Aiji's Muse

Moving

2006-09-17T18:13:27Z

I'm moving my writing journal to kits_candy_land.

Please join there. This is the last time I will post on aijis_muse

^_^

26 Letter Jin Challenge

2006-09-06T04:34:28Z

This is a challenge that I challenged myself with. This is just the first batch. I will be doing every member of KAT-TUN and then other muscians I've decided I want to do but I'll also take requests(if you help me with pictures). If you want any other members of any JE bands I will DEFINATELY need more pictures. I only have a few NEWS..mostly Yamapi but nothing else. Anyway, this is Jin's post. ^_^ Enjoy.

PS: I'm SO tired of Jin. -,-''

A	B	C	D

E	F	G	H

I	J	K	L

M	N	O	P

Q	R	S	T

U	V	W	X

Y	Z	None	None
		No Icon	No Icon

Credit anestel or aijis_muse. You don't HAVE To do this but it makes me happy, so please?
No HOTLINKING!
No claiming that you made it, please?

Feel free to add my personal journal anestel or my writing/graphics/uploading/drawing journal aijis_muse. ^_^

Uploads

2006-09-03T05:11:55Z

Whee random uploads again. I’m a very eclectic music collector so there’s something for EVERYONE. ^_^ I try to give a description of each band or artist so that you know what you’re getting into. ^_^ Please thank me if you do download. ^^

Uploads are alphabetized meticulously by artist and then within that by song title o.o

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Requests (These are copy and pasted from the last time I uploaded because since then I lost a majority of my music and what was given to me. D: But now I have an external drive and life is good. ^^)

I have some requests, hope you don't mind...It's a long list but oh well...I've gotten back a lot of what I lost with my last computer fuck up but there are some bands and stuff I still want but lack.

Any foreign music. I'd really love some European, non Japanese/Korean/Chinese asian music.

Specific bands/singers:

emilie simon
Bump of Chicken (I only have Lost Man)
Rin’
Anna Tsuchiya
Olivia
Jack Johnson (particularily his Brushfire Fairytales CD)
HOT
DBSK
The Flare
KAT-TUN
Crazy Town
PIG
Ministry
Revolting Cock
News
W-inds
FLAME
X-Japan
The Trax
Mika Nakashima
Yuna Ito
Cauterize
SID
Gazette
Nightmare
Rammstein
PIERROT
Pencillin
Jewelry
Diary of Dreams
The TRAX
Soilwork
Mindless Self Indulgence (MSI)
Kirito (live mp3s and PVs and any live performances)

That's all I can think of but if you think you have some music that I might like throw it at me. I like any genre. ^_^

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The Uploads

50cent (American)
I only have this one song of 50 cent. He has a pretty smooth voice which is the only reason I actually listen to him since I’m not a real fan of rap. Anyway I really like the girl singer in this song as well. The song is pretty explicit so yeah.. >_> I love it.

Candy Shop(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/437nvc

Bump of Chicken (Japanese)
I really enjoy the vocals of this band. I think the music is pretty mainstream but it’s still very good. Still, the vocalist is my favorite thing about bands. Usually for me it’s the vocalist that makes or breaks a band. Very rarely is there a group that I think the music actually sucks and not the vocalist lol.

Lost Man (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/x792zn

By-Sexual (Japanese)
By-Sexual is one of those groups that I haven’t really listened to for long and therefore don’t know very well lol. Anyway for me the band was an acquired tasted but I do love them now regardless. I highly recommend you try them at least a few times before making a final decision. A lot of time first impressions of bands can just give you the wrong idea. ^_^ So make sure not to make a decision from just listening to one song.

Be Free (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5jnehx

Home Alone (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0en3tx

Charlotte Church (Welsh)
You either hate Charlotte or you love her. She's talented and had her first CD come out when she was 13. She's gained international recognition for her classical vocals and yeah. I love her and everything lol. Her Enchantment CD will always be my favorite. She did a lot of amazing work on it and I don't think anything previously or since has been as good as that CD.

Bali Ha’I (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/2ntoey

Clavier (Japanese)
Clavier is an uber cute group to me. They're awesome and their music is good. It's got this cute vibe to the rock and the vocalist is just...x-x his voice is CUTE. ._. Yes Clavier is good if you like cute rock. :D Check them out.

Hana (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5mvzbt

D’espairs Ray (Japanese)
A dark metal Jrock band. One of my favorites as well. Hizumi's vocals are one of a kind and I love him to death. Their very talented muscians and the music to me is kind of sexy, but maybe that is simply Hizumi's voice O.o He does have a sexy voice.

PIG (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7urn3d

Dir en Grey (Japanese)
I don’t think Diru needs much of an introduction you’ve probably at least heard OF them before. Amazing band usually great lyrics when you read the translations. I will always love Kyo’s voice and well the whole band. I’m not sure I like how their music has changed since touring the US but yeah. I was going to go to Family Values to see them but I decided I don’t want to risk being disappointed. I haven’t listened to their new single because…well I’ve heard some not so good things about it. Anyway, I love their stuff up to Clever Sleazoid definitely. Withering to Death was a great album. <3 My favorite song is still tied between Embryo and Cage.

Cage (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/qflfug

Embryo (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/3nrh23

EVE (Korean)
The first song I heard by EVE was a long time ago. It was called Vampire and at the time I didn't know where to find more of them, but now I think I pretty much have every song of theirs. The vocalist is very impressive, but sometimes I think he's overpowered by the music and that can detract from the song. I think some of their songs are just mixed really badly. But overall they're a great band and worth the download.

Feeling You (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5o1r5x

Headphones President (Japanese)
Headphones President is a bit hard to get into I think. The music is amazing and what really draws me in. I love the heavy bass in their song and the amazing guitar riffs. The drums are also exquisite. So it’s not the actual music that is an acquired taste. The singer has a very unique voice. She’s a lot like Hakuei or Cherry Filter’s girl singer to me. Very different and screechy, high pitched but at the same time she can be very smooth and low. I think she just takes a while to get used to. Also the song you listen to first can affect how much you enjoy them. I suggest Fight Out. I realllly love that song. Anyway, just give them a try! Definitely worth it.

Fight Out (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/yf7q3y

Joey McIntyre (American)
90s pop. He’s a former member of what I consider the original boyband, New Kids on the Block. He’s a really good singer. I can’t say I REALLY like the music except for Stay the Same which just can make me near cry. Anyway his voice is awesome. If you like 90s music then download him.

I Love You Came Too Late (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/u7z42g

Stay The Same (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/oyh8hg

Kaggra (Japanese)
Kaggra’s music is very…I don’t know I’ve heard them described as goth but I don’t think that fits. To me they are a blend of traditional Japanese music and the modern rock. I love Isshi’s sweet kind of soft and yet powerful voice. He has the ability to make me shiver. Which is something not every singer can do to me. To some people he might be someone you have to acquire a taste for, but for me I always loved him. There’s no way you can’t like the music in my opinion. It’s very good relaxing music. I enjoy it no matter what mood I’m in though. ^_^ So check them out! <3

Omou ~san remix~(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/oilkbt

KAT-TUN (Japanese)
This is definitely one of my favorite bands now. KAT-TUN is my favorite of the Johnny’s as well. I love Koki and Ueda the best. Though I think Junno is the best singer out of all of them…AND OMG MY FAVES ARE NOT KAME AND/OR JIN. What a fucking surprise? Lol. I don’t think they are the best singers in the group but for some reaosn…okay not a type for a Johnny’s rant. Anyway, great great music. It’s not really like a regular boyband. It’s almost like a rock boyband lol. Anyway download! You won’t regret it. ^^

Gold (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/1gqwzi

Kent (Swedish)
Very interesting group. I don’t really know much about them but I love them. I really do love Scandivian music. It’s generally very good and unique. The vocals of this group are simply breathtaking at points. The music is very…*tries to think of a band to compare them too* For some reason the music makes me think of Jack Johnson but not the vocals.

Ett tidsfördriv att dö för(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ukryrg

Hur jag fick dig att älska mig (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/osg5ro

machine (Japanese)
machine is made up of two guys: Kyoshi and Hakuei. Hakuei is also the vocalist of PENICILLIN and he has his solo career. He also does a bunch of other shit but that doesn’t matter. I’ve never heard anyone with a voice like Hakuei’s. While I don’t like PENICILLIN’s music all that much I grew to love his voice but it was an acquired taste I do have to admit. He’s a sexy man. I LOVE machine’s music and I love Kyoshi. They are probably in my top 5 bands. <3 *pets them* DOWNLOAD! lol

Baby Blood (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zmyizp

Superb (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nq1mxi

U Gene (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9h0m4t

Minmi (Japanese)
I really like Minmi. She’s kind of hiphop type music. She has a really interesting voice. Her music is catchy and the kind of music you can dance to or whatever. Just nice music for hanging out and relaxing. ^_^

Put A Spell On U (aka MMB) feat.DOBERMAN INC (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zid0q4

Moon Hee Jun (Korean)
Moon Hee Jun is one of the most talented Korean singers in my opinion. His music never ceases to amaze me. He has a wide variety of songs and just...he's creative and his music definately can't bore you. ^^ Not to mention his gorgeous voice.

Persia Black Hole (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7qv1h9

NEWS (Japanese)
NEWS is a JE band. I don’t like them as much as KAT-TUN or Arashi but they’re still good. I really d o love Yamapi though. <3 He’s just great. Anyway I think they have…uhm…Okay I don’t know how many guys are in it…6 or 7 or something is it 8? I don’t know. Lol. I only know three of them by name AND face. Yamapi, Ryo and Yuya. >_< I know the names Kusano and…uh…nevermind just Kusano. X-x. Anyway, pop boyband. Take a try if you haven’t. They’re all hot.

Teppen (PV)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/u27c4e

PIERROT (Japanese)
PIERROT is my all time favorite band. I was very sad when they broke up but they gave us a decade of good music it was their right to move on with their lives. Their new projects are looking good espeically Kirito's. Anyway there is no band like PIERROT. They are one of those extremely original sounding bands that you really don't know who to compare them to because there is NO ONE to compare them too. Anyway, check them out if you haven't already.

Rebirth Day (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ceqpyf

Yuugai no Tenshi (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8kjz76

Rob Thomas (American)
Rob Thomas is the former vocalist of Matchbox Twenty. I’ve always loved his voice and he never fails to impress me. I love him soooo much. His lyrics are generally very easy to relate to somehow or cause you to FEEL or THINK something. He’s an amazing artist. Definitely one of my favorites. A rockpop type kind of guy I think. More on the rock side though.

Ever The Same (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vj8z18

Fallin’ to Pieces (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/i43m5o

Shulla (Japanese)
Deepish vocals. Indies type feel but I think it’s a bit more polished than most indies bands. Sometimes there’s this random loud talking type thing in a few songs that annoys me because the rest of the vocals are very mellowed out and it makes it seemed mixed badly. Overall a great band and definitely worth a try or two.

Yo Maneki (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0s4gn9

Silver Ash (Chinese)
I love Silver Ash. One of the few Chinese artists that I truly do enjoy. I think they are also one of the few Chinese rock bands I’ve even heard of. Regardless most of their songs tend to be more of the ballad genre. I love it though and though sometimes their indies type sound bothers me. >_>

Lunar Eclipse (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/1zyvs6

Smile Empty Soul (American)
Smile Empty Soul is a really cool rock band. They’re kind of very mainstream rock and more than likely you’ve heard of them. O.- If not listen to them! I love their music so so so much. I also love the singers. Some of their songs have very profound lyrics and just…yeah. I love music that I can relate too. Also you gotta love their name. ^_^

Every Sunday (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ym2x7w

Nowhere Kids (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zwssjg

The Ark (Swedish…I think)
Kind of 80ish music in my opinion. Awesome lyrics, awesome vocals. Sometimes the music bores me but that’s because I’m not for groups that have JUST mellow songs. But they’re still worth the download. <3 Try them out, ne?!

One of us is gonna die young(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/o9wxow

The TRAX (Korean)
I used to think TRAX was just a copycat of Linkin’ Park, but with the new CD I find them to have found a sound more their own. Granted a lot of people say they have lost their edge and maybe that’s true, but now I can listen to them without being annoyed at how alike they sound to Linkin’ Park. I loved them since the beginning but that always bothered me. Anyway! Jay has a great voice and the music is superb. Check them out!

Crazy (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vb0hha

Yung Hon Eul Gam Ssa An Ah (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/oa0z10

Yamashita Tomohisa (Japanese)
I only have two Yamapi songs but I wish I had more. At first I wasn’t all that fond of his voice though I did like him and his singing. His voice is just a bit more nasaly than I usually like in singers. Anyway his music is kind of poprock in my opinion. Less pop than NEWS for sure. Anyway, he’s amazingly talented and has a very powerful voice that works in many different types of songs. <3 He’s just yeah. ^_^ I don’t exactly know what to say about him but Daite Senorita is one of my favorite songs and PVs of any Japanese artist.

Daite Senorita (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/g18vpq

FIC: Ore-tachi no Dorama 1/?

2006-08-31T01:38:50Z

Title: Ore-tachi no Dorama
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: KAT-TUN, NEWS
Pairings: MaruxKame, JinxYamapi, JinxKoki, JunnoxUeda, JinxUeda, RyoxUeda, various others
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): drama, angst, occness (*gets shot*), unknown elements later on
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves and this is a work of fiction. </3>_>
Word Count: 1014

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Chapter One

"Fuck, Jin," Yamapi panted, his hands at an awkward angle against the stall wall. As soon as a break had been called Jin had dragged Yamapi to the bathroom and pressed him into the nearest stall…the smallest as well. Within mere seconds Yamapi's ass was feeling the cool air as rough hands spread his firm orbs. "You could ha-" his words were quickly cut off by Jin's hand over his mouth.

"Urusai," Jin said, thrusting his length into the other without taking the time to prepare him. Fuck that practice had him as horny as hell. Thrusting into his boyfriend he couldn't help his familiar pang of guilt that Yamapi wasn't the one that got him so worked up. The thought made him growl, a sound that was almost primal in how animalistic it was.

Both Jin's hands moved to Yamapi's hips, pulling him into the thrusts. The heated moans from the other boy spurred him on in their desperate search of release. "Louder, slut," Jin encouraged into Yamapi's ear, reveling in the immediate crescendo. His nails dug into the other's hips more, groaning as the other's muscles flexed around him tightly.

Yamapi gripped fruitlessly at the bathroom stall, but unable to steady himself and instead found his face and body pushed into the wall again and again. By that time blood had coated his passage and Jin's length, making the thrusts easier, helping him adjust. "Jin," he keened loudly, sweat dampening his shirt and covering his toned body in a light sheen. "Harder, Jin," he begged, struggling to keep himself from screaming as the other picked up the pace.

"Fuck," Yamapi whimpered as Jin's fingers wrapped around his length, stroking quickly, nothing teasing about it at all. His fingertips expertly stimulated the most sensitive nerves on Yamapi's shaft. In just seconds it seemed Yamapi came over Jin's hand, his body clamping around Jin with the impact of his orgasm.

Jin's release soon followed with blindingly white bliss splattered with exploding colors behind his shut eyelids. "Pi," he moaned in post-coital bliss once his tongue was under his own control. Slowly as the waves of euphoria subsided he pulled himself out of Yamapi. He grabbed some tissue and wiped himself off, tossing it in the toilet. "That was good," he muttered, pulling up his pants and zipping them as he left the stall, not bothering to help Yamapi clean himself up.

As Jin moved to wash his hands, Yamapi having come out still fixing his clothes and hair, Koki stepped in the door. The latter swallowed when he saw the two as it was obvious what had just happened in the room. "Don't you fags have any decency?" he asked, running his head over his head. "We could hear you in the dance studio."

"Jealous, Koki?" Jin said, though a few people would be able to see the unnamable emotion in his eyes and the tenseness in his shoulders and back. He dried off his hands and ran his hand through his messy hair, making a bit of a face at it before sauntering over to Koki. His lips pressed firmly to Koki's once he was close enough and his hand gripped one of the other's ass cheeks.

Koki shoved Jin away, wiping off his mouth. "You disgusting pig," he said, moving past Jin. Somehow Jin could bring out the worst behaviors and moods in anyone. He looked Pi and the spat in the sink, going into one of the stalls and slamming the door of it shut.

Yamapi watched the scene and watched his tense and obviously upset boyfriend walk away from him as if he hadn't been standing there the entire time. He sighed and glared at Koki's stall before leaving as well. After dating Jin for such a long time, it was just a couple months, he had figured out about Jin's feelings, which Jin thought no one knew, of course. "Bakayaro…" he whispered to himself.

Yamapi didn't understand why Jin chose to hide it. Certainly, Koki wouldn't return his feelings, but he could at least tell his boyfriend couldn't he? He shouldn't worry about it though, he couldn't lose more of Jin to Koki than he already had, right? Being bitter about not holding Jin's heart would be pointless, so for the most part he ignored it.

"Pi-chan, c'mere," Kame called from down the hall, causing Yamapi to snap out of his daze. Yamapi grinned and jogged over to the other, moving in the room and listening to the plans for their next monstrosity of a prank.

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"What's wrong, Jin?" Ueda asked, almost genuinely concerned for his bratty, childish bandmate. The other had dragged him off from everyone else, forcing a kiss on him against the side of the building. Thankfully the building was secluded enough that fan-girls and paparazzi hadn't surrounded it.

"Shut up you big-mouthed ugly monkey," Jin said cruelly as he pressed another rough kiss to Ueda's lips.

Ueda shoved Jin away, tears welling in his eyes from the insult. His lips were the one thing he told Jin not to tease him about. "You stupid jerk," he said in a trembling voice. "I don't know why the hell I was actually worried about you, asshole!" he said, straining not to yell at the other. He rubbed his lips and stomped away from Jin, shoulders shaking from the upsetting encounter.

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"Here's some tea," Kame murmured to Nakamaru as he sat down across from him in the dining room of the apartment they shared. Kame drank his own tea, leaning back. "Have you noticed it yet?" he asked Nakamaru.

Nakamaru looked up from the reflective surface of the tea. "Noticed the fact that we are surrounded by drama queens with a million problems and it's all a ticking time bomb one second away from exploding?"

"You could put it like that."

"Yeah."

"What should we do?"

"Stay out of it, for sure. Don't get involved unless they ask you for help, otherwise we're just another problem," Nakamaru told Kame, nodding firmly.

That's when the phone rang.

TBC…

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Author's Noes: So I don't' really like my writing in this chapter, but sometimes, for me, the first chapter is simply very awkward and just hard. Lol. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Commends do encourage me to write faster.

<3 Love y'all.

FIC: Love Don't Cost A Thing 4/15

2006-08-09T20:43:53Z

Title: Love Don't Cost a Thing
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtobexShishido, ShishidoxvariousOMC
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): prostitution, non-con, rape, cross-dressing, minors in sexual situations
Disclaimer: All non-original characters belong to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Shishido was never one of the rich kids. When his father loses his job it changed going to Hyotei from difficult to impossible.
Beginning Notes: Well it’s been awhile. Again. I hope it was worth the wait. Comments encourage me to write faster! So please let me hear your thoughts (good and bad). In this chapter some time has passed since the last in case you don’t pick that up >_>. Chu!
Word Count: 1294

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

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Chapter Four

-About Two Weeks Later-

It would be wrong to say there was a great visible change in Shishido. With him, it was all subtle things that most people merely brushed off as him going through an extended period of foul moods. The regulars were probably the ones that were most perspective to the changes.

Shishido had become less aware. He was slower and prone to cruel fits. Over the past few weeks he’d left Ohtori, Mukahi and Jirou all in tears. He’d nearly gotten into fistfights with Yuushi and Hiyoshi and he had argued numerous times with Atobe. He’d punched anyone or at least shoved anyone that tried to touch him. Atobe was becoming more impatient with Shishido and worried for the boy, but also the welfare of the rest of the team.

Shishido was extremely unstable and everyone had noticed there were new bruises on him everyday. Most people merely assumed they were from fights Shishido had gotten into. Atobe knew better. There was something else going on; he knew that confronting Shishido head on would be a bad idea though. The captain didn’t want his beautiful face rearranged after all.

Shishido had become addicted to heroin and had become so addicted he could barely make it through the school day without his drugs. He wanted to escape from the constant shame and pain he felt. He was dirty and tainted and he hated himself. Still, he was too stubborn and prideful to stop, to ask for help. Even if he would, Netone would never allow it; Shishido had become one of his most valuable assets.

Shishido went home after practice, slipping his shoes off tiredly. He heard his mother call him for dinner and he felt his stomach growl. “I already ate, mother,” Shishido called and moved up the stairs to his room. Netone had told him to lose weight and so Shishido had taken to simply eating a small sandwich at lunch. He was hungry, but the drugs could make him forget that. With that thought he trudged the rest of the way to his room, shoulders squared.

~

The weather was getting cold now and by the time Shishido got to Netone’s early in the morning he felt like he had frostbite on his fingers and toes. His lips felt as if they were blue and his nose was completely numb. He knocked lightly on the rundown apartment door, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. The night had been a slow one, leaving him with little to show for the hours pent on the cold streets. He was nervous, Netone had scolded him for bringing in larger amounts than this one.

It was several long moments before Netone opened the door. “Ryo-kun,” he said, looking the boy over. His voice sounded slurred and drunk which made Shishido even more anxious. He fucking hated this…

“Doozo,” Shishido mumbled, bowing his head as he offered the money he had made that night. He had already taken out his share like he was supposed to do each night.

Netone’s bony fingers flipped through the wad of bills, scowling when it was all counted. “Are you joking, slut?” he sneered, backhanding Shishido harshly before pulling him into the dim, dingy apartment.

Shishido bit back a million snarky retorts that came to mind. He was a prostitute, not a slut. If he forgot the difference then his precious pride would be lost to him. That was why he was doing this in the first place, it would all be worthless if he lost his pride now. His cheek was still smarting from Netone’s hand, but now, being trapped in the pimp’s apartment, that was the last worry on his mind.

“Since you want to lie and cheat me, I’ll take it out of your ass. Maybe next time you’ll think twice,” Netone said, stalking towards Shishido. His hand curled into Shishido’s long hair, gripping tightly. He slammed Shishido’s head back into the wall, denting it in. His knee met with Shishido’s abdomen while his free hand stripped Shishido of the black pleather miniskirt and vest. He left the shoes and fishnet thigh-highs on; the outfit didn’t have any underwear to it to speak of.

Shishido shoved at Netone, having doubled over in pain. “Fuck off! I didn’t take any of your money, asshole,” he gritted out, trying to kick the other and escape out the door. He couldn’t follow through with the kick as he saw a glint from Netone’s hand…where had he-…

Netone’s eyes took on a dark, sinister and insane look. Quicker than a snake’s strike he had pinned Shishido to the wall, pressing the knife to his throat, letting it bite into the skin. “Try that again, and I’ll kill you,” he growled, pressing the knife in more, before hastily turning the other around. “Stick your ass out for me, slut.”

Shishido felt bile rise in his throat, but pushed back the fear and pain as he leaned over with his hands pressed to the wall. He wanted to fight and as prideful as he was…death is a foe that can make even the strongest men bow and tremble at times. He was really just a boy; he wasn’t ready to die. He would take the punishment for the wrong he didn’t commit: to save his life.

Netone pressed the blade to Shishido’s neck, undoing his pants easily. He drew out his length, slamming into the boy without warning or preparation.

Shishido was still tight and hot. No matter how many times it happened he was still as tight as the first time. It would hurt so much. His fingers curled into the wall as his already slick passage clenched around Netone’s engorged flesh. “Ah,” he moaned slightly in pain, forcing himself not to move away or scream. The knife was an affective gag when pressed against an already bleeding throat.

Netone chuckled darkly as he thrusted deeply into the brunette’s body. “That’s it, moan for me you little slut,” he taunted, his free hand gripping Shishido’s hip hard enough to leave sore bruises. He never let up, slamming into the other even after his mind went blank white with his climax.

After several torturous minutes Shishido felt the lax member pull out of his body. He heard a command of get out as his clothes and a cloth was shoved at him. Shishido winced as he stood up, not bothering to clean his thighs, they would get dirty again. When he finished dressing he stumbled out and towards home, keeping the cloth pressed to his neck tightly.

When he finally made it home and slipped in the window he shed the clothes quickly. The boy tossed them aside and a minute later was showering. He cleaned his neck and various other injuries he had gotten. He sighed quietly and stepped out of the spray, drying off.

With trembling fingers he put rubbing alcohol on his neck, biting back a scream of agony. Slowly he bandaged his neck after that, wiping his eyes quickly. Shishido shuddered now that that was done. Tiredly, he moved to his drug stash, taking out a needle and fixing himself up. He could barely move from the pain, and he wondered if he might have a cracked rib.

Drugged and exhausted he was awake for an hour before his body gave out. He passed out on the bed, sprawled on his stomach. He’d sleep all the next day and maybe, just maybe he’d feel better in time to work yet again.

Somewhere in him he seemed to plead with any deity there was to help him out of this life. It brought the boy no hope or peace.

TBC…

Author’s Notes:

So, long in coming…what do you think of this chapter? I hope y’all like it!

Comments help me write faster!

Love y’all! ^_^

Some uploads

2006-08-05T19:45:01Z

Well, I am uploading alllll the music that I have. Because I need to wipe my drive and I don't have enough cds to put all the music on. So here.. lol. There's so much shit here. I tried to give at least a little description with each group and to tell you what country they're from but yeah...Just check it out. ^_^

I would put up the groups that I'm looking for, but likely I won't be around for a while to download them for quiiite a while so I'll deal with it later! <3 Please enjoy the music I uploaded. Say thanks or something because I really spent a lot of time on this...

12012 (Japanese)
I like this band a lot. It's a good kind of indies type Japanese rock band. If you like J-rock you'll like this band.

Calf Love (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/u1p81i

Cheeky Doll (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/am8yqw

Hermit(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8yxhh8

Ice Cold City (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ynek6t

Melancholy (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9xt9qo

My Room Agony (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/red4uh

Queer Passion (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/y7kjqw

The Swim (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nhhp6c

With Swallow (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9xdizy

Wriggle Girls (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0iq9z8

A*Teens (Honestly, I don't know... I remember hearing their Swedish but I'm not sure that makes sense...)
Whatever nationlity this group is...I love them. I think a majority of their songs are more upbeat remakes of ABBA songs. The A in A*Teens stands for ABBA. They do have some original songs, but not many from what I've been able to get. If you like ABBA, you'll like A*Teens, even if you don't like ABBA you might like A*Teens.

Dancing Queen (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wbvtua

Halfway Around the World (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/mymuzy

I Promised Myself (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/kmlwh1

Sugar Rush(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vx3cvj

Take A Chance On Me (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vr9drs

Ace of Bass (American?)
This is techno type music, very catchy. I only have one mp3. I think the song is pretty sexy even if for some reason it strikes me as a really sad. Anyway, I love it and I would highly recommend it.

Don't Turn Around (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jiglce

Across Five Aprils (I would assume American)
Hn...I found this group while looking up suicide on limewire. They're kind of like...they remind me a LOT of Avenged Sevenfold. So if you like AV7 you'd like them. It's kind of very heavy metal screamy death rock type thing. Really nice. I don't know much else about them. I only have this song.

Blue-Eyed Suicide (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/u8q3m0

Aikaryu (Japanese)
Very indies band. ._. SO...indies. They kind of annoy me, but I love their music. I used to have a lot of their music but I don't know what happened to it and now all I have is this PV. The PV isn't all that great, but I like the song. It's kind of cute too. I would suggest checking it out if you like indies bands.

Susume! Pirates (PV)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9mq1v0

Aile (Japanese)
Another indies Japanese band. They're music is awesome. It's typical Japanese indies style, but I really love the vocals on this band for some reason. Again, I only have one song, though I used to have a cd...it was aweosme, but somewhere along the lines I lost it. D:

Higeki Logic (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9oyh7g

Alice Nine (Japanese)
I Don't think this band needs much introduction. They've pretty much already graduated from the indies stage, but something to me still sounds so indies about them, but more refined in a very very good way. I love the vocals in this group and well everything is very well done and they're really great to listen too. Not to mention all the members are pretty damn good looking in my opinion.

Fantasy(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/67pkmv

Aly & AJ (American)
I believe these two girls are 1 sisters(I think...they look a lot alike. XD I could be wrong) and 2 do a lot of stuff for the Disney radio and movies and such. They are very pop like and either really peppy or very mellow ballads. Their songs are very good. I have to admit their audience is probably mainly teenage girls, but I still love them. Rush is my favorite song by them and I think the lyrics are very poignant.

Do You Believe in Magic? (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/q6mc6l

Never Far Behind (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wo8u2j

No One (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nx8onj

Once Upon a Time (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0m297c

Rush (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/mghht0

Something More (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/2bj0ef

Walking On Sunshine (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/tvgq6w

Amanda Scott (Canadian)
Amanda has a beautiful voice. She's...*tries to think of who to compare her to* To me she's like this blend of several really good and popular female artists out there. She has her own style though and her lyrics are generally very beautiful and things that most people would be able to relate to in their lives at some point in time. She's who I usually listen to when I'm feeling depressed and want some good music that's not emo, but still...fits the mood.

Everytime the Phone Rings (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8ht2fg

Getting There (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ok5kvu

Homeless Heart (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9f2uxl

Magic (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/eatwfj

My Real Life (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ohnfqm

Paper Rain (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/102yck

She'll Get Over It (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/f8xmg6

Somebody to Love (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/c4lbgf

You're Not Alone (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/21nwia

Amos Lee (American)
Amos has a very country/bluegrass feel. He's got this kind of soulful, but still...country smooth. But he doesn't have the twang that most people don't like about country music. The music is very fun and interesting to listen to.

Bottom of a Barrel (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/oe9pvb

Angela Aki (Japanese)
I think Angela Aki is one of the most underrated artists out there. She has an amazing voice. Her english is just...wow. And the way she can smoothly transition from Japanese to English is something that is very hard to find. I think her English is even better than Utada Hikaru's. She plays the piano brilliantly and she writes awesome lyrics. This girl is a must download!

Eyes On Me (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wuccjl

Kiss From A Rose (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/2czlxv

We're All Alone (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ad2cod

Anna Tsuchiya (Japanese)
Anna is an awesome jrock singer. She has a unique voice that can be quite breathy or amazingly powerful all in the same song. Sometimes the music can be so damned loud that it drowns her out, but it works with her style. She's one of the best Japanese artists out there right now. I do believe she's only part Japanese. Her mother is Japanese and her Father is Russo-American. Anyway, regardless her english is pretty good and everything about her music is just fun and stunning. A lot of her songs are very sexual and just yeah. ^_^

Ah Ah (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/sb1nca

In My Hands (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zol1kb

Lovin' You (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ps90ia

Slap the Naughty Body (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ivfry4

Taste My Skin (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/f247f3

Zero (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vfw1s7

Arashi (Japanese)
Jpop. Part of Johnny's Ent. You can tell lol. There's just this Johnny's feel to their music. Anyway, I enjoy their music regardless. Really nice voices and music. Something about Johnny's boy bands is that each one is unique even while sounding distinctly Johnny. ._. I have a love/hate relationship with Johnny's patterns. x-x

Kitto Daijoubu (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ufov21

Atsushi Sakurai (Japanese)
I don't really have much to say about him. Jrock I think...pretty good. Not the best out there but not the worst. Worth a try though! ^_^

Fantasy (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9tnspb

Hareruya! (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/enggr1

I Hate You All (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9uw8cp

Marchen (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/62vuc5

Neko (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vd9ss4

Sacrificed (Last confused mix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/kjbkr1

Shingetsu (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/13avfn

Smell (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/lclymn

Taiji (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/12cuve

Wakusei (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7fkcql

Wonderful World (injection to uk mix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ae4ayb

Yellow Pig (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/450vco

Yokan (2004 re-construct) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ty6pv3

X-Lover (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jqe22k

Ayabie (Japanese)
Ayabie I believe is a indies band. They are better than a lot of bands out there. I adore the vocals and guitar riffs in it. They have some nice orchestra blended in now and then that adds a very nice quailty to the music. I love the vocals did I mention? Very easy to listen to. I would highly reccommend this band even if you don't like indies. One thing that gets on my nerves with some songs is that they are too staccato.

Assyuku Roll (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/csykqz

Atama ga Okashii (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/k81rvj

Da-gi-e (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ljv3zg

Glitter Toroupen (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/q1rnxx

Gothic Party Speed Session (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0gd1fs

Japanese Rourezo Caramel Town (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/e7zyq4

Kisumiisunou (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0wlntn

Mazochi -Sangatsu ni Mita Yume no Saikousei- (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jqcs1n

Mimizuku (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wtc5i4

Shikosahoko (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vh56it

Tseppeshi Taberu (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wj6wwl

XT (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8d6j7o

Ayumi Hamasaki (Japanese)
Ayumi really doesn't need a introduction. Most people will know who she is. You either love her or hate her. It took me a while to get used to her voice but now I adore her. Her music is generally unique and awesome. Actually she's like Gackt's female twin. Their voices and styles compliment each other and they're the same just...one has a cock and the other has boobs.

Angel's Song (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/2xgopz

Appears (Armin van Buuren Sunset dub-vocal mix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/m56028

Chobits Ending Theme (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/j7mh8v

Dearest (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vg8cfi

Depend on You (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/05l483

Dolls (Future Breeze Remix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/bpdcqx

Fairyland (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/yl6aa9

Free and Easy (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/hdu5yy

Hanabi (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/yg3tpu

Heaven (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/90hpyq

Hope or Pain (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5wfkzy

Hybrid (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wy50t1

Independant (Dance Nation Remix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/b53phv

Moments (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jnq1it

My Name's WOMEN (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/wf6fko

Real Me (Megara vs. DJ Lee Remix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/g6hfjs

Startin' (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/r0nahk

STEP you (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8jop8l

Still Alone (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/hp2pxg

Teddy Bear (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nk5v03

Trauma (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/hsil7q

Trust (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/d2kxwy

Unite (Psycho Trance Mix) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/rfy9xt

We Wish (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/bwm026

You (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/lt5768

Bella Morte (German)
Somewhat dark and somewhere between rock and techno. If you know who Beborn Beton is that's who this group reminds me of. Some great music if you like music to write depressing things too. XD I love them.

As Heaven Sang (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jtd53q

As We Descend (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8ptsl7

Evensong (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zjvux1

Funeral Night (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/u1br2q

Nevere (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nc7nk9

One Winter's Night (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/loevks

Remains (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/y5guks

Remorse (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/oiz79b

Silver Crosses (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ds5qs0

Stygian Shores (extended) (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/z7zgr7

Bonnie Pink (Japanese)
Bonnie has a really mature sounding voice lol. I love it and it's not like most Japanese female artists out there. She's really easy to listen to and just I don't know. She's got a sweet voice but it doesn't sound like she's been sucking on helium.

A Perfect Sky (PV)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5gce53

Thinking of You (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9zv939

Bonnie Riatt (American?)
Oldies..kind of. ^_^ But still really nice. I Love her voice and she's defiantely worth checking out. ^^

I Can't Make You Love Me (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/373whn

Nobody's Girl (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/tqbsls

FIC: Better Than You 1/1 MizukixYuuta

2006-07-31T20:19:51Z

Title: Better Than Him
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: MizukixYuuta, ShusukexYuuta (implied)
Rating: PG
Warning(s): incest (implied)
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Mizuki wants everything out in the open between himself and Yuuta.
Beginning Notes: For takewing on pot_flashfic. First time writing this pairing o_o Didn’t come very naturally so I’m sorry if you don’t really like it.
Word Count: 1046

~

Yuuta had never really wanted to be with his brother. It was simply the way it had always been. He never had a strong enough will to say no; there was never enough reason to protest. Shusuke never let Yuuta go to far away, but that didn’t mean the younger brother wasn’t always trying.

Finally, after such a long time Yuuta had found an escape. There had been nothing Shusuke could do to stop Yuuta from entering St. Rudolph, from staying at the dorms there. Yuuta had finally escaped his Aniki’s attentions, at least while he was at school. His savior had been none other than Hajime Mizuki. And since the day they met their relationship had deepened quickly.

A few months after living in the dorms at St. Rudolph, staying in Mizuki’s room, the other finally asked the question. Yuuta had known it was inevitable, but had hoped it would never be asked. They were lying on Mizuki’s bed, half-clothed with their limbs tangled together. “Yuuta…” Mizuki started, one hand curling his hair and the other caressing Yuuta’s cheeks, neck and down gently across his arm. “What makes you hate home so much?”

Yuuta blinked and looked away from Mizuki. Shame painted his face red and his throat clenched. How could he tell Mizuki his darkest, most humiliating secret? But he knew he couldn’t lie to him either. “Mizuki…don’t…” he murmured, closing his eyes. Past pain had been evident in them and his fingers curled into the other’s chest. “Please don’t make me talk about it.” He was terrified that Mizuki would leave him if he knew; the thought made him so weak and clingy, so unlike his usual self.

Mizuki’s fingers traced Yuuta’s lips, before leaning in and kissing him firmly. “Nfu, don’t hide things from me, Yuuta-kun,” he murmured, his one hand still curling his hair with his index finger. “Would you rather I ask Shusuke-kun?” he said, hiding a smirk. Mizuki already had a good idea of what was going on. It was simply a matter of Yuuta admitting and filling in the blanks.

Yuuta looked away from Mizuki again, letting out a shuddered breath. “Iie, don’t ask Aniki,” Yuuta said, feeling his throat tighten. He forced his eyes to meet Mizuki’s. Yuuta pulled his head back and sat up. “Aniki…ever since we were little he’d always touch me. When I got a little older he started fucking me,” Yuuta told him, staring at the ceiling, trying his best not to break down in tears. “I never really wanted it, Mizuki. I hate it, but I never knew how to stop him and I could never simply say now.”

Mizuki wasn’t surprised at Yuuta’s confession. He was simply glad to have the truth out in the open between them. Mizuki didn’t want anything to be a wall that would separate them even a little. “I’ll go home with you next time you visit,” he murmured into Yuuta’s ear, wrapping his arms around him. One hand briefly reaching up to wipe off Yuuta’s cheeks of stray tears.

“You don’t have to do that,” Yuuta protested, pulling away from Mizuki’s hold, as comforting as it was it could still feel vindictive and controlling; though Yuuta was used to that from Mizuki. He didn’t Mizuki to come to his home though. He could protect himself from Shusuke’s advances now.

“Nfu, let me handle my destined rival,” Mizuki said, pulling Yuuta back close to him. “I will not let anyone hurt you again,” he solemnly promised as his lips brushed Yuuta’s possessively. He wouldn’t share Yuuta with anyone, most certainly not his destined rival: Shusuke Fuji.

Yuuta sweatdropped and sighed. “I can’t stop you, can I?” he asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice. He really didn’t know how Mizuki had gotten it into his head that he and Shusuke were destined rivals or rivals at all. Yuuta knew that he was Shusuke’s destined rival, or at least the only rival his brother considered a rival and not someone that would just always be less talented than him, but fun to play with. Shusuke even looked down on Tezuka, not that anyone could tell.

Mizuki simply chuckled again as if he knew something Yuuta didn’t know. It was condescending, but anyone who knew Mizuki knew he tended to overestimate himself and his information while underestimating his opponent. It always seemed to get him into trouble. “Just leave it to me, my dearest,” Mizuki smirked, letting out a chuckle again. “Nfu, nfu.”

Yuuta sighed, having a feeling he would regret this. “Hai, I’ll leave it to you just this once,” he said, sighing yet again. He really hoped nothing bad would happen. But…it…was Mizuki. As much as he loved his boyfriend he knew how incompetent he usually was. He has to protect himself and soon Mizuki from his sadistic elder brother.

~

The confrontation with Shusuke had been less painful and hard than Yuuta had thought. Who would think Mizuki would be able to get his brother to concede so easily? Shusuke had promised never to touch Yuuta inappropriately again. All it had taken was six words.

Yuuta and I are in love.

Shusuke had looked at his little brother with a questioning look in his piercing blue eyes. There was something odd there that Yuuta had not seen before. It made his stomach turn.

Is that true, Yuuta?

Hai, Aniki.

Looks like I lost.

With those finally words Shusuke had exited the living room. If one looked closely enough they would see slightly hunched shoulders and a bowed head.

“Yuuta,” the voice called him from the memory.

Yuuta looked up and a rare smile graced his features. “Mizuki,” he said, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, looking up at the ceiling of his room. They were naked, having just gotten out of the shower after a late night romp. “I really love you.”

“Nfu, I know,” Mizuki responded, kissing the other gently. “I love you too, Yuuta Fuji. You are mine and I will always love you better.”

“Better than who?” Yuuta murmured tiredly

“Go to sleep,” Mizuki told the younger Fuji sibling and the latter obeyed.

~

Outside the room was the silhouette in the pale moonlight of a sad and lonely figure.

THE END

Author’s notes:

I’m really sorry if you didn’t like this fic. It was very difficult to write and somehow I don’t think I got my point across (muses: There was a point?). I really hope you enjoyed it. At least a little. <3 Love y’all! Please comment.

DRABBLE: Don't Cry Out Loud 1/1 Jincentric

2006-07-25T04:43:48Z

Title: Don’t Cry Out Loud
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: KAT-TUN
Pairing: Jin Akanishi
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Can someone call the wambulance?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jin or KAT-TUN
Summary: Unrequited love isn’t pretty like they make it in the movies. Life doesn’t come with happy endings in a box, tied with a big red bow in the last ten minutes of the show.
Beginning Notes: Well, this is my first fic thing in the fandom and what not. I’m kind of winging Jin as how my Jin muse announced himself. This is the way he just came to me…I haven’t really researched him at all so I don’t know if he’s true to life or not. Hope you will enjoy and comment.
Word Count: 489

~

Jin knew he was an idiot, in more ways than one, but this had to be the stupidest most idiotic thing he had ever done. It was bad enough falling for someone who might not like you because you’re not their type, but it’s entire different thing when the person isn’t even the right sexuality; there’s no chance in hell and no way to even hope for something. He had known ever since he had met Koki Tanaka that Koki was straight. He looked straight, he acted straight, he was the epitome of straightness. Yet, in all his stupidity Jin had fallen in love.

The brunette wasn’t the type to show the pain he felt each time Koki would make an offhand remark about him being the only guy he would kiss or something of that sort. Jin would make an upbeat reply and pretend it was all just a joke. He knew it was to Koki. He would always joke back. There were times when he’d crawl on Koki’s lap even though he was a lot bigger and mess with Koki, pretending. As long as Koki didn’t know the truth he could do it.

It had been several years and no one knew Jin’s secret. He didn’t think anyone even suspected. He wondered what Koki would say if he found out. Would their friendship be ruined? But what kind of friendship did they really have when Jin had thrown up the Great Wall of China between them. Jin had the growing feeling of guilt that he was lying to Koki and that it was really, really something horrible. He was a horrible person and Koki would hate him not only for loving him but also for lying for so long.

“Yo Jin, you alright?” Koki said, hitting the other’s forehead to get his attention. They had been playing video games and suddenly Jin had seemed to just zone out and forget he was doing something. Koki noticed Jin doing it a lot lately and he was worried for his friend.

Jin blinked and looked up. “Aa, gomen!” he said, licking the corner of his lip slowly as he tried to catch up in the racing game they were playing though his car had taken most of the damage it could handle already. “Gah! I’m definitely going to lose!” he whined, kicking out his feet. “You suck, Koki!”

Koki laughed and shook his head. “In your wet dreams,” he teased, as innocent as such teasing could be, winning and tossing the controller aside. He didn’t notice the shamed and hurt look that flashed on Jin’s face. He never did and probably never would.

Jin took a deep breath and pushed the pain back. He wouldn’t cry. He never cried, never showed how he felt. “Yeah yeah, you wish, asshole,” he laughed tackling the other and tickling him. Inside he was crying but never, never would he cry out loud.

THE END

Author’s Notes: Short and bitter. Hope you liked. Comments are loved.

Uploads

2006-07-15T19:36:49Z

Hey all!

So it's been a while since I uploaded music. But here I am. Lots of different type of stuff as always. I TRIED to put the nationality of the band but it's possible I could be wrong so don't kill me if I am.

I have some requests, hope you don't mind...It's a long list but oh well...I've gotten back a lot of what I lost with my last computer fuck up but there are some bands and stuff I still want but lack.

Any foreign music. I'd really love some European, non Japanese/Korean/Chinese asian music.

There's a french female singer I'm looking for...all I know is that her first name is SOMETHING like Emili but that's not it exactly...She's kind of techno/pop/rock/operaish all in one.

Specific bands/singers:

HOT
DBSK
The Flare
KAT-TUN
News
W-inds
FLAME
X-Japan
The Trax
Mika Nakashima
Yuna Ito
Cauterize
SID
Gazette
Nightmare
Rammstein
PIERROT
Pencillin
Jewelry
Diary of Dreams
The TRAX
Soilwork
Mindless Self Indulgence (MSI)
Kirito (live mp3s and PVs and any live performances)

That's all I can think of but if you think you have some music that I might like throw it at me. I like any genre. ^_^

Cauterize (American)
Cauterize is a severely underrated indie band. They're REALLY good. Their music, lyrics, vocals are just really good. The vocals are pretty unique to me and for some people I think it's the type of vocals you'd have to let grow on you like Kirito, etc. But it's a really amazing group and they're worth a try.

Dare You To Scream (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/w7hn6h

Charlotte Church (Welsh)
You either hate Charlotte or you love her. She's talented and had her first CD come out when she was 13. She's gained international recognition for her classical vocals and yeah. I love her and everything lol. Her Enchantment CD will always be my favorite. She did a lot of amazing work on it and I don't think anything previously or since has been as good as that CD.

All Love Can Be (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zuba7k

Can't Help Loving Dat Man(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/8j9n47

Clavier (Japanese)
Clavier is an uber cute group to me. They're awesome and their music is good. It's got this cute vibe to the rock and the vocalist is just...x-x his voice is CUTE. ._. Yes Clavier is good if you like cute rock. :D Check them out.

Ashita Tenki Ni Naare (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/gdvncm

Hana (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/96c1o0

Happy Summer Paradise (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7iw51e

D'espairs Ray (Japanese)
A dark metal Jrock band. One of my favorites as well. Hizumi's vocals are one of a kind and I love him to death. Their very talented muscians and the music to me is kind of sexy, but maybe that is simply Hizumi's voice O.o He does have a sexy voice.

Born (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/f0lt4f

Reddish [diva version] (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/dqjdhz

Diary of Dreams (German)
Diary of Dreams is kind of darkwave techno I guess. It's really nice. The kind of typical deep german male voice. Pretty smooth. I like them, but this is the only song I have of theirs.

Traumtänzer (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/hlyjyq

EVE (Korean)
The first song I heard by EVE was a long time ago. It was called Vampire and at the time I didn't know where to find more of them, but now I think I pretty much have every song of theirs. The vocalist is very impressive, but sometimes I think he's overpowered by the music and that can detract from the song. I think some of their songs are just mixed really badly. But overall they're a great band and worth the download.

Confession (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/a6bfcb

Yellow Rose (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/ztcnkk

Jump5 (American)
I sometimes want to shoot myself when listening to Jump5. They're a "christian" band. Not really, but they claim it. Some of their songs you can KINDA tell but most just sound like teen love songs and like a mainstream teen band. It was made up of three girls and two guys, but then...Libby(i think) left. Anyway, if you like upbeat pop you will love Jump5. Don't be turned off by the fact that their a "christian" band. They have good music that's really not...christian. lol. I discovered them through the Disney radio. O.o Yes Shoot me. x-x

All I Can Do (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/2j52m1

The Meaning of Life (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/mrk6j9

When I Say Your Name (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/6sbbeb

Junoon (Pakistani)
This is probably the first Pakistani modern music that I've heard. They're pretty good and I like listening to them. It's not ALL that modern. Sounds kind of late 80s/early 90s style to me but who am I to judge? It's good music and realllllllly nice vocals. This guy has a highish voice but it's really easy to listen too.

Khoeey Ankhein (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/m9fkvy

Kana (Japanese)
Kana...is...I haven't listened to her much. Her voice is very unique...and interesting. The music is kind of rock/pop/techno. x-x It's good. lol. Sometimes her voice grates on my nerves but overall I like her.

Mirukii [milky] (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/jx420t

Toraboruta(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/xxvsah

Kim Sa Rang (Korean?)
Kim Sa Rang...is very mellow and good music in my opinion. Some of the songs are a bit iffy when it comes to that description, but still. I love to listen to him when I want to relax. He's got a smooth voice that just kind of soothes you. ^_^

Never (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/x86p97

Run (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/npuqc2

Kirito (Japanese)
Kirito is my all time favorite singer. He's the ex-vocalist of PIERROT (since they disbanded and all that). He's amazing both in the group and his solo career. His voice is a little rough if you're listening to him for the first time, but it's so worth it to keep listening. He's brilliant and just...mmm...not to mention...take a look at him lol.

Door (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/782vzs

Hameln (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/raemlr

Inner Cutter (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/gvshn0

machine (Japanese)
machine is made up of Hakuei (solo artist and vocalist of PENICILLIN) and Kiyoshi. If you know anythinga bout Hakuei you know that his style of music and his voice is very unique. It can require some getting used to but it grows on you and you really come to appreciate his talent and genius. I personally like machine a LOT better than PENICILLIN. There is somethinga bout PENICILLIN that I really don't like that much and I've never been able to pinpoint it, but machine is amazing. ^_^ One of my favorite bands.

Atomic God (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vratz7

Loud (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7lvbmr

U gene (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5vqhe8

Moon Hee Jun (Korean)
Moon Hee Jun is one of the most talented Korean singers in my opinion. His music never ceases to amaze me. He has a wide variety of songs and just...he's creative and his music definately can't bore you. ^^ Not to mention his gorgeous voice.

Falling Into You (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/p5fkia

I (Human Indiviual Cloning) (Mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/tj87jn

Sothun Gobeg (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/yins67

Nsync (American)
Do they need an introduction? If you don't know who they are you're either not from America or you've been living in a box

Tearing Up My Heart (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/zec48r

PIERROT (Japanese)
PIERROT is my all time favorite band. I was very sad when they broke up but they gave us a decade of good music it was their right to move on with their lives. Their new projects are looking good espeically Kirito's. Anyway there is no band like PIERROT. They are one of those extremely original sounding bands that you really don't know who to compare them to because there is NO ONE to compare them too. Anyway, check them out if you haven't already.

Overdose (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/42rho6

Salvia (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7vk2br

Virtual Age (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0vpfv9

Revolting Cocks (American)
Revolting Cocks is one of those underrated bands. They're dark, perverse and evilish. A way better type of Rob Zombie. They're more talented and just better lol. I love them and you should too. They're just the type of band that doesn't get as much credit as they should because they do too much shit...They tour a lot with Ministry from what I've picked up. A lot of you must be 21 or over concerts.

Do You Think I'm Sexy [Rod Stewart cover](mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/7c4nek

Physical (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/apaubi

Soilwork (Swedish I think...)
Soilwork is dark, metal music. It's in english and pretty easy to understand actually. I really enjoy their music. It's loud without being...annoying and hurting my ears. He's got a kind of screamy voice without actually screaming. It's really deep and yeah.

Light the Torch (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/rneoqo

No More Angels (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/utl3ns

Spice Girls (American)
You can kill me lol. The Spice Girls are an old American Girl Band...from like the 90s...I never liked them much at the time, but lately I've downloaded some of their music and liked it. So yeah...If you like pop...there kind of dusty icons.

C'mon C'mon(mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/5tde7d

Wannabe (mp3)
http://www.sendspace.com/file/qry715

Okay and I'm tired of uploading now so yeah. Take what's there and enjoy! ^_^ I'll try to make a playlist to post sometime...Anyway, you can feel free to friend my personal journal, anestel or my writing/graphics/drawing/music journal, aijis_muse. O.o Just tell me so I can add you back.

FIC: Love Don't Cost A Thing 3/15

2006-07-13T21:02:48Z

Title: Love Don't Cost a Thing
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtobexShishido, ShishidoxvariousOMC
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): prostitution, non-con, rape, cross-dressing, minors in sexual situations
Disclaimer: All non-original characters belong to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Shishido was never one of the rich kids. When his father loses his job it changed going to Hyotei from difficult to impossible.
Beginning Notes: WOOT! Chapter Three!! <3 Leave me comments! <3 Oh an dI’ll be the first to say there are some unrealistic elements to the story, but it is fiction after all. x-x Oh lol. Btw…my Shishido muse is obsessed with the song Stand Still, Look Pretty by The Wreckers. x-x imagine that lol. I think it fits him pretty well in general…
Word Count: 1788

~

Chapter One
Chapter Two

Chapter Three

His eyes opened slowly, staring at the blurry red numbers on his clock. They widened when the numbers registered in his mind. He was waking up 30 minutes late. Atobe and Sakaki would kill him. He pushed the blanket away from himself, and almost blindly pulled on clothes, gritting his teeth against the pain. His head still felt woozy from the heroin, but he ignored it as he stumbled into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Within a few minutes he left home and ran to the bus, which would let him off a block from the school. The ride seemed to long and Shishido was fidgeting as sitting was extremely uncomfortable and each movement brought pain. How was he supposed to play like this? He pushed the thought back. There was nothing he could do about it, he’d just have to act as normal as possible.

Practice was well under way when he changed out and got to the court. “Shishido, you’re late. There is no excuse for tardiness. This will not happen again,” was Sakaki’s relatively light reprimand. Shishido was relieved he didn’t receive a harsher lecture. He wasn’t out of the woods yet though…

“Shishido, Ore-sama wants to know why you are late,” Atobe said, sauntering to the other after Sakaki had left. He flipped his hair extravagantly and looked at Shishido carefully. The shorter boy was most definitely hiding something and Atobe was determined to find out what it was.

“I slept late,” Shishido answered simply, fidgeting under Atobe’s gaze. He had a love/hate relationship with that piercing look, but at the moment it was definitely more hate.

“You never sleep late. Tell Ore-sama what’s wrong,” Atobe said and though he sounded concerned he was still demanding an answer with that arrogant air about him. Atobe never openly showed concern, but once you knew him you picked up on the undertones in his speech that betrayed more emotion than he’d ever really show.

“Just forget it and tell me how many laps to run,” Shishido said, looking to the side. He really hated how that gaze made him feel sometimes. On top of that he was terrified of Atobe seeing how disgusting and dirty he had become now. The thought turned his stomach and made him want to dive into that new drug-induced world he had found earlier with his first go at heroin. He knew he had to get through this. He wouldn’t always have to be this way; it would just be till his father got hired at a good company again.

“Just go practice with Ohtori, you’ll run your laps at a later time. Ore-sama has a headache,” Atobe said, moving off towards the clubhouse to do only Ore-sama knows what.

Shishido was a little surprised at Atobe’s passiveness, but quickly shoved it back all but limping to where Ohtori was practicing somewhat leisurely with Yuushi and Mukahi. “Hey,” he said, getting his racket. He really hoped they wouldn’t notice the bruises on his neck. He was sure Atobe had though and the thought filled him with shame again. He didn’t want Atobe to think…It didn’t matter though, maybe he had liked Atobe, but now he would never be good enough; he wouldn’t be good even after he was able to go back to a normal life.

“Shishido-san did you hear me?” Ohtori said, having moved close to Shishido. He was studying his doubles partner and friend’s face with an innocent and curious gaze.

Shishido blinked back to reality and berated himself mentally. He had to like himself not a weak, sniveling distant bitch. “Sorry, Ohtori,” he muttered, gripping his racket and staring at the netting, messing with it absently. “Let’s just practice,” he added, popping his neck.

“Hai, Shishido-san…”

~

Shishido had finally gotten Ohtori to stop asking what was wrong. Yuushi and Mukahi had even seemed concerned for their prideful teammate. “I’m sorry,” Shishido finally burst out to the three, unable to bear playing more and to stay under the concerned looks. His body was throbbing with pain and he couldn’t keep up the act for much longer; not that it was much of an act, seeing as he was humiliating himself with his playing.

He left Ohtori still looking worried and concerned. It had taken five minutes to deter the white haired boy from following him. He had almost made it to the clubhouse when he let out a small groan as someone patted his ass from behind. He turned around and saw Atobe, scowling to hide his horrified look. “Don’t touch me you bastard,” He said, pushing the other away roughly and going into the clubhouse.

Atobe followed Shishido his eyes narrowed angrily as he grabbed the other and forced him to turn around. “Who have you let touch you, Shishido,” he said, his grip painful on Shishido’s upper arms.

“None of your goddamned business!” Shishido growled at Atobe, pulling at his arms. “Let me the fuck go,” he demanded. Like he’d ever let Atobe know about his new ‘job’.

Atobe scowled, the harsh look marring his young aristocratic face. “If you let it affect your playing this afternoon you’ll tell me the truth or you’re off the team,” Atobe threatened, turning and walking away from Shishido. He had too or he would have hit Shishido, who was one person he had no intention of disrespecting like that. “Ore-sama doesn’t like being denied, na Kabaji?” he said as he passed the tennis player who had just come to find Atobe.

“Usu.”

Atobe would find out what was going on with Shishido. Not only for the team, but for himself. Things like this couldn’t be rushed though; Atobe was patient when need be. If he rushed he could ruin it all.

Patience was a virtue.

~

Normally lectures were boring. On a normal day he would take notes with half his mind and think about tennis and/or Atobe with the other half. He usually thought about Atobe Keigo a lot. Oftimes he wondered if he was cursed, perhaps bewitched was a better word to describe it.
Today, however, Shishido was asleep during the lectures. Thoughts of Atobe still haunted him, but in the form of sweat inducing terrifying nightmares. The images of seeing Atobe catching Shishido being paid for sex, watching him in the act were burned deeply into Shishido’s mind and heart.

It was a good and lucky thing he supposed later that he hadn’t woken up screaming in horror during class. That would have only brought more attention to him. Attention was something he most certainly didn’t need. Instead a hand shaking his shoulder forced him awake with a start. “Nanda…” he mumbled sleepily.

“Class is over. Ore-sama is disappointed in your behavior. You will run 200 laps. Change out and get started,” Atobe said, walking away with his jacket on his shoulders, not looking back as he was confident in Shishido obeying his orders without question.

Shishido blinked several times as he grabbed his backpack and headed towards the clubhouse. His ass was still throbbing but he couldn’t imagine how it would feel afterwards. He was vaguely upset about Atobe not even giving him a chance to answer a few minutes before. He sighed. It didn’t matter and why did Atobe walking away bother him anyway? It’s not like he didn’t do it all the time. “Asshole,” he still muttered under his breath.

~

After his laps Shishido faced a long practice. Even though each move was intense pain he pridefully or maybe stubbornly ignored the pain, gripping his racket and playing like the regular he was. It was a far throw from his performance that morning. AT least this would get rid of most of the worried questions and scolding.

When Atobe finally let them stop Shishido ran more laps. He could barely move at all by this time, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t take a shower with everyone and expose the bruises all over his lower body. He watched the clubhouse, making sure everyone had left before he walked inside quietly. He let out a loud breath, thankful that Atobe for once had been among the first to leave. The way the captain acted earlier made him think that he would really need to be careful if he didn’t want to be caught.

Slowly he removed his sweat soaked clothes and got into the shower. He made it a quickie. He wanted to get home and to go to bed. He would have to make it through another tense dinner with his parents before he could find release.

The bus ride came and went and he made the short trek from the stop to his house without much thought. His bags slipped off his shoulders as soon as he stepped in the door. He could hear his mother calling to him that dinner was ready. She sounded different today. He didn’t think much of it though, slipping on his house slippers and putting his hat on one of the tables just inside the door.

~

Dinner was quiet and tense as it had been and Shishido pushed the food around his plate. He wasn’t hungry. He wanted to go to his room and get into that stash of his. It was really nice…He sighed and forced the bland and meager dinner down his throat, feeling his stomach try to revolt in protest to the food being shoved down.

“Ryo, I got a job today,” his mother said, smiling at him. “It’s not as much as your father was making…but we can make the ends meet. We wouldn’t be able to if Sakaki-san wasn’t taking care of your tuition while you’re father looks for a job. Thank him again for us.”

Shishido looked at his mother and then his father who looked less than happy. “Aa…” he muttered. He knew what his father was feeling. It was self-loathing that he couldn’t provide for his wife and son. He was so prideful and now it hurt Shishido to see his father so ashamed and near broken; he knew it would be worse if his father found out the depths that Shishido had stooped to. “Excuse me,” Shishido said and left abruptly, hearing his mother asking a concerned question which he simply ignored.

When he was in the refuge of his room he grabbed the heroin and needles, sitting on the bed. He’d do this and then go to bed after the bliss wore off some or he just might pass out. As he pressed the needle into his arm he wondered if this was the life he was now doomed to live. In just a few hours he would be selling his body again.

TBC…

Author’s Notes:

So what did you think of this chapter? I took forever to put it out, but I hope it was worth the wait. ^_^ Please comment. <3 Feedback encourages me to write.

Love y’all!

FIC: Camera Lens 1/1 AkutsuxTaichi

2006-07-09T20:36:59Z

Title: Camera Lens
Author: Anestel and Complexalley
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com and grievers_silence@hotmail.com
Livejournal: anestel and complexalley
Writing Journal: aijis_muse and tricked_mind (not quite open yet)
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AkutsuxDan
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): bastard!Akutsu, public sex
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Taichi’s a little stalker freak and Akutsu’s a closet softy.
A/N: For erotic_pot’s Pairing of the Week 4 contest. ^_^ Check it out. Muwahahahaha. Me and Nana are so good together. XD She wrote Taichi and I wrote Akutsu. ^_^
Word Count: 7910

~

Akutsu was not the type to hang out with people, especially when they didn’t have alcohol or cigarettes to trade for his time. But Taka was an old friend, yes he did consider him a friend, but if you found that out he’d kill you. In any case, he had been playing tennis with Taka all afternoon and come dusk he was exhausted. “You have money?”

“Ano…yeah…” Taka said, knowing that he would be paying for whatever Akutsu had in mind. He probably wouldn’t have any money left afterwards, least Akutsu had a habit of paying him back. His father wouldn’t be to happy if he found out though, but his dad never asked about how he spent his money so there was really no reason to worry.

“Come on then,” Akutsu said, tossing the racket he’d borrowed from Taka at the other boy and watching as he fought back the ‘BURNING’ mode, putting it away. He walked on, without waiting on the other, turning his long stride in the direction of a nice smoothie place. One could only hope he wouldn’t see anyone that knew him there; Taka got upset if he knocked people around.

Taka hurried to catch up to Akutsu and soon they were entering the smoothie place, and up to the counter where Taka gave a nervous smile to the girl who looked terrified of Akutsu. He placed his order and then waited on Akutsu to give his. Soon they had their smoothies and went to a booth in the back, where the lighting was dimmer. Probably because Akutsu didn’t want anyone to know he was doing something so friendly as having smoothies with a guy that could make Mother Teresa look stingy and mean.

Just across the way Mukahi and Taichi were coming from their weekly Data Club meeting. Notebooks in hand while giggling and laughing together about how Inui had tricked everyone into drinking his juice except them. Now they were off to the smoothie place to grab their usual strawberry-banana and kiwi-watermelon summer chilling goodness. Little did they know that Taichi would have the perfect chance to sneak another photo of Akutsu Jin to add to his growing collections.

Taichi was giggling behind his notebook as they came up to the counter. The boy’s head bobbing to a song that filled his head and made him smile. Taichi was a vibrant kid who loved to be around people. But he loved being around Akutsu more than anyone, even Sengoku Kiyosumi on occasion.

Mukahi ordered their smoothies and nudged Taichi once he had turned around to lean back against the counter. Taichi had given him an odd look before the other had motioned to a table in the corner. Upon seeing Akutsu, Taichi had given a small squeal and started fumbling through his bag to get out his camera, he had recently joined a summertime photography class and was doing pretty well in it. Holding the camera up a flash went off and then he focused in on Akutsu drinking his smoothie and another flash went off. Taichi was smiling and started putting the camera lens cap back on to tuck it back into his bag. Mukahi merely snickered at the boy next to him.

Akutsu ignored it when he thought he heard the squeal of that annoying little kid. He swore when he came around he couldn’t get a moment’s peace. He’d much prefer to live in a dark hole for the rest of his life. It was then as he was drinking his smoothie that a flash went off in his and Taka’s direction. He growled and stood up, looking around and spotting the two by the counter. Looked like one of Hyotei’s snobs, the monkey one on crack? Didn’t matter he was sure that it had been Taichi that had taken that picture. “Give it to me, kid,” he said when he got up to him, looking down at him menacingly.

Taka scratched his head when Akutsu got up and then blinked. “Ano…Akutsu…” he said, coming up behind him. “It’s not a big deal, let’s go,” he said, not wanting to see a little cute kid get beat up. Not to mention Akutsu had already gotten them banned from several places. A glare from the other shut Taka up though and he kind of fidgeted hoping this wouldn’t turn into a big fight.

Taichi was smiling at Mukahi, as they were basically eye level with each other. Both of them barely pushing 5'0". Mukahi was handing Taichi his drink as a shadow fell over them. Both small boys blinked and looked up only to see, to them, the giant that was Akutsu. Taichi squeaked and backed up towards Mukahi, bowing his head a little and stuttering with every little ounce of flesh on his body. "A-akutsu-sempai.." He swallowed thickly and gripped at his drink.

That would be the moment Mukahi felt he did much better service if he stood up for the little fellow, even if Akutsu could squish them both easily in one swipe. Mukahi stood up firm behind Taichi and gave the others shoulder a good, encouraging squeeze, nodding to him.

Taichi was trembling as his voice came out in the softest little tone. "G-give you w-what? My s-smoothie?" The last part squeaked a little and Taichi lifted the kiwi-watermelon smoothie up to Akutsu, his hips shifting his messenger bag behind him more and between him and Mukahi. He didn't want to lose the pictures.

“Give me the damn camera before I fucking take it from you,” Akutsu said, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to the two. He took the smoothie from Taichi anyway and set it back on the counter as he leaned down so that his face was pushed menacingly into the other’s.

“Akutsu…” Taka tried again putting his hand on the silver-haired boy’s shoulder, but was shrugged off. It’s not like he had his racket to make in assertive. “Come on, Akutsu…”

“Fuck off, Taka before I punch your brains out,” Akutsu warned even though he didn’t pull away from Taichi. “Now you little stalker freak give me the damn camera.”

Taichi was backing up against Mukahi until he was plastered against him. His shoulders lifted and his eyes slowly lining with tears. The insult cutting into him deeply as he sniffled some and whispered. "I'm not a little stalker freak… I just.. h-happened to see you on my weekly smoothie with M-mukahi-san.."

Mukahi thought Taichi was actually holding up pretty well against Akutsu. But, would they be running for their life soon? Mukahi's hands slowly and unnoticeably slipped into Taichi's bag, taking the camera and transferring it to his own bag, hoping no one saw the movements. That selfish, pig-headed brute didn't need to be picking on Taichi. Mukahi would never understand what his little friend saw in the silverback gorilla.

Taichi was trembling visibly now and the green headband slowly slipped down and a little over his right eye. He let out a little breath and wish he hadn't worn it today, his right hand shakily coming up to push it back into place.

Akutsu growled and grabbed Mukahi’s bag, getting it off of him and taking the camera out of it, smashing it with one hand. “Don’t fucking go around taking pictures of me. Ya little brat. If I wanted ya to take my pictures I would fucking tell you too,” he growled, tossing the broken camera at Taichi. “Don’t try it again. The camera won’t be the only thing broken.”

“That was too much, Akutsu!” Taka protested, frowning as he looked at Taichi. He wondered again why he was friends with Akutsu, but he knew that the other really wasn’t that bad if you didn’t piss him off somehow. Taichi Dan seemed to piss him off more easily than most people, even if the kid could usually get away with anything. Taka had seen Taichi tell Akutsu to do something and Akutsu just kinda grunt; not that he actually DID it, but still…He didn’t beat him up or tell him not to tell him what to do either…Akutsu Jin was a very strange boy.

Taichi yelped and gave a small cry, tears instantly coming up and falling down his cheeks when he saw the camera break. There was more on there then just that stupid blockhead. Taichi's eyes kind of narrowed at Akutsu as his voice came out in small pained sound. "You asshole! You're a horrible monster!" He clung to his camera and whispered softly that he was going. Grabbing his smoothie and walking past Akutsu, giving a nice serve of the smoothie with the top off right into Akutsu's face.

Mukahi was shocked by the crude bruteness of Akutsu, and then trying not to laugh at the aftermath of it. Once he saw the smoothie go into Akutsu's face he snickered and winked at the silver haired boy, walking by him and giving a little wave. Maybe the crush was over now? Considering his prized camera that cost nearly $200 was now in shattered pieces and the pictures for the club and many other class project photos were down the drain..? Well maybe Taichi would sulk for a week and probably be back on his Akutsu Jin trip. But Mukahi hoped not.

Akutsu almost felt sorry when Taichi started crying but the smoothie to his face changed his mind and he simply growled and wiped his face off. He was about to go after the little shrimp when Taka grabbed his arms and pulled him back to their booth.

“Cool off, Akutsu,” Taka said, pushing the other’s smoothie to him and sipping his own. He thought maybe he should talk to Yuki-san about putting Akutsu into an anger management class, but then again she’d probably tried before. Akutsu had probably beat up the class and teacher. Taka really needed to find someone less troublesome to hang out with, but then again Akutsu might hit him if he said no to hanging out.

“Stupid brat,” Akutsu muttered and if someone didn’t know better they would think he was sulking.

“You like him don’t you?” Taka ventured to ask. He was risking his life but he could get away with stuff just as Taichi usually could.

“He’s a brat,” Akutsu said, and that would translate to a yes in Akutsunese. Of course he would never just straightforward admit it, but he didn’t tell Taka to fuck off and he most certainly didn’t punch his lights out. So all in all, it was obvious that Akutsu did in fact like Taichi; a little to much for his own comfort which is why he would never admit it. Akutsu Jin did not have a heart, at least he wasn’t supposed too.

Taichi and Mukahi had made it all the way to the curb before Mukahi had to walk all the way back and past Akutsu's table to get another smoothie for Taichi who was sniffling and wiping his eyes and trying to fix his camera in a last ditch effort to save it.

Mukahi was muttering something about Akutsu being a dumb retarded asshole as he walked by, bumping into the table and blinking innocently, having knocked Akutsu's smoothie into his lap. "Oops…" He snorted and continued on his way for another kiwi-watermelon smoothie. Hopefully it'd cheer the little tyke up. If all else failed Mukahi would take Taichi to a chocolate store. That usually worked.

Taichi gave a small cry of frustration and practically threw the camera before blinking and wondering if he could fix the roll of film, hoping maybe it wasn't damaged. Maybe, just maybe, he could save the Data Club photos and the photography project photos. It'd be his somewhat, but not really, lucky day.

Akutsu growled and got up, shaking Taka’s hand off his arm and going and grabbing the back of Mukahi’s shirt, and turning him around. He slammed him into the counter, glaring down at him. “Little bitch, you should learn not to mess with me,” he growled down at Mukahi his hand coming down in a harsh backhand; it was a bit merciful when he would normally simply punch someone.

“Akutsu! Dame!” Taka protested, trying to pull Akutsu off but he was shrugged away.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Akutsu scowled, glaring down at Mukahi. “Apologize, bitch.”

Mukahi let out a surprised yelp coupled with a pained groaned as his eyes clenched shut and he shook his head. There was no way in hell he'd apologize to Akutsu when the other had been so mean to Taichi. Mukahi sneered a little when he remembers Taichi bursting into tears and smirked at Akutsu. "You don't deserve an apology." His voice had been strained enough as it is from the pain but now it held venom.

Taichi had heard Taka and his friends pained sounds and dropped his bag and camera, running to help Mukahi. "LET GO OF HIM YOU PIG!" Taichi cried out and started pulling on Akutsu's arm, tears coming more so than before. He didn't want Mukahi hurt because of him. And he didn't know what was going on either.. But he wouldn't allow this no matter how small he was.

Mukahi blinked and gave a rasped groan. "Taichi… don't… just stay out of it." He almost begged the other but he knew Taichi wouldn't listen. He was probably just as stubborn as the blockhead Akutsu.

Akutsu hit his arm back, knocking Taichi away and pressing Mukahi down more. “Apologize, or you’ll never walk again,” he threatened, his eyes flashing angrily almost insanely as if something had snapped in his head and he had lost it.

Taka was actually worried. Akutsu didn’t lose control and this looked like he had. He wasn’t sure what to do about it, but he moved to Taichi, helping the boy up and making sure he didn’t get near Akutsu again. If Akutsu had snapped like he thought he had even if he DID like Taichi he wouldn’t be able to stop the monster in him.

Mukahi gave a small cry and arched up, whispering. "Gomen nasai…" He swallowed tightly and let out a breath. He loved tennis too much to give up the ability to walk.

Taichi cried out and tried to get to Mukahi again, ignoring the pain in his side from having landed into a table. He practically clung to Taka as his face buried itself into the others arm. He didn't want anyone hurt. And it was all because he was a stupid little freak stalker… He swore from that moment on he'd never go near Akutsu Jin ever again. And if by some odd chance he crossed paths with the brute he'd quickly leave the vicinity.

Akutsu tossed Mukahi too the side and looked at Taichi, snarling. “Get away from the brat,” he said, glaring at Taka, curling his fists and aiming it for Taka’s face.

Taka managed to just barely dodge the punch, pushing Taichi towards Mukahi. “Akutsu…get ahold of yourself!” he tried to reason with the boy, grabbing his arms and trying to hold them down, hoping that Taichi and Mukahi were leaving by then.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Akutsu yelled at Taka, shoving him back, growling. “Don’t ever touch him again!” he sneered.

Mukahi winced when he had landed on his bag. Gathering his stuff up only in time to catch Taichi when the other was pushed at him.

Taichi wasn't one to stand by anymore, he wouldn't. When he landed against Mukahi he bounced away from him and looked up at Taka and Akutsu with a tear streaked face. "DAME!" His panicked, wounded voice lifting into the air as he choked on a sob. "DAME! DAME! DAME!" He was tired of the violence.

Mukahi blinked and adjusted everything on him so he could pull Taichi away. Gently touching the others arm and trying to tug him away.

Taka looked at Taichi and then grabbed Akutsu’s face, forcing his gaze down to the other’s tear-streaked face. “Akutsu…look what you’re doing,” he said, his grip tight as he used his other arm to hold the other’s arm in a shaky but relatively strong grip. “Stop this stupidity, ima.”

Akutsu growled and tried to pull his head away not wanting to see Taichi’s tears. He finally managed to pull away and shoved Taka back, stomping off to go find someone with cigarettes and beer. He didn’t need this shit. He didn’t care about Taichi. He really didn’t feel anything akin to guilt when he saw the other crying. No, he didn’t, because he was Akutsu Jin. He wouldn’t admit it. Never.

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The night came and left quickly. Mukahi had taken Taichi home and retired to his own house later on after checking with the tyke to make sure he was absolutely okay.

Taichi was one who just stuck with what he promised. He couldn't believe the earlier events of the day. He lay soaking in his nice hot bath replaying the events time and time again. Trying to grasp what could've happened. What made Akutsu Jin what he was but he never came to any conclusions. And why on earth had he nearly punched Taka for touching him? Or was it that Akutsu had aimed for Taichi and missed because he was so small? But why would Akutsu be mad at Taichi for touching Taka?

Taichi gave a loud sigh and slowly slipped completely under the water, blowing some bubbles on his descent. He'd never understand that guy. And he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore. Akutsu had never hurt him before.. Maybe Taichi really was just a little pest to him. Well… Taichi had decided to completely leave Akutsu alone.. for good.

The next morning came as a blur for Taichi as he didn't particular feel like going to school and potentially seeing that monster. Not like he ever went to school for anything really anyways. More just to torment poor students.

Taichi continued down the walkway towards his school, continuing to replay things over in his head, happy he had saved the roll of film in his camera. Not all of the negatives had been exposed to the light, which was good. All the really important ones would be saved and he'd get his grade and be happy. Now the tough part was getting through the day at school without even getting a glimpse of Akutsu.

Akutsu was leaning against one of the walls on Taichi’s way to school and moved in front of him when the smaller boy finally made it to the point he was waiting. He thrust a sack in the other’s face. “Take it, kid,” he said gruffly, waiting for the other to accept it before he headed off to wherever he was going (which definitely would not be school).

Taichi recoiled quickly when he had seen the shadow come in front of him and then seen Akutsu. He blinked at that brown sack and licked his lips, hesitantly taking it, trembling and swallowing. Suddenly wondering if it a human heart or pig intestines. That'd be gross… He started to open the bag, looking into it.

All that was in the bag was an expensive camera. Akutsu had left by the time that the other had opened and looked in the bag his, swaggering off to…again god knows where. He was probably going to end up at some older person’s house doing drugs or something else illegal.

Taichi was speechless as he stared at the camera. He wanted to ask Akutsu why he had bought him such an expensive camera.. But the other was already gone. He slowly pulled the camera from the bag and looked it over, approving at it. As it was actually a better model than his last one. He blinked and licked his lips; amazed Akutsu had the money for it.. Or that he'd buy such an expensive camera… Just for him. He carefully tucked it back into the sack and put it into his backpack, smiling a little. "This doesn't change anything.." Taichi murmured to himself and nodded firmly. He'd keep his vow, as best he could.

Akutsu had stayed near enough to make sure that Taichi liked it. He had gotten money off his mother who when finding out he was actually going to do something nice for someone nearly bent over backwards to help. “Not because I like you,” he muttered and then decided he’d go to school, taking the long way so as not to run into Taichi again. He really didn’t like the other. Yep, he’d keep telling himself that.

Taichi was humming on his way too school and even started playing with the camera, having had extra rolls of film in his bag. He was taking pictures of birds or a cat on the side of the road. Though when he got to the school he backed up far enough to get a picture of most of the building. Happy with it he tucked the camera away again and started running for the building when he heard the final bell go off. He was late! Dan Taichi was never late!

"Crap.. crap… teacher is going to have my skull!" he whined as he slid into the building and then darted for the stairs.

Akutsu was coming down the stairs. Fuck class. Why had he even come to school anyway? He grunted and scowled he was going to smoke in the back. It was then someone bumped into him and he growled. “What where yo-“ he stopped when he saw Taichi. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” he asked gruffly.

Taichi squeaked and nearly fell down the stairs backwards, catching himself on the railing and looking up at Akutsu with an almost disappointed look as he bowed his head and tried to get around the other. "Sorry.." He muttered and then blinked, looking up at Akutsu and whispering. "Thank you for the camera…" He bit his lower lip and then squished himself against the wall to let Akutsu pass.

Akutsu reached to ruffle the other’s hair. “Welcome kid,” he said, continuing down the stairs his hands shoved down into his pockets. He was stuck having to actually do his chores for a couple weeks but at least the other liked the camera. He grunted to himself not that he really cared if the other liked it or not. It would have been a waste of the money if he didn’t though…

Taichi chewed his lip and tried to fix his hair before squeaking out his next words. "Why'd you do it?" He lifted his shoulders and stayed on the step he was on. Pondering hiding incase Akutsu tried to hurt him. Though he was blushing from the other actually touching him.

Akutsu didn’t turn around. “I broke your other one,” he answered simply. He kept his hands in his pockets and started to walk down the stairs again. He just wanted to make the other happy again since he had made him cry. Not that he was admitting that to Taichi, but maybe the other would understand. Even if he did, if he said anything to Akutsu, Akutsu would deny it. He had a reputation to uphold and he wouldn’t give it up for the pipsqueak.

Taichi blinked and started following the other, having forgotten his vow and his class. He fidgeted with his uniform jacket and murmured. "But… that camera was expensive… and.. you.. don't seem like the.. type.. to.. well… be… nice or anything.." He let out a little breath and whispered forcefully. "I'm sorry for being a little stalker freak.. I won’t bother you ever again." He suddenly bowed deeply to the other and curled his hands into fists at his sides, closing his eyes. "Gomen nasai Akutsu-sempai.."

“You’re not a stalker freak so shut up,” Akutsu said, still not turning around. “I got the money from my mother. If you like the camera just shut up and enjoy it. I don’t want your thanks,” he said, continuing on his trek down the stairs. He really needed a smoke. This was getting too personal for comfort.

Taichi frowned and stomped after Akutsu, poking him in the back. "Don't tell me to shut up." He huffed. "And I'm not, not enjoying the camera! It's just that you said yesterday that I was a little stalker freak and you… said that whole picture thing." He licked his lips and swallowed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as he backed up. "..I should get to class.."

Akutsu turned around. “Don’t poke me you twerp,” he said, looking down at the other. “Do you always believe everything you hear?” he asked, crossing his arms. “And what don’t you like about the camera?” he asked, wondering if he was going to have to return it and get a better one. He’d bought the most expensive one the store had. Fuck, this kid was hard to please.

Taichi squeaked and tripped on a step, landing back and catching himself on the wall with a breath, blinking. "I believe anything yo-…. No… I don't." He grunted and got up, poking Akutsu in the chest with a pursed lip look. "I'll poke you if I want, brute." He stuck his tongue out and lifted a shoulder. "Nothing's wrong with the camera… it's better than my old one."

Akutsu scowled a bit though it was angry or really mean, just a scowl. “Stop poking me, twerp,” he said, watching him. “Then why aren’t you enjoying it?” he asked, turning around to go. “I need a smoke. If you wanna come you can,” he said off-handedly.

Taichi followed, he liked bugging Akutsu oddly enough. "And why not, brute?" he poked him again and snickered. "I DO like the camera ya blockhead. I never said I didn't. Sheesh." He grunted and pouted. "You know smoking kills…"

“Because I’ll break your fucking fingers,” Akutsu growled, though even as he said it he knew he never would do that to Taichi. The kid was too cute for his own good. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. “What’s you’re point? We’re all gonna go, might as well go coughing a lung out.”

Taichi snickered and popped up in front of Akutsu and poked him again before wiggling his fingers at the other and sticking his tongue out again. "I dare ya!" He giggled rather cutely and bounced some before looking. "I've never skipped class before…" He blinked and glance

Akutsu grabbed his hand and held it tightly. “I told you to stop,” he said the cigarette hanging precariously from his mouth. That was until his other hand took it and he leaned down and kissed the other, prying the other’s lips open. He didn’t know what he was doing but he couldn’t stop himself from kissing those sweet innocent lips of Taichi’s.

Taichi flinched a little from reflex at his hand being grabbed. He swallowed tightly and gazed up at Akutsu. "O-okay.." His breath hitched as he saw Akutsu remove the cigarette from his mouth and then lean down. A shocked little mewl leaving his lips when he was kissed, his mouth allowing itself to be pried open with a tremble coursing through him. Taichi's eyes wide on Akutsu as a blush rose on his cheeks.

Akutsu pulled away shortly after, sticking the cancer stick back to his mouth and leaning against the wall. “Shouldn’t you go to class? If you don’t hurry home room will be over before you get there.” He looked do the side, ignoring the feeling in his chest and stomach…the tingle on his lip. It’s not like he hadn’t kissed and fucked before, but somehow it had felt diff-…he didn’t feel. He forced his mind off of it and took a deep inhale of his cigarette.

Taichi was left a little breathlessly as he looked away and blushed brightly. His chest rising and falling only a little more than obviously. He swallowed soundly and glanced at Akutsu, whispering in a honey soft tone. "W..why did you.." He let out a breath and bit his lower lip, trying to get the tingle to disappear. He enjoyed his first kiss like nothing ever before.

“Just cause, now scat,” Akutsu said, pushing himself off the wall and moving to leave the school grounds. Something to eat or drink sounded good right about now. He threw his cigarette on the ground and instantly took out a new one and lit it.

Taichi squeaked a bit and followed Akutsu, murmuring. "You stole my first kiss… I wanna know why.." He swallowed and grabbed the back of Akutsu's shirt, curling his fingers into it and tugging on it. "Please?" He whispered.

Akutsu stopped. If he had known the kid would be this annoying he wouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. “I felt like it. Shut up now,” he said, starting to move forward again. There would be no way he would admit he liked the kid. No chance in hell. He’d rather burn alive than admit it.

Taichi almost whined as he kept a hold of Akutsu's shirt, following him still. He sighed and moved closer to his backside. "Wi.. will you.. do it again..?" He swallowed tightly and felt himself have the urge to recoil, turn and run for his life. But he didn't, he stayed put and kept near Akutsu.

Akutsu stopped, almost sighing as he turned around and then lifted Taichi, pressing him almost gently against the wall. His lips smashed to the smaller boy’s forcing a ravishing kiss against his lips his tongue pushing inside and claiming the other’s mouth. He growled lowly as his body covered the other’s and kept him trapped between Akutsu and the wall.

Taichi gasped when Akutsu turned and lifted him up, pressing him into the wall. A small tremor running through him as his cheeks flushed softly. The softest moan lifted from his throat at the ravishing kiss. Akutsu made his body burn, from head to toe. And he loved it. Taichi gripped at Akutsu's arms before letting his hands slide up over the others shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed, lips pliantly parting to Akutsu's invasion.

Akutsu growled lowly and deepened the kiss at the other’s moans. He wasn’t exactly one for convention so without hesitation he started throwing the boy’s clothes off. He didn’t care that they weren’t dating or that he was behind the school, outside. He wanted to fuck Taichi now and he would. He wanted this kid whether he would admit it or not. Instead he would let his body have his way even if he couldn’t admit what was in his heart yet.

Taichi mewled and arched up against the other, the rush of sensations burning through him like a wild fire. He didn't even notice the removal of his clothing yet as he clung to Akutsu, enjoying the feel of his small body being covered by the larger boy. Akutsu smelled… wonderfully. Of cigarettes and something he couldn't quite place. Maybe that was Akutsu's natural scent? Whatever it was made Taichi's skin burn and tingle as his nails curled into the back of the others shoulders.

The bigger boy soon had Taichi naked and pressed against the rough bricks he slowly let him down. He worked on his own clothing quickly, not taking it all off. Akutsu never took off all his clothes when fucking; it was simply something he didn’t do. He sat down against the wall and pulled the other into his lap, sucking on his fingers quickly and then pressing them into the boy’s entrance without ceremony yet again. “When I’m done with this you’ll suck my dick and then you’re gonna stick it in your small little ass and ride it, ne?” he said more of a statement than a request.
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Taichi blushed brightly with a small yelp from the rough bricks on his back. He clung to Akutsu, not wanting to be put down and seen naked. He looked around wildly and tried to cover himself as his blush only brightened. They could get suspended for this… The thoughts were cut off the moment he was pulled onto Akutsu's lap and he felt the fingers in him. His whole body arching up in and nearly impossible angle as he let out a pleasured cry, shuddering over Akutsu's lap and whimpering with a small little nod, his fingers curled tightly into the others chest as he clenched his eyes closed

Akutsu thrust three fingers into the other stretching him properly before pulling them out and pushing the other back, pointing down to his groin. “Suck it and get it all wet,” he said, pushing the other’s head down into his lap. He was impatient to be buried inside the small body though once it came time for actual penetration he was letting Taichi control it; this was something he hadn’t done before but he knew it might be easier on Taichi this way.

Taichi mewled and moved against the thick yet long fingers within him before giving a slightly panted whimper in protest. He gasped and blushed brightly, looking at the others groin and swallowing thickly. He'd never… done that before. He licked his lips and crawled up a little before tentatively lapping at Akutsu's tip, eyes widening a little at the taste and somewhat musky scents. He moaned a little and slowly but firmly suckled the others tip into his mouth.

Akutsu pushed on his head a little to hurry him. He didn’t want to be teased and he didn’t want to draw this out. He had liked Taichi for a long time, secretly wanting his body and now that it was so close to a reality he didn’t want to wait for it anymore, but he tried to be patient as he actually cared about making Taichi wanting him. Usually…he didn’t give his partner that benefit and though it was more than obvious, he wouldn’t admit that Taichi was special. In truth though, Taichi probably wouldn’t realize it himself.

Taichi whimpered a little and a loud pop was heard from his jaw as it adjusted to the size of Akutsu, pressing his mouth down more two more pops were heard as he sucked as best as he could. His eyes closing with another whimper when he felt Akutsu's length brushing against the back of his throat, he heard that was a good thing… well lets try it. Another pop, the loudest of them all was heard as he slowly deep throated the other, shaking now from the strain but hoping it was pleasing Akutsu.

Akutsu held back a groan, impressed with the other and curling his fingers in his hair, guiding his head just a little. For not having done this before Taichi seemed experienced and Akutsu almost doubted that the other had been telling the truth that Akutsu had taken his first kiss, not that he couldn’t have given blow jobs without being kissed. He shook the thoughts from his head and focused on the pleasure of feeling himself deep in Taichi’s throat, knowing his ass would feel better. “Enough,” he snapped finally.

Taichi slowly pulled his head up with a slight flinch at the snap from Akutsu. His jaw popping back into place as he swallowed and wiped his lips, looking down and blushing. One hand rubbed his jaw a little while scooting up the others lap some, swallowing tightly and suddenly getting beyond nervous and beginning to recoil away from the other. He wasn't sure he could do all this right now… He liked Akutsu, a lot, but wasn't this? Well it wouldn't be too fast for Akutsu. It was probably to slow for him and Taichi was taking too long. That thought nearly brought Taichi to tears.

“You gonna ride me or not, kid?” Akutsu said, watching the other carefully. Maybe he was being too harsh but he fucking wanted inside the other and he wanted inside him now. He could deal with the repercussions…or not…later.

Taichi started and swallowed, slowly moving over Akutsu's lap and shakily slipping his fingers around the others length, positioning himself as his legs started trembling and threatening to give out. He gave a slow breath and slowly started lowering down, trying not to make any pained sounds as he clenched his eyes tightly, gripping with his free hand onto Akutsu's shoulder. A choked sound rose in Taichi's throat from the growing pain as he lowered down around Akutsu. A couple tears getting by and rolling down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw and curled over some, having stopped breathing entirely.

Akutsu wiped the other’s face. “Careful, relax your body,” he muttered gruffly, not wanting the other to cry. The damn shit was gonna hurt no matter what but he was beginning to rethink this position. At least if Taichi had been on his hands and knees Akutsu wouldn’t have to see him cry. He held the other’s hip gently with his other hand, leaning into kiss Taichi. “When you’re completely down, stay still until it stops hurting so much,” he advised.

Taichi let out a shuddered breath and nodded, turning his cheek and lips into the others hand as he kissed the palm and nuzzled it to keep himself relaxed, enjoying the touch of Akutsu's hand. His muscles contracted around Akutsu's length as he lowered completely, finally breathing and clinging to the other. His arms wrapped around the bigger boy’s neck and his face buried into his chest. It hurt… so much… he felt like he was going to split in two and that Akutsu was up in his stomach and breaching his lungs. He tried to breathe but it made his stomach tense, which made his muscles clench and squeeze Akutsu into himself more, which hurt all the more. He whimpered and clung tighter to Akutsu.

Akutsu frowned and nearly pulled the other off of his length. “Relax, Taichi,” he murmured, holding the other around his waist now, rubbing his lower back. He had never felt so concerned for a sexual partner but he really didn’t want to hurt Taichi too much. “You’re only hurting yourself more than necessary,” he whispered, kissing him softly again. If the other didn’t adjust he would simply stop it and they would wait till another time when Akutsu had better supplies and they were in a better scenario. Taichi might like that better anyway…

Taichi seemed to instantly relax at how the other touched him and showed a slight amount of concern for him. He didn't feel like a one night stand whore then. He smiled softly and returned the kiss, his form still trembling as he got used to Akutsu being within him. Letting out a shaky little breath he started to lift up just barely an inch before lowering down again with a whimper, swallowing. "G-gomen.." He head forced the weakened words out before trying again and slowly lifting up, groaning and closing his eyes, lifting up nearly completely before lowering down all the way with a tender moan.

Akutsu held him gently, moving to stroke the other to try and give him something besides pain as his lips trailed along his neck and shoulders. His hands cupped the other’s ass, squeezing and rubbing lightly before moving up his back again, sucking on the place where the neck met the shoulder. “If you want to stop, we can. We can do this later in a better place,” he murmured.

Taichi let out a panted breath and mewled. "Jin..." He breathed heavily and clung to Akutsu more. "Iie…" He arched his back and began moving against Akutsu. Some of the blood from within him smoothing the thrusting more, it wasn't much but just enough. Taichi gave a soft cried moan and paused halfway up before slamming down and arching back, baring his throat completely to the other and clawing at his shoulders.

Akutsu took the opportunity to sink his teeth into the other’s pale throat. He growled lowly, his hips moving up slowly into the other, resisting the urge to thrust roughly. He really didn’t want to cause Taichi too much pain. He pulled the other closer as their bodies moved together and he completely possessed the other. He decided then that he would never, ever share Taichi. The little kid was his and his alone. And god the boy’s passage felt so good clenching around him. He’d had good fucks before but he didn’t think he could get enough of this tight all consuming heat.

Taichi gave out a pleasured cry and arched against Akutsu, the feeling of the others teeth sinking in his neck making his whole body shudder in a spasm. His clung to Akutsu and breathed in ragged pants, moving down against him and only getting more heated with each slam, soon impaling himself almost mercilessly down around Akutsu. His moans and mewls lifting into the air; the other’s name hinting in traces. His mind too drugged in passion to even think but all he knew was that this was amazing… and that he could never love another. Ever since he first saw Akutsu, he knew it was in some odd way meant to be… even if he was a little stalker freak he followed his heart and instincts.

Akutsu was starting to help the smaller boy move on his length, pressing him down and bucking his hips into him. He pulled his mouth back roughly, licking the spot afterwards and knowing that he was near completion. The tight heat was quickly milking his release forward and it wouldn’t take too much more. “Taichi,” he groaned lowly, his hands moving to slam the other’s hips down, starting to take more control over the process.

Taichi clung to Akutsu, enjoying the feel of the others length pressing and thrusting into him. His whole form was alive with burns and tingle beyond anything he's ever felt before. Not that he's ever felt anything sexual before anyway. The sound of the groan and his name on Akutsu's lips nearly drove Taichi over the edge as he arched up more in a loud mewl nearly seemed to echo off the walls of the school. His eyes rolling back and closing with another cry, his limbs feeling like Jell-O as Akutsu took over. "Jin… more..." He mewled and pressed down into the thrusts.

Akutsu let out a soft growl as his hands slammed the other into his raising hips, driving him in deep. “Fuck…” he said lowly, his nails digging in slightly to the other’s hips. He soon was releasing deep into the other, and still gripping and thrusting him on his length as the orgasm continued. His hips having been arched. As color returned to his eyesight he looked at Taichi breathing heavily. The kid had fucking blown his mind.

Taichi returned the soft growl with a tender mewl as the others hands slammed his hips down into his raising ones. Taichi slowly stretched up and bent backwards, baring his throat, chest and torso to the other as the orgasms swept over them nearly in unison. Taichi's head lolling back with a passionate cry and Akutsu's name lifting into the air almost lovingly. As the release began to die off his form slowly sagged down as he curled back over and slumped against Akutsu, seeing the little white mess he made and blushing, feeling Akutsu's gaze. He swallowed and looked up, lifting a shoulder.

Akutsu held him for a short time and then pulled him off. “Get dressed,” he said, cleaning himself up as best he could and glancing at the other momentarily. “Don’t you have a class to get to now?” he added, pulling on the clothes he had discarded earlier. He’d probably stop by the tennis clubhouse and use their shower. Maybe he should tell Taichi to do the same…but he knew he’d end up messing with the kid again.

Taichi blinked when he was lifted off, giving a small whimpered cry and slumping down onto the ground, his legs trembling visibly as he swallowed thickly. One of his small hands reaching for his shirt and jacket, pulling them on though he didn't move from his spot. Akutsu's essence and some blood trailing along his thighs or slowly dripping onto the cemented ground. He blushed and leaned over, trying to reach his pants but nearly falling over with a small pained sound, sitting back up he murmured. "..I'll just stay here…" He lowered his head and tugged his jacket to cover his lower regions.

Akutsu sighed and picked the other up then, grabbing his pants. “Someone would see. Are you stupid? Of course you are,” he muttered as he carried him quickly to the clubhouse, dropping him down on one of the benches as he stripped to go take a shower, figuring the brat could find his own way into the shower.

Taichi yelped and grabbed his bag quickly. "I'm not stupid!" He sniffled some, having been close to crying. He swallowed before giving a pained cry when he was dropped onto one of the benches. Clinging to his bag he avoided looking at Akutsu and lay on the bench, fastening his pants on as he thought maybe he'd just lay there until Sengoku came looking for him… that would work.

“Baka, can’t you get in the shower?” Akutsu called gruffly. Why was he bothering? He should just let the kid do whatever he fucking wants. He wouldn’t take responsibility. They weren’t in a fucking relationship. Even if Akutsu liked Taichi, he just didn’t do relationships.

Taichi rubbed his nose some and closed his eyes. "I'm fine.. I'll just wait here…" His voice was a little worn out sounding as he snuggled into his bag, trying to use it as a pillow. His body hurt… everywhere, especially his ass. And trying to move his legs... was a no no. He’d rather have them torn off and walk on stumps.

Akutsu came out of the shower with a wash cloth and tossed it at Taichi. “Do you want me to take you home, kid?” he asked, drying off as he pulled his clothes back on, looking at the other with his hard eyes. He was pushing back the part of him that wanted to cuddle and take care of this little guy…but he couldn’t.

Taichi flinched and just let the washcloth drop to the floor after having it land in his face. He looked at Akutsu and shook his head. "I'm fine…" He looked down and tried to roll over, his back beginning to arch as he bit back a cry and just stayed in the position he was in with a sigh, closing his eyes. " My dad will kill me if I show up with some guy and I smell… like I do and I can't walk… he'll make -.. eh.. I'm fine here.. I'll just wait for Sen-chan… Thank you though.. Akutsu-sempai.."

“Like hell you’ll wait for Sengoku-baka-san. He said, grabbing the other up and wrapping his lower half completely in jacket. He grumbled under his breath about something as he grabbed the other’s back and shit, heading out. “I’ll take you to my house and we’ll fix you up. You think about protesting and I’ll fuck up your face,” he said, though it was of course an empty threat.

THE END

Author’s notes:

Whee we finished. Comments comments!

Drabble: You Broke It 1/1 AkutsuxInui

2006-07-01T00:20:58Z

Title: You Broke It
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AkustuxInui
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): crude language
Disclaimer: It’s Konomi’s baseball diamond I just play with the balls.
Summary: Inui doesn’t watch TV? It’s sacrilege.
A/N: For hamburgerjack! Her request:
Akutsu Inui! XD
and the phrase: "You broke it!"
object: the remote
Word Count: 313

~

“What do you mean you don’t fucking watch TV?” Akutsu grunted as he shoved the remote at Inui.

Inui pushed his glasses up on his nose more, shaking his head at the remote. “There are much more constructive and valuable ways of spending one’s time. By watching TV you lose 0.11138321 brain cells per second and with video ga-“ He was cut off by a death glare from Akutsu and the remote being shoved in his face. “Eh…fine…One thirty minute period wouldn’t hurt too much…” he mumbled, quietly doing the calculation half out loud.

“You know how to work it?”

“Of course,” Inui said, looking down at the object that he had taken from Akutsu. That had been a lie. Even though he was a complete geek the TV was a machine Inui could not master, not that he saw the point or held any interest. He was a computer whiz but this remote was like a complex cryptex to him. Except that he could solve a cryptex with no problem. But this…infernal simple machine?

Perhaps it was that Inui was too advanced and so something so simple could not register correctly in his over-analytic brain. Mayhap that it is it. In any case, he quickly calculated the possibilities of what each…unfortunately unmarked button could be. “Fifty percent chance this is the power…” he murmured, pressing one of the buttons.

~

Several minutes later Akutsu grabbed the remote back, staring at it and then the TV and finally at Inui. “You…broke…it…How’d you fucking break it? I thought you were a genius. Why do I let you do my homework?” he spouted at Inui, tossing the remote at his head.

Inui easily dodged the remote as there had been a one hundred percent chance that Akutsu was going to throw it at him. “I apol-“

“Forget it just strip and get on the bed.”

THE END

~

Author’s Notes:

I’m so sorry I can’t write Inui worth shit. D: My Akutsu is sucky too. D: Sorrrrry TT_TT

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FIC: Real 1/1 YuushixMukahi NC-17

2006-06-30T20:31:13Z

Title: Real
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: YuushixMukahi
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): yaoi, oocness(?)
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Yuushi goes after Mukahi.
A/N: This is killing two birds with one stone. This is a fic for the Pairing of the week 2 on erotic_pot (which I missed the deadline for GO ME!). It is also the smutty sequel of Hidden Confessions as requested by tehkiwidelight. Enjoy <3. Sorry that the story probably actually seems rushed…It was for several reasons. <3 Leave me comments and love it anyway! T_T
Word Count: 1700

~

Yuushi had gone to Mukahi’s house after Atobe had spoken to him about Mukahi. He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. What if he was too late? His slender fingers pressed the doorbell, almost fidgeting, which was very unlike Yuushi. He was usually so calm and self-assured. Ever since Atobe had told him about Mukahi’s feelings though, he had been overcome with uncharacteristic fear and anxiety.

Mukahi was the one to open the door. His face was hastily wiped of tears though fresh ones were still welled in his eyes as he obviously struggled to hold them back. His eyes were red and puffy and Yuushi knew that the crying had been going on for some time. Mukahi hadn’t meant to cry, but going numb had been harder this time than all the times before. “Yu…Yuushi?” he said in a scratchy voice.

“I’m sorry. Mukahi Gakuto,” Yuushi said in his deep accented voice, grabbing the other and pressing a searching and almost begging kiss to his lips. His mind was tumbling over words he wanted to say to the burgundy-haired boy. He felt his heart would burst with the emotions that seemed to overflow. His tongue pressed to Mukahi’s lips and he pushed him back inside the house before the nosy neighborhood watch mothers saw them; if that happened it’d be in a special neighborhood newsletter the next morning.

Mukahi’s eyes widened in shock and he let out a muffled protest when Yuushi’s lips slammed into his. He let out a whimpered moan as his hands gripped the other’s forearms. Lips parted instinctively as he raised onto the toes of his feet to make the kiss easier and put less strain on Yuushi. His throat was tight and he felt tears slip down the side of his face. He was terrified this was some cruel joke, that Yuushi was toying with him.

Yuushi managed to get Mukahi onto a couch, pressing his tongue into the other’s mouth, thrusting into it as a symbol of what other parts of him would hopefully be doing soon. “Mukahi, I love you,” he murmured against the other’s lips as he pulled at the other’s clothes. “Mukahi…” he said again, his eyes searching to meet the other’s.

Mukahi swallowed harshly, staring up at the other. “Don’t joke,” he said, with an obviously fake and forced laugh. How could Yuushi be so cruel to him? No one could love him. No one could even stand him. Had Yuushi found out his secret and was now antagonizing him? Pain assailed him and he felt his breath constrict in his throat threateningly. Forcefully he pushed the back the sob that arose in his chest, threatening to spill out against the other’s lips. “Please, don’t do this to me,” he whispered pathetically, staring up at Yuushi. “Don’t hurt me more.”

Yuushi stared at the other in shock his hand caressing his cheek, frowning when Mukahi flinched. “I’m being serious, Mukahi. I love you,” he said, his eyes solemn and honest as they met Mukahi’s teary gaze without wavering. His thumb wiped under both of the other’s eyes and then his cheeks. He brushed a soft loving kiss to Mukahi’s mouth, indigo hair falling forward and brushing Mukahi’s face.

Mukahi still didn’t quite believe Yuushi, but how could he resist the sweet temptation that it was to give into him? It was all that he had wanted. Perhaps he should take the chance that he was being played the fool; he wanted this so much. “Honestly?” he whispered, his arms moving around the other’s neck to pull his lips closer and not giving the other the chance to answer as he pressed a desperate kiss to his lips. He would take all he could for this and if the other left him alone in the end…then he could always look back on this memory and dream. “I love you too,” he murmured, clinging to the other as his legs wrapped around the other’s waist.

Clothes were soon thrown to the floor and naked bodies slid against each other comfortably as lips met in a fierce embrace. Both seemed desperate, one to prove their love and one to believe in that love. It was several minutes into it when both realized that where they were on the couch in the living room they didn’t have the necessities for the act they were about to commit. They looked down at each other and seemed to communicate silently before moving hand in hand upstairs, still naked, to Mukahi’s room.

“I have everything in my nightstand,” Mukahi said, moving to the said nightstand even as Yuushi was pressed behind him, torturing his neck with bites and nips. His hands trembled nervously as they pulled out a condom and lube, setting them on the bed for Yuushi. He turned around and pressed their lips together desperately for a moment before laying back with his legs spread for the other, face red with shyness and embarrassment. By this time he was overcome with the other and no longer worried about what might happen after. He would choose to believe Yuushi until the other proved himself wrong.

Yuushi wasted no time crawling between the other’s legs and taking the condom first, slipping it on. He didn’t want to have to fumble with it later. Now, he spread the lube over his fingers and pressed one inside the other’s entrance, performing the duty of stretching him without ceremony. All he wanted was his shaft buried to the hilt in Mukahi’s passage. He watched the burgundy haired boy writhing under him as his fingers stretched and unintentionally teased the other. He chuckled lowly to himself at the whimper that left Mukahi’s mouth when his fingers left. Soon however he would turn that disappointed whimper into a delighted scream. With the final preparation step he coated his length in the lube, pressing the tip to Mukahi’s entrance. “Ready, love?” he murmured into the other’s ear, his hands holding onto Mukahi’s hips.

Mukahi nodded and wrapped his legs around the other’s waist tightly again, his arms draped over Yuushi’s shoulders. “Fuck me, Yuushi,” he said huskily, kissing the other and pressing down towards the teasing length. He arched abruptly and let out a near scream when the other finally breached his body, squeezing his eyes shut. “Gods…Yuushi!” he cried out against the other’s lips, there was a fine mixture of pleasure and pain as simultaneously the indigo-haired boy had gripped his length and stroked firmly.

Yuushi had groaned lowly as the tight heat of Mukahi’s passage enveloped his shaft and his thrusts moved evenly inside the other. “I love you…more than anything,” he murmured harshly against Mukahi’s ear, nipping it and tugging as he thrust harder into the other. His body was tingling with pleasure and the burning was getting hotter. He had truly waited so long to be inside Mukahi, to make love to him. It had all seemed to happen so fast once events had been set in motion and here they were. He prayed Mukahi truly believed he loved him. Yuushi was a prankster, but he would never hurt Mukahi.

Mukahi’s fingers curled into Yuushi’s back as his body arched agilely against the other, molding their bodies together. Sweat made his skin slick and he slid against Yuushi easily, panting against his neck. “I love you too,” he whispered his voice choked and then leading up to the loud cry. Yuushi had found that bundle of nerves with the head of his length and was now pounding against it with all his strength and leaving Mukahi a writhing, lusty mess. “Aa, so close, Yuushi! More!”

Yuushi growled and thrust into his new lover with continued fervor, wanting to consume Mukahi. A guttural groan came from his mouth and his hips bucked against Mukahi’s ass; he was so close. “Come for me,” he demanded into Mukahi’s ear, moving to press his lips to Mukahi’s mouth, sucking the other’s lip into his mouth. His hand had circled around the other’s engorged flesh, teasing his release from him. Even before Mukahi climaxed the other’s muscles were contracting and relaxing around his length and he could barely keep hold of his precarious control over his own libido. “Now, Mukahi,” he purred gently against the other’s lips.

Mukahi whimpered and arched into the other’s hand nimbly. “Ah, Yuushi!” he cried, his neck arching back as his body formed a perfect semi-circle. His mind went blank as his pleasure overtook him and all he could see was white before his vision exploded back in a myriad of colors. His essence had spurted over his and Yuushi’s stomach and Yuushi’s hand. His muscles had constricted against Yuushi’s shaft, milking him generously. “Yuushi,” he panted in the aftermath of his most dynamic climax. He sucked on the other’s neck as he squeezed his muscles tighter and then relaxed them, repeating the process and feeling Yuushi’s measured control slip from his grasp.

A pleasured growl erupted from Yuushi as his orgasm overtook him, vision blurring as he buried himself as deeply in the spasming passage as he could. “Mukahi,” he groaned, his nails digging into the other’s hips as he pressed him down towards his length even more, trying to get deeper as the waves diminished, even though he had masterfully prolonged his pleasure. When his climax had reached it’s calm he rolled off of Mukahi, pulling the smaller boy to him instantly. “I love you,” he murmured tiredly, stroking the other’s back lazily.

The burgundy haired boy almost purred as he curled against the other, his body seeming to fit perfectly to Yuushi despite the difference in size. It seemed like they were made for each other when Yuushi held him like this. He never wanted the moment to end. “I love you too,” he said, his eyelids had become heavy and he could no longer keep them open. He purred contently until he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. Somehow, it seemed Yuushi’s hold protected him from the monsters that had always hunted him. Finally, Mukahi had found peace. He felt loved. So maybe, just maybe this time it was for real.

THE END

Author’s Notes:

Now that I’m done with it, I have to say that I’m quite pleased, especially towards the ending. As I reread it to me I felt I had outdone myself. My one-shots usually leave me wanting, but this one just…I don’t know, I really felt for once that I did a good job. I hope you enjoyed it and feel the same way.

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Drabble: Strip Battleship 1/1 AkutsuxKaidoh

2006-06-30T18:32:29Z

Title: Strip Battleship
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AkutsuxKaidoh
Rating: PG-15
Warning(s): sexual innuendoes
Disclaimer: It’s Konomi’s baseball diamond I just play with the balls.
Summary: Does Akutsu cheat, does Kaidoh let him win? Or is Kaidoh just THAT bad?
A/N: This is for hamburgerjack. Her request:
Pairing: Akutsu Kaidoh
Phrase that must be in the drabble: You Sunk My Battle Ship
Object that must be in the drabble: a pair of sunglasses.
Word Count: 240

~

“C9”

“I won’t forgive you,” Kaidoh hissed, looking across the small table that they were sitting at. He grumbled and pulled off his headband, setting it outside. When he finally stopped hissing he looked at Akutsu sternly and then hissed again. “A5.”

“Fuck…hit,” Akutsu said, pulling off his sunglasses and setting them on the table, his eyes narrowed on his boyfriend. Now, this was serious. Akutsu was not happy about this at all. “C10.”

“Hit.” A shirt came off. “A6”

“Miss,” Akutsu grinned sadistically, his eyes narrowed on Kaidoh’s exposed chest, and he would have much rather been sinking himself inside Kaidoh’s ship than doing this. “C11.”

“Hit…Dammit. Kch…You sunk my battleship, Jin! This is war!” Kaidoh growled, pulling off his socks and tossing them aside. He hated playing games with Akutsu. Somehow he always won. Kaidoh was sure his boyfriend cheated somehow…

~

“Hit…Sunk…” Kaidoh said with a hissing sigh, laying his head forward on the table.

“Then I get to do whatever I want to you,” Akutsu grinned. “Up on the table, Kaoru,” he said, patting the place in front of him. “It’s time to hit the final ship.”

“That’s so wrong, Jin! Don’t touch me!” Kaidoh cried out his cheeks flaming as he grabbed his clothes and made a mad dash for the bedroom, Akutsu close on his tail.

From the living room a low chuckle and the saying “Ii, data,” came from the two boyfriend’s roommate.

THE END

Author’s Notes: I have no idea why Inui was randomly thrown in…I really…really have no idea….

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Drabble: Roses are Red 1/1 OshitarixAtobe

2006-06-30T14:12:10Z

Title: Roses are Red
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: OshitarixAtobe
Rating: G
Warning(s): cuteness?
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Roses are red, violets are blue, so many ways to say I love you.
A/N: This is for serenia. Her request:
Pairing: Oshitari/Atobe (just because)
Phrase that must be in the drabble: "Please, don't say it."
Object that must be in the drabble: A rose
Word Count: 208

~

“Please don’t say it,” Atobe said, his hand shielding his eyes in a manner that parents often used when agitated with their children. “Just don’t say it, Oshitari,” he muttered lower.

“Say what?” the tensai responded, mischievous laughter evident in his voice. His eyes twinkled as he watched the captain of Hyotei’s tennis team. “Say, that the ‘Roses are red, violets are blue’ poem is the oldest, most over done, childish way to confess your love for someone?”

Atobe let out a sigh and looked down at the roses and violets in his hand. “Just take them dammit,” he said, getting annoyed. “Ore-sama spent a lot of money on these.”

Oshitari grinned and reached for the flowers, tossing them aside as he gave Atobe a kiss. “Keigo…I’m not a girl, you can’t win me by buying me flowers. I may be a romantic, but I’m not a fangirl that would die for just a strand of your hair.”

“Shut up,” Atobe muttered, a slight pout forming on his full lips. It’s not like he had ever dated a guy before; though, dating Oshitari was like dating an alien race altogether.

Oshitari’s eyes simply twinkled more as he grabbed Atobe’s hand and pulled him inside the house.

Fight ended.

THE END

~

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DRABBLE: Get it out! Golden Trio 1/1

2006-06-30T01:47:29Z

Title: Get it out!
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: MomoxOishixEiji (Golden Trio <3)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): sexual innuendoes
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Momo, Oishi and Eiji have a sleepover at Eiji’s house.
A/N: This is for polyurethane! <3 Part of my request drabble challenge. Here was her request:
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(s)/Characters(s): MomoxOishixEiji -grin- Golden Trio, yo! xDDD
Phrase that must be in the drabble: "I didn't say it wasn't impossible."
Object that must be in the drabble: A couch.
Word Count: 212

~

Whose idea had it been anyway? The triad of lovers had decided to have a sleep over at Eiji’s house but that was not the current dilemma…The current dilemma wa-

“GET IT OUT, OISHI!, MOMO! NYA, GET IT OUT!” Eiji was screeching, wriggling and squirming his eyes wide with tears in them. “I’m too young to die, hoi~”

Momo was currently sitting on the couch, staring at Eiji with wide eyes his face red and eyes lined with tears of his own as he held his stomach. He was hunched over slightly, body shaking.

Oishi was pacing frantically. “Eiji, if your parents come home and s-,” he was interrupted by a wail from Eiji, and a choking sound followed by a hiccup from Momo.

“It’s stuck, Oishi! It’s too big. I can’t get it out. I just can’t,” Momo said, his voice sounding breathless.

“Christ, you think you two would be old enough to know not to stick things where they don’t belong!” Oishi burst out. “Why? Why, please tell me why you would stick a BRATWURST SAUSAGE in the DVD player?”

With that Momo just spazzed with laughter. “Eiji, I didn’t say it wasn’t impossible!!!”

Eiji fell to the floor, his face pressed to it. “Mom is going to KILL me!”

THE END

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aijis_muse @ 2006-06-29T20:26:00

2006-06-30T00:27:37Z

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FIC: Love Don't Cost A Thing 2/15

2006-06-24T21:51:36Z

Title: Love Don't Cost a Thing
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtobexShishido, ShishidoxvariousOMC
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): prostitution, non-con, rape, cross-dressing, minors in sexual situations
Disclaimer: All non-original characters belong to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Shishido was never one of the rich kids. When his father loses his job it changed going to Hyotei from difficult to impossible.
Beginning Notes: Whee! I'm excited to be starting chapter two! Hope you will read and like! <3 This chapter is a lot more graphic than the previous. >_> Oh and join erotic_pot if you like R/NC-17 rated PoT fiction.
Word Count: 1847

~

Chapter Two

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shishido groaned as the beeping sound of his alarm clock snuck into his dreams, waking him rudely. He reached over and slammed his hand down on it. It was 10:31 P.M. He let out another sleepy groan, pulling himself from his bed slowly.

After stretching Shishido knelt to pull the black bag from under his bed. With trembling fingers he opened it, pulling out an outfit and the business card case. A sigh passed his lips before a gasp when he really saw the outfit. Red covered his face and he had to mentally shake himself. With a deep breath he pulled off his underwear (which he had been sleeping in) and pulled the clothes out of the clear bag, laying them out on the bed.

In the bag had been a wifebeater type shirt that had holes pulled together with safety pins, but it was apparently intentional holes; at least Shishido thought they were. Beside the shirt was a shirt skirt that made Shishido wonder if it would cover his ass. It was black pleather with jagged holes held scantily together with large safety pins. Lastly, there was an uncomfortable looking black thong, fishnet stockings and high heels that matched the outfit.

"He can't be serious," Shishido whispered, staring at the clothes. Even though he said those words he knew Netone was completely serious. He noticed in the bag was another baggie with makeup and a piece of paper inside for what goes where and how much. "This fucking bites," he mutters, reaching for the thong. Without ceremony he pulled it on and continued getting dressed. When make-up time came a lot of "fuck"s were heard from the bathroom.

Everything was finally done and he looked at himself in a full-length mirror. He could barely recognize himself. Around his eyes had been darkened, giving a very sexy and alluring look. The skirt just barely covered what was necessary revealing pale, but lithe legs. He tugged the tight wifebeater down tot he top of the skirt. The clothes overall seemed too small, but he supposed that was the point.

After a few minutes of staring at himself he grabbed the heels, sighing softly. When the shoes were on he stumbled a bit, but quickly found his balance. Instead of chancing downstairs Shishido grabbed his cardholder and moved out the window. Quickly as he could he headed to the area he was supposed to work, ignoring the strange and disgusted (not to mention disgusting) looks he received. He just had to get there and then maybe he wouldn't feel so much like a sore thumb.

~

Shishido had been wrong. Even after getting tot he male prostitute section of the district he still felt out of place. Stupidly he had slapped the first man that grabbed his ass and was now, knelt beside a building, face in his hands. Could he really do this?

"Hey bitch, you busy?" came a gruff voice, his food nudging Shishido's thigh.

Shishido stood up quickly, blushing slightly half from embarrassment and half from being a bit irked at the name-calling. "Iie, not at all," he said, cursing himself and knowing he needed to buck up. "A bit lonely," he purred, pressing close to the man, his nails trailing down the other's arm. He hoped he was doing this right.

The man raised a brow and grinned. "Of course," he said, running his hand down the other's side to cup Shishido's ass, causing the other to tense. "What will $70 get me?"

Shishido remembered the prices that Netone told him and glanced to the side. “A blow job,” he said before looking at the other with hooded eyes. His stomach turned at the thought of what he was going to have to do. At least the man looked young. ‘It could be worse…he could be fat and old,’ he reassured himself.

The man smirked, pushing Shishido to his knees. “Get to it then, bitch,” he commanded, pressing Shishido’s face into his groin.

Shishido opened his mouth to protest the other's forcefulness before the phrase 'the customer's always right' drifted through his mind. He forced his fingers to undo the man's pants clumsily. He paused again though continued quickly at the warning sound the other made. He worked the other out of his pants and looked to the side nervously. He struggled to remember everything he had heard about doing this, cursing mentally. This was nasty; the man reeked horribly. Did he ever shower?

Tentatively Shishido licked the tip, grimacing at the taste. 'You have to get used to this! It's your job, do a good job,' he scolded himself. with the man's push on his head he slowly opened his mouth, gagging before the other even hit the back of his throat. He forced himself to relax as he rubbed his tongue along the underside of the man's length. He pulled back, pushing his head back down, taking in as much as he could without choking.

Time seemed to stretch on forever and Shishido's jaw started to ache. Suddenly, however, he found himself choking on bitter spurts of cum as the man ejaculated into his mouth. He pulled away completely, cum on his cheek, lips and chin, wiping at it furiously. He spat out as much of the cum as he could, coughing.

The man scowled and pulled Shishido up, kneeing him. "Stupid bitch, I didn't pay you to spit up my cum," he sneered, throwing a ten at the other. "Give me your pimp's card," he said, holding his hand out.

Shishido fumbled with the case and nearly dropped it before handing the card to the man. He was still in pain from the guy kneeing him and he felt like he was going to throw up…Scratch that, as soon as the man was gone Shishido slipped just inside an alley and emptied his stomach. That had been the most disgusting thing he had ever done.

“Hey kid, you new?” a voice said from behind Shishido.

Shishido tensed, nodding. “Please leave me alone,” he said, coughing again as his stomach did another twist. He just wanted to go home, but it couldn’t even be past two. He forced himself to stand up, demanding that his stomach stop churning. He came face to face with another that was obviously in the same line of work.

“You must be Netone-san’s new whore. I’m Koji. What’s your name?” the prostitute asked. He couldn’t be much older than Shishido, but he looked immensely more experienced. He was beautiful and naturally sexy with an air of seduction oozing off of him in suffocating waves.

“Ryo,” Shishido said, averting his gaze away from Koji. He rubbed his mouth again, spitting on the ground. ‘Stupid fucking taste,’ he thought to himself.

“Nice to meet you, Ryo,” Koji said, watching the other with understanding eyes. He pulled out a case much like Shishido’s only a different color. “Here, take some of these,” Koji said, offering the other some mints. “It’ll help a bit.” He looked thoughtful for a moment afterwards as the other popped a mint into his mouth. Koji took a hundred dollars out of his case and handed it to Shishido. “Netone won’t be happy if he hears about the escapade with that man. This should help you smooth it over and make him think you did more than you did tonight. Get one more customer and you should be fine for your first night. I’ll help you if you want,” Koji offered, smiling at Shishido.

Shishido felt wary of the other’s offer at first and pride was protesting the handout but there was something calming and reassuring about that smile. “I wouldn’t wan t-“ he started.

The brunette was cut off by Koji raising a finger to his lips in a ‘shh’ motion. “Someone helped me out my first night. I’ll help you.” He took Shishido’s hand, pulling him out onto the streets again. The blonde boy looked like he was searching for something or someone. Finally his eyes lit up. “Jensu!” he called, winking at the man coyly once they got up to him.

The man smiled at Koji. He was on the attractive aside that was for sure. “Hey, Koji-kun,” he said. “What have you got for me today?” His eyes raked over Shishido shamelessly, quirking a brow.

“He’s new and a virgin. Thought you might be interested,” Koji informed Jensu. “I know you like fresh whores,” he added.

Shishido was staring at the ground, cheeks flaming. They were talking about him as if he couldn’t hear them. Was this man going to buy his services? He fidgeted with the edge of the skirt, for the millionth time wishing it were longer.

“He’s a pretty little slut isn’t he? I’ll take him,” Jensu said, nodding at Koji and slipping him a small bag. His attention then turned to Shishido, running a hand down his side as Koji moved away. The hand rested on Shishido’s ass and soon Jensu was leading him into a nearby rundown apartment. Once inside Jensu pulled away from Shishido, moving to a table that was covered in clutter. “Strip,” he ordered without looking back at Shishido.

Shishido swallowed, bending to take his shoes off first. Clothes followed soon after until the underwear was all that was left and those Shishido was too embarrassed to take off. He looked at Jensu curiously, wondering what the other was doing. He was busy putting something together on the table from the looks of it.

“Take your damn thong off and then smoke this,” Jensu said, watching Shishido after he turned around with a lit joint in his hand.

“I don-“ Shishido started but the look on the man’s face changed his mind. He pulled off the underwear and took the joint. He hesitantly brought it to his lips ending up coughing after he inhaled.

“That’ll help the pain later,” Jensu said, taking out a joint of his own.

~

Shishido stumbled from Jensu’s apartment at about 2:30 AM. The joint had helped the pain, but now as he was leaving the affect had already worn off. His ass was now throbbing with intense pain. Jensu had given him two hundred dollars and a bag of syringes and apparently heroine. Shishido had tried to refuse the drugs, but Jensu had insisted. Shishido knew there had to be over a month’s worth of heroine for a heavy addict in that bag. Why was Jensu giving him that? Surely one fuck wasn’t enough for all this…He looked at the heroine wondering if he should try it or not.

He made the trip to Netone’s, giving him eighty percent of the money. While Netone seemed pleased with the amount he backhanded Shishido and told he’d better never hear another complaint from a customer because of him.

Shishido had bowed his head, holding his cheek. “Hai, Netone-san,” he murmured, taking his leave. He decided to try the heroine before going to bed. Just once. Because he felt so dirty and his ass hurt too damned much.

TBC…

Author’s Notes:

So there is chapter 2. What do y’all think? XD I need a break from it before I burn out so I’m going to work on some other stories I have going and we’ll see what happens. Mwah! But it shouldn’t be too long before Chapter 3 is completed. I’m halfway through it already so yeah.

*pets Shishido* I love him. I really do.

Love y’all! COMMENTS!!!!

FIC: Love Don't Cost A Thing 1/15

2006-06-21T18:26:32Z

Title: Love Don't Cost A Thing
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtobexShishido, ShishidoxvariousOMC
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): prostitution, non-con, rape, cross-dressing, minors in sexual situations
Disclaimer: All non-original characters belong to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Shishido was never one of the rich kids. When his father loses his job it changed going to Hyotei from difficult to impossible.
Beginning Notes: I'm not sure where this idea came from but here it is. I really like the premise of this story and hope y'all will like it too. Comments are appreciated and will help me write faster!
Word Count: 1780

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Chapter One

The fighting was almost unbearable. Shishido lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His father had been laid off and just when a promotion was around the corner. Now, his parents were fighting about him. His mother was adamant about his Hyotei education being continued. His father was practical; if they couldn't afford food to put on the table they couldn't afford Hyotei's expensive monthly tuition that would pay for a whole year at any other school. Shishido hated how he seemed to be the cause of his parents fighting now; it was as if he was to blame for the financial difficulties.

Shishido knew he could easily get the money needed from Atobe or any other team member. They had always been ready and willing to help him, but Shishido's pride didn't allow it. He would rather go without than ask for a handout from his friends and teammates. That's why he knew he had to find a solution that he could provide for himself and not depend on anyone else's charity.

One thing would get him the money in time. A close friend of his had done it to put themselves through college. Shishido knew it was plausible and was also more than likely his only choice. He decided that he would do it. Going to Hyotei was important, it would make his pending secret life well worth it. He would sneak out at night. If he could find what he was looking for he’d tell his parents that Sakaki had taken care of things and money was not an issue. He knew they’d believe him because he had never lied to them before.

~

Shishido felt out of place in the red light district. His cap was on and he was in jeans and a T-shirt. Whores and businessmen propositioning them surrounded him. He made his way through with minimal trouble, finding the area for the male prostitutes. After asking around for nearly an hour he was directed to one of the pimps for the area.

“Ano…are you…” Shishido started out, his cheeks turning pink. He reminded himself that as much as this was embarrassing it was better than asking for freebies. He would be earning the money. It was still humiliating though; nothing could change that fact.

In any case, the tennis player’s words had been cut off by a laugh from the man. “Yes, I am. What business ya got with ole Netone-san?” he asked, voice having an odd tone to it. Shishido couldn’t quite place the oddity though; it was just there.

"I was wanting to work for you," Shishido said, glad that he had once again gained control of his voice. He forced his body not to fidget, standing with his head bowed slightly in respect.

Netone chuckled lowly, moving to Shishido. His slender fingers caressed down the brunette's cheek. "Hmm...I suppose you could bring in a pretty penny if I fix you up," he said, studying the other with lusty eyes, his free hand came up to toy with the other's long ponytail. "You'll wear your hair down," he said, removing the hair-band.

Shishido looked up at the other in surprise as hair cascaded to his shoulders, brushing his cheeks. He had flinched away from Netone's touch at first, but knew he'd have to get used to much more than this so he didn't pull away completely. At least Netone wasn't fat and ugly like most of the pimps around. "Uhn," he whispered.

"What's your name, bitch?" Netone asked, his hand moving down the other's body, pulling off Shishido's shirt. "Take off your pants," he added, moving into a dark side alley with Shishido.

Shishido opened his mouth to protest but followed instead, letting out a steadying breath. "Shishido Ryo." He hesitantly pushed his pants down, revealing his lithe athletic body to the other. He wanted to cover himself, but commanded on his self-control to stop the urge from taking over.

The pimp studied Shishido, walking around him like a hungry, bloodthirsty piranha. His hand finally cupped the other's ass, pressing the second hand into the crevice to brush across the puckered entrance. When Shishido tensed and let out a whimper of protest Netone chuckled. "You're a naive virgin aren't you?"

Shishido blushed and turned his head to the side. "Hai," he whispered in a strained voice. It took all his self-control not to turn around and slap the man, yelling 'pervert' at him. He was seething with anger and humiliation, but made sure it stayed out of his face and voice. This was to stop his parents' fighting and for Hyotei. He could take it. It wouldn't destroy his pride like asking for money would. One might wonder how selling his body really left him any pride, but in a sense he didn't have to depend on someone else to save him; he was still in control.

Netone smirked, pulling away from the other. "Eighty percent of what you make belongs to me. You'll be on these streets starting at 12 AM and you work your little ass until 3 or 4 AM. I expect you to shave your entire body except your eye area and your hair. Understood?" the man said as if reciting something he had long since memorized.

Shishido nodded, pushing his hair out of his face. "Hai, Netone-san," he said, swallowing at the thought of certain places being shaved. How was he supposed to do that without cutting himself? He let out a shuttered sigh, turning his attention to the other again.

A bag seemed to have procured from nowhere and Netone rummaged through it half-heartedly. "You can get dressed now," he said, still looking through the bag. Once Shishido was dressed again Netone handed him the black bag, smirking. "Here are you work clothes," he said. He watched Shishido carefully for a moment. "Don't try to cheat me on my share. You won't like how I discipline my lying, cheating whores."

Shishido looked at the bag and nodded. He didn't really have anything to say though he thought Eighty/twenty wasn't really fair. He wasn't in the position to argue. He was fully dressed, holding the bag, waiting to see if Netone had anything else to say.

"In your bag is a card case with my card. You will give a card to each client you have," Netone started, running his hands through his messy black hair that was probably dirty. "After each shift you will report to the address on the cards and give me my share of the money. That is all. If you don't have any questions you may leave."

"Hai, I understand. Ja ne," Shishido mumbled hastily. He bowed lowly before running to head back home. He wanted a shower and to get the instructed shaving done. The boy might have time to nap before school if he hurried. "Just a job," he muttered to himself as he finally got home.

~

How did news travel so fast? ‘Was the thought that came to mind as another person came up to him with that questioning look in their eyes. And pity. Countless people had already asked him if it were true that his dad had been fired. He lied to them, saying that they had it wrong, that his father was actually getting a promotion.

Atobe could see through that of course, knowing the less fortunate teammate was simply humiliated. Well Ore-sama had to do something about it. He would not permit one of –his- regulars (especially Shishido) to be kicked out of the school due to something as frivolous as job loss. That simply wouldn’t happen under Atobe’s rule. “Why didn’t you tell Ore-sama about this?” Atobe asked.

Shishido gave a half-hearted shrug, wishing the teacher would come in the room already. It was impossible to lie to Atobe and get away with it. “Because, my family doesn’t need your handouts. We are doing fine,” Shishido stated finally, turning his eyes to Atobe in stubborn defiance. He wouldn’t take the other’s money. “I don’t need help.”

Atobe narrowed his eyes. As much as he loved Shishido's fiery, determined and prideful nature he wouldn't let it destroy the other. But now, he concluded, was not the time to push the other to accept his help. "Ore-sama can help anytime you need it. Always feel free to ask."

Shishido nodded almost smiling at Atobe. He was glad the other had backed off. He would never accept Atobe's handouts, but in a way he was thankful. Atobe wouldn't help just anyone. Money was one of the ways the tennis star showed he cared. He shook his head and pulled out some paper when the homeroom teacher finally walked in.

"Let's begin."

~

Shishido walked home quietly from the bus stop. He didn't like lying to his parents or anyone for that matter. He was generally honest and it was an important trait to him, honesty that is. He would have to lie to them. It was the only way to stop the fighting over him while at the same time not taking a handout.

When he came in and slipped off his shoes dinner was already on the table. He pulled on his house slippers. "Hi, Dad, Mom," he said, trying to ignore the tense air in the room. It was obvious the two had just been fighting again. His mother motioned for him to sit down and dinner began as soon as he had taken his seat.

"I talked to Sakaki-san today," Shishido finally broached the subject. He set his chopsticks down to focus on what he was saying. "When I explained the situation he said there was nothing to worry about and my tuition would be taken care of as long as I remain on the regulars," Shishido said. He was tense from the strain he felt from lying, but again he reminded himself it would help his parents.

"That's wonderful!" his mother exclaimed and the atmosphere seemed to relax a bit. Shishido's father simply nodded; Shishido understood that his father's pride was severely wounded at the fact that he could not provide adequately for his family now.

Shishido gave them both a smile and bowed his head as he stood up. "I'm going to study," he told them, his second lie as he was simply going to sleep. He went to his room, looking at his desk where he should be studying like a normal kid. He had to sleep though. Most of his night would be spent on the streets. He felt shame coil in his stomach. Shishido pushed it down, moving to lie in bed, falling into a restless sleep.

TBC...

Author's Note:
Whew...so that was long...Hope you guys like it so far. This should be finished relatively quickly since I have it all planned out. I like where it will go...>_> Anyway! Please leave comments. <3

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Ficlet: Just Fuck Off 1/1 AkutsuxKaidoh

2006-06-16T23:48:52Z

Title: Just Fuck Off
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Challenge: 50pot
Theme: #15 Three words only for you
Pairing: AkutsuxKaidoh
Rating: PG for language
Warning(s): Akutsu has a potty mouth
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Akutsu is such a sweetheart.
A/N: *sweatdrop* Don’t ask. X_X BUT COMMENT PLEASE T_T
Word Count: 276

~

“Just fuck off,” Akutsu growled, eyes narrowed at Kaidoh. He pushed the smaller teen out of the way, scowling as he moved to leave the building.

Kaidoh grabbed Akutsu’s arm, trying to pull him back. There was something akin to desperation in his eyes. “Jin, come on,” he said, his hand sliding down Akutsu’s arm to intertwine their fingers. “You said you’d do this!” Kaidoh added.

Akutsu growled at Kaidoh again, but didn’t pull his hand away. “Just fuck off, Kaidoh,” he said, glaring at the entrance into the place he had promised he’d take Kaidoh the last time they’d fought; he had just wanted sex.

Kaidoh hissed. “Kch. It’s just a zoo, Akutsu! You aren’t going to die. The little kiddies, monkeys and other cute furry animals aren’t going to attack you,” he said with a mixed hint of annoyance and amusement.

“Just fuck off!” Akutsu said loudly, dragging Kaidoh towards the door that would lead them out of the entrance building and into the main part of the zoo.

Kaidoh laughed softly, squeezing Akutsu’s hand. “Thank you,” he said, pulling the other immediately in the direction of the pandas, though he would get sidetracked by every animal in between.

After several hours of walking around and cooing, Kaidoh finally stopped in front of the dolphin show. “Take me, take me!” he said almost bouncing.

Akutsu grunted and nodded just slightly. Maybe after this they could leave…and fuck.

Kaidoh pounced the other, hugging him around the neck and giving him a quick kiss. “I love you!”

“Just fuck off,” Akutsu grunted, putting Kaidoh down and walking to pay for the tickets to the dolphin show.

THE END

Author’s Notes: Short and not so sweet. Akutsu’s three words just for Kaidoh are mean. XD I thought this was a cute idea…comments?

FIC: Kikumaru-sama 1/1 EijixOishi NC-17

2006-06-16T16:33:10Z

Title: Kikumaru-sama
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: EijixOishi
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): evil!Eiji, violence, sorta non-con (not really), kink, blood
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Oishi meets Eiji's alter ego.
A/N: I'm not overly fond of writing this pairing but I hope you enjoy
reading. This is for the Pairing-of-the-Week contest at erotic_pot. If you like R/NC-17 rated PoT Fiction than join
erotic_pot! Anyway, comments appreciated. Hope you like
this fic. >_> It was kinda hard to write for some reason. lol.
Word Count: 991

~

It always showed. Eiji became less stable when he stopped his meds; though no one knew he was taking them outside his family and teachers. No one was sure what was wrong with him during those times. Of everyone, Oishi was subject to the harsh mood swings and temper tantrums the most. He had lost track of the times that Eiji had broken up with him during those phases. Honestly, that Eiji seemed like a completely different person.

The Seigaku doubles pair were walking home together when the latest shift started. The telltale signs were obvious. Usually relaxed, happy and loud Eiji had become tense, quiet and his features had darkened. Oishi wondered if maybe there wasn't a way to reverse this mood swing.

"Come over to my house, Shuichiro," Eiji said, using Oishi's first name, which was a rare occurrence even after knowing each other since freshman year in Junior high, and now in the third year of High School. Eiji took Oishi's arm in a tight grip and pulled him with him when it was the place they would usually part.

Oishi blinked in surprise at the sound of his name and allowed Eiji to drag him to the latter's house. He slipped off his shoes once inside, glancing around. Not surprisingly no one was home. The vice-captain's heart almost stopped when he saw Eiji's eyes after he had pulled on the guest house slippers. "Eiji?"

A normally sweet and tender hand backhanded Oishi harshly a low growl in Eiji's voice. "I didn't say you could talk," he said, voice dripping with honeyed acid. His eyes were dilated and looked almost completely black, irises invisible to the naked eye. The usually sweet and cuddly Eiji looked like one of Hell's finest demons.

Oishi furrowed a brow slightly his hand having moved to touch his cheek. He looked at Eiji in disbelief. Had the other really just hit him? That was nothing like Eiji at all. "Why did you do that, Eiji?" he demanded.

Eiji's eyes darkened more if that were possible and he slammed Oishi into he wall nearest him. He laughed maniacally, moving to hover over Oishi's body. He knelt down, straddling Oishi's chest, nails scraping painfully down the larger boy's neck. "I said, I didn't say you could speak. Furthermore, my name is not Eiji. You will call me Kikumaru-sama, understand bitch?" Eiji murmured in Oishi's ear, voice still like acidic honey.

Oishi had let out a groan when he hit the wall, falling to the ground with a pained grunt. He forced his eyes to Eiji's face, staring at him in disbelief yet again. "I understand," he said, flinching when Eiji raised his hand. "Kikumaru-sama," he added hastily. His mind scrambled to understand this. Was Eiji on something? The way his eyes were one would think so. Oishi for the first time ever was afraid of Eiji.

"Good boy," Eiji cackled, his nimble fingers unbuttoning Oishi's school shirt, proceeding to undress them both. When both boys were naked Eiji leaned down to Oishi's neck, lips brushing against his skin gently. Blood came quickly into Eiji's mouth when he bit Oishi viscously. He sucked at the wound as two fingers pressed into Oishi's untouched passage.

A scream caught in Oishi's throat at the feel of Eiji's teeth piercing and tearing the tender skin of his throat. "Ei...Kikumaru-sama, what are you doing?" he gasped out, hand moving to push Eiji's head away, though Eiji pinned his wrist easily. His body arched as fingers moved inside him, his free hand gripping Eiji's shoulder. Pain radiated from his ass and he twisted his body away from the intruding fingers.

Eiji finally let go of Oishi's wrists, lapping his neck a few times. When he removed his fingers from Oishi he grinned at the whimper the other let pass through his lips. Cruel fingers pressed against Oishi's neck coating themselves and Eiji's hand in blood. Using the blood Eiji palmed his erection, giving it a sort of makeshift lubrication. Without wasting any time he thrust his length into Oishi. Perhaps with some form of mercy he paused and waited once he was completely engulfed in Oishi's heated passage.

Oishi's hands gripped Eiji's shoulders again, as pain ripped through every nerve of his body in a spreading wildfire. His head was feeling light from the pain and blood loss, but his grip was still tight. "Kikumaru-sama," he almost screamed as the head of Eiji's shaft brushed the bundle of nerves in him that sent a shock of pleasure and numbed the pain.

Eiji chuckled, thrusting roughly into Oishi, backhanding the other. "Louder, Shuichiro," he demanded somewhat breathy, groaning as his hips slammed forward quicker against Oishi's body. His nails dug into Oishi's chest, scraping down and opening skin. He mewled as his hips moved into the other, leaning down to Oishi's chest, licking the blood, pressing his face to it.

Oishi groaned in pain, body arching into the other. His arms gripped the other's hair now as his body moved into Eiji's pounding hips. "Ah, E...Kikumaru-sama," he moaned, panting heavily. His orgasm was fast approaching and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Eiji slapped Oishi again, sneering down at him as a blood covered hand stroked Oishi's weeping length. "Shuichiro, don't hold back," the dark voice commanded, thrusts becoming erratic. Within a few minutes Oishi had cried out his release, muscles clenching around Eiji. The latter groaned out as his own orgasm ripped through him.

It was as if the blinding pleasure brought Eiji's eyes back to normal and large blue eyes stared down at Oishi's green orbs. "What...nya...Oishi?"

Now how was Oishi going to explain Kikumaru-sama's actions this time? First, he had to convince Eiji to let them clean up. Then it'll be fine. It always was though this time, this other person had finally identified themselves. Oishi hoped though, that they wouldn't be back for a long, long time.

THE END

Author's Notes: This fic went downhill the more I wrote. I hate the ending personally, but I thought it was best to end it before I died writing it. I hope you like it despite its fault. I guess no fic is perfect neither any writer. Anyway, I love comments and don’t' seem to get enough these days.

Love y'all.

[The Diary Chronicles] The Very Secret Fuzzy Diary of Eiji Kikumaru PG-13

2006-06-13T00:11:09Z

Fic: The Very Secret Fuzzy Diary of Eiji Kikumaru
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Series: The Diary Chronicles (Second Diary)
Pairings: TezukaxEiji, other implied
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Yaoi, crack!fic, some kink and sexual themes
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Takeshi Konomi
Summary: I, Eiji Kikumaru, solemnly swear harsh glomping to anyone who violates the secrecy of my very secret fuzzy diary, nya!
A/N: Second installment in the series. Hope you enjoy it. Next will probably be Kunimitsu Tezuka ^-^v (That one will be hard lol). I’m doing all of Seigaku, then Hyotei and then various others. ^-^v Hope y’all like the series! Diary will be from Day1-Day 30(not necessarily 30 entries though).

IF YOU WANT TO READ KAIDOH’S CHECK OUT THE MEMORIES ON aijis_muse or ASK me for a link and I’ll scrounge it up for you.

I also had a picture of Eiji's diary, but I can't get it scanned, if I get it scanned later I'll add it.
Word Count: 1033

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Day One

This diary is so cute! It’s all fuzzy and soft and pink! I used up my purple one already! I was so sad…But! Oishi bought me this one when I told him. ^-^ Sometimes I wish Tezuka was nice like that. If I had told him he would have ignored me! Tezuka is so mean to me…Nya! I love him anyway.

Ochibi and Kaidoh are so cute!!! Hoi hoi! I love watching them, though I get kind of jealous of them. At least Ochibi can get Kaidoh to pay attention to him no matter where they are. Tezuka barely touches me even when we’re alone, nya! Especially after Kaidoh caught us in the locker room. That was kind of funny! I wish I had a picture of his face! Hoi hoi!

Well, poopy! I have to go to school now. T_T

Day Two

I went over to Tezuka’s today! ^-^ Nya!!! We cooked cookies together and he said I looked cute in his mother’s apron. Hoi hoi! We had sex on the counter. Wah! He feels so good inside of me, all big and hard! His voice is so sexy when he’s horny. Hoi hoi! His parents came home just as we finished! We almost got caught, but he winked at me when they came. ^-^

Oh, oh, oh! Oishi and I made a new formation today! Nya! We actually MADE a brand NEW one! We still have to name it! Nya! Nya! I was so excited when we finally got it down. I really never want to play doubles with anyone else! Golden Pair = FOREVER! I hope Oishi feels the same way…O_O What if he doesn’t?!?!?! TT_TT I’ll DIE!

Day Three

Oi! I’m so tired! T_T Tezuka made me run extra laps today. I really didn’t even do anything! T_T All I did was kiss Fuji on the cheek. Nya…

Tezuka is just so mean…

Day Four

Ochibi got mad at Inui and Momo. Not sure why, but those two won’t go NEAR Kaidoh! Kaidoh doesn’t seem to upset though. Nya! I wanna know what happened!

Tezuka is still mad about something! BAKA, nya!

Day Five

*sighs* Tezuka still won’t pay attention to me. He made me cry today. I really wish he wouldn’t be so cruel. Oishi took me out for ice cream and tried to make me feel better, nya~…It worked for a little bit.

I need to figure out a way to get Tezuka to pay attention to me again. Maybe Fuji or Inui will have some ideas. I’ll ask them tomorrow. I can’t wait for Sunday. Nya! Though it won’t be good if Tezuka still hates me! TT_TT

Day Six

Plan A begins tomorrow.

Day Seven

Plan A failure…Tezuka must not like cross-dressing…Nya…I thought I looked good! Fuji tried to molest me though and that made me feel better! ^-^v

Day Eight

Plan B begins. Maybe Tezuka will like a catboi. >_> I hope so! Nya! I really like the ears and tail! *giggles* Inui gave them to me so maybe his plan will have more success!

Day Nine

Whee! Hoi hoi! Plan B was a success! We ended up having sex in Ryuzaki’s office! It was kinky! ^-^ I really do love the sounds he makes in my ear when we have sex, nya! Ryuzaki came in JUST as we got dressed; we’re so lucky with stuff like that! It was exciting. I think Tezuka was embarrassed! Kawaiiiii DA! TT_TT

Oh, tomorrow after school I’m spending the night at Tezuka’s and we’re going to hang out all Sunday! I bet he’ll make me practice tennis on our day off! TT_TT He’s such a slave driver, nya!

Day Twelve

I’m so tired, nya! I ended up spending last night at Tezuka’s house as well. >_> We had bunny sex! T_T HE actually exhausted ME! Hoi hoi! He wasn’t wanting to stop either! XD

*giggles* I wonder what people would do and think if they found out Tezuka was a horndog. XD A well-endowed one, nya!

Day Thirteen

Inui’s going to let me keep the ears and tail!

I’m going to sneak over to Tezuka’s!

Hoi hoi nya!!

^-^

I’m going to get laid tonight, nya!

Day Fourteen

I don’t feel so good, hoi…Oishi said I looked green.

Didn’t get to see Tezuka today. That makes me sad. TT_TT *sniffles* I want Tezuka to coddle me while I’m sick! Oh…ew…that didn’t taste good, nya…

Day Nineteen

I’ve been so sick, nya nya! Tezuka came over a lot. *giggles* I should be sick more often! He’s cute when he’s worried. Hoi hoi! I didn’t feel good though that’s the bad part.

No one would let me out of bed! It was boring. T_T I really do hate being sick, nya. Oishi is coming over to give me notes and help me catch up. Don’t know why Tezuka won’t come to study, nya…But…nya…hoi hoi! Oishi’s great too!

Day Twenty-two

T_T Studying is so boring! Oishi and Tezuka made me study instead of playing tennis! I’m mad at them! *cries*

Hoi…

Day Twenty-four

O.O Tezuka bought me candies! TT_TT It’s so cute and sweet. I love Tezuka, hoi hoi!

I don’t know why he bought me candies, nya! I’m not complaining, though! *giggles*

Day Twenty-five

O.O Nooooooo! *cries* This diary is almost full! Maybe I can get Tezuka to get me one now! XD

Nya Nya! We had sex again. He spanked me! It was hot though…He had me pulled over his lap, nya! XD I was wearing my tail and ears!

Day Twenty-seven

Whee! Tezuka said he’d buy me a new diary! *giggles* Inui game me some new costumes. O_o There are some that I don’t know how I’m supposed to put on! Hoi hoi!

Day Twenty-nine

Oishi kissed me. O.o I’m glad Tezuka didn’t see! Oishi’s lips are tasty, nya! But I like Tezuka’s better.

Nee-chan used all my toothpaste again!

Day Thirty

<3 Last entry!

I love this diary so much, nya! But I have one from Tezuka now! It’s bright blue and fuzzy! It came with a small little fuzzy matching pen, nya! *giggles and bounces*

GOODBYE BEAUTIFUL DIARY! I’ll miss you!! TT_TT

Love,

Eiji

THE END

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aijis_muse @ 2006-06-11T15:21:00

2006-06-11T19:30:09Z

Title: Bad Girl
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Nana
Pairing: NanaxReira
Rating: Heavy R
Warning(s): yuri, Tachi!Nana, Neko!Reira, smut, kink, questionable consent in parts
Disclaimer: Belongs to Yazawa
Summary: Reira’s a bad girl and Nana’s a disciplinarian.
A/N: For delbor. This is my first Nana fic and also my first attempt at yuri. >_> I realize that there is probably a lot of oocness…sorry about that. X-x I think it only made Heavy R, sorry delbor
Word Count: 1346

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Maybe she was being ridiculous. No, she definitely was. She hated other girls that would become like this, but…Reira burned her the wrong way. She hated how Ren talked about Reira; she hated Reira’s voice and most of all she hated the sweet, childish personality. In short, Reira got under Nana’s skin.

Nana couldn’t honestly say she hated Reira or even that she truthfully didn’t like her; that fact served to piss Nana off to the core. So, why had she come over when Reira had called her? “This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself, staring at Reira’s door as she had been for the past ten minutes. She finally knocked.

Reira opened the door and smiled brightly at Nana. “Nana-chan!” she exclaimed, almost pouncing the other as she hugged her around the neck. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

Nana blinked and reached to pull Reira off of her, ignoring how soft Reira’s arms were. “What’d you want?” she asked, brushing past her and pulling off her shoes. Why had she come? More than likely Reira didn’t even have a good reason. Again Nana asked herself why she had come.

Reira simply giggled and nearly bounced into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink or eat?” she asked, taking out a beer for herself.

Nana nodded. “Sure, why not,” she said, moving into the living room, sitting on the couch and making herself at home. She crossed her legs and let her body sink down into what had to be an expensive designer couch, arms folded across her chest. A few minutes later when Reira came in, it dawned on her the other singer was wearing nothing but a towel. How hadn’t she noted that before?

Reira handed Nana her beer and sat down in a comfy looking chair across from her. In that position the towel didn’t hide as much as it should and Reira keeping her legs slightly parted didn’t help.

Nana’s eyes were inadvertently drawn between Reira’s thighs before she looked up, ignoring a few dirty thoughts that entered her mind. “So, why did you ask me out here?” Nana said with a bored tone, staring at some random picture on Reira’s wall to keep her eyes from checking out Reira’s privates again.

Reira giggled yet again and shook her head, curly hair falling forward. “I just wanted to see you Nana!” Reira said, taking a drink of her beer.

Nana blinked and then scowled. “Baka. Don’t waste my time like this,” she said, setting her beer down and standing to leave. “Goodbye, Reira.”

Reira’s eyes widened and she leapt to catch Nana’s arm, pressing her soft body to Nana. “Reira’s been bad?” she purred in Nana’s ear. “Then you should punish her for being a naughty girl.” Soft breasts pressed into Nana as Reira moved closer, pouting slightly.

Nana blinked and felt a warm coiling feeling begin in her stomach. “Bad girl,” she murmured, her lips twisting into a snarl. She pulled Reira’s towel off to expose her body fully. “Get on your hands and knees she commanded, waiting for Reira’s compliance.

A slight gasp escaped Reira’s pouty mouth when the towel was stolen away. “Nana…” she protested, trying to cover herself. She pouted at Nana’s order and hesitated before obeying. “What are you doing?” she asked, a hint of fear and apprehension in her voice. There was a mischievous glint in Reira’s eyes as shift again.

Nana’s eyes raked over Reira’s pale ivory skin, taking in her soft curves, now shamelessly. “Quiet,” she commanded, eyes hardening slightly. When she was sure Reira wasn’t going to say anything more she pulled a small chair closer to the other woman, sitting on it. Her long fingers caressed lightly over Reira’s buttocks, almost giving an audible moan at the silky feel.

Reira shivered and pressed into Nana’s hand. Her body heated and slightly and she wiggled a little. “Nana…what are you doing,” she said, curiosity was not something Trapnest’s singer and tame.

Nana brought her hand back, slapping Reira’s rear harshly. A soft gasp and the sharp crack of the slap were the only sounds in the room. Several more slaps fell on Reira’s pert ass, increasing in power and frequency. Nana reached forward her free hand, wrapping tightly in the soft, long hair. She jerked Reira’s head up. “You’ve been a bad little girl,” she sneered, beginning to rain down slaps on Reira’s rear again.

Reira whimpered with each smack, fingers curling into the ground. Her rear was burning and was a bright red color. Regardless of the she felt a sticky wet feeling in between her legs. Each slap sent a mixed shock of pleasure and pain through her.

Nana finally tired of spanking Reira and used her hair to jerk her around. She scooted up so that she was sitting on the edge of the chair. Reira’s direct line of sight would be up Nana’s skirt. “Do you understand you’re a bad girl and you deserved that?” Nana asked, leaning over Reira her breast brushing the other’s cheek. Her hand caressed the woman’s hip, before moving to her inner thigh. She felt the wetness there and brushed her hand against Reira’s damp heat. “You little wet slut. Did you enjoy that?” Nana asked scornfully. Maybe she -did- have some hard feelings; actually, forget the maybe.

Reira cried out when she was pulled around, trying to pull her head back. “I understand,” she whispered. Her cheeks flamed when she saw Nana’s skirt, looking to the side. When fingers brushed her heat a soft melodious moan passed her full lips. Why was Nana doing this to her and why did it have to feel so good? She tensed at Nana’s coarse words, trying to pull back. “I’m not…” she whispered.

Nana jerked Reira’s head again, using her free hand to push up her skirt, pushing down her underwear, getting them off with minimal trouble. “You are a slut,” she said, parting her legs and pulling Reira’s head, closer to her heat. “Pleasure me, whore,” Nana said, whispering the words hotly against Reira’s ear.

Reira tried to protest again but she couldn’t deny that she desired this, but she was not a whore. Another tug her head prompted her to brush her lips along the slit of Nana’s heat. Her tongue flicked out against Nana, pressing the slit open slightly.

A soft moan escaped Nana’s mouth when she felt the tentative tongue flick against her clit. She shivered slightly, pressing Reira’s head closer. “That’s it, slut,” she moaned, hips moving towards the sweet torture of Reira’s tongue.

Reira doubled her efforts to pleasure Nana, hearing her moans. In truth, Reira enjoyed submitting. She almost got more pleasure from giving to others than when another set out to pleasure her. She mewled softly against Nana’s heat, sending vibrations through the sensitive area. Her tongue ventured hesitantly deeper into Nana, hands moving to rest on Nana’s thighs, giving herself a better balance. The taste and smell of Nana invaded her senses, bitter and tangy, a lot like Nana.

Nana continued to grip Reira’s hair not letting up even when Reira was obviously not going to pull away. Nana liked control, liked the pleasure that came from, making Reira do this to her. “Just a little more,” she panted, feeling the orgasm start to swell. After a few more minutes of Reira’s tortuous licks she found her pleasure.

When the tumultuous waves subsided she slumped into the chair, pulling Reira up. Lips met each other in a harsh, passionate kiss as Nana’s hand slipped between Reira’s leg, pushing the Trapnest singer over the edge.

Reira cried out loudly against Nana’s lisp, hip bucking slightly into Nana’s hand. Her body fell limp against Nana’s, panting softly. “Nana…” she mumbled.

Nana showed Reira off of her, standing up and wiping her fingers off. Unceremoniously Nana pulled her underwear on, moving to the door. After getting her shoes on she turned to Reira. “If you’re ever a bad girl again, call me.” With that she left.

THE END

Author’s Notes: Well there it is…I hope it’s not to bad… Feedback is appreciated.

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FIC: Yuushi's Claim 1/1 YuushixJirou R

2006-06-07T21:07:49Z

Title: Yuushi’s Claim
Author: Anestel
Email: candiedinago@gmail.com
Livejournal: anestel
Writing Journal: aijis_muse
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: YuushixJirou
Rating: Heavy R
Warning(s): Yaoi, rough Yuushi, spanking, S&M
Disclaimer: All belongs to Takeshi Konomi.
Summary: Atobe and Jirou successfully make Yuushi jealous.
A/N: COMMENTS COMMENTS COMMENTS! T_T Please
Word Count: 1563

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Yuushi glared at Atobe from behind his romance novel. No one ever liked when their boyfriend was getting close to another or the guy was getting close to their boyfriend, or both. But Yuushi was an extremely jealous guy and seeing Atobe hold Jirou against him, nuzzling him as Jirou clung around his neck…Well it just didn’t sit well with Yuushi.

Jirou giggled, snuggling closer to Atobe. “I think it’s working!” he whispered in the other’s ear, hugging more. He pressed his body as close to Atobe as possible. Yes, Jirou was trying to make Yuushi jealous.

Atobe smirked. “Of course, Ore-sama is convincing,” he said turning his head and making it look as if he was about to kiss Jirou.

‘Oh hell no,’ Yuushi thought, tossing his book aside. “Jirou, let’s go,” he said, taking the few steps towards the two. His hand grabbed Jirou with a tight grip, pulling him from Atobe. He didn’t give Jirou a chance to protest as they went to the back entrance of Atobe’s cottage. Yuushi cursed the fact they couldn’t completely leave and go home.

Jirou whined when Yuushi grabbed him, snatching Yuushi’s book up with they passed it and hitting Yuushi on the head with it. He whined again when Yuushi tossed it away. “Bye bye, Keigo-chan!” he called, blowing him a kiss. He giggled when Atobe wiggled his fingers at him before he turned to talk to Kabaji. “Yuushi!” You’re hurting me,” Jirou said, pulling his hand away once they were in the cottage. “Why’d you have to do that? I was playing with Buchou!”

Yuushi growled at Jirou blowing the kiss and pressed him into the wall of the hallway they were in. “You were practically making out with him,” he jeered, anger and jealousy clear in his eyes. “You’re mine and I don’t want to and I won’t share you with him,” the blue-haired boy growled, pressing his lips harshly to Jirou’s. He bit the bottom lip harshly keeping Jirou’s head still if he tried to move away from the kiss.

Jirou squirmed, trying to get from in between Yuushi and the wall. He tensed and whimpered at the bite, never one to enjoy pain of any kind. “Dame, Yuushi,” he whimpered, hands pushing against the larger boy’s chest.

Yuushi scowled, grabbing the other’s arm and dragging him to his room. He shoved him inside, not even looking at Jirou. “Strip,” he commanded, going to the closet and taking out an unmarked paper bag. His muscles were tense with the way he was forcing back his anger. It wasn’t just this one incident, if it was maybe he would have handled it better; Atobe and Jirou were constantly all over each other and always in front of Yuushi.

Jirou blinked, stumbling into the room. Maybe he had pushed Yuushi to far this time. He was a bit scared at the look in Yuushi’s eyes and how tense he was. He had never seen Yuushi so tense before. Taking that into consideration he didn’t want to go against the other’s orders, and so he obediently undressed, staying as quiet as he could.

Yuushi still hadn’t looked at Jirou but he could hear the other stripping. “Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Your ass should face me,” he commanded, running his hands over a few objects that he had pulled from the bag. When Jirou was in his demanded position Yuushi went over to him with a studded thin strip of black leather. He let his eyes roam over the curve of his boyfriend’s body as a hand caressed over his neck. “Mine,” he said, the leather slipping around Jirou’s throat, locking in the back. A leash was hung from a small metal hoop in the front.

Jirou shivered at the gentle feel of Yuushi’s fingertips on his neck. He let out a yelp of surprise when instead of fingers he felt smooth leather enclosing around his neck. His lover’s hand caressed down Jirou’s back, making the smaller boy tremble with the tingling sensation of pleasure. “Yuushi…” he whined in protest of the teasing touch and the collar; he wasn’t a dog…

Yuushi nearly smiled, Jirou was adorable when he whined like that. However, right now Yuushi didn’t have the time to be amused. He had to punish Jirou and remind him that Yuushi had claimed him and he didn’t plan on giving up that claim, especially not when he was in love with Jirou. His hand ran down the other’s pert ass, squeezing it firmly. He pulled his hand back before giving Jirou a light slap.

Jirou’s body tensed at the slap, trying to move away. He felt the leash shift and jerk him back slightly. He whimpered looking back at Yuushi. “What are you doing?” he said, wiggling slightly, but not trying to move away. The slap really hadn’t hurt that much, he had only been surprised and confused by it.

“Punishing you,” Yuushi said, his hand landing again, harder on the other’s pert ass. He continued spanking Jirou, listening to the other’s pained whimpers and protests. He noted that the smaller boy was aroused even though Yuushi hadn’t tried to pleasure him at all. His hand was finally read and stinging after several minutes of beating Jirou’s ass with it. He moved back to his bag, keeping one eye on Jirou.

Jirou felt tears pricking his eyes at the burning from the harsh slaps of Yuushi’s hand. When the other moved away he pressed his face down in the mattress, trembling. The new position only brought his ass up more for the blue-haired boy’s viewing pleasure. He was confused. Yuushi had never done anything like this. Had he really bee that bad to have upset Yuushi so much? His face was turning red against the mattress, not only from pain and embarrassment, but also from shame of what he had been doing.

Yuushi came back with a small wooden paddle in his hand. “Jirou, you are mine and I won’t share your body, or your sweet lips,” he said lowly, letting the paddle fall on the other’s red abused rear, alternating hits to Jirou’s soft thighs. He knew Jirou would be bruised and that it would be even more difficult for the boy to sit still than usual.

Jirou was sobbing softly, flinching and crying out with each hit of the paddle. His fingers curled into the blanket. “Gomen, Yuushi! Please, stop,” he managed to force out between his sobs. The paddle hurt even worse than Yuushi’s hand, added to the fact that his body was already sore beyond measure. “I’m only yours!”

Yuushi smiled inwardly and tossed the paddle aside. He would have had to stop anyway unless he intended to break Jirou’s battered skin. His hand grazed lightly over the heated skin, listening to a soft whimper from his lover. He turned the other onto his back gently, leaning down and kissing him tenderly. The anger and jealousy had seeped from him now.

Jirou returned the kiss, pressing up into the other’s body, fingers moving and curling into Yuushi’s shoulders. The fear he had been stricken with eased away, pulling Yuushi closer. Tears still were gathered in the corners of his eyes but he ignored them. He parted his lips invited Yuushi’s tongue into his mouth eagerly.

Yuushi allowed the kiss to continue a long period of time before he pulled away, brushing his thumb lightly under the other’s eyes, to wipe the tears gathered there. “If I had sexy with you right now your poor ass cheeks would be hurting even worse,” he murmured, running a teasing fingers over his lover’s length.

Jirou arched, whimpering needily. His arousal was already leaking his seed at the tip. “Please, Yuushi,” he begged softly his hips rising. He blinked when Yuushi pulled away, pouting. The pout faded, watching Yuushi undress, finally revealing lean and toned muscles. He squirmed when Yuushi straddled his chest, facing Jirou’s groin. “What are you doing,” he pouted, hips arching up.

Yuushi chuckled lowly as he leaned forward on his hands, getting up on his knees and shifting to where his shaft brushed against Jirou’s mouth. “Suck me off,” he commanded, lowering his own mouth over Jirou’s arousal, sucking on the tip of it. His tongue massaged Jirou’s tongue and both boy’s groaned at the sensations the other was bestowing on them. Yuushi’s slender fingers pressed into Jirou’s entrance teasing him doubly.

Jirou moaned around Yuushi’s length, sucking on him harder as his hips bucked up. The horridly teasing fingers pressed repeatedly against his sweet spot, filling him with pleasure. A fuse of need was ignited him by Yuushi’s actions. He whimpered as Yuushi’s own moan reverberated through his length, causing him to shudder and his release was brought closer.

It didn’t take much longer before the two boys released into each other’s mouths, swallowing their lovers’ essence greedily. Yuushi finally came back to himself and lapped at Jirou’s length a few times before, getting off of him. He smiled at Jirou and by the time he had gotten Jirou in his arms and the blanket over them the smaller boy was asleep. He chuckled, unhooking the leash but leaving the collar. He caressed the leather around Jirou’s neck. “Mine, forever…because I love you…and now you are mine,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

THE END

Author’s Notes:

Dear Readers,

God, this whole fucking fic sucked. X-x I’m really disappointed in myself. It was a good idea, but my writing is horrible. My writing sucks lately and I don’t know why. Please forgive my horrible writing. I hope you enjoyed the story at least a bit and yes, if you’re wondering the ending was rushed because I wasn’t in the mood but wanted it down before I gave up on this story.

Love,
Suckist writer ever.

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x-x I fail at live. x-x

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This has been written for over a week but it took me that long to get around to typing it up. -,-.

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Did I mention I FAIL at life?