BakaBerry

goodbye! <3

2008-02-23T06:08:08Z

Alack, I'm calling quits for the foreseeable future.

This means you all get to see my unfinished fics! (those not posted in previous unfinished fic memes.)

Maybe I'll write again, some day. Until that day, this journal is closed!

Thank you for all the fun times. ♥

one-sided tego/pi - this was meant to be Tego-wank. I started it back before everyone thought Tegoshi was hot; back when he was still adorable and had babyfat but was stepping up to the plate for his sexy nineteen year-old "I'm a real man, now" debut. Real GAY is more like it, but I love him anyway. <3

Tegoshi Yuya.

Sweet, chaste, pure, unassuming Tegoshi.

Tegoshi wonders, sometimes, what would happen if he pulled away from his current image, so well-loved by the fans, so endearing to his bandmates.

Tegoshi thinks, maybe, he’s kind of sick of the way everyone expects him to maintain an angelic reputation all the time. He thinks that if he hears the makeup girls call him “cute” one more time, he’ll explode, maybe in a way that would make the Incredible Hulk feel inadequate.

What if he changed? What would happen?

He decides to find out.

When the photographer at the next photo shoot asks him to unbutton his shirt or take it off completely, rather than crossing his arms insecurely and shying away from the attention that would bring him, he does as he is asked and poses for the camera, donning the facial expression he practiced for hours in front of his mirror to get just right.

It wasn’t really that hard, Tegoshi thinks, later. After a few minutes, he forgot his insecurities and felt more comfortable in less clothing.

When the proofs come back from the first shoot where this happened, his bandmates murmur appreciatively and encouragingly. Tegoshi is growing up, they say.

They pat him on the back and he tries not to watch too closely when the proofs make their way into Yamapi’s hands. He tries not to hope too much that Yamapi is pleased with his transformation, maybe intrigued, maybe even a little aroused.

That night, he imagines the things he wouldn't let himself, that day. He imagines Yamapi

angsty TegoMasu - I wrote this most recently, but never got around to the sex and even though I had a great plan to make everything better in the end, this fic never did want to be finished. Poor TegoMasu! I never could do my OTP justice.

Autumn rain soaks through Tegoshi's tuxedo. The forecast predicted sunshine, so Tegoshi hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella.

All around him, women pull compact umbrellas from their handbags and open them to protect their dresses and their dates. It begins as a gentle mist but quickly progresses to a healthy downpour. He can feel his hair falling flat, and the water is cool running under the collar of his shirt, down between his shoulder blades.

He doesn’t have a date. The one who would be his date for this sort of event is emerging from the large double doors of the upscale hotel, and will not be descending the staircase lined with well-dressed (and dry) party guests to share an umbrella with him.

Masuda Takahisa stands under the awning with his bride, pausing in his exit as the hotel staff scramble to escort the couple down the steps and to their limo under the protection of more umbrellas.

The bride is smiling widely. This is her day, after all. Masuda grins tightly, bowing in several directions before stepping forward to move down the first step. The wedding guests cheer, shout their congratulations, and wave goodbye. At the foot of the stairs, Tegoshi stands alone, hoping to catch Masuda’s eye once more before he climbs into the limousine that will take the bride and groom to their honeymoon.

Masuda never looks in his direction, instead watching the ground closely, as if the last step were going to trick him and grow taller to make him trip; as if he hasn’t already traversed these steps a thousand times in the months leading up to this day.

**

On the eve of Masuda’s wedding, Tegoshi finds himself standing at the door to his friend’s apartment. The lights are on, even at the late hour, and Tegoshi knows Masuda is awake with nerves. He tells himself he is just coming by to wish Masuda luck. When Masuda opens the door, he knows he’s lying to himself.

His eyes meet Masuda’s, and he finds in them a resigned understanding. He doesn’t need to lie to Masuda, either. Masuda wordlessly steps back to allow Tegoshi entry. The door clicks shut behind Tegoshi, and he turns to face Masuda. The light over the entryway is sharp, accusing, and makes Tegoshi want to retreat further into the house. Masuda doesn’t invite Tegoshi to do this. Instead, he slumps against the front door, digging his hands deep into the pockets of his track pants.

Tegoshi mimics the posture in order to keep his hands occupied. His fingers itch to remove the bit of flour he sees smeared on Masuda’s left cheek (he must be baking, Tegoshi thinks; Masuda always makes food when he’s nervous), but knows better than to try to touch him. He clears his throat. Masuda flinches at the sound; he must know what Tegoshi is about to say.

“Don’t do it,” Tegoshi says. Those three words have stood between them for a year, since the announcement came in the middle of NEWS’ tenth anniversary tour. “Please. Don’t do it.” Tonight he has come to ask once more. He knows what the answer will be. They’ve discussed it dozens of times.

“You know why this has to happen,” Masuda says softly. Tegoshi’s heart hurts with the response. Even yesterday, it didn’t hurt this badly. Yesterday, he still had today. Today is gone; there is only tomorrow, and tomorrow is the wedding. His last chance has passed.

It has to happen. For Masuda’s family, who would never understand what they share, and for the band, which would never recover from the scandal if their relationship made it beyond the walls of the Jimusho.

“Then, just this once,” Tegoshi begins, finding the words leave his mouth almost as quickly as they enter his brain, and steps toward Masuda hesitantly. His right hand has left its pocket and hovers in the air between them. “One last time?”

Masuda’s nod is almost imperceptible. Tegoshi almost doesn’t believe he’s seen it until Masuda brings his left hand up to meet Tegoshi’s, interlocking their fingers and using the connection to lead Tegoshi through the apartment.

Tegoshi tries not to see signs of the girl in Masuda’s life as they pass the kitchen (placemats on the table) and living area (throw pillows on the couch) to reach the bedroom. He fails miserably at trying not to think about how Masuda will share this room with his fiancé – she’ll be his wife by then – after the wedding.

He can’t bring himself to respond at first, when Masuda backs to the bed but doesn’t sit down. Instead, he pulls Tegoshi into is arms and holds him there. Tegoshi didn’t plan this. Doesn’t expect tenderness. He thinks it should be starved, rough, fast, over before it’s really begun.

He returns the embrace on instinct, doesn’t even think about it before he’s doing it, and relishes in the feel of Masuda’s back, warm and strong, beneath the cloth of his shirt. He closes his eyes to the world and tucks his face inward, breathing in Masuda’s scent. It’s been too long since he got to hold Masuda like this. He can’t help the tears escaping from his closed eyes as he grips at Masuda’s shirt and tries not to think about letting go.

Pin - I have no idea where this was going.

Jin knows he's hot. It would be kind of hard for even him to miss the screams whenever he sings a solo, moves his hips, or generally makes an appearance in any public space for any occasion, even if it's just him running to the grocery store for fresh fish. He may not be known for his ability to catch on to subtle hints, but then there is nothing subtle about the fans' display of love for Jin.

The problem, Jin thinks, is that Yamapi doesn't seem to see what the fans see.

This is a very big problem.

Jin wonders if sometimes, if Yamapi isn't actually more clueless than he is, and if maybe he's just better at hiding it from the world.

TegoJin - I got this idea that Jin missed Tegoshi's transformation, because we really only saw it in magazines starting with the April 2007 issues, and those came out in March, and Jin came back in April, so the change would have come as quite a shock to him, and I imagined Tegoshi might be suitably slutty enough to take advantage of Jin's obvious lusty confusion to bed him once or ~~twice~~ten times. I thought it might be fun to write. It didn't work out. Lol

While he was in Los Angeles, Jin liked to try to keep up with his friends from work. At first, he'd call a different one every day, but international calls cost a lot of money, and Johnny pretty much cut him off and made him live on a budget while he was here, so after a while, he stopped calling people. Email was free. If you paid for internet, that is.

Sometime around January, Jin started relying on the magazines at the bookstore in Little Tokyo to keep himself from feeling too terribly homesick. He did the math (fingers, toes, and tick marks on a piece of scratch paper), and four magazines a month at ten dollars each meant he could cut his budget back by two dollars a day and be able to afford them.

He liked the articles. He liked that it was easier than checking up on each junior. He missed his friends. Yamapi's hair looked great. He'd left Japan before this photoshoot, and didn't realize Shige had changed his hair again. Ryo wouldn't be too fond of this look at all. Tegoshi looked kind of hot.

Jin shook his head. What?

His bandmates looked well, though Kame seemed overtired. Junno smiled too big, as always. Tsuyoshi's clothing became more and more outrageous as the years went by. Arashi looked as if nothing in the world could bring them down. Tegoshi looked really good.

Jin started, standing up suddenly and placing the magazine on the floor. He walked into the kitchen for a cold beer and tried to forget Japan for a while.

**

The next month,

Tegopi on an airplane - because you can never say no to Mile High Fic

"Ne, Yamashita-kun," Tegoshi leaned close to Yamapi's ear, "Have you heard of the Mile High Club?"

Yamapi turned his gaze slowly, trying hard to keep a disinterested expression on his face. The airplane tilted to the right and he could see the open stretch of Pacific Ocean below Tegoshi's window. "I've heard of it," he replied.

"And?" Tegoshi prodded, looking for all the world like he was about to open the biggest box under the tree on Christmas day.

"And I'm not a member, if that's what you're getting at."

"Ah, I see," Tegoshi mused, more to himself than in response to Yamapi. His curiosity sated, he fell quiet and Yamapi found himself lulled into a daze by the hum of the engines. An undetermined amount of time passed, and Yamapi was almost asleep when Tegoshi's voice broke through the wall of sound that otherwise surrounded him.

"Excuse me, I need to get up," Tegoshi said softly, placing a hand on Yamapi's leg to rouse him. As he stood, Yamapi thought he felt purpose in the way Tegoshi's hand settled on his leg. No, his thigh, and squeezing and... Okay, that would be obscene if Yamapi weren't so intrigued. Tegoshi maneuvered past Yamapi and turned back, leaning down. He placed a hand on Yamapi's right shoulder and said, "Don't forget to walk around, Yamashita-kun. LA is a long way away, and these seats are cramped." With that, he backed away, and Yamapi couldn't convince himself that Tegoshi didn't mean to drag his hand across his chest as he removed it from his person.

Tegoshi practically sauntered down the isle to the nearest lavatory, pausing to glance back at Yamapi, so quickly Yamapi thought he'd imagined it, before pulling open the door and stepping inside.

He listened hard for the lock, but the sound never came. Minutes passed.

Yamapi rose, trying to look casual but convinced he was failing. The door was unlocked. He opened it, stepped inside, and before he could pull the door shut behind him, the plane tilted again and Yamapi found himself following gravity, falling against Tegoshi on the other wall, and Tegoshi grinned as he reached behind Yamapi to turn the lock before pulling Yamapi in for a kiss.

RyoPi - I'm sad this never went anywhere. It's a totally fucked up AU that most of you have seen but it was locked when you saw it so I'm re-posting it and ha, now it's public and the whole world can mock me for making JE into a Harlequin Romance. XD

Nishikido Ryo is a fortunate prince.

He is well-loved by his people. They live in a time of peace, health, and overall prosperity. His father is a kind and benevolent king, ruling fairly, taxing only as much as is needed, and providing for his people the things they require to live full and happy lives.

The Nishikido family has come far from the harsh rule of their ancestors, and as Ryo rides his horse along the main road of the village that lies beyond his castle walls, he sees that awareness in the eyes of his peasants and artisans.

He is very fortunate, indeed. He requires minimal security as his horse clip-clops along the cobbled street. People line the sides of the road, hang out of second-story windows, and extend small children in their arms up toward him as he passes by so he can pat them on the head. They cheer for him; he does not fear for his life in the midst of this crowd. His retinue consists of two palace guards, not even the best to be found, walking on either side of him, and generally they are only needed in order to deter the young female admirers to sometimes attempt to paw at his feet in their stirrups.

Ryo is mildly surprised at the sight of one young man who seems unaffected by his presence. He could not be much younger than the prince, himself, and he stands in the doorway of a small woodshop with his arms crossed in front of him, leaning on the doorjamb. He does not smile, nor does he bow. He watches Ryo pass by with a level gaze, inclining his head as if it were an afterthought. In the window next to the doorway in which he stands, a young lade peers out at the spectacle. Her face is drawn, haunted, and Ryo sees a resemblance to the expression on the young man's face that causes shivers through his body.

This has effectively spoiled Ryo's good mood. He forces a smile, nudging his horse into a fasted pace, and resumes his tour of the village. The main gate leading past the castle wall is not far. The people love him. Ryo will not let the fate of one unfortunate family ruin his entire day. This morning's hunt was successful; there will be pheasant for dinner.

**

A typical princely day for the young prince consists of the following:
(1) wake up
(2) eat breakfast
(3) get dressed
(4) listen to the day's schedule read off by royal advisor Kato Shigeaki (today is not a busy day. There is a meeting at nine-thirty with a new gardener, as the last one is unable to work due to an unfortunate accident with a beehive by the lake, and at three, there are four villagers who would like to individually seek audience with the prince for various reasons.)
(5) do the things on the list, breaking for lunch at noon
(6) when the list is complete, relax with the help of the royal entertainers.
(6) eat dinner
(7) hot bath
(8) sleep

His day is not stressful. It never is. His father is still king, after all, and even though he is frequently away on missions to work toward peaceful alliances with the surrounding kingdoms, he is in constant communication with the Board of Regents who act in his stead and keep him informed, and Ryo has never had to play a major part in the decision-making where matters involving foreign policy are concerned. Ryo makes all the appearances of being a figurehead while in actuality his purpose is currently to maintain the presence of the Royal Family in the castle and through the surrounding lands and survive long enough to succeed his father to the throne and carry one the Nishikido family name.

His life really could be worse. It's just that he's terribly bored and sometimes very lonely.

**

Ryo doesn't mind giving audience to his villagers. They have concerns and he believes it is best to lend his ear to them. In addition to giving him the ability to make an informed decision within the power given him by his father while he is away, Ryo feels it establishes a good relationship between the people and their rulers, thereby inspiring loyalty and discouraging uprisings and revolutions.

"I agree completely, Takabayashi-san," he says to the woman standing before him. "There should be a better method of removing waste from that district. I will have the city organizers attend to it promptly. Thank you very much for bringing this to my attention."

The woman bows, thanking him profusely, and is shuffled out the door by Shigeaki. Ryo takes advantage of her departure to slouch on his throne, much smaller than his father's to his left, but still very comfortable to relax in when give the opportunity. "Shige, was that the last of them?" he asks, rubbing his thumb and forefinger into his eyes and stifling a rather unattractive yawn. "I would like to take a walk through the gardens before dinner. Also, please let Tegoshi-san know I would like to hear a few of his songs, this evening, but not the ones about soup, if possible."

"Absolutely, sire," Shige replies. "But first, your majesty, there is one more peasant who wishes to speak with you, a young man."

"Show him in," Ryo orders, restoring his posture and adopting his favorite benevolent royal expression. That expression becomes difficult to maintain when he sees the boy from the doorway walk into the room. Like most peasants, he is appropriately awed at the ornate but sparse decorations that adorn the room. He arrives at an apparently invisible line on the ground and falls to his knees, sitting on his feet and inclining his head much the way he did before.

"Your majesty," he begins without waiting for an invitation to speak. "I have come to ask your mercy on my family. The tax collectors will evict us from our house on Sunday next if we do not pay, but our situation is grave at the moment and we are unable."

Ryo believes himself to be a fair ruler, but he is painfully aware of the fact that he also suffers from a wounded ego, and he doesn't see why any grace should be afforded this boy, who couldn't show enthusiasm at his presence in the street the other day. He has some nerve, indeed, behaving in such a manner and then coming to ask Ryo for help.

Ryo waves his hand in dismissal, "I do not see what concern your troubles are to me."

"Please," the boy continues. "My father abandoned us, recently. He had gambled away our savings and left us to pay the debts he owed throughout the village. We have sold all but the most necessary possessions to pay these debtors back, and there is nothing left for us to give the tax collectors."

"Surely you have the family business?" Ryo pried. "I seem to recall seeing you at the entrance of a woodworking shop not long ago. You should have income there."

"That would be true, sire, if I had been an apprentice to my father these years; however I did not do that, instead training my body and mind with the intent to apply to the Royal Military Academy when I came of age next year."

Ryo sincerely doubted this boy could survive even the first week of training at the academy, but did not voice this opinion. He was about to attempt a snide remark to the effect of "your problems are not mine; go home" when the boy surprised him.

"Please, sire!" he exclaimed, bowing again, this time with his forehead to the floor. "Please, my mother. Her health is poor and my sister spends every spare minute tending to her. I do not know how I will begin earning money, but there is no way I can go on not doing so."

"Oh? What skills do you have to offer to the village, then?" Ryo asked, genuinely curious.

"I can go to the Eastern city and find work, there, and send money to my family, and they can give the money to the collectors. There must be some job for an untrained worker such as myself."

Ryo snorted, this time allowing himself to speak freely, "The city would eat you alive. Don't speak of going to places you know nothing about."

"I will find a way, your majesty! I am not asking you to strike us from the taxpayer bracket, I simply ask for time. Please, just grant me time to find the money to pay the tax collectors."

Ryo felt the air in the room grow heavy, and he knew, somehow, the boy had reached a breaking point. He knew the boy had not come here to beg, but seeing no other way, had done so for the welfare of his ailing mother and her caretaker, his younger sister.

"Pick yourself up, boy," Ryo commanded, wishing his voice hadn't cracked as he spoke. He noticed the boy's eyes were red and wet as he lifted his head from the floor, and Ryo pretended to become engrossed by a tapestry on the far wall in order to avoid making it apparent he had noticed. "Kato-san," he called.

"Yes, sire," Shige replied, rushing to Ryo's side and bowing.

"We have need for a stable hand, do we not?"

"Indeed, sire, last week the new stallion bucked the Kuriyoshi boy and he is still recovering."

Ryo looked at the young man still kneeling on the floor. His eyes were dry and the fire had returned to them, but with the fire burned hope. "Well, then?"

"I am skilled with horses," he replied, quietly, almost cautiously. "We had a horse…" and Ryo heard the unspoken end to that statement, before we sold it.

"It's decided, then." Ryo stood, approaching the boy and encouraging him to stand. "What is your name?"

"Yamashita."

"I didn't know we had a Yamashita family in the village register," Ryo said.

"It is my mother's family's name. We do not use my father's name since he left."

Ryo shrugged at this information. "That is fine. The records will be updated in the annual census next month, anyway. Now, if you'll excuse me, I wish to take a walk in the gardens before the evening becomes chilly. Kato-san will show you to the servant's quarters." With that, Ryo turned to leave the room.

"Sire?" Yamashita called. "Am I not to return to my family?"

Ryo didn't turn back to respond. "In exchange for your services on the castle grounds, your mother and sister may remain in the house. Royal servants live within the castle walls. Is this agreeable to you?"

"Yes, sire. Thank you."

Satisfied, Ryo continued to the gardens. The day had taken an interesting turn, indeed.

This is a very special project that I am sad I never finished. D:

Text message from araanaz9

Fr:Gen
5 ways Jin
proves he's
not that dumb
OR 4 ways Jin
shows Yamapi
he's better
than Ryo and 1
way Ryo proves
him wrong.
10:38A Wed Jun06

Clearly, since I am also Jin's special variety of dumb and fail at proving to people I am not, I cannot be counted on to help Jin with his own friends. So I went with the latter option.

4 ways Jin shows Yamapi he's better than Ryo and 1 way Ryo proves him wrong.

Jin shows Yamapi he's NICER than Ryo.
"After you, Pi," Jin said, holding the door to the ramen shop open and gesturing grandly for Yamapi to enter first. Ryo saw stars in Yamapi's eyes as he grinned, paused briefly to grin wildly and say, "Thanks, Jin!" before going inside.

Jin went after Yamapi, leaving Ryo to try at catching the door, which was actually quite heavy.

They sat around a table, and Ryo scanned the menu. Jin could be heard loudly over the din: "Oi, Pi, let me get your food, tonight!"

"Really, Jin? You don't have to!" Yamapi exclaimed.

"But I want to!" Jin stated.

Looking over the top of his menu and feeling his appetite decrease rapidly, Ryo thought he might like to kick Jin under the table to make him shut his mouth, but before he could uncross his legs, Jin was speaking again.

"Pi, did I mention I really like your new hairstyle?"

Ryo ordered a bowl of noodles, but didn't eat much. It was nauseating, really, watching Jin fawn over Yamapi like that, and watching Yamapi eat it up like he would one of those yellow American pastries with the cream inside and an abnormally long shelf life.

Later, on the train, Jin still hadn't stopped. Ryo sat across from Yamapi and Jin, watching Jin coo at Yamapi while Yamapi just smiled and looked goggle-eyed at Jin.

"Will you stop it, please?" Ryo asked as nicely as he knew how, which was to use polite speech in a harsh tone with an extra side of death-glare.

"Stop what?" Jin asked, behaving as if he were seeing Ryo seating across the isle for the first time. "I'm just being nice." Then, he added, "Not that you know what it means to be nice to people."

Ryo bristled. "Oi, what was that? I know nice just fine."

Yamapi spoke up, "Jin, Ryo can be nice. You know that."

"Not as nice as me!" Jin argued, and Ryo was pretty sure his chest puffed a little with that declaration.

Yamapi seemed to think about this for a moment. "He's right, Ryo. He's been way nicer than you tonight."

"See?" Jin gloated. "I told you so."

"You, Jin, you're not being nice; you're being downright chivalrous. It's sickening. You two look like a married couple. I wish the honeymoon would end, already."

Yamapi looked for all the world like someone just dropkicked his puppy from one side of the street to the other. Ryo almost laughed, then realized that wouldn't be nice. Then he realized he didn't care, and laughed anyway.

Yamapi sulked and Jin cooed at him to make him smile again.

Ryo got off the train two stops early, opting to take the one that would come by twelve minutes later just to avoid spending more time around them.

Jin shows Yamapi he's SMARTER than Ryo.

Untitled Yamapi/Ryo

2008-02-09T18:25:42Z

Title: 7th One Hour Porn Challenge
Pairing: Yamapi/Ryo
Rating: totally PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. No defamation intended. For srs, yo.
Notes: written for the 7th One-Hour Porn challenge, inspired by Yamapi's Hot Het Photoshoot, and Ryo's Retaliation.
Other participants: superlover | jackoweskla | pearljemz | travelingpsycho | shichihenge | tinyangl | artemisgoddess | devetir | procreational | goldengutgirl | bloodybrilliant | grunhilda | pinkpapyrus

It was their day off, and Yamapi was a man on a mission. He took the first train to Ryo's place, his heart riding a roller coaster up into his throat and down into his stomach at regular intervals. The journey on the crowded train seemed to last forever, but was over entirely too fast.

When Ryo opened his door, he stood with a towel around his waist, and his hair was wet. Yamapi felt his mouth go dry. He managed to say, "You shouldn't answer the door like that."

Ryo smirked. He said, "I have a peep hole. I knew it was you, or I wouldn't have opened the door." Then he stepped back to let Yamapi inside.

Ryo walked to the kitchen, where he had apparently been steaming some pork buns when Yamapi arrived. He grabbed one and took a bite, making a vague sound of "do you want one?" to Yamapi, who declined with a shake of his head.

"I saw your pictures in Glamorous yesterday," Yamapi began. He watched Ryo carefully. Ryo swallowed his bite of food slowly, looking towards the floor at Yamapi's feet. His eyes looked as if they saw something far away.

"I saw Anan," he replied, simply. Then, "You look good."

The silence that followed filled the room and Yamapi's ears rang and pounded the sound of his heartbeat, and all at once he moved across the room to face Ryo, who was surprised enough to drop his bun and muttered a half question, "What are you…"

"I can't ignore this any longer, Ryo," Yamapi said. It felt good to speak, so good to start talking and to say something about it, but he needed to keep going and there was no turning back from here. He'd opened the box and now he had to let the contents out.

"Pi, don't do this," Ryo said. "You can't… There's no way."

"I'm doing it," Yamapi stated forcefully. He hoped he looked confident because he felt like running away and hiding in his bed under the covers until he died or the world ended, whichever came first. "I know you know what I'm saying, and I know you feel it, too. I can't keep ignoring this, Ryo. I can't pretend the feelings aren't there."

Ryo breathed hard. Yamapi moved closer. Ryo seemed to flinch, but didn't move away. Yamapi, slowly, brought his hand up to touch Ryo's face. His palm was cool on Ryo's cheek. He pulled Ryo into an embrace, and the feeling of Ryo in his arms was enough to steal his breath. He sighed, burying his face in Ryo's neck and inhaling deeply as he felt Ryo's hands on his back, pressing him closer. It was heaven, being held by Ryo.

Yamapi pulled his face back to look into Ryo's eyes. They were bright and dark at the same time. He reached up to smooth Ryo's hair away, and barely managed a whisper to say, "Please."

Ryo nodded, so slightly that Yamapi thought he'd imagined it before he heard Ryo's reply, in a thick, husky voice that Yamapi had never heard before, "Yes."

Yamapi couldn't help smiling as he kissed Ryo. He cupped Ryo's face and kissed him, his mouth, his cheeks, his nose. Ryo's laugh sounded relieved and nervous. When Yamapi kissed him on the mouth again, he wasted no time with chaste, closed-mouth kisses. His tongue worked its way inside Ryo's mouth, evoking deliciously surprised sounds from Ryo.

Ryo pulled back, suddenly, and looked at Yamapi. His chest heaved. He said, "Do you wanna…"

Yamapi didn't let him finish. "Fuck. Yes," he replied. At that, Ryo led him out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to his room. Wordlessly, he

Untitled Akame

2008-01-30T08:08:57Z

Title: 6th One-Hour Porn Challenge
Pairing: Kame/Jin
Rating: totally R
Disclaimer: Not mine. No defamation intended. For srs, yo.
Notes: written for the One-Hour Porn challenge, inspired by KAT-TUN's "Lips" PV.
Other participants: anamuan | goldengutgirl | imwahyou | iverin | mousapelli | pearljemz | shatteredinu | soucieux | spurious | tokyostory | wintersjuly | yamapea | jackoweskla

The day after the video was set into heavy rotation on MTV, Kame was walking down his usual hallway on the way to the KAT-TUN meeting room when he found himself ungraciously jerked into a darkened conference room. He felt hands maneuver him until his back was pushed against a wall with such force it knocked his breath out in a loud whoosh. Before he had the presence of mind to panic, a familiar voice spoke.

"You look so fucking hot in our new PV, did you know that?"

Kame smiled, "I hope so, Jin; that's what I was going for." He felt Jin's hands on his sides, brushing at the skin below his ribcage, snaking around and back to between his shoulder blades before . He arched forward into the Jin's body, moving his right leg up and around, hooking his heel behind Jin's knee to bring his leg against his crotch. With a practiced roll of his hips, and a hand on each of Jin's shoulders, he arched his neck towards Jin, stopping with his mouth a breath away from Jin's, he said, "You look pretty good, too."

That set Jin into motion, as he knew it would. Kame moaned into a crushing kiss as one of Jin's hands came around front to tweak a nipple. Suddenly, frantically, his hands went to work on Jin's pants, making quick work of the belt and fumbling only a second on the button fly before scooting the fabric down over Jin's ass (and giving a playful squeeze in the process), just far enough to give him what he wanted. With a firm grip on Jin's cock, he pumped once, twice, and paused.

"You fucking tease," Jin groaned. Kame chuckled, turning his head into Jin's neck to lick a stripe from just above Jin's collarbone to his ear, then tugged on the earlobe with his teeth. The sound Jin made went straight to Kame's cock, and Jin thrust into Kame's fist. Jin's hands continued to roam Kame's chest.

In the room's ambient light, Kame could just make out Jin's expression. His dark eyes, half-lidded in the same bedroom gaze he perfected for the cameras, but so much more genuine under the circumstances. Kame moved his hand again, and Jin's responding hiss of pleasure, and the moan that followed, were all Kame needed to get his other hand set to his own pants, shoving them out of the way and stroking himself at the same time.

In a flurry of movement, the tables turned. Jin fought Kame's hands away from their cocks and held them at bay, and for a moment, both men were still. Jin looked at Kame, breathing raggedly, and Kame stared back, breathing with only slightly more control.

Kame licked his upper lip in a perfect imitation of the PV, and Jin gasped. His hips jerked forward, probably without him meaning for them to do so, and that was all it took to break the stalemate. Jin's hips moved against Kame's

Untitled Ryo/Shige

2008-01-10T03:09:25Z

Title: 5th One-Hour Porn Challenge
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Rating: PG-13/R, depending on your standards
Disclaimer: If I owned Ryo, I wouldn't let him out of the house because one of you would try to steal him away!!
Notes: written for the One-Hour Porn challenge, inspired by HOMFG RYO

Ryo didn't much like doing that particular shoot for BOAO. He felt awkward being apart from his band mates and, to add insult to injury, it was a somewhere exposing set of photographs.

He felt even more awkward about it when the magazine hit stores on a Tuesday, and Yamapi walked into the break room with the issue open, whistling at a double-page spread of Ryo in nothing but white boxer-breifs and sending a knowing glance in Ryo's direction.

"Pi, don't--," he tried to say, but Yamapi was too fast.

"Guys! As leader of this group, I feel I have an important announcement to make," Yamapi called. Unaware of the joke, the other members looked up at him to hear what he had to say.

"Our very own Nishikido has his very own photo shoot in this month's issue of BOAO," he began, and displayed the front cover for all to see. They seemed disinterested.

Ryo rose to stop Yamapi from continuing, attempting to pull the magazine out of his hands. "Pi, you don't have to do this. They'll see the pictures eventually."

"Oh, Tegoshi…" Yamapi started, and Ryo looked to see that Tegoshi had snatched the magazine from Yamapi and was flipping through to find Ryo's photoshoot.

"Ryotan!" he exclaimed. "When did you take these pictures?" his eyes were wide enough to pique the curiosity of the other members, who gathered around Tegoshi to see what all the fuss was about.

"Sorry," said Yamapi to Ryo as the others made approving sounds at the magazine. "I thought you'd be proud of the pictures. You look good in them. It's a very nice photoshoot."

Ryo fought the urge to hide his face in his hands and tried to act casual. It wasn't like none of the others had never had to look sexy for a shoot, before. They weren't teasing him about it, anyway; he just felt so exposed, seeing his friends look at pictures of him in his underwear. Not even his, really. He'd never wear such hideous colors.

"Ne, Ryotan, these are good pictures!" Tegoshi chimed from in the midst of the huddle.

"I agree, you look good! It really shows you've been working out!" said Koyama.

"Ryochan," said Massu, suddenly at Ryo's side. "What did you do to define that muscle right here?" he asked, pushing up his shirtsleeve to point to the valley below his deltoid.

"Say, what brand of underwear is that? I think I like the ones with the stripes…" mused Koyama.

"Ryotan looks so handsome in this one!" shouted Tegoshi, above the din.

Ryo backed away from all of them in bewilderment. He felt the smile creeping onto his face; he'd expected jeers, taunting, teasing, but not compliments and praise.

He backed into Shige, who startled far more than necessary, in his opinion. He held his things in his arms and appeared to be leaving.

"Going somewhere?" Ryo asked, trying not to giggle at the ticklish feeling of Massu poking his left arm to inspect his muscles.

"I need somewhere quieter to study," Shige said, looking everywhere except at Ryo and trying to move to the door, if not for Tegoshi blocking his path. His face was redder than normal and he appeared more flustered to be in such close proximity to Ryo than he had in more than a year's time.

"But Shige," Tegoshi sing-songed. "I thought your last class of the semester ended last week?"

Shige looked panicked for a moment before mumbling something about studying ahead and pushing past Tegoshi to leave the room.

Ryo watched him leave, amused, and then excused himself from the mayhem.

**

Shige chose a quiet meeting room as his safe haven. He stepped just inside the doorway and pressed his back to the wall. He shoved his hands against his face, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

To his right, "You need books to study, don't you?"

He sprang away from the sound. "Shit! You startled me! Don't do that!" he hissed. Ryo was looking back at him with a smug grin.

"I'm right, aren't I? Studying requires books? I noticed you didn't have any with you. I wondered if this were a new skill you'd aquired with your genius intellect."

Shige sputtered, "I must have left them in the other room. I was in such a hurry to leave… I must have… what are you doing?"

Ryo was inches from Shige, advancing, smiling, and making Shige very, very uncomfortable.

"Were you always hot for me or did this just happen today?" he asked. Shige was grateful he managed to look offended, but cursed his inability to come up with anything on the spot to deflect the question. "I don't mind," Ryo continued. Shige backed up. Ryo followed. Shige felt his heart stop for a whole second.

"You…" Shige began. "I don't. It's not…"

"Yes?" Ryo encouraged.

"It's not a big deal," Shige mumbled. He backed up another step. Felt his back hit the corner of the room. Saw Ryo close the distance between them. "I don't… I won't let it get in the way of group activities."

"I said," Ryo spoke, his voice low, breath ghosting in puffs of air with each word past Shige's right cheek. "I don't mind," he finished. Shige felt Ryo's hands along his sides, under his shirt, and snapped.

"What," he asked. He tried to wiggle away from Ryo's hands, but each way he turned, he just wiggled closer. Ryo laughed, a low noise from somewhere in his chest. "What are you—"

Ryo had him pinned. Shige froze. His wrists were held at his sides by Ryo's hands. Ryo pressed a thigh between Shige's legs, against the erection he'd been trying so hard not to have, and the noise he made was embarrassing, like air being let out of a balloon very slowly. He turned his face down, away from the intensity of Ryo's eyes.

Ryo's mouth near his ear rose bumps all over his body, "How long, Shige?" he asked, punctuating his question with a press of his hips, a slow roll forward that had Shige gasping, trying so hard to hold back the moan that barely, just barely, stayed inside.

Ryo released one wrist to direct Shige's face up by his chin, wasting no time in using his tongue to force Shige's mouth open in a wild kiss. Shige felt his toes curl, cursed his body for reacting so wantonly. Gasped when Ryo rolled his hips again and Shige felt an equally hard erection against his hip.

Ryo didn't say any more. He let go of Shige's other wrist to work at the fastenings on Shige's pants, loosening them just enough to reach inside and grasp Shige's cock firmly.

JE: Koyama Keiichiro/Kato Shigeaki: Blind Dates (four plus one)

2008-01-06T08:54:24Z

Title: Four times Koyama set Shige up on blind dates plus one time Shige takes matters into his own hands
Fandom: JE
Pairing: Koyama Keiichiro/Kato Shige
Rating: PG
Author's Note: for akathesia for the je_holiday challenge. *hugsqueeze!!* Also, thanks to wintersjuly for the plot bunny, and also pinkpapyrus <3 and acchikocchi <3 for the awesome beta jobs.

i. Tegoshi
Shige closes the door to his apartment behind him and drops his bag in the entrance. His phone beeps a message from Koyama, Shige, let's meet tonight! Are you busy?

He wonders if spending the evening alone with a dusty tome about ancient law and his imaginary cat could possibly be more exciting than hanging out with Koyama. Deciding there’s no contest, he replies that he’s free, and they make plans to meet at the yakisoba stand not far from Koyama's place.

*

"Shige, you're here, too?"

He knows who it is, even as he turns to face the voice. "Tegoshi!" he exclaims, and he doesn't have to feign surprise at running into him. Tegoshi doesn’t live nearby.

It turns out Tegoshi is supposed to meet Koyama, too. Shige finds this funny, as Koyama had never mentioned Tegoshi, and also as Koyama isn’t here yet.

They wait for some time before Shige's phone chimes an incoming mail, and he reads the message from Koyama saying Nyanta has fallen suddenly ill and requires his love and care for the evening.

Shige clucks his disappointment and sighs. "I guess I’ll go home, then."

"Wait!" calls Tegoshi. "We came this far. Let's do something!"

Shige hesitates in his answer long enough for Tegoshi to think he’ll say yes, and the next thing he knows, Tegoshi has his arm and is pulling him toward a brightly-lit karaoke joint across the street.

*

Tegoshi likes karaoke, Shige learns. He likes it more than he imagined he would, and suddenly Shige has new respect for Massu. He makes a mental note to thank Massu for entertaining Tegoshi on such a regular basis, because Tegoshi is extremely high maintenance. He picks great songs and scores perfectly on each selection (Shige would rather not discuss his scores), but he also requires food and drink and an actively-participating audience (ie: Shige).

"Ne, Shige's not paying attention, again!" Tegoshi cries into the microphone. The sound rouses Shige back into the room and out of his head, where he had been mentally outlining his next term paper.

"Sorry, Tegoshi. I think I'm really tired, now," he says. He's actually had a good time, but he’d been expecting relaxing conversation over a plate of noodles when he accepted Koyama's offer to go out, not this noisy atmosphere.

Tegoshi checks the time and nods his understanding. "Let's go, then."

*

"This was like a date, tonight, wasn't it, Shige?" Tegoshi asks brightly on the train.

Shige struggles not to choke on his shock. "What?!"

"This was like a date, only we're not dating!" he explains, as if it were the simplest thing in the world to understand – the difference between a date and tonight’s outing. Tegoshi beams at Shige, his blinding grin and naïve eyes hiding from Shige the adult he knows is inside. Tegoshi will always be a child in many ways, and usually it's endearing.

Right now, it's leaning towards annoying, especially since he knows Tegoshi isn't trying not to be childish.

"Right. A date. Sure." Shige smiles and nods, hoping Tegoshi will leave it at that.

He does, thankfully, and Shige takes his leave at the next stop. He texts Koyama as he walks to his apartment, You missed some good karaoke. How is Nyanta?

ii. Ryo
A few weeks later, Koyama makes plans with Shige to meet for coffee. Shige gets there first, so he takes a table and orders a cup of tea and a snack for himself. On his phone, he writes a j-web entry.

He takes his first sip of tea; the rest nearly ends up in his lap at the sound of Ryo’s voice behind him.

"Oh, it's you." Ryo’s voice is deadpan, but Shige knows he’s just as surprised to see Shige here.

"Um," is all Shige can muster in response. He attempts a discreet glance past Ryo to see if Koyama is behind him.

"Were you expecting someone else?" Ryo asks, smirking at Shige and stealing a piece of his food. Shige doesn't try to stop him from eating it. He’s too busy opening his phone as it rings, and Koyama's phone mail tells him there's a spur-of-the-moment family gathering, so he won't be coming to coffee.

"Obviously," Shige finally replies. "What are you doing here, then?"

"Asd dlufdhev dafsdif," Ryo answers. If there are words in that mess of sounds coming from Ryo's mouth – full of food – Shige can't make them out. He nods his head as if he’s understood and rises to leave.

"I'm on my way to see a show," Ryo adds suddenly. "They're pretty good and it's just down the street. Wanna come?"

Shige is too dumbstruck by the invitation to do anything but accept.

*

The band turns out to be ONE OK ROCK and Ryo turns out to be there just to say hi to Moriuchi – no, wait, his name is Taka, now. Shige hangs back after it becomes apparent this isn't the first time they've seen each other since Taka left the group. He takes the time to finish his j-web and post it before the band takes the stage.

*

The show is good. Ryo's smile is huge as they leave, walking in silence. Shige doesn't feel like he needs to force a conversation, but for once, he isn't afraid to start one.

"He's done well, Taka," he muses. "The Jimusho wasn't the place for him in the end, was it?"

Ryo hums in response. A moment later, he says, "I'm jealous, a bit. He has much more control over his career. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to get on a stage in street clothes and play a guitar for the whole show, singing songs I wrote and feeling the crowd react to my words."

Shige doesn't say anything to that. He doesn't know what to say, really.

Ryo continues, "But I'm happy where I am, and I know there will be time for those things later. The Jimusho is the right place for me. I'm glad he found his place."

"You're not as scary as you want me to think, are you?" Shige asks. He fights the laugh that boils inside him as the words hang between himself and Ryo. Ryo seems to freeze, mentally, his face aimed at the ground, watching his feet follow the lines in the sidewalk.

Shige sees the corners of his mouth pull back. "There goes my reputation," Ryo says. "But if you tell anyone, I'll be forced to prove you wrong."

Shige laughs.

When he arrives home, he texts Koyama, Moriuchi says hello. I'll explain it later. Good night.

iii. Aragaki
The thing is, it doesn't happen often, Koyama standing Shige up like that. Shige notices it happening, but doesn't connect the dots at first. Koyama's canceled at the last minute before, but there's never been a replacement handy. Shige doesn't think anything of it.

Shige honestly believes it's a coincidence that Aragaki Yui walks into the same crowded café as Shige on Christmas Eve. It's a tiny, family-owned soba shop on a forgotten street in Harajuku, and she is weighed down with shopping bags. The bell at the entrance rings repeatedly as she fumbles against the door that continues to try to force her back into the cold.

Shige rushes to help her with her bags. The door catches one of the bags, and they laugh. He invites her to his table and explains, "Koyama will be here, soon."

"Oh, he will?" she asks, removing her hat and scarf and smoothing her hair back into place. She breathes on her hands to warm them. "He didn't say he'd be coming, too."

Shige's surprised. "You talked to him?" he asks. "He didn't mention you when he asked me to meet him."

"Meet him? That's…" Aragaki replies, and is interrupted by Shige's phone.

Shige~ says Koyama's text message. I won't make it. I'm sorry.

Shige suspects Koyama never planned to make it in the first place. He closes his phone and looks up at Aragaki. "What did Koyama say to you? When he told you to come, what reason did he give?"

At this, Aragaki looks away for a moment, and he sees her expression change as if the puzzle pieces fit together in her head. Then she turns her attention back to Shige. "This has happened before, hasn't it?" she asks.

Shige nods. Aragaki smiles. "I think Koyama-kun wants to see you happy," she concludes, and that's all the answer Shige will get, it seems. She picks up a menu. "We should eat, while we're here. What's good?"

*

Shige walks Aragaki to her train stop. After he says goodbye, he meanders home, lost in thought.

He lies down on his bed and texts Koyama, I know you're up to something. What is it?

iv. Jin
Shige lacks confidence about himself in a lot of ways. Massu is a better dancer than he is; Tegoshi is a better singer; Yamapi is better looking; Koyama is a fantastic public speaker; and even though Shige would never admit it out loud, Ryo's quick wit is enviable.

Shige willingly acknowledges that the others are better than him at almost everything, but he's sure of one thing: he's smart. He can do complicated math in his head, recall useless historical trivia, argue logically, and get good grades in school while being a busy pop idol.

He's smart. He knows he's smart. But he cannot figure out what Koyama is trying to do. He's only convinced that he's trying to do something.

When he accepts yet another one of Koyama’s offers to meet up, Shige berates himself. He's already frustrated about being stood up three times; he tries to figure out just how he'll react if it happens again.

This time, he's not surprised to see Jin walk into the bar instead of Koyama one night in early January. The snow is still falling and the streets are slushy, but inside the bar it's warm and the servers know how to pretend they haven't seen his face covering the side of a skyscraper for the better part of the past year.

Jin flashes a thousand-watt smile at Shige as he takes the stool to his right and orders a foreign beer with an orange slice in it.

"Akanishi," Shige says, simply. "Somehow, I'm not surprised to see you here."

"No?" is Jin's reply. He takes a long drink of his beer before setting the half-empty glass back on the counter. "You knew I wouldn't be Koyama, then?"

"I knew you wouldn't be Koyama. I just didn't know you would be you," he laughs at this, wondering if it makes sense.

Jin chuckles, shaking his head. "Yeah, he's got some kind of trick up his sleeve. Didn't tell me what it is, though."

Shige flags down the bartender and orders a basket of fried potatoes to go with the drink he's nursing. "Do you want anything?" he asks Jin. Jin shakes his head and motions to the bartender for another drink.

Shige thinks it was a bad idea for Koyama to invite Jin to a bar.

*

Yamapi, Shige texts. Come save me from Jin, please.

Jin is very, very drunk. Shige knows that drunken Jin is horny Jin, and horny Jin doesn't discriminate between band mates and co-workers, or between co-workers and strangers. Drunk and horny Jin probably can't tell difference.

Nothing against drunk and horny Jin, who looks very nice and is probably just as nice when doing the things he is talking about in his well-practiced stage-sexy voice against Shige's ear, but Shige's not interested in Jin.

Jin sits back after five minutes of Shige's quiet rejection. He sways on his stool, laughing from low in his stomach. "I lied," he says simply.

"About what?" Shige asks, more to humor Jin than out of any real interest in what he has to say. He tries not to make it obvious that he's looking towards the door for Yamapi to come to his rescue.

"About Koyama."

That gets Shige's attention. "What?" he asks.

"I lied when I said he didn't tell me his trick." Jin slurs, rocking backwards and throwing a hand against the counter to steady himself. Shige doesn't say anything, silently encouraging Jin to continue, and Jin does.

"Blind dates," he says simply. "He's been sending you on blind dates."

"Jin!" calls Yamapi, suddenly appearing from somewhere to the right. "Buddy! Fancy meeting you here. Let's go home, shall we? I think you've had enough fun for one night." As Yamapi steers Jin toward the door, Jin pulls free and rushes back to Shige just long enough to say "go talk to him" and then Yamapi's back, scolding Jin and putting an arm around him to keep him from getting away again.

v. Koyama
Koyama feels rather satisfied with himself. He really does. The old adage about the third time might not be true, but surely the fourth time very well could be the charm for Shige.

His phone chirps a new mail alert at him, and he looks at the sender's name before flipping the phone open. It's from Yamapi.

Why did you send my boyfriend on a blind date with Shige?

Koyama looks up from his phone in a startled panic just as there is a knock at his door. He rushes to open it, convinced it's Yamapi and he's about to be excommunicated from the Jimusho.

It's Shige. In a way, Koyama thinks, this might be worse than Yamapi.

Shige lets himself in, cornering Koyama in the entry and looking rather angry. Koyama swallows around the nervous lump in his throat. "Hi, Shige," he manages.

Shige asks, "Why?"

Koyama blinks, uncomprehending.

"Tegoshi?" Shige supplies.

"He's cute?"

"Ryo?"

"It seemed like he had a grade-school crush on you?"

"Aragaki?"

"I thought you might be straight."

"Akanishi?!"

"I ran out of ideas!"

Shige lets out a breath. He looks about ready to laugh, actually. Koyama's eyebrows unfurrow hopefully.

But then, Shige looks sad, and says, "I don't want them."

Koyama nods, "Okay."

"I want you."

Koyama forgets to breathe. "What?"

"I don't want any of them. I never have; not even for a second. I only ever wanted you," Shige says, his voice softening and sounding a bit like his throat has gone tight.

"You… you do?"

Shige nods. Koyama only realizes how close they are when he lifts his hands and touches Shige’s sides.

"…Are you going to kiss me?" Koyama asks, meekly.

Shige's voice is barely a whisper, and he’s hardly an inch away from Koyama when he replies, "Would you mind?"

Koyama thinks he wouldn't mind, not one bit, and shakes his head only once before Shige's lips touch his, soft, unsure, and kind of perfect.

I found some old drabbles and ficlets today!

2007-10-10T03:07:52Z

These were all originally commentspam and stuff and I don't know why I never posted them but here you go:

Untitled TegoShige
Rating: R
Tegoshi ties the blindfold on, and Shige's hands clench because he's nervous. Tegoshi lets out an appreciative sigh and says "Just as I thought, you're beautiful like this."

Shige blushes - even in the low light, Tegoshi can tell - and mumbles "I'm not beautiful," turning his head away as if to escape the way Tegoshi looks at him, as if he can feel Tegoshi's eyes trailing over the lines of his body.

Tegoshi lays over him, revels in the feeling of Shige's naked body against his from his chest to his toes. He's got his face buried in Shige's neck and he's breathing in a scent that he recognises as only Shige. He runs his hands up Shige's sides in a way that might tickle, but Shige's too nervous and almost too wound up. He thinks for a moment that he misses the way Shige's arms feel around him, considers removing the restraints that hold Shige back. His hands follow the stretch of Shige's arms, up and out to his hands, interlocking their fingers.

Tegoshi picks his head up from Shige's neck and gives a slow roll of his hips against Shige's, hears Shige hiss a breath in and sees his head stretch back. On the exhale, Shige whispers "hah," and Tegoshi feels more than he sees the muscles in Shige's arms strain as he instinctively tries to move them to pull Tegoshi closer. In that moment, Tegoshi's desire increases exponentially, because he loves the sounds Shige makes and he wants to draw all his favorites from Shige's lips tonight.

Shige doesn't make a lot of noise in bed. He holds his breath and lets out little sounds when he becomes overwhelmed, but mostly he keeps his voice tightly locked away until the very end, when he starts gasping in little breaths and letting out all kinds of delicious sounds and half-words with each exhale. Mostly, he just breathes. Or forgets to breathe. Sometimes, he breathes with words he can't redirect enough energy towards giving voice. Sometimes the sounds escape, and they slice through the air, piercing Tegoshi's ears and sending electric chills to his toes and blood to the center to his desire.

Tegoshi kisses Shige, and feels his legs part, rise, and curl behind his knees as he lifts his hips to increase the contact between them. Tegoshi smiles into the kiss, thinking to himself that this was a very, very good idea.

Untitled TegoMasu
Rating: PG
Masuda can't stop watching Tegoshi play his guitar. Currently, he's playing intermittently, humming melodies and harmonies now and then, and Masuda knows it's not aimless at all and kind of wishes he could be in Tegoshi's head when he's working like this.

Tegoshi's left hand grips the neck, long fingers pressing between the frets in ways that Masuda knows make sense, moving, gliding, whispering along the neck while his right hand alternates between plucking individual strings and strumming whole chords.

He plays a few measures of individual notes and downbeat chords while humming along, then pauses. Apparently pleased with the way that sounded, he pulls a pen out from behind his ear and writes on a paper lined with staffs.

Tegoshi is sitting on the coffee table facing the sofa cushion where he set his papers. He sits this way because the sofa is too high and the guitar fits better at the angle his leg takes from coffee table.

Masuda can't help but be jealous. Sure, he's good at sports, and he can cook (his love for food doesn't stop at consumption), and he's a good son, and he can sing (usually) and he can dance, and he's got a nice face and a fit body, but Tegoshi can really sing, like on the first take in the studio. He also does this thing when he dances that doesn't involve the beat and no one ever taught him to do it, but sometimes when Masuda sees it happen, he feels it in his knees and his stomach and his chest. Those are the days he wishes the jokes about abandoned storage closets held a little truth. He thinks Tegoshi does this to him on purpose.

Tegoshi plays the guitar, now, too. He's not a pro, yet, but that doesn't stop Masuda from listing it among the other things he admires about Tegoshi.

He's not playing any longer, Masuda notices. He's sitting and staring at the paper with a look on his face like he's not in the room with his body.

Masuda decides he's at a stopping point and he'd like to interrupt. He walks to the couch and removes the papers, careful not to shuffle them, and places them next to Tegoshi on the table. Next, he removes the guitar, and as Tegoshi blinks back to the present, Masuda turns to place it in its case.

He sits on the couch across from Tegoshi, reaches out and pulls Tegoshi towards him as he leans in to meet him halfway. The kiss is soft, sweet, innocent and just nice.

Tegoshi steers things in another direction by crawling up to the couch. Masuda sometimes marvels at Tegoshi's coordination, like the way he just did this so fluidly that they were never in danger of breaking apart at the lips, but when Tegoshi settles over what Masuda realises is his quickly-growing erection, he lets himself cast the thought aside to ponder over when he doesn't have better things to do.

Untitled RyoTego
Rating: NC-17?
Ryo arches into the touches that ghost over his chest, stomach, and hips. Those fingers give too much and not enough and he strains against the material at his wrists, craving more control and, terrifyingly enough, thrilled at the fact that he has none. The fingers are replaced by a mouth, soft, dry lips that whisper sinful, private, priceless words over his heart, across his ribcage. Gentle hands ease his legs apart, and he lets them fall open, whimpering at the way the hands caress his thighs, traveling closer, slowly, towards his arousal.

A tongue below his breastbone begins licking a sure path towards his navel, dips in, trails around in a lazy pattern, and Ryo sucks in a hard breath both out of frustration and because it tickles, almost, but not enough to keep from driving him more insane. He cries out as the hands on his legs creep closer to their destination. He can't help the way his hips roll in anticipation of the touch he knows is coming.

All at once, the mouth traveling south and the hands traveling north meet at the epicenter of Ryo's attention, and with a firm grip, one of the hands guides the tip of Ryo's cock into the mouth, and wet heat surrounds Ryo to the base. He screams, pulling hard on the restraints, crying out his relief in a rush of breath, and only one word is understood in the deluge of sounds: "Tegoshi!"

Untitled Shuuji/Akira
Rating: PG
Prompt: Shuuji/Akira, Midnight
Shuuji and Akira stood on the balcony of Akira's apartment. In the distance, the lights of the small seaside town cast upon them an ambient glow. The breeze rustled the branches in nearby trees and carried the sounds of the New Year celebrations to them. The tinkling of laughter, the cracking of party poppers, the sizzling of hand-held sparkers, and the occassional "kampai!" drifted towards the pair.

Shuuji looked out over the place that had become home so easily and thought of his family enjoying the festivities. He wanted to be with them, but he was happier here. He could see the stars here, away from the lights. Besides which, here was also with Akira, and it seemed to him, in some part of his mind he couldn't quite understand, that anywhere with Akira was going to be better than somewhere else without him.

"Ne," Akira broke the silence. "Shuuji-kun..."

Shuuji waited a second, then another, before turning his head and seeing Akira with his elbows on the railing, bent over and looking intently at his folded hands, which clenched and unclenched in time with Shuuji's heartbeat. "Akira?" Shuuji prompted.

"That is to say," Akira continued. "This year, I hope we can continue our friendship."

Shuuji smiled. "I hope so, too, Akira."

"But also," Akira blurted, and stood up suddenly, rotating ninety degrees to face Shuuji head-on. Shuuji couldn't stop himself from mirroring Akira's stance before Akira spoke again. "Also, I hope we can be closer friends. Better than friends. If Shuuji-kun doesn't mind, that is. I hope we can be more than friends."

Shuuji blinked. Somewhere behind him, in the midst of the din coming from the celebration in down, a group of voices began to count backwards from ten. The number in the chorus grew with each beat of the countdown, and they rose in volume and pitch. They counted down to new beginnings and clean slates. They counted down, and Shuuji felt his heart rise higher in his throat with each passing second.

Three. Two. One. they cried out, and cheered in the New Year with applause and fanfare.

He blinked again. Akira blinked back.

"I..." Shuuji began, then stopped, cringing at the roughness of his voice and hating the way it cracked. He swallowed around the tightness in his throat and realised he couldn't think of any words.

He settled on actions, instead, and stepped forward to close the space between himself and Akira, covering Akira's lips with his own for a split second before removing them and stepping back to where he had been, before. "I think I'd like that, too," he concluded, suddenly feeling very shy and paying close attention to the grain of the wood at his feet.

"Shuuji-kun," Akira called softly. Shuuji looked up at the sound of his name, and this time Akira came forward and looked at Shuuji. He brought his hand up to Shuuji's shoulder and kissed Shuuji on the lips, a lingering contact that Shuuji felt all the way down to his toes. When Akira pulled away, Shuuji tried to speak, but found words had escaped him again.

Akira smiled. "Happy New Year, Shuuji-kun."

JE: Shibutani Subaru/Yasuda Shota: Key

2007-09-13T03:43:21Z

Title: Key
Fandom: JE
Pairing: Shibutani Subaru/Yasuda Shota
Rating: pg-13? I don't even know. there is some sexiness but no nudity?
Author's Notes: So blame this one on pinkpapyrus who gave me five words to help me start a Subassan fic. Those words were "Subaru has his own key." This is totally dedicated to araanaz9 who had a birthday while I was travelling across the country this week. I am currently using Cody, Wyoming's free wi-fi in the middle of a McDonald's to bring this to you. See how much Kya and I love you, Kei-chan? ♥♥♥♥♥

This is my first K8 fic, guys. it's only 541 words, but there you have it. My very first K8 fic. >.>

Subaru has his own key.

He lets himself into Yasu’s apartment at one in the morning. He reaches down to undo his shoes, then steps softly beyond the entry and proceeds through the house by memory. He doesn’t need to turn on any lights.

He finds Yasu’s bedroom easily. The door is ajar, so he makes no sound when he enters. As his eyes adjust to the soft light coming through the windows, he crosses the room, reaches the bed, and pulls the blanket covering Yasu back just far enough to slide underneath.

He falls asleep as his head settles onto the pillow, his breathing slowing to match the rhythm of Yasu’s as he begins to dream.

ending A:
In the morning, the sunlight wakes Subaru first, and he stretches, sighing louder than he means to and waking Yasu with the sound. Yasu looks neither surprised nor disappointed to see Subaru has arrived in the night.

“Morning,” Subaru says quietly. He has pulled his side of the covers up to his nose, and he looks at Yasu with wide eyes. His expression looks as though he expects Yasu to be upset with him.

“Morning,” Yasu replies. He reaches over and pulls the blanket away from Subaru’s face, smiling softly at him and letting his hand rest on Subaru’s arm. “Did you have trouble sleeping, again?”

Subaru nods.

“Are you hungry?”

Subaru nods, again.

“Let’s eat breakfast, then.” Yasu says, smiling wider, and when Subaru’s face changes, he mirrors Yasu’s smile before rolling over to get out of the bed.

ending B:
In the morning, the sunlight wakes Subaru first, and he stretches, sighing louder than he means to. Yasu shifts in his sleep, apparently undisturbed by the sound. Subaru watches him sleep for a moment before reaching a hand up to smooth away a section of his hair that has stuck to his face. This wakes Yasu, who smiles sleepily, looking neither surprised nor disappointed that Subaru has arrived in the night.

“Morning,” Yasu says quietly.

Subaru kisses him, a touch of lips that acts like a magnet, bringing the rest of Subaru to follow. He woke up half-hard, Yasu feels, and Yasu breaks the contact at their lips, chuckling.

“I don’t remember anything in the rules about that key being used to help you get morning sex,” he says, but his eyes contradict his words and his leg has crossed over Subaru’s. His heel follows the curve of Subaru’s calf and settles in the crook of his knee.

Subaru’s leg under Yasu’s inches forward and up, pressing into Yasu, and he moves his hips in a slow rhythm. He says, “They were never really rules, anyway,” and licks a trail following the pulse in Yasu’s neck from his collarbone to his ear. He speaks lowly into Yasu’s ear in that way that he knows will make his toes curl, “They were more like guidelines, weren’t they?” He punctuates his question with a nip at Yasu’s earlobe.

Yasu’s full-body shudder is answer enough for Subaru, who reaches behind Yasu to grip his rear firmly and pull his hips forward, bringing Yasu’s growing erection into contact with his own through their pyjamas. He smiles as Yasu gasps, “That’s what I thought.”

WIP MEME THE SECOND

2007-08-27T01:51:09Z

(these came off my desktop computer LOL and I forgot they existed until just now)

That GYM Threesome That Will Get Me Banned from LJ

Yamapi thinks, when he peeks around a corner into an unused room during a break-slash-costume-change on the set of Fever to Future and sees Golf and Mike in the darkness, that maybe he’s hallucinating. He really can’t believe his eyes, but he knows his brain couldn’t come up with something this fantastic.

Golf has pressed Mike against the wall and they are kissing. The sound is wet and hot and the only other noise is their breathing and, occasionally a breathy moan from Mike. Yamapi takes another moment to register that Golf also has a hand down the front of Mike’s pants.

Yamapi is pretty sure he should be disgusted by this. He’s fairly certain he should be looking away. He‘s convinced he should be leaving.

He knows that even if he could stop watching this, he wouldn’t.

Golf has moved his mouth to the far side of Mike’s neck, and his hand at Mike's crotch begins to move faster. Yamapi sees Golf angel his face closer to Mike’s ear, hears words in a foreign tongue, dripping sensuality even through the language barrier, and Mike makes sounds that Yamapi’s heart somehow manages to beat in time with.

Soundlessly, Golf moves to his knees and pulls Mike’s cock out of his pants, and right about there Yamapi is pretty sure this is just the hottest thing he’s seen in his entire life.

Golf’s mouth is on Mike. Mike’s fingers thread through Golf’s hair, tugging, and Golf makes a sound that Yamapi knows Mike felt, and right on cue Mike lets out a moan, long and shameless and hot.

Mike’s hips are moving and Golf uses one hand to hold him still. His other hand moves to undo his pants and begin stroking himself, and shit, this whole spectacle is almost too much.

Yamapi exhales a breath he hadn’t meant to hold. Loudly.

Mike’s eyes open, slowly, and Yamapi knows this is when he should really start moving out of the room, but he just can’t make his feet comply with his brain. He watches, rooted to the spot, as Mike’s eyes focus on him.

Mike smiles. He looks at Yamapi and his eyes trail down Yamapi’s body, pausing halfway, and then his breath hitches and he moans. Yamapi thinks for a second that it was something Golf did, but when Mike’s gaze doesn’t move, Yamapi looks down and notices that he is hard, and it shows through the thin material of his crazy purple pants.

Yamapi feels the heat of embarrassment in his face looks back up at Mike. Mike is looking at Yamapi’s face again. Mike isn’t smiling, anymore. Mike is leering at Yamapi. He is staring at him and licking his lips and making sounds that will haunt Yamapi’s wet dreams for the rest of his life.

Mike comes, and Yamapi has to remind himself to breathe, because Mike coming from Golf’s mouth while Mike is looking at Yamapi brings to mind all sorts of things Yamapi could be doing to join in, and that is not a road Yamapi’s brain needs to go down.

Golf rises and kisses Mike, and Mike’s eyes never leave Yamapi’s. Yamapi thinks he sees a promise in them, or an invitation, but he can’t decide if it’s really there, or if his brain is making it up as a result of wishful thinking. Golf nuzzles Mike’s neck, his hips rolling in a lazy rhythm against Mike’s, and Yamapi hears Mike speak in Thai in a low voice. He watches Yamapi as he speaks.

Yamapi hears his name in the jumble of foreign words, hears Golf's muffled moan into Mike's shoulder.

His feet begin working again, and before he knows what they’re doing, he’s backing out of the darkened room and into the brightly-lit hallway again. He squints against the light and hurries to the dressing room, where he slams the door shut and leans against it.

His head is spinning and his dick is throbbing.

Before he can let himself think on it, Yamapi locks the door and undoes his pants. He grasps himself and groans at the contact, so turned on it hurts, and it doesn’t take long at all. Within minutes, he comes, mental images of what he just witnessed burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

*

Back on the set, Golf and Mike are business as usual, and Yamapi wonders how many times they’ve had lunch-break sex since he’s met them. How many times has Golf gone down on Mike while Yamapi and their retinue ate lunch two rooms away, oblivious?

Yamapi feels something swirl in his gut and he makes himself think of unsexy things. He can’t think of any at the moment, but once he does, he’ll dwell on them. A lot.

The rest of the shoot is uneventful, and Yamapi is grateful that Mike hasn’t said anything. Mike, in fact, has not even alluded to anything. He hasn’t done anything different, and while Yamapi thinks this should set his mind at ease, it actually makes him feel pretty weird.

When the director sends everyone home, Yamapi is the first off the set. He waves off the make-up girl, telling her he’ll wash the makeup off himself. He really needs to get away from Golf and Mike to clear his head.

In the dressing room, Yamapi takes deep, cleansing breaths. He laughs at the absurdity of the situation and at himself. He feels like a kid who accidentally saw his dad’s porn collection and watched a whole movie while his parents were gone shopping for groceries. He hurries out of his costume and into his own clothes.

The door opens and Golf and Mike enter. They greet him casually and Yamapi nods, hoping he doesn’t look as flustered as he feels. He turns to the mirror and begins to remove his makeup, watching them in the reflection.

They’re looking at him and each other and he thinks they might even be having a conversation with their eyes.

Yamapi finishes quickly and gathers his bags to go home. He is going to need a very stiff drink after today. He mumbles goodnight as he walks past Golf and Mike and hurries for the door.

“Tomo-san,” says Mike, who is in front of him, blocking his path, even though Yamapi could have sworn he was across the room changing when he began leaving. He tries hard not to focus on the memory of Golf’s mouth on Mike earlier and generally fails.

“Tomo-san,” Mike says, again, and Yamapi looks at him dumbly. Mike smiles. Yamapi’s mind instantly recalls Mike’s smile previously and it’s the same. It’s predatory and hungry and, shit. Yamapi can’t decide if he should stay to see what Mike wants, or claim stomach pains and leave before he can—

Kiss me, Yamapi’s brain supplies, because Mike has done just that. At first, it’s the barest hint of lips, soft and a whisper of a touch against Yamapi’s mouth, but then Yamapi feels Mike’s tongue swipe along his bottom lip, and he’s pretty sure that moan just came from him.

Mike pries Yamapi’s mouth open with his tongue, and then they’re kissing. It’s hot and slow and like nothing Yamapi’s ever had in a kiss before. Mike’s hands are on Yamapi’s chest, moving over the thin material of his shirt and then down and under, and Yamapi shudders at Mike’s hands on his skin.

Mike makes a noise and presses his hips to Yamapi and he’s hard. This makes Yamapi’s knees feel funny but they don’t stop kissing and Yamapi doesn’t really want to stop, anyway, but then Golf speaks up from behind in words Yamapi doesn’t understand and Mike backs off with one last, wet suck on Yamapi’s bottom lip.

Yamapi turns around to bite at Golf, asking “what did you say to him to make him stop?” but the words never get past “you” because Yamapi sees Golf and he’s pretty sure he wasn’t trying to put an end to the fun. No, Yamapi’s pretty sure Golf meant to have some fun of his own, and Yamapi doesn’t put up a fight when Golf takes off Yamapi’s shirt (he can’t be sure, but he thinks Mike was helping from behind) and starts sucking on his neck.

It’s almost too much. Yamapi almost calls it off right there, because this is nuts and there are so many things wrong with it, but then he feels Mike’s mouth on the back of his neck, Mike's hands reaching around his middle to begin stroking his chest, and he thinks three crazy people might be able to come together and have a really crazy, great idea.

Mike leaves, suddenly, and Yamapi is about to protest but Golf kisses the words out of his mouth and somewhere in the kiss, he registers the sound of the door locking, and he thinks, At least one of us is still wearing his brain.

Mike moves behind Yamapi again and hooks a finger into the belt loop at the small of his back. He pulls, and Yamapi doesn't know why or where Mike is taking him, but he steps back and brings Golf with him.

There is a couch at the backs of his knees, he realizes, and he lets Mike guide

…yes, it stops there. It stopped there last November and hasn't started since. LOL

That One I Was Writing To Go With Pi's Photoshoot in January Duet; aka That Other Jin Coming Home Fic

Jin had a ritual of sorts. Every Friday after his language class let out, he drove to the Japanese bookstore in Little Tokyo and bought up every new idol magazine he found. They were always shrink-wrapped, and he never knew what he was buying beyond what the cover told him, but all of his friends were in the magazine, so he knew it was worth the money.

Jin unwrapped the new Duet. Yamapi had mentioned he would be on the cover for the new year, and that he would get a kick out of his photo shoot. Something in Yamapi's voice told him he wanted to be at home when he opened the magazine.

Jin sat on the couch and flipped through the magazine until he reached Yamapi's article.

He was calling Yamapi before he knew his phone was in his hand. Yamapi picked up on the other end, "Hello?"

"I'm looking at the new Duet, Pi."

Yamapi giggled, the bastard.

"Find a way to arrange that set-up again by the time I get home." Jin ordered. "I don't care what it takes. Just do it."

"Consider it done."

Silence. Jin couldn't stop looking at Yamapi on the page. He was staring at Yamapi and the scenarios unfolded in his mind: Yamapi laid out on the fake fur, beneath Jin, shirt open and tie still hanging loose while Jin scattered kisses over his exposed chest, hearing Yamapi sigh Jin's name as he arched into the contact under Jin and ready and waiting and begging and…

"Jin?" Yamapi's voice sliced through Jin's fantasy. Jin remembered to breathe and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I should…go," he said.

"You're not going to hang up on me to go jerk off, are you?" Yamapi asked, and Jin nearly choked on air trying to say no. Yamapi didn't sound convinced. "Come on, Jin. The picture makes you hot, doesn't it?"

"nnnyes?" Jin heard himself say, and try as he might, he really couldn't figure out where the conversation was going except to help inflate Yamapi's ego, and he really just wanted to hang up and get off already.

"What will you think of?" Yamapi asked, and there was something different in his voice and Jin thought he felt it get a lot hotter in his apartment.

"…what?"

"What do you think of when you do it?" Yamapi asked again. "Do you think of me?"

"I…" Jin couldn't make his mouth work.

"What would you do to me in that picture?" Yamapi asked. "Would you take me right away, or would you let me taste you, first?"

Jin groaned at the images playing with Yamapi's words in his mind. His hand involuntarily moved down the palm the hardness in his pants. He couldn't help the hitch in his breath, the soft "ahh" that escaped at the contact, because it wouldn't feel this good but Yamapi was on the phone listening to him and somehow that made it hotter.

"Jin," Yamapi sighed. "Jin, please. I want…I miss you, Jin."

"Pi, are you…?"

"What do you think?" Yamapi practically moaned into the phone, and before Jin could even think to do it, his free hand was working at the fastenings of his jeans and shoving them down past his hips to wrap his hand around—

"Ahh," Jin breathed at the contact and began to move slowly. He heard Yamapi breathing on the other end of the line, imagined him doing the same thing to himself and found the picture surprisingly erotic: Yamapi spread out on his bed, naked, touching himself. Jin knew the expressions that would play over his face so well.

Yamapi moaned, "Mmm, Jin." And that was just really hot, Jin decided. The whole thing was hotter than it should have been Jin didn't know why they never tried this before, because just listening to the sounds Yamapi made on the phone was better than he ever imagined it could be. "Fuck, Pi," he groaned.

"Hmm, I wish," Yamapi said, and the picture that brought to Jin's mind was just too much, recalling the way Yamapi looked beneath him, head thrown back and face flush with arousal. It had been too long, and fuck if he wasn't just, "Ahh, god, Pi--fuck," he ground out, and came harder than he thought he would.

Jin breathed and cursed some more as he came down, and felt like melting into the couch. "Pi," he said. "I am going to fuck you so hard when I get home."

"Is that a promise?" Yamapi growled, and Jin smiled sadly. He'd missed Yamapi since he left for Los Angeles, but this phone call made the feeling a hundred times stronger.

"It's a promise," he replied, and heard Yamapi's moan as he came.

**

Jin stepped out of the baggage claim area and hailed the first cab he saw. Telling the driver to just head north, he dialed Yamapi.

"Hello, Jin!" Yamapi yelled, so loudly that Jin had to pull the phone away from his ear.

"Hello, Pi," Jin said in a voice that was dead by comparison. "I just arrived."

"Be at my place at seven sharp."

"Okay, what's going on?" Jin checked his watch; three in the afternoon. He had time to go home and wash the germs and airport smell away.

That KoyaPi I Started for Cori That One Time

When NEWS first formed, Yamapi had a hard time understanding Koyama's rapid speech. Koyama would yammer on and on and on about things that Yamapi thought might be really important, but Yamapi quickly tired of asking him to repeat himself more slowly, so he took to smiling and nodding his head.

The others always filled him in later. Some of the other members had worked closely with him before in another junior group, and they promised Yamapi he'd get used to it.

Yamapi got used to it, but Koyama never slowed down. If anything, he only got faster when he was really excited about something, or nervous. When NEWS debuted, Koyama was in hyper drive for the entire tour. After that, Yamapi was even able to handle Koyama at his fastest.

*

Yamapi decided to confess to Koyama. There was alcohol involved, and everyone knows that after one drink, you can fake being drunker than you really are and say things that won't count the next day.

"Koyama," he said, sweeping his arm through the air with more flourish than was necessary. He leaned closer and pretended to almost lose his balance. "You're cute."

Koyama blinked once, twice, giggled, and then accused Yamapi of drunken delusions.

"No!" Yamapi protested, and put on his very best pout. "I mean it, Koyama. I like you a lot." He added a slur for good measure.

Koyama appeared to assess the situation. Yamapi, while maintaining his drunken face, made a note that there were wheels turning inside Koyama's head. "I like you, too, Yamapi," he said, finally, and Yamapi's outward display of drunken enthusiasm pretty much matched what he felt on the inside.

*

Yamapi let Koyama believe that he'd been too drunk to remember what was said, and Koyama pretended nothing happened at all. Yamapi waited a while to make his move. The opportunity presented itself several weeks later.

"So, Koyama," Yamapi said, approaching from the right and throwing his arm around Koyama's shoulders. "How about a date?"

Koyama choked on his air. "What?"

"A date. You and me. Remember? I confessed to you that one time?"

Koyama's face reddened and

…I have a nasty habit of stalling mid-sentence. Apologies. XD

WIP MEME

2007-08-26T04:21:11Z

WIP MEME

The Fabled Chibi!Pin That Will Get Me Banned from LJ

The first time Jin kissed Yamapi, they were almost sixteen years old and playing video games at Jin's.

Yamapi had just beat Jin at Tekken for probably the tenth time in a row. As with all the other times, Yamapi jumped off the futon and yipped and hollered and danced his victory dance. Jin watched on in amusement.

Yamapi plopped back down next to Jin, puffing breath and sprawling limbs. Jin wondered if he should stop letting Yamapi win, because winning is fun, too, but he didn't think that could beat Yamapi's unbridled glee at every victory. He watched Yamapi fiddle with the controls to bring up the next game, and—

"Pi," he said, before he knew he was saying it, and he didn't even think he was calling to Yamapi so much as just letting his name fall from his mouth

"Huh?" Pi asked, and looked at Jin.

Jin didn't respond immediately. Didn't respond at all, really. He looked at Yamapi, and Yamapi looked back, and then he kissed him.

It wasn't a special kiss by romance novel standards. Jin simply moved his face in towards Yamapi's and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't something he planned and it wasn't unpleasant, and Yamapi made a little surprised noise through his nose but didn't punch Jin, which Jin thought might be a good sign.

Jin backed away and faced the television. He could feel Yamapi looking at him. Then, Yamapi shoved him playfully, mumbling "Bakanishi" before picking up his controller and beginning a new game.

"I'm kicking your ass, this time," Jin said, selecting his character.

"You always say that!" said Yamapi, and Jin still let him win, because Yamapi winning was pretty cute, and Jin couldn't pass that up.

**

It didn't take long, really. They managed to find excuses to kiss at random intervals over the next several months. It began as a game of sneak attack. Often, Yamapi would catch Jin off guard and settle a peck on his lips, loving the loud smacking sound and perfecting it with each assault. Jin didn't argue much, because they were always alone and he found his own ways to kiss Yamapi for his own reasons, whatever those were.

Before long, they were French kissing, and Yamapi thought he quite liked that. The first time was an accident, and Yamapi doesn't remember how but on some kind of instinct, he and Jin sort of opened their mouths at the same time and it just made sense that this was what kissing was supposed to be: hot and wet and tongues and teeth. The kisses never lasted very long, but in Yamapi's mind, this new way of kissing opened the door to a whole world of possibilities. So Yamapi decided to see what more could happen.

He staged the usual surprise kiss on Jin, walking up behind him and turning him around while pushing him back into the wall. Jin cried out in surprise (he was always surprised) and laughed when Yamapi leaned in close, propping himself up with a hand on either side of Jin's shoulders.

Jin tilted his head and licked his lips in invitation, and Yamapi bent closer. His lips met Jin's in a closed-mouth kiss before he used his tongue to invade Jin's mouth. They kissed and Yamapi felt Jin try to back away at the point when the kiss would usually end, but he persisted. Jin tensed from head to toe, but Yamapi was prepared for this.

He leaned in with his whole body as he changed the angle of his head and began kissing Jin with new energy. Jin made a sound of confused delight and let Yamapi continue, wrapping his arms around him and holding his body close, and Yamapi loved the feeling of Jin's body against his.

They kissed for a long time, until Yamapi felt something hard poking at him and he realized he was probably doing the same thing to Jin, and he stopped, laughing nervously.

Yamapi stepped back and tried to adjust himself, but that was kind of painful and made him wince and say, "ow..." and Jin, still leaning against the wall, reached down to feel himself through his pants and made a frustrated sound. Yamapi said, "I'm just gonna...bathroom...yeah," and Jin nodded his head, replying, "Knock before you come back in."

That Tegoshi/Ryo I Started Because Ilana Cannot Pr0n Tegoshi

“Sorry.” Tegoshi took a deep breath, finally getting his laughter under control. Then he wrapped his arms around Ryo’s chest, moving in close against his side, and leaned forward to purr in Ryo’s ear, “How about an orgy to make up for it?”

For once, probably for the first time ever, Ryo's sharp wit failed him. Tegoshi was wrapped around him like a very comfortable blanket and Ryo's mouth went dry and his voice wouldn't work, and instead of coming back with something cutting and effective, his mouth worked soundlessly as he blinked through the water that fell into his face from his hair.

An orgy with Tegoshi? Leave out the other four, and--

he liked the idea more than he wanted to admit.

Blindly, he reached out for the lever and turned it all the way to the right. When Tegoshi shrieked and released Ryo to step out of the icy water, Ryo stayed in place, bringing his hands up to rub his face and slick his hair back out of his eyes.

He turned his head to check over his shoulder, not quite looking at Tegoshi. Looking at the ground, really. Or Tegoshi's feet. He watched Tegoshi move away, heard him sputter something about "idiot," and turned back to face the wall.

Sighing, he shut off the water and grabbed his towel.

He was done washing, anyway.

**

In the hotel, Yamapi was unusually quiet. Maybe he was really that tired, but mostly Ryo figured stuff was said after he left the showers that night.

Yamapi sighed and shifted his feet on the bed. He stretched them out and turned the pages of the book in his hands. Ryo could tell he wasn't really reading. He watched Yamapi's eyes stare at the pages, not moving up or down with the text, and said, "If you're not going to actually read the book, why don't you put it down?"

Without looking up, Yamapi calmly retorted, "If you're not going to do anything about your obvious lust for Tegoshi, why don't you tell him so he can get over you already and move on?"

Ryo huffed indignantly and felt the color rise on his face. "That shows how much you know," he said, and tried not to think about how much Yamapi probably did know about the situation.

Yamapi put his book down and turned to face Ryo. "I know he couldn't have made it any clearer to you if he'd stuck his bare ass in the air and said 'Take me now.'"

Jin’s Return Is So Old News So This Will Never Be Finished

Yamapi

How are you? I'm still homesick, and I seem to have caught that flu everyone was so scared of this season, but otherwise I am well.

Classes are going well. I think I seem to blend in, these days. Maybe people have forgotten I'm here, or they don't care, anymore. I can even go to the bookstore in Little Tokyo without too much fuss, and buy music and magazines. The staff knows my name there but they're used to seeing me a few times a month.

Thanks, as always, for your letters. It feels good to keep a connection with home when I'm so far away. Los Angeles is everything I thought it would be and so much more that I never expected.

Be well, and don't work too hard.

Jin

**

The first thing Jin noticed when he stepped off the plane and into the terminal at Narita was the cameras. The flashes blinded him and he reached into his carryon to pull out the faux-designer sunglasses he'd bought on a whim from a street vendor in Santa Monica. They looked just like something some famous Italian designer makes, the lady had said. She'd said the designer's name, but Jin couldn't remember it. He was supposed to be learning English, not Italian.

The second thing Jin noticed when he stepped off the plane and into the terminal at Narita was the digital clock next to the arrival and departure sign. He'd left Los Angeles shortly after lunch on Monday, and a quick peek out the window confirmed that it was, indeed, early Tuesday evening like the clock said. He'd lost more than a day of his life to eleven hours of recycled air, with nothing but the naked, blue expanse of the Pacific Ocean out his window and the occasional brief question from one of the attendants to interrupt his thoughts. He had really just wanted to come home quietly.

What he got was a face full of flash bulbs.

**

Jin snatched his phone from the Jimusho assistant's hand as he climbed into the car that waited for him at the curb. He pushed Ryo's speed-dial and put the phone to his ear, tapping his foot erratically and listening to the ringing on the other end.

"It's you," Ryo said in monotone.

"Oi, Ryo, why are you on the phone? Come sing!" Yamapi yelled in the background. Jin jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Ryo, does he know? There was press everywhere at the airport! I told them no press, Ryo. I am so finding out who leaked—"

"Relax," Ryo chided, then lowered his voice so as not to be heard over Yamapi's drunken karaoke. "We removed the battery from his cell phone and convinced him the thing's broken. He hasn't been near a television or a radio all day long. The rest of Japan might know, but as far as he's concerned, you're still in Los Angeles. Anyway, you know there had to be press, and it was stupid to think you could get off that plane without Johnny placing paparazzi at the airport. Yamapi's oblivious, trust me."

Jin sighed in relief. "Thank you."

"Just don't let this happen again," said Ryo. "I refuse to baby sit your boyfriend for another six months while you run off to Africa to learn Swahili or something.

"I got the things you asked for, by the way. Your mom didn't let me go without staying for tea, and she wants to see you before the press conference."

"I'm not going to be able to do that. Where did you hide the stuff?" Jin asked, then removed the phone from his ear as Yamapi in the background failed to hit an unnaturally high note. "Is he singing Utada Hikaru?"

"Yes," Ryo mumbled, and Jin could picture the set of his jaw as Yamapi's voice went from flat to sharp to flat again and never quite settled on the correct note. "I put them on the floor next to the front door. It took him an hour to notice they were there, and then he actually believed me when I told him they've been there since you left."

Jin snorted derisively, but Ryo continued, "You should have seen his face when he saw those things, Jin. He looked like someone dropkicked his kitten across a football field.

"Just don't let him drink any more, okay? I don’t want to see a hung-over Pi when I get there in the morning."

"Sorry," Ryo said, but didn't sound it. "Anyway, it's handled and going accordingly to plan on our end." As if to prove him wrong, Jin heard Yamapi's voice close to the phone.

"Ryooo~, who are you talking to?"

"My mother," Jin heard Ryo say. "Bye mom!" and Jin's phone beeped to signal the end of the call.

I Think This Was Supposed To Be Aiba/Yamapi?

It happened backstage at the Music Station appearance. Aiba walked up behind Yamapi, who was checking for leftover eyeliner after washing all the makeup off, and said, "How about stopping by my place after this? Drinks, food; it'll be fun. You've got tomorrow free, right? No reason to worry about being out late."

Yamapi focused on Aiba in the mirror and thought it sounded like it could be a good way to spend the evening. "Sure, what time?"

"Seven. See you then."

Aiba walked off and Yamapi spied Nino smacking him on the back of the head and muttering harshly at him as he walked by, but he was laughing, too. After Aiba left, Yamapi approached Nino.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't go tonight?"

"Not at all," Nino replied. He smiled at Yamapi, and patted him on the shoulder. "You'll have lots of fun. I promise."

**

Yamapi arrived at ten minutes to seven, but he couldn't help it; if he'd taken the next train, he would have been fifteen minutes late. He'd tried to stall by stopping in a convenience store to buy a pack of Kirin, but somehow even that didn't hold him up as much as he'd hoped.

Aiba answered the door in an apron.

Random Pin

Jin knows he's hot. It would be kind of hard for even him to miss the screams whenever he sings a solo, moves his hips, or generally makes an appearance in any public space for any occasion, even if it's just him running to the grocery store for fresh fish. He may not be known for his ability to catch on to subtle hints, but then there is nothing subtle about the fans' display of love for Jin.

The problem, Jin thinks, is that Yamapi doesn't seem to see what the fans see.

This is a very big problem.

Jin wonders if sometimes, if Yamapi isn't actually more clueless than he is, and if maybe he's just better at hiding it from the world.

Random TegoPi

Yamapi can't be certain, but he thinks Tegoshi is trying to tell him something.

Yamapi has never really been full of himself. In the past, he's been blissfully unaware of anyone's intentions to woo him. Somehow, he's always the last to know when someone has a crush on him.

Those people were not Tegoshi.

Tegoshi, who has not suddenly gone through the early-adult metamorphosis that somehow overnight made him look his age. Tegoshi who has not recently perfected his leer for the camera and the fans and Yamapi and probably other people that Yamapi just isn't around to see it directed at because if it were just Yamapi then that would be kind of nice and nice things like that don't happen to Yamapi. Tegoshi who does not wear really attractive tight pants that show off thighs that Yamapi thinks might feel really nice wrapped around—

No.

Back to the matter at hand (and away from incriminating trains of thought like that one): Yamapi thinks maybe Tegoshi might be trying to tell him something.

BLAME darkeyedwolf FOR THIS CRACK AND NEVER QUESTION WHY I REFUSE TO FINISH AND PUBLISH FOR REAL

Yamapi hates peas. He hates peas. He thought Jin knew this.

Jin made dinner, and it was actually really good, but there were peas in the vegetable curry, and Yamapi discreetly rolled them away from the rest of the food as he ate.

Jin, apparently, took offense to this. Yamapi didn't have a clue about that, though, because then after dinner, Jin got close and hot and Yamapi was thinking to himself 'wow, I should let Jin cook more often if it means sex for dessert.'

Yamapi was on the bed, and Jin was over him, kissing him, pressing him into the mattress and taking off his clothes and Yamapi arched into him, thrusting his hips and moaning at Jin's teeth on his neck.

Jin pulled back and said hotly, "Sit up really quick," and Yamapi, thinking nothing of the request, did so. The next thing he knew, his arms were behind him and his wrists were tied to the bed, and then there was darkness as something soft but definitely opaque covered his eyes.

"Jin? What are you doing?" Yamapi asked, but Jin didn't answer. Jin didn't even breathe. Yamapi was feeling uncomfortable. "Jin, where are you?"

"You didn't eat your peas," he heard Jin say from across the room to his right.

"What?" Yamapi replied, instinctually turning his head toward the sound as if he would be able to see Jin.

The bed in front of Yamapi dipped, and he started; he hadn't even heard Jin move. Jin's breath on his neck, by his ear, "You didn't eat your peas."

"You… You know I don't like peas, Jin," and Yamapi wished he could see, wished he knew what Jin was doing and why it required a blindfold.

"You didn't eat your peas, Yamapi," Jin said again, and with that, Yamapi felt Jin's fingers place a pea at his lips. Yamapi turned his head away, jerking with his whole body and finding there was nowhere to go but up against the wall.

Yamapi kept his mouth shut, wanting badly to shout at Jin that he had finally lost his mind but knowing that the minute he opened his mouth to do so, Jin would feed him one of those peas, and he did not want to eat a pea.

Yamapi felt Jin's hand on his face, and then Yamapi couldn't breathe through his nose, and that was just a dirty trick. Yamapi held out as long as he could, believing he must be purple by the time he felt the fog in his brain and finally instinct took over and opened his mouth for him, and he gasped air into his burning lungs. After several deep breaths, the pea was in his mouth.

"Dammit, Jin," Yamapi said around the pea, and he hated the taste and the texture and the way the skin came off and stuck in his teeth. He swallowed and made a face and a gagging sound, then turned to face Jin (he wished he could glare at him) and say, "There, I ate a pea. Are you happy, now?"

"Almost," Jin said quietly. Then his lips were on Yamapi's neck and he was tracing the pulse on the left side with his tongue, and Yamapi made a baffled sound, automatically stretching his neck to give Jin better access. Yamapi almost forgot to be confused when one of Jin's hands began to play around Yamapi's chest, dancing over his nipples and sending electric shocks straight to his cock.

"Jin," Yamapi breathed. "Ah!" he gasped when Jin nipped Yamapi's earlobe, and Jin took advantage of this to place another pea in his mouth. Yamapi wanted to be angry about this. He wanted to be furious at the game and the tricks, but he couldn't be angry when, at the same moment, Jin pressed his palm firmly between Yamapi's legs and instead of aiming colorful words at Jin, he ended up just letting them loose into the room to echo off the walls and in his ears and fuck, if Jin didn't touch him more, soon, the next string of words would be worse and they wouldn't miss their mark.

Jin began feeding Yamapi two and three peas at a time, and Yamapi kept eating them, hating the flavor and they were even cold, now, but with every bite, Jin did something new and better than before, and Yamapi just didn't want him to stop, so he'd eat every last pea in the world as long as he got off at some point.

Jin stopped touching him. Yamapi ached and begged for Jin with incoherent noises, and Jin stopped touching him. "Jin," he said, sharply. "Jin, JinJinJinJinJinJIN! Jin come on please don't leave me don't stop please Jin I'll eat all the peas Jin—"

"They're finished," he heard Jin say softly.

"Oh," Yamapi said, breathing deeply. "Does that mean…are we…are you done, then?" and he shifted a bit where he sat because he didn't quite know what to do with his hard on while his hands were tied back, and just moving kind of helped a little. Only not because then he was just more frustrated.

Jin didn't answer. Yamapi felt his weight shift on the mattress and wondered if he'd gotten up. Then,

"Fuck!" the word left him before his brain registered Jin's mouth on his cock and then he couldn't take a breath, words left him, and he bowed over at the waist, straining against the ties at his wrists and he was sure that if Jin didn't stop doing what he was doing, he was going to come pretty fast.

But then it seemed like that was Jin's goal, as Yamapi couldn't see but definitely felt Jin sucking on him with something akin to urgency and, god, it was good. So good, and Yamapi was so close. He felt Jin ease down slowly and press his tongue up, and that was all it took for Yamapi to come with a cry, arching his back and straining to bring his hips even closer to Jin, for no other reason than his mouth still felt so good around him.

Before he could bring his brain back to the present, he felt Jin settle in his lap. Jin kissed him fiercely, Yamapi tasted himself on Jin's tongue and felt Jin's knuckles against his stomach as he touced himself - he had undressed at some point - and he wanted to look at Jin. "Please, Jin," he said. "Please, I want to see you. Please."

Jin's hand came up to remove the cloth over Yamapi's eyes and he laughed a little as Yamapi blinked and adjusted to the light in the room.

Safe to say, many of these will never be finished. Enjoy? >D

WIPs that were not included because I plan to finish them:
- Tego!Slut
- 4+1 RyoPin for Gen
- smutty Pin
- historical romance AU RyoPi

I did nothing of the sort (aka: Gen made me do it)

2007-06-13T01:55:26Z

In the truth or dare meme I posted at karinberry, I got a dare from araanaz9 and, well, I had to play by the rules. So the following prompt was given, and I live to serve Gen. XD

Five Reasons Japanese Gay Porn is Better Than Any Other Kind of Porn: A Series of Drabbles Featuring the Actors of Coat Japan, with the Assistance of One [Work-Safe] Visual Aid
by KarinBerry
age 27

the guys are hot

Sho looked up just in time to see the new guy walk on set. It was as if the heavens opened up and light shone down and a chorus of voices sang one word: "Shun~"

He hated to admit it to the other guys, but he could really be a hopeless romantic, sometimes. It was easy to be romantic when the new guy on the job was as gorgeous as Shun. Shining Star, indeed. If this kid was half as good in bed as he was good-looking, he'd have a solid career in the business.

Later, buried inside Shun and watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his face as he stroked himself to orgasm (a little early for the scene, but who can fault the kid for enjoying himself?), Sho decided he'd request scenes with Shun as often as possible in the future. Maybe there would be opportunity for some off-camera "rehearsal," too.
the sex is AWESOME

Hikaru couldn't help himself, sometimes, and he was glad when it happened with Sho. He was an actor and he was professional, but sometimes he stopped acting and started actually feeling, and whenever that happened, the director never really stopped him. The material was too good to yell "cut" and ask for another take. That sort of thing just can't be duplicated.

Hikaru knows the tatami mats can't be comfortable on Sho's knees and elbows, but when he bends at the waist and changes the angle, the pitch of Sho's moans is different, and when Hikaru reaches around to give Sho's dick a few courtesy tugs, it's warm and heavy in his fist, and Sho lifts his head and cries out, lifting himself onto his palms for better leverage and giving Hikaru a chance to taste the skin at the nape of his neck.

Hikaru is glad he doesn't need to worry about Sho when he gets carried away during a shoot. Sho can take whatever Hikaru gives him, and Hikaru thinks he likes that even more than the directors.
the uke moaning "kimochi ii" is adorable and kind of hot

Nagi thinks he might need to work on his bottoming for the camera. He's seen his co-workers, and he thinks they're better than he is at this job. He's tried to pay attention when they work together, to make mental notes about what the other guys do, but it seems like there's not really one specific way to bottom, and in spite of his own insecurities about his current way of expressing himself on camera, he's not ready to adopt any new habits at work just because he feels his performance might be lacking. The director hasn't complained, anyway.

This doesn't stop him from borrowing a DVD from the office to watch these two guys he's never seen on the set, much less heard of. The rumor around work is that the uke in one of the segments of N.U.D.E. 2nd is about as stereotypical as one can get. Nagi borrowed this video thinking he'd get some pointers on What Not To Do if he ever decided to change his technique in front of the camera. He thinks, maybe, the behavior might be endearing, but not what his viewers would consider attractive or arousing.

Instead, halfway through, he found he couldn't help but massage himself through his shorts, and soon enough he was reaching inside to wrap a hand around his length, pulling lazily as the uke moaned, kimochi ii. Before long, his strokes were frantic and he didn't need to look at the screen, any more; the sounds coming from the video were enough to send him over the edge, falling into his orgasm.

He would've liked to think he could pull off something like that performance for his own scenes, but in the end, he decided he'd stick with what worked for him so far and just ask the production team to cast those two in another video.
two words: exotic locations

What Kai loves about his job is that sometimes it's like going on vacation. Filming for this latest video has brought him to a remote ski resort on Hokkaido. He wonders, sometimes, if the production team that organizes these trips has ever tried to have sex while looking out a window at a stunning sunset across a glistening, snow-covered valley.

He almost thinks it can't be done, for all the distraction nature offers someone from a city like Tokyo.

But then Hikaru's mouth feels so good wrapped around him, and damn if that guy doesn't know how to suck awesome dick. Sho's tongue laps at his nipples and Kai can't stop himself when his eyes fall shut and he throws his head back to sigh, moan, and heave a gasping breath at the sensations.

He almost thinks it can't be done; but then, they have a free day tomorrow, and he can watch the sunset, then. Besides, not everyone in the world has Hikaru and Sho for co-workers, and no one in the world can make it as easy to mix business with pleasure as these guys.
um...the guys are hot. I think this bears repeating. >.<

this is all Gen's fault

2007-05-11T05:42:58Z

text messages from bakaberry (KB) to araanaz9 (A9)

(don't ask about the times and how she was responding to me before I wrote to her. I just wrote this all the way my phone stored it. LOL)

KB to A9 - 11:23A Thu May10
I re-read that ryopi last night. Wow! Just as good as the first time! and the 2nd. and the 3rd. Do it again! :D

A9 to KB - 12:56P Thu May10
OMG Karen! Thank you!! ILUSM! *beams*

KB to A9 - 3:36P Thu May10
no I just feel so inadequate since you guys always write so much. I wish I could write more! *__*

A9 to KB - 3:44P Thu May10
Nonsense! You're not inadequate! Not all of us can manage Ilana's productivity rate. Writer's block sucks, but you'll get over it eventually. *cheerleads* <3

KB to A9 - 3:54P Thu May10
you're too sweet! I just feel bad I can't even write on demand when someone says HEY DOESN'T TEGOMASUPI SOUND FUN! Not that it does. I mean.. >.>

A9 to KB - 3:57P Thu May10
Tegomasu...pi? I wouldn't be able to write that either! But didn't you have a pin fic in progress?

KB to A9 - 4:23P Thu May10
you know what. just for that I'm going to try to write that. XD yeah I have a pin I promised Ciara. Slow going, I write a paragraph a day.

S9 to KB - 4:31P Thu May10
... I think if tegomasupi manage to break your writer's block, I'll be amused. Slow going is still going. I'm looking forward to it.

KB to A9 - 5:34P Thu May10
I can't believe I'm actually CONTEMPLATING that threesome. Save me! XD

A9 to KB - 5:34P Thu May10
I am amused, very amused. XD

KB to A9 - 6:25P Thu May10
OKAY I JUST WROTE A PAGE AND A HALF IN MY NOTEBOOK IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE J-MARKET. WTF.

A9 to KB - 6:24P Thu May10
HAHAHAHA! OMG! XD

KB to A9 - 6:28P Thu May10
SHUT UP THIS IS YOUR FAULT SOMEHOW. IT HAS TO BE AND I PLAN TO FIND OUT HOW YOU DID THIS TO ME. XD

A9 to KB - 6:31P Thu May10
I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH IT BEING MY FAULT IF THERE IS FIC! XD

KB to A9 - 6:35P Thu May10
...you're a dirty enabler! I love you. <3

A9 to KB - 6:50P Thu May10
I love you too. <3

FICBIT

Tegoshi watches people, and he's come to a conclusion: sluts get what they want.

He bases this on his own observations. Since his 'transformation' late last year, he's noticed that he gets furter with certain members of the group than he did before.

Ryo, for instance, didn't seem to like Tegoshi sitting in his lap for at least a month. Tegoshi was persistently cute and flirtatious and just yesterday, Ryo invited Tegoshi to sit in his lap.

Likewise, Teoshi gets his way during practice by pouting, leering, complimenting, and accidentally (innocently) fondling his bandmates.

Tegoshi is unable to make a choice at the moment, and he thinks he's found a way to get what he wants without having to actually choose.

Tegoshi wants Massu. Anyone in the Jimusho who is surprised by this is either Massu, or has been living under a rock (or out of the country for the last six months, as Tegoshi reasons after speaking with Jin about his predicament because...)

Tegoshi wants Yamapi, too.

"I want to make sure you guys don't have anything serious going," Tegoshi explains.

Jin shrugs. "Nothing serious. We fooled around. Sometimes we still do. We're not exclusive, though."

Tegoshi understands what Jin doesn't say: Yamapi is probably open to whatever Tegoshi has planned.

Tegoshi's fondness for Yamapi is not as easily explained as that he has for Massu. It goes back to his first day in the Jimusho, yes, but the nature of his admiration has always been open to debate.

Tegoshi silences his inner monologue. Now is not the time to dwell on such trivial details.

He has a threesome to arrange.

pimp

2007-04-12T05:45:15Z

wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic wankfic

okay? okay. :D

it's a party in my brain

2007-04-03T04:16:26Z

Things I am working on:
- various drabbles from a drabble request post I did two months ago.
- pornfic about porn stars. no fake. Hikaru/Nagi=OTP!
- really really cracky Tegoshi/Shige. DON'T ASK.
So I'm looking at this icon and I'm wondering why I've never seen Tegoshi/Koki fic. Maybe it's because Tegoshi has only JUST captured the eye of the greater fandom population, but I THINK THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN. Maybe it can be in the present day and Koki is like WOAH HEY TEGOSHI WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU and Tegoshi can be like I GREW UP WANNA FUCK and Koki can be like I BITE JUST SO YOU KNOW and Tegoshi can be like IS THAT A PROMISE.

COME ON GUYS YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.
I was watching K8's Heat Up! con last night and during the Eito Ranger skit, where Ryo gets emo over the rangers fighting and collapses on the stage, I was like AWWW EMO RYO and then he picked his head up and he was REALLY CRYING ACTUAL TEARS and I realised I love Ryo a lot a lot a lot, like he's second after Tegoshi now, guys. OH MY GOD I LOVE RYO A LOT.
So can anyone point me in the direction of these fabled pictures of Shige's new hair? I'm dying to know if it looks like what I think it looks like because if so, MARRY ME SHIGE.
Also where is this photoshoot Jun and Ryo did together that I keep seeing in icons? And then maybe also tell me where I can find the Jun/Ryo PORN because you know someone wrote it and if they didn't WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE WE USE ANYTHING AS AN EXCUSE TO PORN AROUND HERE.
May is the Month of Masturbation, people. Some of you know what that means and I CANNOT PULL THIS CHALLENGE OFF ALONE. I need someone who can do graphics and layouts because the journal looks UGLY right now, someone with good organisation skills (okay that might be me), and someone good at making the information post look COOL. BASICALLY I NEED SOMEONE ELSE TO PULL THIS OFF. I fail at challenges. I'm ready to give up and I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED.
Also, apparently I am Koyama! I live life to its fullest; I am truly a people person. My positive and cheerful character makes me who I am. I get along with everyone and I talk to my heart's content. I am always eager to learn and know more of the unknown and I am always keeping busy. I can balance multiple tasks at a time and I do my best at them while letting others know that they are part of the team. My attitude helps motivate others to do their best and pursue their goals.

Now you know. and knowing is HALF THE BATTLE. (ETA: I re-took it and chose the answers I was wobbly on...you know how you sometimes can't decide between two answers? I went through and chose all those others and came out as Ryo.)
and of all the news I read on my f-list yesterday, the only thing that hasn't been blown as a prank is the news of Golf and Mike's japanese dabut in June. I even specifically asked the girl who posted it and she said, no, as far as she knows the news is not as fresh as April 1 and we can expect them to debut in June. I CAN HARDLY WAIT!

pimp: 15sai no Blues

2007-03-05T04:39:51Z

darkeyedwolf: GUIDE ME, KAREN <3
karinberry: OH I WILL GUIDE YOU WOLF
karinberry: THROUGH LIFE AND INTO MY BATH
darkeyedwolf: I'LL GET THE DUCT TAPE
honooko: ...
karinberry: I'LL CALL YOUR SISTER
darkeyedwolf: I'LL THROW CLASSROOM CHAIRS AT YOU
karinberry: I'LL HUG YOU FROM BEHIND AND BELIEVE IN YOU
honooko: ...what are you two on about.
darkeyedwolf: WHILE HAVING MONOTONE TANTRUMS
honooko: OH WAIT
darkeyedwolf: the tego pedo drama!!
karinberry: I WILL PUSH YOU TO THE FLOOR AND YOU WILL LIKE IT
darkeyedwolf: seriously, karen, have you TOLD them about that
karinberry: I cannot find the words
darkeyedwolf: tego is like FIFTEEN and his sensei is GIVING HIM HUGS
darkeyedwolf: AND BATHS
honooko: ...
mananeh: ....O.O
honooko: ...kinky.
darkeyedwolf: WITH HIS SISTER!!
karinberry: THEY ARE SO IN LOVE GUYS
corimari: .....*is totally going to download now*
karinberry: ALL THREE OF THEM
ilanabean42: ...
kitsune714: with his sister?
mananeh: what is this called?
darkeyedwolf: 15sai no Blues

Meet Sanada Kouhei (played by none other than my very own TEGOSHI YUYA):

He has bad habits like biting his thumb

and taking pictures of the girl he likes without her knowledge

He's a creepy kid, but overall it's an endearing kind of creepy.

Kouhei has problems in school. Cheifly, he doesn't play well with others, and he gets bad grades. he runs the risk of never getting into high school because of it. His overbearing mother enlists the help of many different sensei to help him get better grades and to prepare for the entrance exam to his top choice school, but none of them have worked. The exam is only a month away and things are getting desperate.

Kouhei likes to throw temper tantrums a lot. He screams in an awful monotone voice that would lead you to believe Tegoshi can't sing. He throws things. He threatens death with sharp objects. It's really very funny.

Meet Kouhei's mother:

she is overprotective and nags a lot and drives me batshit insane.

Meet Kouhei's father:

he broods and doesn't do much else. If I were married to that woman, I'd probably be the same way.

Meet Kouhei's older sister, Yukari:

she is bookish and haughty and probably one of those scary child prodigies.

I like the part where it turns out she's really hot. *__*

Meet Umekawa Shunsaku (aka SENSEI):

He's an abusive pervert, but in the way of the japanese drama, he is wise beyond his years and set out to not only educate Kouhei in maths (1+1+1+1=4) but also in life.

This drama really needs to be watched in order to grasp the absolute, sheer AWFULNESS and BEAUTY the lies within the four breif episides.

Because I am generous, here are a few of the finer moments:

Sensei has tied Kouhei to a chair and covered his mouth with tape. Take a moment to process that.

Kouhei doesn't know what these things are sticking out of his sister's skirt, but he's never seen them before now because her skirt was always longer and he things he might like them, whatever they are.

Sensei and Kouhei take baths together. Just. God. Baths. Together. XDD

so then Kouhei's sister is like "hey let me in, I want a bath, too." and sensei is like "for the love of god, Kouhei, give her room." so they all scoot, and she gets into the tub, and Kouhei kind of... curls into a ball and his hands fall below the water level and then sensei is like "KOUHEI WHAT ARE YOU DOING." I, the viewer, would like to say that it is obvious what he is doing.

And really the whole series is kind of cracky and there is a lot I didn't touch on but THE LAST EPISODE IS THE BEST. THE LAST TEN MINUTES. OMG. I WON'T RUIN IT FOR YOU. JUST GO WATCH IT ALREADY.

Download it at this post in jdramas, which you will need to join to get to the post but if you haven't joined by now, WHAT I WRONG WITH YOU?

ALSO OMG PEOPLE TALK TO ME ABOUT THE HOSHI WO MEZASHITE PV. (ETA ALSO ON MU)

before I go to bed...

2007-02-13T07:55:10Z

my muse is in hiding. D:

remember the last time that happened, I tigged some of you through AIM asking for prompts so I could drabble a bit and coax my muse out to play? I think the end result was rather nice. I know I had a lot of fun doing it, too.

basically, right now I have promised people some stuff and I can't get my muse to play nicely so that I may pay up like a good little fanficcer.

comment here with a pairing and a one-word prompt, and I'll drabble back at you after I get home from work Tuesday night.

all of you. any fandom. jrock, jpop, dorama...just keep in mind the people I am familiar with. so that means no fair asking me to write you the GazettE or Kanjani8. XD

please and thank you! <33

ps - also no fair giving me something stubbornly broad such as PIN and BONDAGE and also PLEASE NO UNSEXY FOOD PROMPTS SUCH AS "PEAS". I have yet to finish that crapsterpiece of a train wreck. XD

since I can't BT anymore, I had an idea...

2007-02-03T04:55:38Z

Things I can share:

Drama DVD rips
- Gokusen (1)
- Hana Yori Dango (1)
- Kimi wa Petto

Concert DVD rips
- alice nine. Hello,Dear Numbers
- Dream Boys
- Golf and Mike Live The Show Must Go On
- Hyde Faith Tour 2006
- Kanjani8 HeatUp!Live
- KAT-TUN Okyakusama wa Kamisama - Concert 55 mannin Ai no Request ni Kotaete!!
- KAT-TUN Live Kaizokuban
- KAT-TUN Real Face Live
- Miyavi 25 Shunen Kinen Koen Tokyo Geijutsu Gekijo 5 Days -Dokuso-
- Summary of Johnny's World 2004

Movie DVD rips
- Moon Child (English subtitles can be left off the rip [also an unsubbed making-of avi if you want])
- Letters from Iwo Jima (Japanese 2-disc limited edition)
- Kagen no Tsuki (something super special that hasn't arrived yet)
- KAT-TUN Real Face Film (the dvd with each guy's special PV on it and the interviews after)

Other DVD Rips
- MYV Hitorigei (all three)
- MYV*POPS (dvd that came with limited edition cd release)
- TegoMass LE Single DVD

AVI dramas
- 1 Litre of Tears
- 15sai no Blues
- Attention Please (plus SP)
- Dragonzakura
- Hana Yori Dango 2
- Ikebukuro West Gate Park
- Kurosagi
- Long Love Letter
- My Boss My Hero
- Nobuta wo Produce
- Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (dvd extras included)
- Tokyo Friends (the series)

AVI movies
- Lovely Complex
- Kagen no Tsuki (basic movie, making of, and Last Quarter vhs [which makes more sense once you've seen the movie])
- Pika*nchi and Pika**nchi
- Shissou
- Tokyo Friends Movie

Other AVI
- alice nine. Alice in Wonder Film
- Hyde Roentgen Stories

Things I want but haven't had a chance to download, yet, or cannot find outside of BT:
- Gokusen 2
- Byakkotai
- News Touch DVD (actually I think I have this)
- News 0304 (actually I think I have this)
- Kisarazu Cat's Eye (series and movie)
- Gackt's Greatest filmography Red and Blue

tugs on my heartstrings

2007-01-28T00:21:30Z

bakaberry: uh-oh, Ryo is getting thinky
acchikocchi: thinky how?
bakaberry: http://nbj-jweb.livejournal.com/22039.html
bakaberry: poor ryo!
bakaberry: I think he got his heart broken
acchikocchi: sounds like someone got dumped. XD
acchikocchi: YUP
bakaberry: you know, I'm not a Ryo fangirl, and I'm not the type to really see him in a 'functional' relationship, but that still makes me wibble and gasp and hurt for him
bakaberry: poor guy
bakaberry: WE SHOULD ALL WRITE HAPPY!RYO FIC
acchikocchi: ....
bakaberry: by we I mean, everyone but me
acchikocchi: if by happy you mean porn.
bakaberry: yah
bakaberry: OF COURSE
bakaberry: *copies and pastes in bakaberry*
acchikocchi: XD

additionally, he is insecure about his low body weight and then this past week, he hurt himself so badly he thought he broke a rib!

We can write happy!ryo fic, and then maybe the energy will mysteriously transfer to the REAL Ryo, and it's like a voodoo doll only in reverse, right? Right??

Also, porning Ryo for the win?

Y/N?

ETA: oh sure, no one bother to tell me the last link didn't go where I said it would. T__T

I suck at subject headings

2007-01-22T07:56:17Z

First order of business:
TAY*J

okay? just read. it's Pin and it's fucking amazing and that's my wife, SO GO BEFORE I HURT YOU. :DDD

Second order of business:
Blame pashoshi who asked to be distracted with fic requests. Because of course darkeyedwolf would respond with something like "I want to know what happens after Ryo wakes up with empty bottles and Koyama pressed against him!" which resulted in Ilana and myself arguing over whether that scenario could involve sex or not. I'm sure you know which side of the argument I was on. :DD

Ryo wakes up on the floor with Koyama pressed against him. Koyama is asleep, and it is possible -- Ryo doesn't want to think about this too hard -- he is drooling a little. Ryo tries to get away from him but Koyama has a death grip in his sleep.

Ryo's shifting brings other things to his attention, like the fact that Koyama might be having a really nice dream and Ryo realises that he has no idea why he is on he floor with Koyama wrapped around him and they are both clearly not dressed.

This presents a problem for Ryo, because now he's a little more desperate to get away, but Koyama's grip tightens and he is beginning to make the sounds of someone who is waking up, and Ryo does not want Koyama to wake up, yet.

Ryo flails his free arm blindly out into the space next to him to find something to pull on so maybe he can get away, but instead of finding something helpful like the leg of a chair or a crowbar, he hears the brain-splitting clink of bottles as they roll into each other on the floor, set into motion by his stupid arm.

Koyama moves.

Ryo freezes.

Koyama is moving down there and Ryo tries not to scream in frustration because of all the times for Koyama to have a wet dream... and why the hell is he naked and where is a really big asprin when he needs one and--

Ryo feels something smash into his brain with the force of a jet plane.

What happened last night?!

"Ryoooo," Koyama says into his ear, and Ryo begins to think that his body might remember last night even if his brain doesn't, because the sound of Koyama saying his name is heavy with sleep and rough and Koyama is still moving his hips but he is no longer holding onto Ryo, and before Ryo can make a half-assed move to get away from Koyama, who he thinks might actually feel really good pressed against him like that, Koyama trails the hand Ryo isn't laying on over his ribcage and down his stomach, palm flat against his skin and warm and lower and lower and oh god, when did he get that hard on?

As Koyama begins to stroke slowly and brings his lips to Ryo's neck to suck softly at the thrumming pulse there, Ryo thinks he might like to remember what happened last night, and since he can't, he thinks he might as well stick around to find out if it was anything like this.

END

Third order of business:
Kame has an Ero Dance and I have decided that IT IS GOOD. I officially take back any negative thing I have said with any amount of seriousness, but not a single word of my teasing. Because as long as you guys insist on teasing Jin and Aiba, I will continue to tease Kame.

JOIN THE UPRISING!

Fourth order of business:
Speaking of Jin and Aiba, did I ever tell you guys about the time I opened my car door into my face? Not only did it hurt, but I bled a lot and I still have the scar to show for it. No fake, guys, it was one of my finer moments. :D

JE: Akanishi Jin/Yamashita Tomohisa: Pi Watches Porn and It Is Hot

2007-01-09T05:20:13Z

Title: Pi Watches Porn and It Is Hot (many thanks to honooko for the awesome title *g*)
Fandom: JE
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: R, says honooko
Author's Notes: Not too many notes this time. This smacked me upside the head a couple of hours ago. Inspired by the question, "What if Yamapi watched this porn (that link is worksafe but is f-locked, sorry) and Jin walked in on it?" The answer below the cut, I say! Also, this one is totally dedicated to all my fellow Pinions, who will recognise something in here. I love you girls SO MUCH! Big thanks to honooko for the speed-beta! ♥♥♥ ALL AROUND! And I know this isn't the crackfic I promised, but that is still on the way.

Yamapi is watching porn. It's really good porn. He likes this one a lot and watches it whenever he's not just looking to get off. This one is his favorite because—

"Pi, why are you watching this?"

Yamapi screams and jumps up and turns to face Jin, who has leaned over the back of the couch to speak to Yamapi and who has somehow let himself into Yamapi's apartment while Yamapi was distracted.

"Fuck, Jin, can you knock please?!" Yamapi exclaims and searches furiously for the remote to the DVD player. Jin has it, and he turns the volume up a bit.

"I did," he replies, slightly distracted by the video. "You didn't answer."

"And that wasn't a sign that maybe I wasn't home or didn't want to be bothered?" Yamapi's ego is beyond wounded. You don't walk in on your best friend watching pornography without being able to hold it over his head for the rest of his life.

"The door was unlocked and I heard the TV. I figured you didn't hear me knock," he states, simply. Jin logic is the best logic in the world, it seems, because Yamapi throws his hands up in the air and gives up on trying to make his point. He sits back down on the couch and realizes Jin is watching the porn.

"Jin…" he begins, but he is interrupted.

"I didn't know you like gay porn, Yamapi," and Jin shifts a bit where he stands, still leaning over the back of the couch, and Yamapi suddenly gets the idea that this situation is very, very awkward and that he really wants to be alone when the ground mercifully opens up to swallow him whole.

"I didn't think you wanted to know," he says firmly, and makes a grab for the remote. Jin doesn't even look away from the screen when he pulls the remote out of Yamapi's reach. Yamapi growls and gets up to turn the TV off at the box. Jin intercepts him, somehow scaling the couch and passing Yamapi before he could get across the room.

"Jin!" Yamapi is beyond confused and more than a little frustrated. Forget his wounded ego, now he just wants the video turned off so Jin can give him his full attention.

Except Jin's doing that just now with the video still on, and suddenly Yamapi thinks maybe he wants Jin to watch the video some more.

"Have you ever…" Jin begins, then stops and mentally backs up. Yamapi can see the wheels turning in his head. "Do you do what they do?" he finally asks. "You know, with other guys?"

Yamapi is too surprised by the question to reply, for a moment, but Jin seems so serious that the answer is forthcoming despite his better judgment, "Well, no. Not… not yet, anyway."

Jin nods his head, seeming to comprehend. Yamapi still sees wheels turning, but he's not certain which direction they're going, and he thinks he may have been nodding to himself instead of to Yamapi. "So," he says. "You've never…" and he kisses Yamapi.

Yamapi notices right away that Jin's lips are soft, and warm. Then he notices that he's making a low humming sound as Jin kisses him and he doesn't know how to stop himself from bringing his hands up to hold Jin's arms.

Jin pulls away and looks at Yamapi, and it takes Yamapi a moment to realize that was a question. "Uh, no. I haven't. Until now, I mean."

Jin's hands are all over his arms and his back and they won't stop moving. Jin dips his head to mouth at Yamapi's neck, and ask "Why not?" against the place behind Yamapi's ear that up till now Yamapi never knew to be the most sensitive part of his body above the belt. Yamapi leans his head back to give Jin better access and searches the ceiling for answers, because his brain is refusing to work anymore.

"Jin…" he sighs, and decides that probably isn't the correct answer. "I… ah… I didn't want to… with just anyone."

Yamapi is clutching at Jin and vaguely aware that Jin is backing him up to the couch, and he willingly falls back into the seat, almost grateful for the distance between himself and Jin but even more grateful when Jin follows him down and straddles his lap.

Oh! Yamapi thinks, because Jin is hard, low against his belly, and come to think of it so is he and Jin is saying something to him and he makes his brain tune him in, "…was me Yamapi, it was me, right? Not just anyone, but me. Say it was me. Please."

Jin's hands are under Yamapi's shirt and Jin is moving his hips and kissing Yamapi's neck again and, "Yes, Jin. It was you. Yes, god," and there isn't enough air in the room, and Jin is making a desperate sound and kissing him again, and rocking against Yamapi. It's all so nice and better than the porn, so much better than the porn.

Yamapi realizes a little too late that he's going to come in his pants. He clutches at Jin, gripping the fabric of his shirt and arching into Jin's body and god, it's just… "Fuck" he grits out, and for a second, forgets to breathe. He forgets to breathe and forgets everything except Jin as his orgasm hits, and it's quite possibly the most powerful thing he's felt, ever.

Jin is still moving. Yamapi looks at Jin. His eyes are closed and he thrusts against Yamapi, and Yamapi thinks maybe he can help, and goes to work the fastening on Jin's pants.

"No!" Jin exclaims, and stops moving. Yamapi feels hurt until he sees the look in Jin's eyes. "Not…" Jin thrusts once, moaning. "…next time, Pi, but for now just let me…" he moves again, urgently, faster than before. "Please!" he cries out, and Yamapi doesn't know what he's asking for, but reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Jin's head and pull him into a hard kiss, all tongue, and he feels Jin shudder, long and deep, hears him moan into the kiss, and then Jin is limp on Yamapi's lap, his face buried in the crook of Yamapi's neck and his still-uneven breath hot and wet against Yamapi's skin.

Over Jin's shoulder, Yamapi sees the video is ending. The actors are sharing a post-sex bath and washing each other. Their conversation is kind, light, joking, and full of love. That's why Yamapi likes this one so much. More than sex, the film shows two men in love, a real couple on camera. The best actors in the world can't duplicate what those two feel for each other.

Yamapi finds the remote where Jin dropped it next to them on the couch and turns off the TV.

"Pi," Jin drawls, picking his head up to kiss Yamapi softly. He pulls back and looks at Yamapi. "We made a mess in our pants, Pi."

Yamapi smiles. "Let's wash up, Jin."

aim drabbles

2007-01-02T06:10:27Z

I was afraid I was plagued by a severe case of writer's block, so I asked a few friends to throw me prompts and pairings to help me coax my muse out of hiding.

Many thanks to mananeh, corimari, and honooko! YOU GUYS ROCK.

PIN
“seasonings” - PG
There is this one bottle of chicken seasoning that Yamapi refuses to use while Jin is away, because it is Jin's favorite thing to have on chicken and whenever Yamapi sees it, he remembers the last time he cooked Jin dinner and used the seasoning, and Jin stood behind Yamapi as he stirred the contents of the pot, wrapping his arms around him and nibbling on his neck, and how they never got around to eating dinner that night but he sent Jin off with a bento full of it the next day. And then Yamapi went to Kyoto, and after that Jin was off to the United States. So Yamapi waits for Jin to return before he opens the bottle, again.

PIN
“storm” - G
Growing up in Japan, Yamapi has seen his fair share of sudden rain, but the storm that came upon his trip with Jin to a remote onsen was unexpected even by Japan's standards. They barely made it back to the room before the wind picked up and the lightning began to flash in the sky. Jin made a face like the trip was ruined, but Yamapi thought the trip was a success as long as he got to be alone with his best friend in the whole world. Hot springs or hotel room, if Jin was there, it was bound to be fun.

PIN
“beginnings” - PG
It wasn't like they meant to be so formal about it, but Yamapi thinks it might be all Jin's fault.

He confessed to Jin, and Jin confessed back, and Yamapi thought things could be the same, just with more kissing, but Jin, for some stupid reason, needed to be a man about the whole thing and insisted on taking Yamapi out to dinner and stuff.

Yamapi didn't mind, really, but he thought maybe Jin was taking the beginning of their relationship a bit too seriously. It was a new beginning, yeah, but they were still friends, and the beginning of dating didn't mean the end of friendship.

Still, Yamapi didn't mind. He knew he loved Jin and Jin loved doting on Yamapi, and when he walked Yamapi home at the end of their first real date, Yamapi caught on to the fun in having a first real kiss.

They'd kissed before, but never after a date, and never with Jin leaning in and stopping to say things like, "I had fun," and "call me," and "I love you."

Yeah, thought Yamapi as Jin's lips met his in an innocent kiss. This beginning was pretty sweet. Jin might have had the right idea, after all.

TakkiPi
“cherry” - PG
Yamapi read in one of his sister's magazines that if you can tie a cherry stem in your mouth, it means you're a good kisser. He's been practicing for days, and he thinks he finally got it down.

At lunch, Takki is there and Yamapi eats his cherry whole with a grand gesture, one that is sure to get Takki's attention.

"Did you just eat that whole cherry? Even the stem?" Takki asks.

Yamapi nods his head, making quick work of the stem in his mouth and then pulling it out to show off his masterpiece. "See?" he says. "I can tie a knot with my tongue."

"and...?" Takki prompts.

"I dunno," Yamapi says, feigning nonchalance. "Supposedly it means I'm a good kisser."

Later, Takki presses him up against a wall and looks down at Yamapi with kiss-swollen lips and says, "Yeah, I guess they were right."

Shuuji/Akira
“teddy bear” - G
Shuuji had never been to Akira's place in the new town. Akira came over to Shuuji's home all the time. It was close to school and on the way home for Akira, and more often than not, since Akira lived alone, he ate dinner at Shuuji's before heading all the way home for the night. He was really a part of the Kiritani family, now.

But Shuuji didn't think anything weird, being in Akira's place for the first time, when he saw modern, mature-looking furniture all over the place. It made sense, knowing who his father was, that Akira would have the best, most expensive accommodations in the small town. It was probably part of the deal when Akira convinced his dad to let him leave the city and come here to be with Shuuji.

The only thing, he noticed, that seemed out of place, was a big, floppy, worn-out teddy bear. It was missing one eye and the stitching on the left arm was beginning to give. Akira said it was called Akira. Shuuji thought this made sense, too.

Shuuji admired Akira, who, in the face of so much pressure to be someone he wasn't and someone he didn't want to become, held onto his true self with such stubborn tenacity, even if it was just a tired teddy bear in the midst of a grown-up lifestyle.

Sho/Aiba
“purin” - PG for tension? (purin is pudding, I learned)
Sho knew the look on Aiba's face and he knew that he needed to do something soon, because they way Aiba was looking at the purin, he knew the poor dessert was not long for this world.

"I wonder..." Aiba began to muse out loud, and Sho cut him off, swiping the cup from his hands and holding it behind his back.

"No," Sho said, simply. "Not today, and not on purin."

"Ah, but the purin wasn't my test subject," Aiba said, and Sho was confused until Aiba came close, closer than necessary, and reached round behind him to retrieve the pudding.

"It wasn't?" he asked, hyper-aware of Aiba's proximity.

"No," Aiba said, looking him in the eye and bringing his thumb up to lick some of the sweet caramel-like sauce that had spilled. "You were."

Ohno/Nino
“crossdressing” - PG-13
Nino doesn't know why he is doing this. He's never done it before and he doesn't see why he should start now except that Ohno asked so nicely and even bought stuff, so he reluctantly agreed to whatever this is and now he looks in the mirror and wonders what the fuck he got himself into.

The fabric stretches over the wrong parts of his body, gapping awkwardly in others. It's slipperysmooth and shiny and feels pleasant against his skin. One of the straps won't stay up.

He exits the bathroom, peering nervously around the room for Ohno. "Oh-chan?" he calls, suddenly feeling very insecure and wondering if this is all a practical joke and he's going to walk into the next room to be greeted by the whole band, some senpai, and every last kouhai.

A sharp breath to his left, and Ohno is seated in a chair in the shadows. Nino embraces himself against exposure that feels like a chill in the air. Ohno moves across the room, into the light, towards Nino, and Nino forgets to breath because Ohno has never had that look in his eye before, but Nino's seen something like it, and as Ohno presses him against the wall and runs his hands over Nino's body, dry warmth seeping through the soft, silky fabric of whatever it is he asked Nino to wear, Nino thinks that as long as this is the end result, he might be doing this more often in the future.

Shuuji/Akira
“noise” - R
Shuuji and Akira learned pretty early on that they needed to spend more time at Akira's place. On top of the fact that there is absolutely no privacy at Shuuji's house, where Koji never leaves them alone and Shuuji's father, bless him, tries to take a very active role as a male mentor in Akira's life, Akira is just too damn loud.

Shuuji would normally tell him to shut up about soccer or math or whatever else Akira goes on about, but this is completely different, and he wants to hear everything Akira has to say. So for such an occasion, they usually end up at Akira's apartment, because he lives alone and there is no one to disturb them (except the landlady, who, aside from a knowing smile and an almost-imperceptible wink as they left one morning, hasn't said a word of complaint).

Because when Shuuji lays Akira out on the futon and begins to taste his chest and stomach, and moves down to tease his cock with puffs of breath and the warmth of his mouth, Shuuji wants to know exactly what Akira has to say about the matter.

Cinema☆Cinema No.06

2006-12-16T23:20:09Z

Hey, so...I was in Kinokuniya again yesterday and I was browsing the rock magazines again, and this movie magazine on the shelf below caught my eye, just as it had the last three times I was there. I always talk to the magazine when I go, because the man on the cover looks SO FAMILIAR but with nothing but kanji on the cover, I have no way of knowing WHY he looks familiar.

Except that yesterday it hit me: KEN MIYAKE *slaps forehead*

I picked up the magazine and browsed through and I found it contained a lot more than just Ken Miyake. So I bought it and scanned the relevant pages to post here.

I included the table of contents. if someone sees something they would like me to scan for them, all I ask is that you give the page number of the article that interests you because me = not reading kanji, yet. *sweatdrop*

on to the scans!

below the cut:
- Ken Miyake (and his movie Oyayubi sagashi)
- Sakurai Sho and Okado Junichi (and their movie Kisarazu Cats Eye: World Series)
- Arashi (and a movie they are apparently filming called Kiiroi namida)
- Kaneshiro Takeshi (and his movie Ru guo Ai)

Cinema☆Cinema

Oyayubi sagashi
(Official Site)
starring Ken Miyake

Kisarazu Cats Eye: World Series
(the only site I find for this one is the dorama site at TBS.co.jp)
starring Sakurai Sho and Okado Junichi

Kiiroi namida
(Official Site)
starring all of Arashi

Ru guo Ai (Perhaps Love)
(Official Site has an option to browse in English)
starring Kaneshiro Takeshi

Complete Winkup January 2007!

2006-12-12T20:12:28Z

So guys! there are 105 scans behind the cut! ImageShack has been so much hate during this project. I think I'm glad this is my last magazine till the February issues come out!

This took so long, and there was so much time where I was just sitting and twiddling my thumbs waiting for stuff to upload, that I got all my christmas cards done! I guess that's good, right?

There are no rules. I don't require credit (just don't take it all for yourself LOL). I would have scanned the magazine for myself no matter what, I just like to share what I have. right? :D

at this time, the megaupload links for the downloads do not work because my file manager on the hosting site ate the links. T_T

I don't know what happened, but I will re-upload as soon as I can, which will probably be Thursday because I work at both of my jobs on Wednesday. I'm very sorry for this. I hope SendSpace is good enough for now! D:

Winkup January 2007!

Kanjani8
zip: [MU] [SS]

KAT-TUN
zip: [MU] [SS]

Tatta Hitotsu no Koi (included in zip)

NEWS
zip: [MU] [SS]

Arashi
zip: [MU] [SS]

KinKi Kids
zip: [MU] [SS]

ENDLICHERI☆ENDLICHERI (included in zip)

Tackey & Tsubasa
zip: [MU] [SS]

TOKIO

Coming Century
zip: [MU] [SS]

Juniors
ABC

BAD

cuddly juniors (?)

fiVe

FreshJr. and FreshJr.~international

Ikuta Toma

Jrs in Hawaii

JJ Express

Jun Hasegawa

Kis-My-Ft2

Kitty

Little Gangs (random juniors?)

Musical Academy

Nakajima Yuto

Question?

Shunsuke Kazama

Top Kids (more random juniors?)

Yamada Ryosuke

Yoshikazu Toshin

Ya-Ya-Yah

Non-JE
Yuya Endo

Mizushima Hiro

Nakao Akiyoshi

Duet January 2007 (now complete)

2006-12-09T10:36:01Z

as usual, the thumbnails have been horribly re-sized by imageshack, but rather than resize them myself, I let imageshack do its nasty deed and left the hi-res at my scanner's settings and put everything in zip files. ENJOY!

upon editing: I tried something new with the second batch of scans and decided to save each scan at less than 1.5MB so imageshack wouldn't re-size. The zips I am updating and uploading may include some of the photos you've already saved, but the new scans are all hi-res outside of the zips, so you won't need to download the zip again for just one or two more scans, because it would seem I accidentally left out a few KAT-TUN-related things in the original post. :Z

Also, because this is the ENTIRE MAGAZINE, I only zipped things that, when grouped, amounted to more than four scans.

at this time, the megaupload links for the downloads do not work because my file manager on the hosting site ate the links. T_T

I don't know what happened, but I will re-upload as soon as I can, which will probably be Thursday because I work at both of my jobs on Wednesday. I'm very sorry for this. I hope SendSpace is good enough for now! D:

DUET January 2007

NEWS
zip: [MU] [SS]
YamaPi -
TegoMass -
Koyama -
Shige -

KUNTT aka KAT-TUN without the A
zip: [SS] [MU]

Koki -
Ueda -
Maru -
Junno -
Kame -

SECRET FACE - Yamapi and Koki!

Kanjani8
zip: [MU] [SS]

Arashi
zip: [SS] [MU]

Monthly Arashizm - Sho (included in zip)

Tackey & Tsubasa
zip: [MU] [SS]

KinKi Kids
zip: [MU] [SS]

TOKIO
zip: [SS] [MU]
Nagase -
Shigeru -

Coming Century (aka: The Younger Half of V6)
zip: [MU] [SS]
Go Morita -
Junichi Okada -
Ken Miyake -

Juniors
LEADERS

various Juniors in Hawaii

JJ Express

Tap Kids and Kitty Jr.

B.A.D.

ABC

Kis-My-Ft2

Ya-Ya-Yah

M.A.D.

Question?

OSSaN
(if this is not a junior group and is in fact just a random group of Juniors, I apologise. None of these names turn up in any online searches, so I don't know who they are)

NON-JE
Keita and Shota Saito

D-Boys

WaT

Mizushima Hiro

Nakao Akiyoshi

YUMapi again

2006-12-08T23:58:06Z

corimari lamented the lack of Pi scans from the January magazines, and I just went to Kino and bought Duet, Winkup, and Potato.

I figured I could probably help a girl out. ;D

zip file for all scans: [MU] [SS]

DUET

POTATO

I love that last month we got Pi with guinea pigs, and this month we get Pi with penguins. PENGUINS! Pingu!Pi makes my day.

WINKUP

HOT PI FTW! COLD SHOWER NOW KTHXBAI!

Yamapi? More like YUMapi. :þ

2006-11-24T23:35:16Z

Ran off to Kinokuniya today to see what they could offer me with their big 10%-Off-Everything-After-Thanksgiving Sale.

Found January 2007 Myojo!

Yamapi is hot and that's all I'm going to scan for you: (download hi-res [MU][SS])

See that one in the middle? That's his slave-pi face right there. Hands bound, hungry look in his eye, but also defiant because WHY HAVEN'T THEY STARTED FUCKING, YET?

erm, no, I'm not annoyingly persistent, why do you ask?

but what I really want to know is WHY DOES THIS LITTLE GEM ONLY TAKE UP FIVE SQUARE INCHES ON THE TABLE OF CONTENTS?

Yamapi needs to stop teasing us right now and just set up a live webcam strip show. He could charge by the second and make millions. I would willingly pay-to-own for every last bit of that performance.