シン－ちゃん

pillar of strength.

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 18:34:48 GMT

京とShinya.

They'd known each other for approximately ten years, them first bumping into each other in their awkward stages of being performers. Skinny, smudged lipstick and limbs wrapped in tight leather and chains. He'd seen him suffer heartache after heartache, get swallowed whole by relationships--and bounce back just as strong as ever.

But the pain and bitterness never entirely went away. Although others couldn't tell, he could. He could hear it pulsating behind the words his voice cried, a sickeningly heart wrenching tale of an untold pain that would never be ripped away. As much as he was torn in half by himself, watching him crumple was painful enough.

Though his job as a best friend never faltered. He was there when he needed a shoulder to scream in, a face to rant to, a body to sit next to, and a voice to reassure him when he needed it. He never asked for more than that, and he was content either way. They offered each other a personal pillar of support that was significantly more intimate than they knew. At least, it was blind to Shinya until realization hit him at 3 o'clock in the morning, realizing Kyo had fallen asleep with his head resting ever so gently against his shoulder.

"...." He didn't feel much of a pull, instead it was a surge.

This was real.

He let it go.

Friendship was everything first.

He'd just be there in case the world swallowed him whole.

To his surprise it happened sooner than he'd imagined. It was raining quite heavily, and bands of droplets had long gashed the windows. A break in the sky had already led to dawn, and Shinya was already awake. There came a firm knock at the door fifteen minutes after 5 AM, and there he was. Standing motionless on his doorstep. His gaze sharp from under drenched bangs.

"Shinya..." He croaked, and cold hands rose up towards the drummer's face, touching his warm cheek. Shinya didn't flinch, but instead enjoyed the feel of rough pads of skin touching his bare, soft cheek. Kyo's touches were always somewhat firm, an act of gentleness would be rare unless the mood is proper for it.

A brush of a wet body against his own, a grip so tight he felt like he'd fall to his knees.

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"It's been you all along."

2000 - 2006: We've always had each other.

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 06:45:43 GMT

Kaoru x Shinya
G. Fluffy. Written for a theme, of 'closet.' :) In their first apartment together, Shinya is left reflecting on their life together on moving day. I write too much Kao/Shin. I'm sure cupoftea1, and okuribi know this by now. It's a guilty pleasure.

The closet hadn't been touched in several months that turned into years, and had gathered a reasonable amount of cluster. Old books, clothing, packaged sheet music, and other hidden shadows creep in the depths of the reasonably sized walk-in closet space. He was kneeling down on the floor, with a simple shoe box sitting in his lap. It was decorated in such a way that only he and his partner would understand the mountain of kanji scribbles that were swept across its top.

The mountain of things in his background, for now--his dark eyes quietly scanned the top of the shoe box, hesitant on opening it. Finally, since it had to be packed, he pried open the top with extreme dexterity. In the box that had been stored in the closet, were dozens of memories that belonged solely to them. Pictures, and even poems of how they both felt after their first couple of dates which seemed like eons ago. The box shuddered with all of the hesitations, all of their fears and dreams they had experienced together--and he felt like it was 2000 once more. When he first remembered the look on the guitarist's face when he said that simple phrase that startled him more than anything: 'I love you.'

I love you. It was the phrase that went on to be said after numerous dates ending at his doorstep, when they were both wrapped in sheets, their bodies covered in each other's perspiration--with their hands entwined, and fingers trembling. The phrase still echoed in this bedroom. This bedroom with their closet. Their closet. 'I love you so much.'

Gently putting the top back on the shoe box, he slid up onto his knees, and placed it inside of the shipping box that was lingering at his side. Standing up and looking back towards the closet--it was time to continue on. To scrape through what had been their lives together up to this point. Several mountains of old clothes passed through the drummer's hands--as he decided what should be packed, and what should go. Many of the outfits he had received from Kaoru, were definitely going with him. Other, more 'apartment lingering' T-shirts and tops of both of their's they were not keeping. As he folded up one of Kaoru's old Korn shirts to be thrown away, he could hear the guitarist's protesting already.

'Hey! I could still wear that!' Despite it now being two sizes too small.

If it's been sitting in the closet for the past few months, you most certainly can part with it. It was the memories attached that would be hard to part with. All Shinya could do, was make sure he packed up every single one of them, and discarded all that dampened these memories.

"What did we keep in here?" Shinya mused lowly to himself, tossing the plastic hangers aside, pushing back into the dim closet to finger something that had been wrapped and rewrapped in a large amount of bubble wrap. When the drummer looked closer, he saw that it was the ESP Viper guitar that Kaoru had purchased some time ago, and had hid it in the bedroom closet to keep it out of the dogs' paws. Miyu and Yuyu's continuous sniffing around the expensive item had prompted him to wrap it, and stuff it away for safe keeping.

There was a quiet look of amusement across his face as he pried it free from its position in the closet, laying it on the floor of the now empty bedroom. "This will be coming." Kaoru could never part with his seven string guitar.

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The apartment had been tiny, wedged in the center of Minato-ku, Tokyo, but it was what they could afford for the time being that would still provide connivance. The complex was close to the station they'd both need to take that would get them to and from the recording studio with ease. Although Kaoru could drive, he preferred taking the train with his younger partner.

It was raining when they were both standing in front of the complex for the first time, the guitarist holding an umbrella over the skeptical drummer's head. When he moved, and Shinya didn't---Kaoru chuckled.

"It's ours, Shinya. It's our first apartment. This place allows pets too. You can get that puppy you always wanted." Reaching out to take his hand, he eased the drummer's doubt away with a smile, and pressing the apartment's front door key into his hands. "Unlock it."

'It really is all ours.' Shinya thought, once they were safely through the glass doors, shaking themselves off from the rain and heading up the elevator to their new home. Unlocking the front door and heading into the cramped walls, the only portion of the room he really did like--was not the whitewashed rooms but the spacious bedroom closet.

The door in the corner of the room slid open the moment Shinya's touched it, and he was looking into depths upon depths of space. The guitarist's footsteps headed into the bedroom shortly after, and a hand was pressed against his shoulder from behind.

"Oh wow. We're going to need to put shelves up in there."

The closet was the best feature in their life they were starting. Faintly, Shinya smiled.

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Now looking at the bare sets of black shelves that he and Kaoru had put in on the left side of the closet a few weeks after they had moved in, Shinya reached out and touched them--fingertips softened by their still smooth texture. It's time to move on, Shinya. As much as he had been hesitant to move into such a small apartment at first, he had grown to love the intimate space he had shared with Kaoru. Would it be the same?

Would they be able to collect memories all over again?

Turning himself around to peer out of the closet, at the boxes pressed up against the wall--sealed and labeled and ready to be transported--he heaved a gentle sigh. A closet that had been stacked and loud, was now bare and silent. All of their memories were now whispering in assorted boxes, that movers would be around shortly to transport. Beginning to bend down, Shinya sat down in the middle of the closet, looking up towards the endless ceiling, with his hands pressed against his knees. Leaning back and outstretching his hand--his fingers fell onto a dusty piece of folded paper that had been wedged in a corner.

Blinking, and beginning to unfold it in his hands--Shinya looked down to the phrase written across it that had been dated back in 2000.

'Become his one and only.
Become the best boyfriend ever. [Kaoru]'

Feeling a warm flush beginning to burn its way into his cheeks, Shinya fought back the urge to laugh. Instead he stood up and refolded the piece of paper, slipping it away into his pocket. "You've already accomplished both of those, Kaoru." He said silently. With the piece of paper in his pocket an encouraging push forward, Shinya felt he could possibly leave the closet, and their six years in the apartment behind.

They had grown together in this apartment, stored their years in the closet through collections of clothes, photos, music, books, and just their overall presence. He'd miss hearing Kaoru slam the closet door in the morning--trying to decide on a shirt through a mass of band shirts, and he'd miss hearing that foul phrase he'd always scold him for.

But he had to move on.. it had been six long years.

"Shinya?" The bedroom door creaked open, and the drummer could hear the rich voice of his lover exclaim in surprise at how much had been scattered across the bedroom floor--in need of farther packaging. Stepping out of the closet, and raising a hand in greeting to the guitarist--he nodded.

Smiling, Kaoru extended his hand--wearing his jacket and shades already. "Are you ready to go?" Now is the time to part.

Saying nothing, Shinya paused next to a box he had not sealed yet. Reaching down and plucking out the shoe box he had first put in--he tucked it under his arm and begun his way to the bedroom door. Looking down at the box, Kaoru arched an eyebrow.

"You found it! Our 'time capsule.'" He said teasingly, to which the drummer looked embarrassed.

"I want it to be the first thing we put in our new closet."

They were moving.

They had found a new, much bigger apartment, farther in the district that was bound to have many new closets. Which meant, more memories to make the moment they'd walk in. Suddenly, as they walked down their familiar, small hallway--Shinya was looking forward to the move.

Would those closets be walk in too?

Would they need black shelves?

The most recent: Passion of lovers.

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 06:36:35 GMT

Kaoru x Shinya
NC-17. Kaoru is in one of his moods, and Shinya knows exactly what's coming. However, when the bedroom is too far, the floor will do.

Lips trailed along the surface of the left side of his neck, slow and heated was his breath--giving no chance for any wet patches to form. The younger of the pair, squirmed lightly in the chair he was sitting in--trying to surpass a quiet gasp of surprise. Shinya's neck was one of the most sensitive portions of his body, and Kaoru used this to his advantage. Raising a hand, Shinya gently coaxed his lover away long enough to allow him to stand up.

"In one of your moods again, aren't you?" The drummer teased, staring at the overworked guitarist with interested dark eyes. It was true, they had not had a moment to themselves in such a long time.

Arms wrapped themselves around a thin waist, and the guitarist leaned in close to his ear to nip at his lobe--retorting words that fell deep and husky against his ear drum. "Maybe. I don't plan to allow you to get away."

Amused, Shinya wedged himself out of his arms, and took a few steps backward. He'd learned quite a number of things to drive his lover crazy. Half on his own, and half from Kyo, who'd share his sexual escapades with him whenever they were alone ... and whenever they both needed a good laugh, of course. The blonde's stories of tormenting a redhead who easily fell out of place around him were gold to Shinya's ears.

"Are you sure?"

Kaoru, quick to become frustrated, lunged at the figure who had managed to draw out of his arms--but came up empty. Shinya kept stepping back across the hardwood floor of the living room. He was never one to play nice. In any portion of anything, and Kaoru was already well accustomed to this characteristic. It pissed him off to great lengths, but excited him nonetheless.

"Shinya..." He whispered warningly.

The younger of the two always knew what was coming next. Fingers curled around the rim of his shirt, and he was sent spiraling to the floor--with arms sprawled above his head, staring up into a similar pair of dark eyes. Shinya chuckled, as his back arched against the floor. Kaoru always chose this route when he simply could not wait to cart him off to their bedroom.

"Shinya..." Wedged between his legs, Kaoru leaned down to capture a grinning pair of lips, managing to wedge them apart to slide his tongue between teeth, caressing his lover's own with an aggressive touch. Earning himself a moan, every inch of Shinya's mouth was teased and prodded with intensity. Drawing back, eager kisses were trailed down his jawline, before he reached his neck. As payback, Kaoru bit down harshly--feeling Shinya's entire body flinch.

Gasping, Shinya begun to wither under his lover's body, veiling his eyes as trails of saliva coated already reddened bite marks as he moved down towards his collarbone. Reaching up, hands fell against his belt buckle, beginning to slowly undo it, along with the zipper. Kaoru was quick to catch on, lifting Shinya's shirt over his head and discarding it off to the side.

Lips continued to caress the skin of his collarbone, down to his small torso, and finally took a single nipple between his teeth and gave it a small tug. Provoking pleasure-felt sounds from Shinya, whose fingers curled into fists and he arched his body upward in a silent urge for his lover to progress. Never one to disappoint him, Kaoru was certainly going to comply. First, the guitarist's shirt was beginning to annoy him. Leaning up to settle back onto Shinya's legs, he pulled his shirt off over his head--tossing it to lay limp with the other's own.

A hand cupped him between his legs, groping at his lover's forming erection--watching his eyes roll back in quiet pleasure as his thumb moved to massage his shaft through the sudden tight fabric of his pants. "K-Kaoru...." Came the feeble, but semi-irritated call. It looked like the guitarist had earned his first point, and he was looking to win the whole one-hundred. Undoing his belt in a frenzy, Shinya's pants were slid down off his hips, and to his ankles. Raising to his feet to kick off his shoes and remove his own pants and boxers, Kaoru was not satisfied until he was hovering on top of his lover, both of them completely nude.

"I've been wanting you so badly..." He whispered close to Shinya's ear, rocking his hips against his own to ignite a small amount of friction between their bodies. To this, Shinya's hips bucked upward--a moan slipping up from his throat--vibrating against Kaoru's lips, who kissed him with fervor.

"Then take me." Shinya said, through his teeth. "Take me."

Once more, Kaoru nudged himself between Shinya's legs, spreading thighs apart and forcing one leg to hike upward. Leaning over his lover, he pressed a finger to Shinya's lips, who took its tip into his mouth--lapping at it as well as gently sucking on it. They didn't use any real form of lubricate, except the natural type. Withdrawing it from his mouth, Kaoru pressed it teasingly against his entrance, watching his expression shift from eager to desperate. This was what he liked to see before he advanced.

Slipping his finger into the tight entrance, Kaoru scissored his finger inward--stretching as much skin as he could until Shinya's body closed down upon the invading finger. When he pulled it out, a second finger was pressed to Shinya's lips, shakily lapped at and sucked on once more, before both entered him at once. Feeling his insides begin to twist, and his lower abdomen clench, Shinya's fingers gently begun to stroke his already painful erection. "Kaoru..." Hurry.

Leaving Shinya well prepared, Kaoru urged one of his legs to wrap itself around his waist--while he bent the other back towards his chest. His free hand gently reached down to touch his lover's face--looking into those eyes for a few fleeting seconds--before he thrusted his hips forward, piercing him in one smooth stroke.

"...Ahhhhn---OH!" Cried Shinya in surprise, feeling his breath swell up in his throat. Arching his head back, his leg clenched onto his lover's waist desperately as he pushed himself farther and farther up into him. Feeling Kaoru's body lower, already sweat-soaked skin pressed into his own, provoking Shinya's senses all the more intensely.

Pulling out, only to thrust himself back in, he continued at the almost lazy, smooth pace--exhaling heatedly in Shinya's ear as he moved. "...God, Shinya. You're always so tight." Came the whispered words, accompanied with a pant as the drummer's fingers were curling themselves into his back, fingertips tearing at his skin.

"Faster.." He managed to croak.

Arching his body up, Kaoru's hips moved faster--grinding himself up into Shinya a bit faster, while cautious to avoid as much discomfort as he could muster. Then again, Shinya usually hid his discomfort whenever they were intimate with each other. All he could hear from his lover was his quiet panting, and a second groan for more.

And more, and more. The faster Kaoru rammed himself up against his prostate, the more Shinya moaned. The harder he did it, the louder Shinya groaned. The guitarist reached down between their bodies as they moved in sync with each other, wrapping fingers around his erection--beginning to stroke the skin and run teasing touches up along the throbbing veins. "Let go for me, baby."

"K-Kaoru.. Arghh---" Red-faced, Shinya felt as if he had lost the ability to breathe properly. "--So close.." Inhaling shakily, fingers continued to claw at the skin on his back, leaving it raw and red.

"Shinya..." Beads of sweat trickled from his temple, fighting with everything he had to maintain some effort to hold himself back. He wanted to come along with his partner. "...Please.. with me..." Fingers only begun to stroke his cock faster, feeling his lover's rapid heartbeat vibrate against his skin.

The simple stroking was enough to provoke the climax that had been knotting itself in his stomach since Kaoru had first kissed his neck. "Kaoru!" He cried out, feeling himself spasm in union with his lover's body, ejaculating violently into his hand and onto his stomach. Plunged into a sea of ecstasy, his orgasm was enough to completely eradicate his breathing, as he felt every pore of his body tingle with pleasure.

"Mmnn...!" Kaoru rocked himself hard against his lover's prostate one more, before feeling Shinya tighten against him completely. Unable to handle it--the guitarist came along with Shinya's pleasant cries--refusing to cease his thrusting to prolong his orgasm. Flopping his upper body down against his chest--he listened to the feeble groan that brushed itself through Shinya's lips.

Kaoru was mute in pleasant, dizzy agony. His entire body felt as if it had been plunged into a furnace, the way the hairs on his body tingled with a well known warm sensation. His entire lower half was left pounding as he slowed his thrusting into a halt, not yet pulling out of his lover. Instead, he chose to press himself against him as tightly as he could--enveloping the renewed scent of their love making, and to hold onto the intensity of their in sync panting.

"I love you." Kaoru pressed the words against Shinya's ear with sincerity. "So much, you know this."

"I know." Came Shinya's quick response. "I love you too."

There was silence, before Kaoru pulled out of him and returned to laying across his lover.

"Kaoru?"

"Yes?"

"We're still on the floor."

A laugh.