The Alternative - #30, Lust - Nisaki
Title: The Alternative
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: #30, Lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Band[s]: Nightmare
Disclaimer: Noooot mine.
Comments: Inspired somewhat by IAMX's song The Alternative. It's very short, but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. :3
He could have been steam, or smoke, or moonlight. Maybe a combination of all three, pale and ethereal in the thin darkness. Niya paused to marvel at the perfect shape of Sakito’s bare back, the vertebrae poking out and leaving shallow hollows filled with shadow in an even column, and remembered counting them with kisses not an hour before. Remembered how Sakito had laid back for him, and the primal euphoria he so desperately needed.
A rush of moist, warm air followed in Niya’s wake as he left the doorway of the bathroom to join Sakito on the bed. He sat on the edge with legs drawn up, ankles crossed carefully and head leaning on folded arms. The window was open to let in the balmy air and draw out the smoke from the idle cigarette in his hand. The whole effect was utterly unreal, a new private universe found only in late night hotel rooms far from home.
Niya crawled over the mattress quietly, placing both hands on Sakito’s arms as he trailed wet kisses along his shoulder. Droplets from his wet hair fell and clung like diamonds to Sakito’s skin. Unmoving, the wisp of smoke and moonlight closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Behind him, Niya moved closer, chest pressed against his back, and stole a drag from the cigarette.
“Hm?” Niya was loathe to break the enchanted silence.
“Nothing,” Sakito answered automatically, defensively, but he decided to go on a moment later. “Why do we only do this on tour?”
There was no easy answer. It was, after all, only an alternative life, secret and hushed between them.
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: #30, Lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Band[s]: Nightmare
Disclaimer: Noooot mine.
Comments: Inspired somewhat by IAMX's song The Alternative. It's very short, but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. :3
He could have been steam, or smoke, or moonlight. Maybe a combination of all three, pale and ethereal in the thin darkness. Niya paused to marvel at the perfect shape of Sakito’s bare back, the vertebrae poking out and leaving shallow hollows filled with shadow in an even column, and remembered counting them with kisses not an hour before. Remembered how Sakito had laid back for him, and the primal euphoria he so desperately needed.
A rush of moist, warm air followed in Niya’s wake as he left the doorway of the bathroom to join Sakito on the bed. He sat on the edge with legs drawn up, ankles crossed carefully and head leaning on folded arms. The window was open to let in the balmy air and draw out the smoke from the idle cigarette in his hand. The whole effect was utterly unreal, a new private universe found only in late night hotel rooms far from home.
Niya crawled over the mattress quietly, placing both hands on Sakito’s arms as he trailed wet kisses along his shoulder. Droplets from his wet hair fell and clung like diamonds to Sakito’s skin. Unmoving, the wisp of smoke and moonlight closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Behind him, Niya moved closer, chest pressed against his back, and stole a drag from the cigarette.
“Hm?” Niya was loathe to break the enchanted silence.
“Nothing,” Sakito answered automatically, defensively, but he decided to go on a moment later. “Why do we only do this on tour?”
There was no easy answer. It was, after all, only an alternative life, secret and hushed between them.