Kinki drabbles
Just two Kinki Kids/other drabbles. IDEK, kay?
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. =)
Drabble One:
Love in Pairs Kinki Kids/Gackt
Note: Just a sappy little story. not rated.
Love could only come in pairs, Koichi wasn’t going to be foolish enough to believe otherwise. Hearts weren’t something that could be shared, something that could be split into several pieces and handed around. Only one person could have it, no matter how badly it was handled before. Koichi was the realistic one of the three, the one who was always expecting the sudden cut to two. He wondered if the other two ever even considered their future.
His grip on the steel fence in front of him tightened as he looked down at the street below. The colors from the car lights reminded him of fireflies floating in the air. Only two people could sit in the front of a car. Now he was getting pathetic.
Who managed to drag him up onto the roof of the studio anyways? It had to be Tsuyoshi, he was always the instigator of these random outings, pulling a reluctant Koichi along with him. Koichi slowly turned away from the scenery thirty floors below and looked at the two men sitting on the cold cement in front of him.
The sight might have been comical for anyone who didn’t know the two. Tsuyoshi was wearing one of his favorite outfits (Koichi was slightly proud of himself for knowing that the outfit was his favorite) consisting of a baggy, purple tunic and a black bandana. Yet the other half of his duo had the confidence of a man wearing a tuxedo. He was currently lying on his back and staring at the stars above. He could have been thinking about anything like how much he tipped the taxi driver earlier that day to chords for a new song. Koichi didn’t have a clue what was running through him head, but could anyone figure it out?
And then there was Gackt, another man of mystery. Gackt was such a curious man. Always interested in knowing the unknown. Perhaps that’s what drew Tsuyoshi to him so much. He was intrigued by mystery as well. His palms rested on the cement below and his legs were stretched out in front of him. He could have been sleeping for all Koichi knew, the other man’s eyes covered by sunglasses as he just looked straight ahead of him. Koichi didn’t have the heart to tease him about wearing those at night, not when he was in this kind of mood. “Sit with us,” he ordered in his deep voice.
A voice in the back of his head was whining about being bossed around, but Koichi ignored it as he sat between the two. He crossed his legs and began to trace patterns against the floor beneath him, uncomfortable in the silence that was forcing him into his thoughts. A bitter taste formed in the back of his throat and Koichi had no idea why he was so upset.
What if they left him? What if one of them were left?
His fingers brushed against Gackt’s and the other man gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to the dark sky above. They were lulled into a sense of calmness by Tsuyoshi’s humming against the breeze. Maybe it could always be the three of them. Maybe no one needed to be casted away to make things work. Maybe they could be the same and different trio forever. Koichi was the realistic one, but he would allow himself to dream this one time.
Drabble Two:
Blue Skates Kokubun Taichi/Domoto Tsuyoshi
Note: AU- They met at a discotheque. (What happens when you watch fantastipo too much.)
Warning: drug usage, tacky cloths, and bathroom sex
Tsuyoshi blinked against the strobing lights that beamed down onto the dance floor he was being dragged off of. He wasn’t looking at the figure that had his hand clasped tightly, rather at the people that surrounded them. Their brightly colored leisure suits and rhinestone covered outfits were drenched with sweat as they continued swaying and moving along with the cheerful music blaring throughout the discotheque.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” a sweet and playful voice whispered into his ear. His mind just couldn’t focus. Tsuyoshi just stared at the disco ball hanging above them, the lights reflecting onto the dancers and walls.
So he just nodded, brushing his dark hair behind his ear.
“You’re cute. I can already see the stars in your eyes,” the voice continued, finally pulling Tsuyoshi into an equally crowded bathroom. It was just as loud and hot in their as well, except instead of American disco music the room was filled with moans and sounds resembling snorting.
“What am I doing in here?” he asked, finally turning to the figure holding his hand tightly. He was very cute in his outrageous outfit. He wore a tight red t-shirt with a picture of an obscure musician printed on it. His white shorts were just as tight and really didn’t leave much to the imagination, causing Tsuyoshi to smile at the other man’s courage. However, the best part of the outfit were the baby-blue roller-skates with rainbow stickers plastered on. Tsuyoshi knew a thing or two about eccentric clothing, looking down at his floral silk top and bellbottoms.
It was the other’s face that he couldn’t take his gaze away from though. He had such a kind face, filled with such innocence that didn’t fit in this club filled with blinding lights and white powder. “Well, we were dancing and some of the things you were doing were a bit too... inappropriate for the public.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered unapologetically, his attention on the giggling pair of men beside them, who hastily locked themselves into an empty bathroom stall.
“Don’t be,” the other waved his hand before resting it on Tsuyoshi’s cheek gently. “I took you back here so we could finish this in private.”
Tsuyoshi gulped but nodded, his own pressed against the other man’s chest. Did he even know his name? Before he even had a chance to ask he was pulled once again, this time into the empty stall against the wall. His back pressed against the cool tiles, and he was thankful because he felt as though he was on fire.
Lips fused onto his neck and Tsuyoshi gasped at the playful nipping. His hands automatically rested on the other’s back, pulling him close so their bodies were completely fused. They both made small hissing noises when their erections brushed against each other. “Call me Taichi and fuck me,” he whispered hotly against his neck.
Tsuyoshi shuddered and his hips involuntarily pushed forward. A pair of hands began to work on his zipper and hastily tugged down his pants along with his underwear. His head shot up when he heard a soft chuckle.
“No one wears underwear here,” Taichi winked, before slowly sliding down onto his knees. With a small smile, he leaned to kiss the head of Tsuyoshi’s cock. Enjoying the little noises in the back of Tsuyoshi’s throat, Taichi opened his mouth wider.
Tsuyoshi groaned as he watched his cock disappear into the other’s mouth, and became even louder as Taichi’s muffled chuckle sent vibrations over his sensitive skin. He closed his eyes, knowing that if watched Taichi’s bobbing head he wouldn’t last. “Get up,” he gasped.
Taichi pulled away reluctantly before looking up expectantly. “It’s hard standing up on these skates.”
Tsuyoshi’s eyes snapped open and his knelt down slightly. Grabbing onto Taichi’s hips, he quickly pulled him up and tugged his shorts. Of course, the other man wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. “Hold on.”
He watched slightly impatiently as the roller skating dancer grabbed a condom out of his shorts clumsily. Where it came from boggled Tsuyoshi, but he wasn’t going to think too hard about it. Instead he watched as Taichi hurriedly put it over his erection. He tried hard not to come at the contact.
“You’re not going to make me do all the work are you?” Taichi tilted his head before grabbing the other’s wrist and placing it onto his stomach. Tsuyoshi took the hint and let his hand drift lower. Allowing his finger to drift over the other’s cock, he decided he loved the little whimpers coming from Taichi. He still had to muffle them with his free hand, placing two fingers into Taichi’s mouth and watching in awe as he sucked them. Tsuyoshi was ready to fucking explode.
He had to be quick, so he quickly slid his finger into Taichi. The music blaring in the speakers may have been filled with electric guitars and the thumping bass but all he could hear was a symphony of moans and sighs.
“Do it now,” Taichi hissed after a second was added. The other didn’t even get a chance to agree because he was already climbing onto him. He wrapped his legs around his waist and leaned back onto the opposite wall, one arm around Tsuyoshi’s shoulders for leverage. Licking his palm, he hastily grabbed onto Tsuyoshi’s cock and impaled himself onto it.
Tsuyoshi stumbled slightly, before gripping onto the other’s hips tightly and attempted to not drop him. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in the club he was beginning to like for letting the guy he was about to fuck fall on his ass. He took deep breaths as he watched the man he was holding onto get adjusted.
Then it only took a nod.
With one hand on Taichi’s lower back and the other resting on the steel wall across from him he began to thrust harshly. All he could think about was the heat. The humid room, the compacted club and Taichi tightening around him.
He tried to ignore the wheels of the skates that were digging into the back of his legs, only focusing on the sounds of panting in his ear or the hands buried in his hair. Even though Taichi was resting his back against the opposite wall it was still a struggle to not collapse.
“I’m so close,” Taichi gasped, holding tightly onto the other man for support before he threw his head back and moaned loudly. Tsuyoshi leaned forward to bite his bare neck, thrusting roughly several more times before following. It took all his strength to not lose his balance and become a heap on the dirty bathroom floor beneath them. Instead he waited for the other man to lift himself up and stand once more in front of him and adjusted his pants while Taichi did the same.
“That was-”
“You better come back tomorrow night. Remember, no underpants,” Taichi ran his thumb over the other’s lips before he skated out of the wall and back onto the glowing dance floor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. =)
Drabble One:
Love in Pairs Kinki Kids/Gackt
Note: Just a sappy little story. not rated.
Love could only come in pairs, Koichi wasn’t going to be foolish enough to believe otherwise. Hearts weren’t something that could be shared, something that could be split into several pieces and handed around. Only one person could have it, no matter how badly it was handled before. Koichi was the realistic one of the three, the one who was always expecting the sudden cut to two. He wondered if the other two ever even considered their future.
His grip on the steel fence in front of him tightened as he looked down at the street below. The colors from the car lights reminded him of fireflies floating in the air. Only two people could sit in the front of a car. Now he was getting pathetic.
Who managed to drag him up onto the roof of the studio anyways? It had to be Tsuyoshi, he was always the instigator of these random outings, pulling a reluctant Koichi along with him. Koichi slowly turned away from the scenery thirty floors below and looked at the two men sitting on the cold cement in front of him.
The sight might have been comical for anyone who didn’t know the two. Tsuyoshi was wearing one of his favorite outfits (Koichi was slightly proud of himself for knowing that the outfit was his favorite) consisting of a baggy, purple tunic and a black bandana. Yet the other half of his duo had the confidence of a man wearing a tuxedo. He was currently lying on his back and staring at the stars above. He could have been thinking about anything like how much he tipped the taxi driver earlier that day to chords for a new song. Koichi didn’t have a clue what was running through him head, but could anyone figure it out?
And then there was Gackt, another man of mystery. Gackt was such a curious man. Always interested in knowing the unknown. Perhaps that’s what drew Tsuyoshi to him so much. He was intrigued by mystery as well. His palms rested on the cement below and his legs were stretched out in front of him. He could have been sleeping for all Koichi knew, the other man’s eyes covered by sunglasses as he just looked straight ahead of him. Koichi didn’t have the heart to tease him about wearing those at night, not when he was in this kind of mood. “Sit with us,” he ordered in his deep voice.
A voice in the back of his head was whining about being bossed around, but Koichi ignored it as he sat between the two. He crossed his legs and began to trace patterns against the floor beneath him, uncomfortable in the silence that was forcing him into his thoughts. A bitter taste formed in the back of his throat and Koichi had no idea why he was so upset.
What if they left him? What if one of them were left?
His fingers brushed against Gackt’s and the other man gave him a small smile before turning his attention back to the dark sky above. They were lulled into a sense of calmness by Tsuyoshi’s humming against the breeze. Maybe it could always be the three of them. Maybe no one needed to be casted away to make things work. Maybe they could be the same and different trio forever. Koichi was the realistic one, but he would allow himself to dream this one time.
Drabble Two:
Blue Skates Kokubun Taichi/Domoto Tsuyoshi
Note: AU- They met at a discotheque. (What happens when you watch fantastipo too much.)
Warning: drug usage, tacky cloths, and bathroom sex
Tsuyoshi blinked against the strobing lights that beamed down onto the dance floor he was being dragged off of. He wasn’t looking at the figure that had his hand clasped tightly, rather at the people that surrounded them. Their brightly colored leisure suits and rhinestone covered outfits were drenched with sweat as they continued swaying and moving along with the cheerful music blaring throughout the discotheque.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” a sweet and playful voice whispered into his ear. His mind just couldn’t focus. Tsuyoshi just stared at the disco ball hanging above them, the lights reflecting onto the dancers and walls.
So he just nodded, brushing his dark hair behind his ear.
“You’re cute. I can already see the stars in your eyes,” the voice continued, finally pulling Tsuyoshi into an equally crowded bathroom. It was just as loud and hot in their as well, except instead of American disco music the room was filled with moans and sounds resembling snorting.
“What am I doing in here?” he asked, finally turning to the figure holding his hand tightly. He was very cute in his outrageous outfit. He wore a tight red t-shirt with a picture of an obscure musician printed on it. His white shorts were just as tight and really didn’t leave much to the imagination, causing Tsuyoshi to smile at the other man’s courage. However, the best part of the outfit were the baby-blue roller-skates with rainbow stickers plastered on. Tsuyoshi knew a thing or two about eccentric clothing, looking down at his floral silk top and bellbottoms.
It was the other’s face that he couldn’t take his gaze away from though. He had such a kind face, filled with such innocence that didn’t fit in this club filled with blinding lights and white powder. “Well, we were dancing and some of the things you were doing were a bit too... inappropriate for the public.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered unapologetically, his attention on the giggling pair of men beside them, who hastily locked themselves into an empty bathroom stall.
“Don’t be,” the other waved his hand before resting it on Tsuyoshi’s cheek gently. “I took you back here so we could finish this in private.”
Tsuyoshi gulped but nodded, his own pressed against the other man’s chest. Did he even know his name? Before he even had a chance to ask he was pulled once again, this time into the empty stall against the wall. His back pressed against the cool tiles, and he was thankful because he felt as though he was on fire.
Lips fused onto his neck and Tsuyoshi gasped at the playful nipping. His hands automatically rested on the other’s back, pulling him close so their bodies were completely fused. They both made small hissing noises when their erections brushed against each other. “Call me Taichi and fuck me,” he whispered hotly against his neck.
Tsuyoshi shuddered and his hips involuntarily pushed forward. A pair of hands began to work on his zipper and hastily tugged down his pants along with his underwear. His head shot up when he heard a soft chuckle.
“No one wears underwear here,” Taichi winked, before slowly sliding down onto his knees. With a small smile, he leaned to kiss the head of Tsuyoshi’s cock. Enjoying the little noises in the back of Tsuyoshi’s throat, Taichi opened his mouth wider.
Tsuyoshi groaned as he watched his cock disappear into the other’s mouth, and became even louder as Taichi’s muffled chuckle sent vibrations over his sensitive skin. He closed his eyes, knowing that if watched Taichi’s bobbing head he wouldn’t last. “Get up,” he gasped.
Taichi pulled away reluctantly before looking up expectantly. “It’s hard standing up on these skates.”
Tsuyoshi’s eyes snapped open and his knelt down slightly. Grabbing onto Taichi’s hips, he quickly pulled him up and tugged his shorts. Of course, the other man wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. “Hold on.”
He watched slightly impatiently as the roller skating dancer grabbed a condom out of his shorts clumsily. Where it came from boggled Tsuyoshi, but he wasn’t going to think too hard about it. Instead he watched as Taichi hurriedly put it over his erection. He tried hard not to come at the contact.
“You’re not going to make me do all the work are you?” Taichi tilted his head before grabbing the other’s wrist and placing it onto his stomach. Tsuyoshi took the hint and let his hand drift lower. Allowing his finger to drift over the other’s cock, he decided he loved the little whimpers coming from Taichi. He still had to muffle them with his free hand, placing two fingers into Taichi’s mouth and watching in awe as he sucked them. Tsuyoshi was ready to fucking explode.
He had to be quick, so he quickly slid his finger into Taichi. The music blaring in the speakers may have been filled with electric guitars and the thumping bass but all he could hear was a symphony of moans and sighs.
“Do it now,” Taichi hissed after a second was added. The other didn’t even get a chance to agree because he was already climbing onto him. He wrapped his legs around his waist and leaned back onto the opposite wall, one arm around Tsuyoshi’s shoulders for leverage. Licking his palm, he hastily grabbed onto Tsuyoshi’s cock and impaled himself onto it.
Tsuyoshi stumbled slightly, before gripping onto the other’s hips tightly and attempted to not drop him. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in the club he was beginning to like for letting the guy he was about to fuck fall on his ass. He took deep breaths as he watched the man he was holding onto get adjusted.
Then it only took a nod.
With one hand on Taichi’s lower back and the other resting on the steel wall across from him he began to thrust harshly. All he could think about was the heat. The humid room, the compacted club and Taichi tightening around him.
He tried to ignore the wheels of the skates that were digging into the back of his legs, only focusing on the sounds of panting in his ear or the hands buried in his hair. Even though Taichi was resting his back against the opposite wall it was still a struggle to not collapse.
“I’m so close,” Taichi gasped, holding tightly onto the other man for support before he threw his head back and moaned loudly. Tsuyoshi leaned forward to bite his bare neck, thrusting roughly several more times before following. It took all his strength to not lose his balance and become a heap on the dirty bathroom floor beneath them. Instead he waited for the other man to lift himself up and stand once more in front of him and adjusted his pants while Taichi did the same.
“That was-”
“You better come back tomorrow night. Remember, no underpants,” Taichi ran his thumb over the other’s lips before he skated out of the wall and back onto the glowing dance floor.