Fifty sentences: Diophysitic
[Title] Diophysitic
[Pairing] DiexKaoru
[Prompt] Epsilon set, 1sentence
[Rating] G to soft NC-17.
[Genre] Fluff, romance, some angst, bits of PWP.
[Summary] Fifty sentences on how two can equal one and how to defy boundaries.
[Author's Comments] THIS. I forgot about this. And it is OOOOOOOOLD MEME SON. I got eleven sentences done, so guess what? I TYPED THE OTHER THIRTY NINE TONIGHT. Don't hate because I'm awesome.
...actually, go ahead and hate because I ran right into writer's block at about twenty-three. FUUUU. But I pushed myself, and hopefully it came out well enough.
[Warnings] Sex, language, gratuitous use of commas and colons, and a mention of self harm
[Word Count] Unbeta'd. Including prompt words, 2010. OH SHI--.
[Music] System of a Down - "Cigaro"
[01: Motion]
The motion of Kaoru’s hands is unique, whether it be over the guitar fret board, stirring whatever he cooked for dinner, moving over Die’s skin, or brushing back the hair from his sleeping lover’s face.
[02: Cool]
Kaoru is cool in two ways: one, in the way he does everything seemingly non-impulsively and thoroughly, and two, in the way his body temperature never seems to rise above a certain cold temperature, which just gives Die more reason to hold him closely.
[03: Young]
When Die slings an arm around Kaoru’s shoulder walking home one night after one long-ass day of work and presses his face to the ebony hair, inhaling deeply, all the stress leaves the older one and he feels young again.
[04: Last]
The one time Kaoru was left alone to do his work ended up with him passing out in exhaustion during recording, which prompted Die to scold him and say, “That first is your last."
[05: Wrong]
Being with another man should have felt wrong, should have felt dirty, but as Kaoru combs his fingers through Die’s long hair, which rests on his lap, he thinks that whoever came up with such fucked up logic obviously hasn’t been with Die.
[06: Gentle]
The breeze is gentle, and the way it blows Kaoru’s flyaway strands of hair away from his face makes Die appreciate it all more.
[07: One]
All it took was one hug on a sorrow-filled night to convince Die that Kaoru was the one, the one that all the soap operas and sap-filled Hollywood movies talked about.
[08: Thousand]
Die asks one day what Kaoru is doing with that crumpled sheet of notebook paper, and Kaoru replies, “I’m making a list of a thousand things I love about you, but I can’t because it will never end.”
[09: King]
On Die’s birthday, Kaoru lets Die’s length slip free from his mouth, earning him a frustrated moan and he grins lecherously, replying, “You’re the king for the day, what would you like me to do next?”
[10: Learn]
Each learned how to do things they never thought they’d learn how to do around each other: how to touch, how to breathe the other in, how to talk, and how to return those shed tears to where they should stay.
[11: Blur]
Kaoru’s mind is a blur as he scrabbles for a hold on the sheets, breathing becoming more difficult as Die presses against his back more, his movements bringing him even more close to that edge of oblivion.
[12: Wait]
When Die’s sobbing eases, Kaoru pulls his face up to look at him, presses his forehead to the other’s, and whispers as he brushes the tears away, “I promise I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to let me know.”
[13: Change]
Die watches Kaoru’s backside as the older man bends over, rooting for spare change between the couch cushions.
[14: Command]
There’s no leader, there’s no ‘he wears the pants’, because in their relationship, both take command equally and unquestionably.
[15: Hold]
During the thunderstorm, the lights flickered off for hours on end, and when it turns night time, Die’s voice is muffled when he says, “Kaoru, loosen up, the sheets are stifling, you’re killing me babe,” but he doesn’t object to Kaoru tightening his hold even more.
[16: Need]
There’s a need that can’t be sated inside Die as he sits by the bay window, lonely when Kaoru goes off for a meeting out of town.
[17: Vision]
Kaoru squints at the mirror when he tries on new glasses, finally giving in when Die said that the ebony-head was going to ruin his vision if he didn’t get a new pair.
[18: Attention]
The lanky brunette gets all of Kaoru’s undivided attention, even if it’s something simple like a soft brush of his arm against tattooed skin or a bug crawling across Die’s music score.
[19: Soul]
Oftentimes, Kaoru’s mind had fought with his heart and soul, but that first time that Die hand taken those small, smooth hands within his and kissed the letters decorating his knuckles, all fighting had ceased.
[20: Picture]
“Hey Kaoru, smile!” Die yelled right as he snapped a picture of his just waking lover; the photo of the disheveled man stayed on the mantle just where Die could see it when he was lying on the couch with Kaoru.
[21: Fool]
The shorter one always felt like a fool trying to stretch to his full height (not to mention retain his pride) as he tried unsuccessfully to reach the plates for dinner, and Die was clearly right there.
[22: Mad]
“Die, you are driving me mad,” Kaoru muttered, though his words were contradictory to his actions, and he tilted his head back to allow the brunette more access to his neck.
[23: Child]
Kaoru gestures toward the sink full of dishes, and Die whines like a child, “Five more minutes, Kao!”
[24: Now]
The brunette snatched the smoking cigarette out of Kaoru’s mouth, and he ignored the stubborn protests and said, “You smoke more than I do-a world record, I may add-so as of now, you’re going on a no-nicotine diet.”
[25: Shadow]
A shadow lingers over Die’s half asleep form, and he subconsciously wonders who it is until he feels those callused fingertips crest across his hairline.
[26: Goodbye]
Kaoru gives a small wave goodbye as he watches his lover walk away to the afterparty, and he knows that later, he’ll be the one holding back the same lover’s hair as he retches into the toilet.
[27: Hide]
Die takes a hold of Kaoru’s thin wrists and pulls his hands away from his tear-stained face, kissing those salty lips and whispers, “Don’t hide from me.”
[28: Fortune]
With all the fame and fortune they’ve endured and received, Die wonders how Kaoru still manages to trudge on through, even though inside he’s about to collapse off of his chair.
[29: Safe]
When Die wakes up from waiting all night for Kaoru to come home, he finds said man sprawled on top of him, shirtless, tattoos standing out against Die’s skin, and somehow, Die feels safer than ever in this position.
[30: Book]
“Come on, Kaoru, it’s a nice day outside, put the book down!” Die scolds, and even though Kaoru mutters obscenities about flat-assed rhythm guitarists getting tortured, he pulls on his sneakers and follows Die outside.
[31: Ghost]
Die sits up suddenly in bed, long hair sticking to his cheeks and skinny fingers clasping the sheets, but then he feels himself being pulled into a tight embrace, shorter, stubbier fingers brushing back the damp hair and Kaoru’s voice is in his ear whispering, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
[32: Eye]
Kaoru gasps and shudders underneath Die, clawing at his torso, and when Die catches Kaoru’s eye, he sees nothing but adoration and fulfillment.
[33: Never]
Kyo looks up from his lyric book, and he swears that he’ll never see another man affect another person like Die does with Kaoru.
[34: Sing]
Kaoru, drunk, finishes his try at karaoke, and when he flops back down at the bar, Die laughs and yells over the beat of the speakers, “You can’t fucking sing worth a shit!”
[35: Sudden]
In their relationship, both try to take it slow, because everything always happens so suddenly: when they confessed, when they argue, when they kiss, when they make love.
[36: Stop]
Teeth clash, hands desperately seek contact with more revealed flesh, but the last thing Die expected was to have the lead guitarist pull himself away and mutter, “Stop, stop.”
[37: Time]
“Just give me some time,” the taller one whispers into the locks of black hair, tightening his grip as his voice gets even quieter, “I just need some more time to accept this,” and he gently pushes Kaoru backwards and away.
[38: Wash]
“I swear, that asshole taxi driver must’ve been fucking blind or something!” Kaoru raves, a fourth cigarette between his lips, as Die pulls his wet, mud-stained shirt off of his torso and throws it in the wash.
[39: Torn]
The sound of paper being torn fills the air, and Kaoru looks up to see Die with two halves of ripped paperwork in each hand, and right as Kaoru starts into Die, the brunette says, “Oops, oh well, come to bed, Kaoru, I’m lonely.”
[40: History]
The band is making history, with records filling the shelves and their faces all over magazines, but behind the scenes, Die and Kaoru are making history of their own.
[41: Power]
During a power outage at the studio, there’s a shrill, girly shriek, and once the flashlights turn on, Kyo and Toshiya give Shinya a look, but the youngest member only points to Kaoru, who has his head buried in the chest of a hysterical Die.
[42: Bother]
Kaoru is sitting at the table finishing up a few more music sheets, but he drops his pen when he feels slender fingers running over his thighs and a husky voice whispering, “You won’t be finishing those any time soon anyway.”
[43: God]
Of course there was always that questioning, but as the older man looks at his lover, lanky form sprawled out across the bed, one arm thrown over him, twitching with each passing dream, he knows there must be a God somewhere because he created this beautiful man and, better yet, allowed Kaoru the privilege to love him and be loved in return.
[44: Wall]
Toshiya stares at the wall in the recording room, a dent about waist high, asking, “What the hell is THAT?” and completely missed the deep flush spreading across Die’s cheeks.
[45: Naked]
Kaoru is barely naked before Die pushes him onto the bed, whispering harried “need you now”s, and the younger one settles himself between the tattooed one’s thighs before letting his hands and mouth go to work.
[46: Drive]
On the drive home, Die falls peacefully asleep, a rare feat in itself, and Kaoru watches that skinny man lie quietly against the window, soft strands of brown hair stirring with each breath, and every now and then Kaoru risks breaking his peace by sparing a hand from the steering wheel and brushing back a few locks.
[47: Harm]
“Fuckin’ shit, Kaoru!” Die yells as he yanks his razor out of Kaoru’s hands, tossing it to the side and set about stopping his shocked friend’s bleeding wrists, wondering why Kaoru would cause such harm when he seemed so happy on the outside.
[48: Precious]
Each of the rhythm guitarist’s smiles is precious in Kaoru’s eyes; by contrast, he thinks his own are drab and weak.
[49: Hunger]
The leader attacks Die with a hunger, fitting somehow, because Kaoru just can’t get enough of the taste that the brunette gladly gives him.
[50: Believe]
Lying side by side, sharing a smoke and beer in silence, both of the musicians believe that there’s nothing better than feeling your loved one so close beside you, no matter if it’s intimate or not; just being alone, in bed, is enough for them.
x-posted to 1sentence and diexkaorulove
[Pairing] DiexKaoru
[Prompt] Epsilon set, 1sentence
[Rating] G to soft NC-17.
[Genre] Fluff, romance, some angst, bits of PWP.
[Summary] Fifty sentences on how two can equal one and how to defy boundaries.
[Author's Comments] THIS. I forgot about this. And it is OOOOOOOOLD MEME SON. I got eleven sentences done, so guess what? I TYPED THE OTHER THIRTY NINE TONIGHT. Don't hate because I'm awesome.
...actually, go ahead and hate because I ran right into writer's block at about twenty-three. FUUUU. But I pushed myself, and hopefully it came out well enough.
[Warnings] Sex, language, gratuitous use of commas and colons, and a mention of self harm
[Word Count] Unbeta'd. Including prompt words, 2010. OH SHI--.
[Music] System of a Down - "Cigaro"
[01: Motion]
The motion of Kaoru’s hands is unique, whether it be over the guitar fret board, stirring whatever he cooked for dinner, moving over Die’s skin, or brushing back the hair from his sleeping lover’s face.
[02: Cool]
Kaoru is cool in two ways: one, in the way he does everything seemingly non-impulsively and thoroughly, and two, in the way his body temperature never seems to rise above a certain cold temperature, which just gives Die more reason to hold him closely.
[03: Young]
When Die slings an arm around Kaoru’s shoulder walking home one night after one long-ass day of work and presses his face to the ebony hair, inhaling deeply, all the stress leaves the older one and he feels young again.
[04: Last]
The one time Kaoru was left alone to do his work ended up with him passing out in exhaustion during recording, which prompted Die to scold him and say, “That first is your last."
[05: Wrong]
Being with another man should have felt wrong, should have felt dirty, but as Kaoru combs his fingers through Die’s long hair, which rests on his lap, he thinks that whoever came up with such fucked up logic obviously hasn’t been with Die.
[06: Gentle]
The breeze is gentle, and the way it blows Kaoru’s flyaway strands of hair away from his face makes Die appreciate it all more.
[07: One]
All it took was one hug on a sorrow-filled night to convince Die that Kaoru was the one, the one that all the soap operas and sap-filled Hollywood movies talked about.
[08: Thousand]
Die asks one day what Kaoru is doing with that crumpled sheet of notebook paper, and Kaoru replies, “I’m making a list of a thousand things I love about you, but I can’t because it will never end.”
[09: King]
On Die’s birthday, Kaoru lets Die’s length slip free from his mouth, earning him a frustrated moan and he grins lecherously, replying, “You’re the king for the day, what would you like me to do next?”
[10: Learn]
Each learned how to do things they never thought they’d learn how to do around each other: how to touch, how to breathe the other in, how to talk, and how to return those shed tears to where they should stay.
[11: Blur]
Kaoru’s mind is a blur as he scrabbles for a hold on the sheets, breathing becoming more difficult as Die presses against his back more, his movements bringing him even more close to that edge of oblivion.
[12: Wait]
When Die’s sobbing eases, Kaoru pulls his face up to look at him, presses his forehead to the other’s, and whispers as he brushes the tears away, “I promise I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to let me know.”
[13: Change]
Die watches Kaoru’s backside as the older man bends over, rooting for spare change between the couch cushions.
[14: Command]
There’s no leader, there’s no ‘he wears the pants’, because in their relationship, both take command equally and unquestionably.
[15: Hold]
During the thunderstorm, the lights flickered off for hours on end, and when it turns night time, Die’s voice is muffled when he says, “Kaoru, loosen up, the sheets are stifling, you’re killing me babe,” but he doesn’t object to Kaoru tightening his hold even more.
[16: Need]
There’s a need that can’t be sated inside Die as he sits by the bay window, lonely when Kaoru goes off for a meeting out of town.
[17: Vision]
Kaoru squints at the mirror when he tries on new glasses, finally giving in when Die said that the ebony-head was going to ruin his vision if he didn’t get a new pair.
[18: Attention]
The lanky brunette gets all of Kaoru’s undivided attention, even if it’s something simple like a soft brush of his arm against tattooed skin or a bug crawling across Die’s music score.
[19: Soul]
Oftentimes, Kaoru’s mind had fought with his heart and soul, but that first time that Die hand taken those small, smooth hands within his and kissed the letters decorating his knuckles, all fighting had ceased.
[20: Picture]
“Hey Kaoru, smile!” Die yelled right as he snapped a picture of his just waking lover; the photo of the disheveled man stayed on the mantle just where Die could see it when he was lying on the couch with Kaoru.
[21: Fool]
The shorter one always felt like a fool trying to stretch to his full height (not to mention retain his pride) as he tried unsuccessfully to reach the plates for dinner, and Die was clearly right there.
[22: Mad]
“Die, you are driving me mad,” Kaoru muttered, though his words were contradictory to his actions, and he tilted his head back to allow the brunette more access to his neck.
[23: Child]
Kaoru gestures toward the sink full of dishes, and Die whines like a child, “Five more minutes, Kao!”
[24: Now]
The brunette snatched the smoking cigarette out of Kaoru’s mouth, and he ignored the stubborn protests and said, “You smoke more than I do-a world record, I may add-so as of now, you’re going on a no-nicotine diet.”
[25: Shadow]
A shadow lingers over Die’s half asleep form, and he subconsciously wonders who it is until he feels those callused fingertips crest across his hairline.
[26: Goodbye]
Kaoru gives a small wave goodbye as he watches his lover walk away to the afterparty, and he knows that later, he’ll be the one holding back the same lover’s hair as he retches into the toilet.
[27: Hide]
Die takes a hold of Kaoru’s thin wrists and pulls his hands away from his tear-stained face, kissing those salty lips and whispers, “Don’t hide from me.”
[28: Fortune]
With all the fame and fortune they’ve endured and received, Die wonders how Kaoru still manages to trudge on through, even though inside he’s about to collapse off of his chair.
[29: Safe]
When Die wakes up from waiting all night for Kaoru to come home, he finds said man sprawled on top of him, shirtless, tattoos standing out against Die’s skin, and somehow, Die feels safer than ever in this position.
[30: Book]
“Come on, Kaoru, it’s a nice day outside, put the book down!” Die scolds, and even though Kaoru mutters obscenities about flat-assed rhythm guitarists getting tortured, he pulls on his sneakers and follows Die outside.
[31: Ghost]
Die sits up suddenly in bed, long hair sticking to his cheeks and skinny fingers clasping the sheets, but then he feels himself being pulled into a tight embrace, shorter, stubbier fingers brushing back the damp hair and Kaoru’s voice is in his ear whispering, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
[32: Eye]
Kaoru gasps and shudders underneath Die, clawing at his torso, and when Die catches Kaoru’s eye, he sees nothing but adoration and fulfillment.
[33: Never]
Kyo looks up from his lyric book, and he swears that he’ll never see another man affect another person like Die does with Kaoru.
[34: Sing]
Kaoru, drunk, finishes his try at karaoke, and when he flops back down at the bar, Die laughs and yells over the beat of the speakers, “You can’t fucking sing worth a shit!”
[35: Sudden]
In their relationship, both try to take it slow, because everything always happens so suddenly: when they confessed, when they argue, when they kiss, when they make love.
[36: Stop]
Teeth clash, hands desperately seek contact with more revealed flesh, but the last thing Die expected was to have the lead guitarist pull himself away and mutter, “Stop, stop.”
[37: Time]
“Just give me some time,” the taller one whispers into the locks of black hair, tightening his grip as his voice gets even quieter, “I just need some more time to accept this,” and he gently pushes Kaoru backwards and away.
[38: Wash]
“I swear, that asshole taxi driver must’ve been fucking blind or something!” Kaoru raves, a fourth cigarette between his lips, as Die pulls his wet, mud-stained shirt off of his torso and throws it in the wash.
[39: Torn]
The sound of paper being torn fills the air, and Kaoru looks up to see Die with two halves of ripped paperwork in each hand, and right as Kaoru starts into Die, the brunette says, “Oops, oh well, come to bed, Kaoru, I’m lonely.”
[40: History]
The band is making history, with records filling the shelves and their faces all over magazines, but behind the scenes, Die and Kaoru are making history of their own.
[41: Power]
During a power outage at the studio, there’s a shrill, girly shriek, and once the flashlights turn on, Kyo and Toshiya give Shinya a look, but the youngest member only points to Kaoru, who has his head buried in the chest of a hysterical Die.
[42: Bother]
Kaoru is sitting at the table finishing up a few more music sheets, but he drops his pen when he feels slender fingers running over his thighs and a husky voice whispering, “You won’t be finishing those any time soon anyway.”
[43: God]
Of course there was always that questioning, but as the older man looks at his lover, lanky form sprawled out across the bed, one arm thrown over him, twitching with each passing dream, he knows there must be a God somewhere because he created this beautiful man and, better yet, allowed Kaoru the privilege to love him and be loved in return.
[44: Wall]
Toshiya stares at the wall in the recording room, a dent about waist high, asking, “What the hell is THAT?” and completely missed the deep flush spreading across Die’s cheeks.
[45: Naked]
Kaoru is barely naked before Die pushes him onto the bed, whispering harried “need you now”s, and the younger one settles himself between the tattooed one’s thighs before letting his hands and mouth go to work.
[46: Drive]
On the drive home, Die falls peacefully asleep, a rare feat in itself, and Kaoru watches that skinny man lie quietly against the window, soft strands of brown hair stirring with each breath, and every now and then Kaoru risks breaking his peace by sparing a hand from the steering wheel and brushing back a few locks.
[47: Harm]
“Fuckin’ shit, Kaoru!” Die yells as he yanks his razor out of Kaoru’s hands, tossing it to the side and set about stopping his shocked friend’s bleeding wrists, wondering why Kaoru would cause such harm when he seemed so happy on the outside.
[48: Precious]
Each of the rhythm guitarist’s smiles is precious in Kaoru’s eyes; by contrast, he thinks his own are drab and weak.
[49: Hunger]
The leader attacks Die with a hunger, fitting somehow, because Kaoru just can’t get enough of the taste that the brunette gladly gives him.
[50: Believe]
Lying side by side, sharing a smoke and beer in silence, both of the musicians believe that there’s nothing better than feeling your loved one so close beside you, no matter if it’s intimate or not; just being alone, in bed, is enough for them.
x-posted to 1sentence and diexkaorulove