, I guess I'm in the same situation. I went out to rent some porn and now I have no way to watch it, I can't see a single damn TV in this place!" Kenzo gave out a big false sigh and Aoi exploded into a fit of laughter.

"Kenzo, you bad person! Who watches porn on Christmas Eve?!" Aoi responded as he continued to laugh at the man, "Your family won't be pleased to see you twanging your father Christmas before Santa has had a chance to sneak in!"

"It's not like Santa hasn't seen anything I've got before," Kenzo shrugged, smiling as Aoi had attempted to keep himself from erupting again, "Besides, I'm not spending time with my family this year. To be honest, I hate my family and avoiding them is the only way for them to realize that. They are always fussing about the stupidest things, I just don't want to deal with it on my break"

"Family sucks." Aoi concluded, Kenzo nodded in agreement. "I don't think I ever want to see mine again. Especially around this damn holiday, the only thing I want to see is Mickey and Minnie and a endless cartons of eggnog."

"Does Minnie ever take her top off when you drink enough eggnog?" Kenzo smiled, nudging him.

"Of course not!" Aoi wailed defensively, "But I can't say the same thing about Mickey, he just can't keep anything on!" Kenzo laughed for a bit imagining Mickey's strip tease.

"Hey... your house isn't even that far away, why did you even take the subway in the first place?" Kenzo asked, causing Aoi to become silent.

"I-It is?!" Aoi was shocked, he had no idea the distance between his home and the Japanese Food Max was a short ways. He had never walked there, his driver was always willing to take him anywhere. Kenzo nodded, confirming his stupidity to a greater degree.

"We can both walk to your place and then I can call a cab to take me home." Kenzo spoke, trying to formulate a plan of escape from the dreaded station, " I don't want to interrupt your sexy time with Mr. Mouse."

"It's fine, Kenzo!" Aoi screamed merrily, "I haven't had company on Christmas for ages! We can stay up late watching the Disney Channel and you can sleep in my guest room!"

"Sounds good enough," Kenzo agreed, pushing Aoi towards the exit, "I hope you don't mind if I slip my porn in before we start our Disney marathon."

Aoi only laughed as he allowed Kenzo to lead him to his apartment. He was surprised to find that it had only taken them thirty minutes to reach his home, leaving enough time for Kenzo to laugh at Aoi's pathetic attempt at decorating his tree. Aoi scowled, but couldn't refrain from finding the humor in his confused idea of Christmas arrangements. Kenzo helped him put the star on his tree and made it safer for the two of them to walk around by forcing Aoi to pick up all the broken ornaments. He then showed Aoi how to wrap a tree in garland, rather than strangle it.

"Wow! I didn't think my tree could look this good!" Aoi said, staring in awe at his and Kenzo's work. "It's the prettiest tree I've ever had!"

"Well it's still ugly," Kenzo shook his head, trying prop up the branches that had broken from Aoi's first attempt at decorating, "You are by far the worst interior tree decorator I have ever met."

"Take it back!" Aoi pouted, but Kenzo kept quiet as he went into the kitchen to get some alcohol to stir into their eggnog. After a few drinks, Aoi had completely forgotten about Kenzo's insult and was trying to give the Tree a high five for looking so damn awesome. Before Aoi had realized it, Kenzo was scratching his balls and opening the case to his rental. This made Aoi a bit nervous, he had never told his band mates about his sexual preference and felt as if watching pornography with Kenzo would feel awkward. He was convinced that he would be forced to endure hours of non-stop sex, involving at least one girl; If Kenzo were to glance at his reactions, his secret would be out.

"Are you ready, Aoi?" Kenzo smiled back at him at Aoi reluctantly sat down. He nodded and Kenzo put in the DVD, quickly running back to his seat. Aoi closed his eyes for a moment and counted to ten, he kept telling himself everything would be fine. When he opened them and looked up to the screen he did not know how to react; he had seen this porn before. It was one of his favorites; it featured a cabin-boy and the infamous Butt-Pirate.

He didn't know if the fact that Kenzo had picked out a gay porn had made the situation better or worse; now he knew something about Kenzo that no one else in the band picked up on. Kenzo also may have known things about Aoi based on his willingness to watch it with him. Aoi felt embarrassed, he was now in the presence of a gay man rather than the friend he felt he knew very well.

"H-how did you know?" Aoi asked accusingly, trying to hide his embarrassment by looking away from the other man.

"I just did," Kenzo gave out a chuckle, turning his attention away from the screen, "I guess you can call it the gaydar, but I've always suspected you since the day we met. You've got all the gay characteristics down to the damn hand-flop, it wasn't that hard to see. A few months ago when we were dressing, I caught you checking me out, that was enough proof to confirm my suspicions."

"Well I don't like you!" Aoi screamed, trying to hold down the blush that was invading his cheeks.

"I didn't say you did," Kenzo attempted to lower his tone in order to allow to Aoi calm down, "I just said you liked men, and it's true. I haven't told anyone so you don't have to get angry."

"I'm not," Aoi let out a sigh. He took a moment to calm down before he spoke. "It's just a little shocking, you were the last person I could have suspected. My gaydar must be a piece of shit because I thought you were the most manly man in our band."

"I don't look good in a skirt," Kenzo shrugged as he let out a laugh, "And what about Takehito? He's pretty damn manly. I don't think I fit the stereotype of a gay man, but I'm a gay man nonetheless."

"Is Intetsu gay too?" Aoi asked out of the blue, this made Kenzo smile.

"There is no doubt in my mind." They both cracked up at this comment; Aoi had come to terms with Kenzo's homosexuality sooner than he thought and soon they were watching the porn together. Aoi laughed when Kenzo began to mouth along to it, apparently it was his favorite video too. Later on when the video was finished playing the two began their Disney marathon. Aoi was right when he said that Mickey would strip under the influence of alcohol, soon a drunken Kenzo was making pelvic thrusts at the television causing Aoi to laugh and initiate a pillow fight between him, Kenzo and the tree. With the tree left in ruins, the two of them fell asleep on the couch together.

The following morning, Aoi was a bit surprised to wake up next to his band mate, but soon recalled the nights events. He smiled, this had to be the best Christmas he could remember. Getting up from his couch, Aoi pranced off to his bedroom to retrieve Kenzo's gift. He had planned on giving it to him after the break, but with Kenzo with him on the holiday, now was an opportune time. He ran back to the living room, tackling Kenzo on the couch. He heard an "OOF!" as Kenzo awoke on impact.

"Merry Christmas" Aoi chimed, shoving the gift in Kenzo's face. Kenzo's eyes widened with confusion, not understanding the gesture, "It's for you, dummy!" Aoi insisted, getting up off of him, allowing Kenzo to sit upright.

"Thanks." Kenzo smiled, taking it from him, "I'm sorry I can't give you yours, it's at home underneath my 'decent' tree."

"Just open it!" Aoi rushed him, anxiously awaiting his reaction. Kenzo teased him by shaking it for a few moments, but with Aoi at the edge of his seat, he knew not to try his patience for too long. He gave the box a long scrape with his finger nails and ripped off the shinny wrapping paper. He opened up the box and his jaw dropped; his present had left him completely shocked.

"In America they call that hard gay!" Aoi laughed, trying to mimic Kenzo's expression, "I got similar costumes for everyone! Everyone has different colors! Ryohei's is hot pink!"

"Oh god Aoi. You are the worst!" Kenzo pushed the present away trying not to laugh, "I am not wearing that and I don't think anyone else will either! I don't know who will look worse in this, me or Ryohei!"

"Please?" Aoi pouted, crossing his arms, "They were really expensive! I even got one for me so we could all match!"

"Oh really?" Kenzo raised his eyebrows, "What color is yours?"

"Purple!" Aoi cheered, he felt as if he was gaining Kenzo's interest, "And I look really good in it! Takehito has blue and Intetsu has lime-green!"

"This is going to make one hell of a photo shoot." Kenzo sighed, holding up his blue leather outfit, "I guess I have no choice. At least or fans will appreciate it."

"Yes!" Aoi jumped, filled with enthusiasm, "That means that it will be easy to get everyone else to do it! Thank you Kenzo!"

"You're welcome," Kenzo put the revealing outfit back in the box and got up to make breakfast in Aoi's kitchen. The two of them didn't even think about bathing as they drank more eggnog and ate the waffles that Kenzo had made. Aoi got up and danced on his table, soon to be joined by Kenzo. Though there was no music playing, the two continued to dance and sing; this was caused partially by their drunkenness, but the mostly from the mood the two of them conveyed. They were happy to have each other’s company on the holiday, though they both would regret the hang over they experienced the following day when Aoi woke up with his underwear on his head.

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Merry Is Awesome

2006-09-12T02:05:10Z

TITLE: Merry Is Awesome
PAIRING: (Merry)Gara/Nero
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Would you read it if I said everyone has sex?

It all started with a small accident, nothing too serious... just some mild horse porn... not enough to break up a band, right? WRONG. When poor little Yuu is left alone in the stable late at night, interesting things happened... for his sake I will say no more. Sadly… late at night, Yuu still feels it in him... I've said too much... well on with the story. Yuu couldn't take the pressure of staying up on two legs after the accident, this is why he claims to have left, but we all know that the real reason was because he could not evoke their sympathy. Whenever he would try to let out his feelings about the tragic ordeal... the others would laugh at him... and sometimes Nero and Gara would reenact it in front of everyone.... Gara liked to think of himself as Tinki-Tinki-Tuu, the My Little Pony.

It was only after Yuu had officially left did Tetsu realize that he did not want to be apart of Merry either... his passion was in the water. So one day he found himself a good-sized puddle and sat in it... he refused to come out and told the rest of his band mates to go fuck themselves. After they had all took turns fucking one another... they realized that was not what Tetsu meant and went into a depression... A little after Tetsu had gained his MERMAIDER powers, Merry officially disbanded because of Gara had also wanted to work on a solo project. He called it "Silent music,” or better known as the music of the mimes.

Now rid of his band, Ken could finally fulfill his passion of being a D'espairsRay guitarist... because it's a proven fact that bands with 5 members are a lot cooler than bands with 4. Of coarse D’espairsRay allowed it because they all wanted a piece of Merry ass now and then... so Ken became the group bitch and carried their luggage. Ken was the happiest man alive. Nero... seeing the pathetic-ness of his former band mates decided to make something of himself... he went to sexy college and got his degree in R0ck3t 5ci3nc3... he built giant R0ck3t5 in his parent's backyard for fun... he's launch them in between tea time with Gara… who always sung the music of the mimes.

Life was going well for Merry after the end of their musical unity... Surprisingly well. Tetsu was voted as the prettiest fish in the kingdom of Aquaria... he was even asked by the Prince of Octopuses for his hand in marriage, He declined because marriage is for LOSERS. Ken was forced to suck 8 balls a day and he did it with a smile on his face. Nero and Gara STILL reenacted the horse scene, sometimes with an audience... sometimes in front of a camera. Yuu was still upset... he made lots of people feel sorry for him and even had a law named after him protecting men against nature's HUGE cock.

The thing is... as happy as the band mates may have been without actually being a band... the universe was pissed off. The sun was such a HUGE merry fan that it got all bummed and started listening to Linkin Park. Needless to say the sun wore a hooded sweatshirt... that let to some people thinking the sun burnt out. People freaked out and started to cry and commit suicide... others started looking for Jesus and stuff... Nero, being a R0ck3t 5ci3nt15t some how figured out that Merry was the cause of the Sun's pussy emo behavior and ignited the Merry signal and screamed at the top of his lungs, "MERRY TEAM!!! ASSEMBLE!!!"

Tetsu, hearing the noise of his fellow band member in distress, jumped on the back of a manatee and rode all the way to Nero's house... picking up Ken on the way... which saddened him because he was not done giving Zero an anal massage. Gara was already .at Nero's house because Nero's mom was in the middle of making him a sammich. Yuu wheeled his way pathetically there... but he really didn't want to because he was afraid of Nero pretending to be raped by a horse.

When they had all arrived at Nero's, Nero's mom fed them sammiches and it was great. Then Nero told them what was going down, which was Gara’s pants... and he sucked him off and they played horse again... which pissed off Yuu so much he got out of his wheel chair and beat them with it.... the fact that they were all together in one room with sammiches mad the sun happy again and it took off it's hoodie and people were happy. THE END.

Oh... and Yuu Raped everybody. 8D~

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Holding Your Breath

2006-09-12T02:01:39Z

TITLE: Holding Your Breath
PAIRING: (Dir en grey)Toshiya/Miyavi
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Miyavi anxiously awaits to be reunited with his lover

Miyavi had stood on the doorstep for what seemed like hours. How is it that when one wants things to go by quickly, time seems to sense it and enjoy the torture it brings to them? It was even a bit colder out than he would have liked, he was not one to complain. Occasionally there would be a breeze and he would feel the sting of the wind crawl up his garments, as much as he wanted to curse at the wind for blowing at him, he retained a smile on his face as he thought of the rewards his grin would bring him. As the winds began to become stronger, the thought of his shawl had come to mind, left hanging on his rocker where he had previously been seated; he had quickly abandoned thought of retrieving it though, leaving to where he could not be seen was not his idea of a romantic meeting. He did his best to remain as he was, smiling down the streets waiting for him to return.

As he waited, it was expected by him to see those who were brave enough to cast out ugly words and looks. The glares of those around him, did not bother Miyavi.. he knew very well that he was hated, but he didn't let it get to him, from time to time he could be hurt, but at this night he knew he would not be touched. He could wait outside freely like anyone else and not have to worry about those who wished pain upon him... He couldn't help but feel empowered, simply being in the presence of those who didn't approve made the man's blood warm. His lips, curved into a crooked smile, were immune to their disapproval.

Though strong, the only thing he could not bear was the wait... it had been over five years since he had his lover, and even longer since they were able to hold one another. Time, of coarse had drained Miyavi to an extent, but his heart, like the rest of his body, was sturdy and willing to endure. His love had kept him from bitter feelings that had swelled up from the years and when regret had attempted to penetrate him, it was quickly brushed away by his overwhelming loyalty. Miyavi had owed so much to this man and he refused to let himself indulge in the negative. He liked to think that with every bit of loneliness, it would be more or less a test of his love; if he could make it through, it prove that his body was only for him as well as his mind.

He had often wondered if Toshiya's body was his. The idea of it, did not matter much to Miyavi, but it the question had always lingered; Was Toshiya faithful to Miyavi? He himself had no clue, but in a way.. he hoped he wasn't. To go without for so long, would have distracted Toshiya, and in his profession there was danger that had always worried Miyavi. To him, Toshiya's livelihood came before petty ideas of commitment, Toshiya was more than sex and at least Miyavi knew he had that bit of him that remained.

The wind seemed to become more constant as he waited; making his desire for his shawl grow stronger until he finally gave in to the demand. He let out a angry sigh as he turned into the house, heading for his room in which the chair was located. With every step he felt a bit of defeat, remorse for not waiting a bit longer; why couldn’t the wind cease for him this once? He had only this once to greet him, and he would likely fail with such a breeze. When he had reached his seat, his mouth had dropped and he was completely stunned... he had never expected to be greeted like this.

"What?" Toshiya giggled, leisurely seated in the rocker with his shawl wrapped around his arms, "Well I thought it suited me.. you must not like me very much, Miya, if you can't accept I look better than you!" Miyavi burst into laughter and leapt into his arms, the rocker fell back, to their discomfort, but neither seemed to care. They lied there for a moment in each other’s arms grinning like the idiots they were until Toshiya had come to his senses and helped Miyavi to his feet.

"You weren't hurt, were you?" Toshiya pulled him close, petting him gently. He seemed concerned, but his smile had not faded from the encounter; he was just too please to have Miyavi in person, close to him. Miyavi shook his head contently, with a matching grin.

He clinged to Toshiya for as long as he had kept petting him, neither knew the time that was spent with this, but it was irrelevant... This time there would be no rush, or at least, Toshiya had not notified him of one. He could hold on to him for as long as he liked without the fear of lost time. After a while Toshiya had stopped his pets and pulled Miyavi's head down for a kiss. As gently as he could, he pried Miyavi's lips apart and worked his tongue into his mouth, this made Miyavi tremble recalling the familiar taste of his lover. As he grew accustomed to the muscle in his mouth, Miyavi began to kiss back, which pleased Toshiya. Toshiya occupied his hands removing Miyavi's cap as well as toying with the strings in the front of his dress, Miyavi had not noticed until Toshiya had loosened the strings enough to stick his hands into his top. This made Miyavi embarrassed and he broke the kiss..

"You are such a pervert..." Miyavi blushed, pulling away to adjust himself he was a bit shocked by the pace of things and naturally wanted to move slower. He picked up his cap from the floor and set it on his vanity, as well as attempt to fix his dress. Toshiya grabbed his hands before Miyavi was able to tighten his dress, which made Miyavi pout, but give up quickly. Toshiya, now free from his lips, was quickly able to take hold of Miyavi and remove everything and as reluctant as Miyavi was he did not contest. If Toshiya had wanted him, then he would not deny him of a pleasure that the both of them had missed out on through out the years. Miyavi submissively lied himself on his bed and awaited instruction.

"You know how much I love you, right?" Toshiya asked him, with a serious tone in his voice. He had begun to remove his shirt and was waiting for Miyavi's response, which was delayed. He felt his heart skip a beat in a moment of fear, still waiting for his words. Toshiya's calm face was starting to fade into one of uncertainty and he felt the urge to ask once more, "Don't you?"

"Huh?" Miyavi shook his head, as if to awake from a trance, "I'm sorry, Totchi... I just can't stop staring when you look so good." Toshiya giggled as he ripped off his shirt and joined Miyavi in bed. Miyavi brushed aside his confusion and embraced Toshiya as he was propped into his lap. Miyavi couldn't help but cry when he realized what he had been missing for so long.

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Die's PASSION POLE of Wonders

2006-07-24T04:51:04Z

TITLE: Die's PASSION POLE of Wonders
PAIRING: (Dir en grey) Die/Toshiya
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Die Manages to penetrate the inpenetrable ass with penile fortitude

Hello name is Die, and my beef torpedo is so huge it could kill your mother, and not out of fear, it would just kill her because if I ever put my wang in her ever disgusting vagina-thingy she would explode because my ass bonger be that big, bitch! Aside from that, I have red hair and devilish good looks; my boner isn't the only good thing about me.. I just like to talk about it because it pisses other guys off. It's not my fault that your little hot dog can't compete with my HUGE sausage when it comes to getting ass. Anal bitches would be lining up when it comes to getting some of this beef... and I am not joking.

I actually had to PRY some of them off when it came to my doodle-dandy. They just couldn't get enough of me, they'd beg for me to stay, but this man couldn't handle only getting one ass, my elastic warrior grew bored with one after a few hours of pummeling, so bored I would sometimes just get up in the middle of it and leave, and you can be damned sure that they never saw me again. I was such a cock master back then, just thinking about all the anus I got back then makes my Elvis so hard it breaks my pants. But that is all over now... my days of ass cruising are all over thanks to the almighty impenetrable ass... and I one can never go back after having a taste of that.

Let's just say it's every gay man's wet dream.; the sweetest, tightest ass to ever exist. A love cavern only seen in fairy tails; that was what Toshiya was. He was sexier than a mother fucker, legs so hot, you just want to push them apart and put your father Christmas to work. Of coarse there was a catch, for an ass to be that tasty: Totchi had to suffer, his ass was simply too tight for average hoo hoo dilly. No normal man would ever be able to penetrate something so sweet. Heh... it was a good thing I'm not very normal. I had the Weapon of Ass Destruction, a sure fire way to get into anybody's pants. All I had to do was get Toshiya hot for me, then there would be nothing getting in the way of getting my fuck on. The trick was that Totchi had just about given up on a normal life, he was a virgin, and there is nothing more frustrating than being innocent, especially when you are horny ninety-nine percent of the time. Oh god, I felt for him... I needed to unlock him from his pathetic virgin state with my 'key.' I just had to find a way to show him that I was the real deal, that no man could ever surpass me in penile fortitude.

My first encounter with the man was at a bar, where apparently he worked... I was guessing at the time because I didn't think waitresses were allowed to wear such skimpy clothing... and this was in a bar. I'm dead serious, he'd give me a hard on in the blink of an eye if I wasn't trying to keep the tiger in it's cage, and we all know I have immense control over my anaconda, with great power comes great responsibility.

But any way...

He was just so fucking hot. He literally was wearing nothing but some see through crap and a thong, taking advantage of the fact that he can't exactly be raped, because we all know men tried, when there is some one that sexy showing you the goods like that, you HAVE to try. So yeah, I was really excited when Totchi came to take my order. I was far beyond eager to fuck him on the spot.

"So what will you have?" He smiled at me with his all too crooked teeth, I winced a bit, but hey, no one's perfect, I mean, my pubes aren't naturally red.

"Cocktail... Extra Cock." I winked at him and leaned back in my seat so he could get a better look at my magnum. As expected he giggled at my witty response and took a gander at my Orochimaru. I could tell he was liking what he saw, because when he walked off to get my drink he was shaking his ass... his sweet, thonged ass. I felt my surprise sausage twitch with anticipation as I wondered how soon it would be until his break.. I wanted to pop that anal cherry as soon as I fucking could, my love pole was in great need of pleasure of the tight kind; all my groupies got loose after a while and Totchi would be something to make my phallus a very happy little man.

When Totchi came back with my cocktail, which was as soon as humanly possible considering that he probably wanted to look at my third leg, he took the liberty of sitting beside me. I couldn't believe how easy it would be to get into this virgin's pants; he was already in rotation around my tripod's large gravitational force.

"So tell me... Die, is it?" He crawled closer to me, his face had a seductive look to it, "Exactly how big is that flesh rocket of yours?" I chuckled for a second before pulling him into my lap, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and giggled like a good little whore.

"A lot bigger than yours." I groped him, causing him to squirm a bit in surprise, "And I am going to fuck you, so don't even think about serving anyone else tonight." Toshiya burst into laughter with this, because his stupid virgin mind could not fathom the power of the tube steak.

"I'm sorry, sweetie..." He continued to chuckle, pulling himself off of me, "It doesn't work like that, I may look like a prostitute... but I make an honest living. You're just going to have to look somewhere else for sex like that." I smirked. He was either playing hard to get or was in a state of virginal depression, which I was soon to relieve him of.

"Have you ever seen a piece of pork this big?" I laugh, pulling him back to me, "I don't need a damn whore... what I need is a tight ass and that is what you have." I could tell that he was blushing. I had finally allowed my pink torpedo to become erect and it was digging into him. If I could guess how he was feeling at the time, I would guess astonished because everyone asks how I can walk when I am erect, for I am both a shower and a grower.

Finally Toshiya came to his senses and opened up his ass for me to have and I fucked him on the table and it was awesome. Toshiya got fired from his job and cried and I felt bad so I took him home and locked him in my room. He had my babies. The end.

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A HORRIBLE Start

2006-07-14T04:37:23Z

TITLE: A HORRIBLE Start
PAIRING: (Dir en grey) Shinya/Toshiya
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: In a world where shinya is an emo kid... there is only one hope, Toshiya's mighty ass.

Today I woke up and felt even more depressed than I usually do; so depressed that I immediately slit my wrists and wrote a poem about it. It was mediocre, just like everything I do. I can never please anyone... I cry to myself, thinking of how I let my parents down. They wanted me to be a success, but all I am is a failure. My life is nothing more than a charade because I am a drummer and drummers need words like charade to make it sound even more depressing. I sigh to myself as I start off my dark, depressing day.

I take a bath, because I am too depressed to stand up for a shower. My bath is brief because I left my knife in my bed and bathing without slitting my wrists is just silly. So as I get up I start crying to myself again... I am such a screw up... My memory is horrible and that makes me less of a person. How could I have forgotten my knife? I should write another poem... but I am running out of time before practice, and upsetting my band mates will make me undependable, and if I am undependable then I will get even more depressed.

I go to the mirror to do my make up... god I am so hideous... I should just die. I am such a burden to this world. The only reason I linger in this realm is for the sake of my band, and sometimes I wonder if I am of any value to them. I apply as much eyeliner as I possibly can in a forty-five minute period of time. All the while I am crying ... making my mascara run... I am such a fuck up, but I don't have time to fix it. I slowly maneuver to my room and go through my closet for the most depressing outfit. Words can not describe how depressing it is; I bought it at Hot Topic. I put it on and throw a hooded sweatshirt over it that says "Linkin Park." I look in the mirror a final time before I leave to confirm my hideousness. My hair is brown, the dullest of colors. I should die it black to suit my mood, which happens to be depressed.

My car won't start, so I am forced to angst myself to practice. Because angsting is a long and tedious process I am thirty minutes late and every one stares at me. They aren't saying it, but I know they are disappointed in me, I can see the hatred it in their eyes... They are probably thinking "Man... Shinya sure is worthless." I can see a smile form across Kyo's lips; he is probably going to summon his prophet powers and send me to hell where I belong. Thank you Kyo, for being braver than I could be; I am too much of a coward to take my own life.

"You know what Shinya reminds me of!?" Kyo laughs, waiting for a response from the rest of the band. Let me guess... 'a rat?' ... 'a bag of crumbled potato chips?' ... 'Shinya?' Whatever it is, I am ready to accept it. I do not deserve respect from my band mates; I am just too inferior compared to the rest of them.

"Save it Kyo," Kaoru lets out a sigh, "We have a practice to start." With that I know I have wounded them all with my stupidity. If only I was on time, then maybe fate wouldn't have twisted around to my disadvantage. I feel like writing a poem, but now is not the time. I sit behind my drums and begin to practice, thinking about the poem I plan on writing.

The first thing everyone notices about my drumming is how off I am today. I am not fortunate enough to keep up with everyone else... It must be because I am inferior. Kaoru stops playing and looks back at me, and I can tell that he is frustrated with me as is everyone else. I consider this a warning and do my best to keep up, but I can't help but make a few mistakes. I sigh to myself... I wish I was more like Totchi; he makes so few mistakes, unlike me. Girls love him and he is popular, people often befriend him for his outgoing personality... I am anything but that.

I am so secluded that I often find myself late night having conversations with my sweet Miyu, who happens to be my pet. I wish I was less of a loner, but perhaps that is too much to ask fo. I am to remain miserable and depressed for the rest of my life, which will hopefully end soon if I can figure out how electrocution works.

As time passes I make less mistakes, and I hope this will cause the band to be less angry with me. I know I deserve their hatred, but part of me wants to please them and show them that I can play my insignificant role in the band. Soon Kaoru calls for a break and runs off to smoke with Kyo and Die, I wish I could smoke like everyone else… maybe then I would be able to fit in better and communicate with my fellow band mates. I have the sudden urge to slits my wrists. I think I will spend this break hidden in the bathroom crying, there is will be safe to slit my wrists and release my misery.

I quickly get up and make my way to the restroom, I don't want to waste any of my precious wrist slitting time. As I make it the hall I see Toshiya, I don't know why Toshiya did not go with the others; he can easily associate with people, which is why he is so wonderful and I am not. Sometimes I wish I was Toshiya, but he does not slit his wrists so I know I can never be him. I let out a sigh as I pass him on my way to the restroom.

"Where are you going, emo boy?!" Toshiya giggles as I pass him. How I despise that word... Emo... They just don't understand me. No one does... that's why they are so quick to call me emo. I am just misunderstood, just like the tree that falls in the middle of the forest that no one can here. My feelings may not be visible, but they still exist. God, I need to write a poem. I try to ignore him and continue on my way to wrist cutting action.

"Come on Shinya... what's up with you today?" I can sense him following me; he grabs my arm and I turn around to meet him face-to-face. "You look like frick'n Darth Vader with all that black on! Aren't you hot? You are like a koala with all that crap on your face!" He begins to laugh at my misfortune. Oh how I am used to the horrid sound of people looking at me with disapproval... Koalas are not even as depressed as I am. One day I am just going to lash out, but right now I try to keep my composure for the band’s sake. I jerk my hand away from his grip and return to my quest.

"Aww... some one going to cry now?" He teases me, making crying gestures. I try to ignore them but it hurts even more to walk away without saying anything. Taking it in is painful, but I remember that I will be slitting my wrists in the bathroom, which is a lot more effective than talking back to Totchi. I continue on my way to the bathroom as I hear Toshiya call to me from behind.

When I reach the facilities I immediately let out a sigh of relief; here I can finally unleash all the pain that runs through my veins. I reach into my pocket to retrieve my trusty portable wrist slitter... oh god... have I misplaced it? I check my other pocket... no... I take off my hoody and shake it.. no... NO... Oh fuck. I am so horrible.. How could I have lost it!? How can I ever let out all the pain if my precious pocket knife is misplaced!? I am such an IDIOT, I want to die more than ever now.

Hoping that it may have just slipped out of my pocket, I leave the bathroom and go back to my drum set. I know that there is no reason to search, I am already doomed, but for some reason I continue to look. The others are not back from their break and Toshiya is nowhere in sight, so I am considering sharpening Die's guitar pick and being resourceful. No... I know I will ultimately fail so I just give up. I sit at my drum set and quietly cry to myself. Why have I been cursed with such a stupid worthless persona!? I should just end it now and shove a drumstick up my ass.

As I sob to myself, I can hear Totchi laughing loudly, coming through the halls. From the noises he is making, I can tell he is alone. I envy how Totchi can be happy in his solitude, unlike me, who is miserable no matter what. I hear him approach me abd I quickly wipe up my tears and look up to see his painfully bright face. His smile is mischievous and I begin to wonder if his laughter was directed at me... Of coarse it was... Everyone makes jokes at my expense; he was probably laughing at how weak and inferior I am.

"So... Shinya..." He giggles, approaching me. I can tell he has only come to damage my self esteem. "I saw you looking for something... was it... something important?" I nod, humoring him; I do not care about the joke he is about to make because it is most likely true... I am such a loser. "Was it something... Sharp?"

Oh no you didn't, bitch. I immediately tackle him; rage has consumed my body and I know that my precious pocket knife is in his possession. I have finally reached my breaking point and I wish I had some emo song playing to suit my mood. Pushing him to the floor, I punch him in the face. For some reason I do not doubt the potency of my punch, I must be so mad that my depression has taken a step back.

"Where is my knife!?" I scream at the top of my lungs, pulling back for another punch. I can tell Toshiya is shocked; his response is delayed and I punch him once more to show him that I am not playing with him. "Where the fuck did you put my knife!?" I scream again. I get ready to hit him again, waiting for him to speak.

"Jesus Christ Shinya! I just..." I sock him, my blood is boiling and I have no patience for his excuses.

"Just what!? You just thought it would be funny!? You just thought I deserved it!? Fuck you, Toshiya!" I begin to violently punch him and I do not stop until my fists are bloody from impact. Toshiya is trembling beneath me and I have never felt so... un-emo. In this mood, I can't help but take advantage of the weakened man. I straddle his hips and hold his shoulders down. He immediately goes into a panic and tries to pull away, but my strong arms keep him under my control. I laugh, and for the first time, I think I mean it.

"You son of a bitch!" Toshiya screams as I violently pull down his pants, and his thrashing continues. "What the hell do you think you are doing!? I didn't even steal your fucking knife! You dropped it!" At this point I couldn't care less about the knife, right now this rage has taken hold of me and I want to explore what I have been missing behind my depressed demeanor. I grab onto Toshiya's cock and give it a yank; this makes Toshiya hiss in pain and squirm harder out of my grasp, but there is no escape for him now. I giggle as I unzip my own pants and begin to roughly massage his penis, making him scream once more, but with a slightly more desirable tone. I can't help but continue my ministrations as with every sound that comes from him causes my own cock to twitch with excitement.

"Toshiya..." I smile as he begins thrusting into my hand against his will. "Do you enjoy this...?" He glares at me and does not respond. I notice that my grip on him is not a firm one and that he could have escaped if he had his mind set on it; this is all the more enticing to me and I remove my hand from his hardened shaft and I can hear him hiss in discomfort.

"Toshiya..." I pull his legs apart and watch for his reaction. "I think I want to fuck you now." His eyes grow wide and his face becomes flushed, I can not tell if this is from anger or embarrassment.

"You're not going to get away with this, Shinya," He says, eyes filled with tears. "I won't be silent about this." I can't help but smirk, and I move my hand to slowly wipe his tears away. I stare back into his glare, I can now see the uncertainty in his eyes.

"Good," I say in a calm, husky tone that causes him to shiver. "I wouldn't want you to." Removing my hand from his face, I place both of my hands firmly on his hips and ram into him with no preparation. He immediately screams in shock. I must be a bit sadistic, because this very noise drives me to thrust into him with intensity. He struggles at this point are non-existent, making it even easier to maneuver inside of him. With every movement, his screams become all the more subdued and the noise of pleasure from before returns.

It does not take long before the both of us are driven to climax, I can feel his arms grab onto me as he lets out a final moan; he then shoots between the two of us and with this action I too am relieved. I can't help but collapse on top of him, and my chest is thumping so hard I can barely keep up. His body, like my own, is moving in motions of exhaustion. I take a moment to gain my stamina and I then pull out of him and move to my feet where I pull up my pants. Looking down at him, I can see an odd expression of confusion; he does not even pulls his pants up, but simply stares at me as if I am some sort of amusement.

"Shinya..." His face becomes flushed. "When you fucked me, you were smiling... It's nice when you do that; you should smile more often." I can't help but be amused by his words, it seems so true. I finally let out my frustrations on someone and now I feel great and so un-emo... It must have been Toshiya's ass. I am beginning to question my depressive ways... Why live miserably when I can be happy and have ass? I know Toshiya is not going to press charges; he might even want to continue fucking around with me.

"You know what?" I pause, tearing off my hoody, smiling down at him. I help him up and set him on the couch, sitting in between his legs. This time he does not even attempt to pull away, despite the fact that I have falsely accused him of stealing, beaten the crap out of him, and raped him, he is extremely willing to have a second go. I must have been good. Before I do anything too drastic I check the clock and wonder why the others have not shown up, and shrug. I have never been so glad to be ditched.

"Fuck Emo."

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Grand Homie-Gee Kyo

2006-07-13T23:45:04Z

TITLE: Grand Homie-Gee Kyo
PAIRING: (Dir en grey) Kyo/Toshiya
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Ain't no one be mess'n with the Pimp, yo.

What it is homie-gees!? The name's K to the izzyo and I ain't front'n. I'ze the numbah one thug Greywood, for real dawg... can't nobody mess with this. Uh. I pity the fool who be try'n to get up in my grill, I be punch'n that nigga all the way to next Sunday, yo. My rep so big I be the king of this hood... hey yo, Peace up. J-town down.

I be recall'n the last fucking time some on be try'n to put the moves on my beau, I knocked that sucka down so fast he had whip flash, bitch. Serious shit, yo. Hy homeboy ain't cool with cheat'n, he be down with me, always and forever yo... and one day he be hav'n my baby. Uh. His name be Toshiya and damn does he know how to suck a nigga. He be bobb'n on me all night or til I get my hump on.

For'sho I got this hood on lock down... with one fucking hand yo, cuz I be the man. I gots my right hand nigga, Kaoru and we be cool for the longest time, yo... we keep the streets clean, yo... ain't no one us'n anything but my own supply in this hood, that's for damn sure. I be pimpin up and down the streets 24/7 yo, and my gators be clean, cuz I ain't slipp'n. No nigga be mean mugg'n round here, specially round this thug... he be dead fo'shizzle.

Die be tripp'n round here, dawg. Big time. His got is bad for some bitch named Shinya. He say he be going straight... huh. I give him until he bangs the bitch, then he be back on my supply fo'sho. Ain't nobody go'n without my shit, it's just too pure, yo. That's why I be mak'n the cash, keep my beau nice and icy yo, for real. I be dropping dollas on my bitch, and fuck no I ain't soft, we just cool like that, nigga.

There be times when I be clubb'n yo and some bitches be rubb'n their titties all over me... nah bitch, back the fuck up. This nigga be down with the anus all the way, forshizzle, take your ugly ass pancake breasts and stick them up your god forsaken vagina... Grand Homie-gee Kyo be only down with one man, and you ain't it. I have my Totchi be fucking you up and you won't be a woman anymore... but you won't be a man either cuz you ain't be deserv'n.

I be represent'n Greywood, nigga of the Dir en, Peace!

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The Ever-Retarded Adventures of Gackt

2006-07-06T19:35:02Z

TITLE: The Ever-Retarded Adventures of Gackt
PAIRING: (Malice Mizer) Kami/Gackt
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: From crack, to bums, to kami, DURR.

The day young Gackt was born, could have been the best day of his mothers life. Just imagine for a second, holding in your arms, the most beautiful baby... A baby that the unicorns and mythical creatures would come out and visit, that was what gackt appeared to be. From the moment he was released from his mother's womb, his skin was radiant and his hair well kept, his nails were done in a French tip. He retailed his baby charm, but at the same time, his beauty extended beyond what can be considered human. His mother was amazed; being nothing more than an ugly, unimportant person, Gackt was a god-send. This is what she thought until Gackt had said scared away the unicorns away with his first word, "Durr."

And so Gackt had a speech impediment, a degrading and hilarious one at that. After every sentence he would feel an uncontrollable Durr roll off of his tongue, this would have upset him, but he was also an idiot so he just laughed about it. Gackt was not very popular in elementary school for this reason, all the laughing and the durring scared the kids away and the fact that Gackt was an extremely attractive child didn't help either. He was always forced to stay after class to suck the teacher's lollipops, but this was alright with Gackt, he liked the taste it left in his mouth. Needless to say that Gackt was retained for several years, his teachers didn't think he was ready for the 'challenge' of Junior High yet.

When Gackt turned thirteen, he was given a retard license and was exempt from any further schooling. Gackt was excited at the thought of this, why should he have to go to school every day when all he wanted to know could be taught by his idol, Mrs. Frizzle on the Magic School Bus? So Gackt stayed home and watched TV for a good 10 years straight, at age 23 his mother got fed up of supporting his Arby's addiction and sent him out to live on the streets. Gackt was not happy with this.. with no money, no television, and coloring books, Gackt was a very sad man. He lived in a box and colored on the sides of it with broken crayons he found in the trash, all the time he would continue to laugh and durr because he didn't know any better.

Throughout his time being a bum, Gackt discovered the wonders of crack. With crack Gackt's laughs would triple in annoyance and his durrs would become more frequent, he would occasionally snort and because of the snorting, it all began to seem even funnier to him. He sold he pretty box to buy crack and was forced to live in a not-so-colorful box, but this didn't matter to him because the crack made the box look very beautiful, the most beautiful box he had ever laid eyes on, it only took Gackt two hours to lose his anal virginity to the box after crack.

Gackt liked crack so much that he began to sell it to little kids with speech impediments just like him, all the durring around him made him extra happy and he was glad to supply the children with such a wonderful substance. Gackt was never turned into the authorities because half of the children could not say anything beyond the word "durr" after taking crack. Gackt made a small fortune selling crack, with this he bought an everlasting stack of pancakes at IHOP and a read along tape for a Magic School bus book that he was unable to read. Gackt lived a happy life in his opinion... he was never molested because his laughing and Durring disgusted men, but he never had a boyfriend for the same reason. In some aspects, Gackt felt incomplete, even more so than that damn backstreet boy song.

The turning point of Gackt's life was when he met Kami, He worked at the Cafe in front of Gackt's box. Kami was a pleasant fellow; he was kind, helped the homeless, and even polished his shoes. Gackt first noticed Kami when he was spazzing out from taking too much crack, Kami saw him and asked him if he needed any help, Gackt said 'durr' and Kami helped him, love at first sight. Kami, being a nice guy, would always wave at Gackt when walking to and from work everyday, unfortunately for Kami, Gackt took this friendly gesture another way, Gackt wanted Kami, he wanted more then just box sex for the rest of his life, he wanted Kami, the waiter, to become his full time partner, some one to read to him at nights in between humps.

And so Gackt began to put the moves on him, whenever Kami would walk by and wave at him he would intentionally stand over a vent so the draft would blow up his dress. Kami, being gayer than Richard Simons soon fell into Gackt's plan and within a week he was taking him home for a daily prostate examination. Gackt could have never been happy, Kami's penis was nice and never gave him paper cuts like the box would, making Gackt wish he could just leave his box.

Kami enjoyed Gackt possibly as much as Gackt enjoyed Durring. To him, Gackt was a sweet, simple minded, adorable man who was dealt a wrong hand in the game of life. He wanted to help Gackt get out of the streets and start a new life as well as assisting him with his mental difficulties. Kami had fallen in love with the idiot faster than Jared had lost all the weight on subway, he wanted to tell Gackt, but he was not sure if Gackt would understand.

As Gackt spent more and more time with Kami, his need for crack dwindled until he completely forgot about it. Being drug free, his life was happy and Kami let him spend the night on a daily bases, until Gackt forgot that he even had a box. Kami supported Gackt with his job while Gackt stayed home and Durred all day thinking about how to make Kami happy. Their life together was one that consisted of love, simplicity, and Durr, that is... until Gackt got molested by random men named Pete.

This group of Petes did not care about Gackt's speech impedement.. they wanted a hot peice of retard ass right then and there. Gackt knew it was wrong... Kami had told Gackt about good touching and bad touching so he tried his best to struggle, but the petes were too strong. They took turns fucking gackt until he was loose and exhausted... Poor Gackt... I can just imagine his pain as he laid there, abandoned in an alley for an entire night. When he finally passed out, some punk stole his wallet, with no proper I.D. Gackt forgot who he was and began to wander the world in a state of innocence, stupidity, and durr.

All the time that Gackt had been missing, Kami had worried about him.. his fears of Gackt's death got the best of him and he was forced to quit his job, he could not stand not knowing what happened to his beloved idiot so he went on a journey to find him.. or what remained of him. Kami did not care.. all he wanted was for his sweet Gackt to be put to rest properly... preferrably cremated.

When Kami had finally found Gackt, he was durring in between breast strokes in Loche Ness. Gackt was covered in moss squealing like an idiot, he was conviced that this was his native tongue... and that he required cuban children for his survival... Needless to say Kami set his straight with a couple bitch slaps. Gackt was back to his regular idiot self.. so he immediately gave Kami a blow job. Kami was happy and took him home where they fucked for the rest of eternity.

THE END

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My Treasure, My Sweet.

2006-07-06T19:28:30Z

TITLE: My Treasure, My Sweet.
PAIRING: (D'espairsRay) Karyu/Zero
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY:It's too bad you didn't listen to me, now I'll just have to strap you in. Your screams are apparent to me, but I choose to ignore them... your voice will soon be claimed by a better purpose when it all starts. Patience my lovely Zero...

Lay down for me, my sweet Zero, I want to gaze upon your beauty; I want to take in what I see and make it real. After so long, I finally have you all to myself, and I have no intention of letting you go. You try to pull away as I kiss your lips, my dear.. do you honestly think that is going to help you now? Just making it easier for your self and do as I ask, Lay down and stay still, let me enjoy what I have tonight.

You whimper as I push you down, fighting me off and attempting to get back to your feet. I can tell you are scared, my sweet, but there is nothing to really fear, I just want you for tonight, nothing more I promise... I just need this once, this lone act that may mean nothing to you, will be enough for me, I am tired of pretending as your existence drives me off the edge. I want you so bad, why can't you understand? You were made for this, your purpose is to be fucked by me... and I am helping you, let me help you fulfill your destiny... lay down and spread your beautiful legs.

It's too bad you didn't listen to me, now I'll just have to strap you in. Your screams are apparent to me, but I choose to ignore them... your voice will soon be claimed by a better purpose when it all starts. Patience my lovely Zero.. in a matter of moments I will have claimed you and stole what innocence you had. I check to see if you are securely tied down to my bed, there will be nothing to interrupt us once I begin, aren't you excited!? Soon, so very soon.. all I have planned for will take place.. but now I pull out a knife to prepare you for myself.

Your struggles are cute, I can assure you of that, but you will not be needing any clothes for your current position. You may wonder how I am going to take them off with your limbs secure, but if you are observant, the answer is in the palm of my hand. My sweet kitchen knife is going to do all the work for me, this object of our love wants to hear you scream, it wants to see what it is that runs through you... It cuts opens your clothing and all that needs to be done of me is to remove it.

It leaves a long trail of red that flows through out your body, the sight of it brings you into an even worse of a panic, but Zero... My Zero... there is nothing to be worried about. I bring myself over you to kiss it, I want to take what came from you, into me; I want you, I lap up every part of you and you still continue to struggle. You are angry, but your anger has now shifted to your groin, which thinks for the enjoyment and not your welfare. Your body, now free of clothes and clean of blood is now ready for me, I am now a bit anxious... but I know better to take it slowly.

I want you to trust me, just for this once, my treasure... so as I lay over you I begin to strum your length as I lick what skin surrounds it. You are aroused, you can't help but be... now all you can do is squirm and pretend. Go on and pretend like you do not enjoy my ministrations, but my hand knows otherwise. It continues to stroke you, making your cries become hoarse and desperate for climax... but I can not give that to you... not just yet. I release you and leave a soft kiss on the tip, I am sorry my Zero, but you must have patience, I am not quite ready to finish things between the two of us.

My hand pulls down between your two legs, tied spread and waiting for me. Your eyes begin to water, this very moment is what you have been dreading... but I can promise that your pain will only be temporary, just give me a few moments to prepare. As I stretch you with one of my hands, I unzip my pants with the other. My erection is swelling and impatient, I know can't take much more, my urge to impale you is growing so I abandon efforts of stretching an enter you swiftly.

Your screams are now past the point of ignorance, but now your voice has that ring that I have been waiting so long to hear. Looking down at your trembling body, I know this is what I have always wanted to be... the one who puts that unique expression on your face, so many emotions can be read from you. Your gorgeous eyes are now drenched in tears, I can not resist bringing myself close to you and quickly licking them up before I begin to thrust.

Pushing into you is enough to drive me to the edge; your body is just too perfect, down to every fine detail. Your tightness gives me strength and encourages me on. Your voice, too hoarse for cries, is now subdued to a low moan. Your chest heaves and I know I am bringing you pleasure, in this state even you, my dear Zero, can not help but admit it. Listening carefully I can even hear you mouth it, "K-Karyu..." you need not whisper, I want to hear your cries one last time before the night is through... your voice in climax would be like heaven to hear.

With my final movements into you, my request is fulfilled and you cry out the name I wished to hear. I am finally driven into a state of euphoria by your sweet essence, thank you my lovely Zero... you have served your purpose well. I zip my jeans back up and leave you, perhaps I was lying when I said this would be the end of it.. you are just too delicious, I don't think I can ever quit you.

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The Day Kozi Joined the Army

2006-07-06T19:25:18Z

TITLE: The Day Kozi Joined the Army
PAIRING: (Malice Mizer) Kozi/Potato Peeler
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Witness the struggles of a young boy growing up in a world without potato peelers.

A long long time ago, in a galaxy far away, lived a little boy with an obscene eye ball fetish. He just loved to lick them, chew them, and he especially shove them up his nose. Of coarse, this made his mother angry, so she spanked him regularly, it's too bad the little boy liked that too ... his mother never found out of coarse, because he would always hiss and groan in pleasure ... and the mother, thinking that her punishment was extremely effective, would spank him FOR HOURS.

As the boy grew up, he began to hate his mother ... and even the world because child abuse was illegalized and his Mom was a "good citizen." This boy began to rebel and changed his name to Kozi because it sounded better than his previous name, whis was something along the lines of Fredrick. Kozi wanted to explore his sexuality so he decided to cut off his mother's hair in his sleep and wrap it around his wrist ... this continued until his mother went bald and he became the yeti.

As the yeti, Kozi found out he was extremely hot and began a short career of soft core porn. His panty shots were made famous around the world and he used the money to buy people's eyeballs off of ebay. He shoved so many up his nose that he ended up suffocating and having a near death experience. During this near episode, Kozi had a spot of tea with Martin Luther King Jr. and discussed the laws of physics with the almighty sewer rat. After five hours of being unconscious ... he was revived by my grandma who used a bottle of soap to was away all the eyeballs that clogged up his anus.

After such a trauma, Kozi understood the meaning of live and shaved off his mother's hair that had covered his body for over 30 years. He wanted to become a teletubie, the purple one to be exact ... so he decided to stalk all the other ones until they agreed to let him fulfill his destiny. But they never did ... after six months of hard core stalkage, ALL of the teletubies placed restraining orders on him, making it impossible for him to complete his path.

Feeling like crap, Kozi did the only thing a person could do in a state of depression, he started a carwash... but the only way he could make enough money, supporting his ant farm, would be to vandalize cars in the middle of the night FORCING them to get their cars repaired and squeaky clean. Unfortunately... Kozi got his fist stuck up an obese woman's ass because he thought it was a bus. He was sent to jail and his ant farm starved to death, he mourned the loss in jail by dropping the soap continuously.

Eventually he was allowed to roam free, outside of the jail because the he promised to come back every Thursday for poker night. During these adventures, Kozi learned that he could sell drugs and make enough money to buy some top ramen to place on his belly button to stimulate the growth of a happy trail. The happy trail never grew because that would be unsexy, so he ended up masturbating in a dark ally every night except for Thursdays.

Kozi finally found the love of his life through an Internet dating program... Her name was Richard and she enjoyed long walks on the beach. Kozi was so thrilled to meet her that he forgot to ask for her address ... so he went to Utah and waited at a random airport. On the ground he found a rusty potato peeler ... he decided that this must have been Richard all along. He loved Richard, more than any other peeling combined... THE END.

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Luck

2006-07-06T19:19:00Z

TITLE: Luck
PAIRING: (Dir en grey X-over) Kyo/Miyavi
CHAPTERS: 1
SUMMARY: Kyo is a lucky man, with a condom.

Kyo felt extremely lucky that day he saw Miyavi dancing around in the club, he was alone, with no other man in site... a good sign. The dark haired man was also wearing a sexy nurse outfit... another good sign. It may have just been the fact that Miyavi's thong had been apparent to him, or it could have been that he KNEW he had a condom this time, but he was feeling quite lucky. He recognized that now, all it would take was a drink or two and he would have taller man's legs spread, his thighs quivering, and a pouty, ever so sexy expression upon his face.

Kyo smirked as he approached Miyavi, he was quite sure that tonight he would have his fair share of ass. Miyavi was also happy to see Kyo, but for his own more beneficial reasons; he was willing to play Kyo's game, not for the pleasure, but for the what the pleasure ultimately achieved, a notch on the loose boy's bed, another name he could add to the long list of whom he had been with. To him Kyo was a bench mark, if he could seduce the boy, it would ultimately open up a gate for even more men... He wanted to be a whore, who never had to ask for sex.

"Hey sexy," Kyo whispered, getting a second look at Miyavi's outfit, being unbuttoned to the point of temptation, he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. If he had wanted to get into Miyavi's pants.. the first step would be to impress him and flattery is not derived from a wink, a grope, and a nudge to the back of his car. "What are you doing out this late? Your father will be upset if he catches you sneaking in the house in the middle of the night."

"Silly!" Miyavi giggled flirtatiously, "I don't live with my parents! I live on my own, it's been that way for awhile, Kyo... I thought you knew that!"
Miyavi made sure to move into a position on the dance floor that would give Kyo a better look at his body, he lifted his arms above his head while dancing to move his outfit up just a bit to give him a view of his thighs... He really wanted to keep Kyo interested, the art of seduction took place before his mind-blowing sex moves.

"But Miyavi... I could have sworn you were a lot younger..." Kyo spoke on, eyes locked on Miyavi's motion, the sway of his hips was definitely turning him on, "You look too beautiful to be any older, you are just so energetic.. way too young for me." He smiled, He knew what Miyavi like to hear as well as what he wanted to do with him, eventually he knew Miyavi would fall for his charm, perhaps easier then it had been before, the day he had eventually lost Miyavi to the risk of STD's.

'No condom, No way' had always been the taller boy's slogan and he was never ashamed to put it into action. Now that Kyo had remembered to bring one, his chances had boosted, as well as his self confidence. Miyavi stopped dancing as the song came to a close, he wrapped his arms around the shorter boy. His expression was now more serious, but not losing it's sex appeal, Gazing into Kyo's eyes for a brief second, he smiled and then spoke.

"Cut the crap," He said in a harsh and yet seductive voice, "Did you come here to fuck me or did you make all these efforts just to look. If you want to play with me you know better than anyone that you need to come equipped. So tell me Kyo? Do you want me? It's obvious that you still desire to touch me..." Miyavi grabbed onto the blonde's hand and slowly brought it up to his lips, he then nibbled on the tip of his index finger, swirling his tongue around it once, "Do you still want to molest me?"

Kyo was now completely and utterly under his spell, there was nothing he wanted more than to just fuck him there on the dance floor... but he knew despite ho appealing that sounded, it would only draw unwanted attention, and he didn't really need that, especially when it came to fooling around with the most desired men in the club. Kyo pulled his hand away and chuckled, he did not want Miyavi to think he had given himself over to be manipulated by the slender man.

"I don't think I you are being very fair, you little slut," Kyo wrap one of his arms around his waist, groping his ass, watching Miyavi’s face switch to one of discomfort, "I know you like the attention you are getting, and I know damn well that you are just dying for any dick to be inserted into your tight little ass... so it might as well be mine. So save your little teases for someone who actually puts up a fight, I am going to fuck you. My motives can only point to sex, don't you like that? I know you are wondering what I feel like.. and If I am actually good or just full of shit."

"Well then it's settled," Miyavi giggled with intriguement, "Take me out of here and fuck me, Kyo... if you actually have the nerve, that is. The feeling is mutual, I also want to fuck you." Kyo smirked and led Miyavi through the crowds of people to the back exit which lead to an alley way. As soon as Kyo was sure that they would not disturbed he push Miyavi on to the side of the building and began kissing him powerfully. Miyavi was quick to respond and met his kisses with just as much energy, moaning slightly as Kyo’s hand began to wander into his outfit, brushing his nipples.

"Wait..." Miyavi pulled away from his kisses, "Please tell me you remembered this time... I really don't want to get heated up for nothing." Kyo pulled Miyavi close to him, he did not answer... teasing the boy would only add onto his fun. He licked Miyavi's cheek and trailed his way to his ear's nibbling on his lobe, he used the building to prop Miyavi up, preventing his 'escape,' leaving his legs to be wrapped around him. Miyavi giggled, "Kyo you are too short! my feet can still touch the ground if I wanted them too! But aside from that... you did remember, right?"

Kyo was silent, he only continued to lap at the raven haired man's body, slowly pulling his outfit up and off of Miyavi. Now he took a moment to inspect the man, now completely exposed save for his black lacy thong. It only took him a few seconds to confirm what he had already knew, a smile worked across his face, in a husky tone he whisper into Miyavi's ear, "You are so beautiful... I just want to fuck you so hard that you literally forget everyone else you've ever screwed... I want you to scream so loud, that babies cry and keep their mothers up all night for us."

"Well that would certainly be erotic," Miyavi replied, shivering, "It's so fucking cold out here.. you could have at least warmed me up first before taking everything off... I want my nipples to be hard because I like you, not because mother nature is a pervert! On second thought... let's just go inside.. I want your cock to fill me up, how can it in the freezing air!?"

Kyo laughed, unphased by his words, he began to grind against Miyavi, to show his decision. He was not in the least bit affected by the cold, especially when it came to in the pants. the friction between the two caused Miyavi to pant, forgetting about the cold, his underwear became uncomfortably tight, causing even more reason to moan. He could feel Kyo's erection building up and he knew that now would be the only time to remind him before it was too late.

"K-Kyo..." Miyavi gasped, in pleasure, enjoying himself as Kyo began to fumble with his own pants, "Please tell me you have a condom... I can't take chances, you know that" Kyo grinned, nodding subtly. with his pants undone, he placed the condom over his erect penis. There was no way in hell he would forget, the condom was the only obligation necessary to fuck the Raven haired man, and he would not loose it this time, he brought up back up ones just in case. Miyavi smiled, now he knew things were serious enough to expect sex, he would now have to opportunity to be fucked by the desired man.

Kyo now was ready to move in for what he had came for, with a flick of the wrist he had ripped away Miyavi's undergarments and turned him around, forcing him to be spread out on the wall, ready for his interrogation. He chucked once more, and whispered; "I hope you like it rough, bitch, because I'm not an ass licker."

Quickly he positioned himself and began to thrust deep into him. Miyavi let out a painful gasp, I did hurt, but with each thrust the pained seemed to melt away with the constant brush against his prostate... Kyo wasn't kidding either.. His thrusts were so violent that he did end up screaming loudly, temporarily forgetting everything else, but Kyo. His rhythm, despite his force was a constant motion that quickly drove them over the edge into the climax, Kyo wouldn't have it any other way, either. He came for a fuck and he was not going to be satisfied with compromise, everything was to go his way, to the very end.

"Kyo! Oh god! I'm going to cum!" Miyavi screamed, right before spraying his seed between the two of them, Kyo was soon to follow, pulling out before he shot into the condom, his cum seemed to leak through it, and holes throughout the rubber were apparent. Miyavi looked down at it in complete shock, his anger began to increase as Kyo laughed hysterically.

"You put holes.... in the condom?!" Miyavi twitched, ready to kill him, but before he could do anything Kyo zipped up his pants and made a run for it, screaming happily,

"Later babes!"

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