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Title: Untitled [6/?]
Author:
hydesfangirl27
Theme: #24 Hate
Rating: PG-13ish for now..
Pairing : Ruka X Sakito [Nightmare]
Disclaimer: I don't own any member of Nightmare, nor is any of this true. Blah blah blah..
Comments: Sakito ish so hawt. His belleh ish seckseh. I'm really sick of this fic >_> Next part will most likely be hawt man secks.
I'll do my best to have the next part up tomorrow.
Part 6 HATE
I shuffled through the magazines spread out on the coffee table in front of me, shaking my head as I tossed all of the porn to the side. Does this man do nothing but play with himself all day? What surprised me the most was that a lot of it featured guys. I laughed to myself and picked one up flipping through some of the pages.
“Curious?” I jumped a little at the amused voice and smiled at the drummer in the doorway waving the magazine in the air a little before throwing it back onto the table.
“Care to explain why you have so many gay magazines?” I raised an eyebrow to the chuckling blonde.
“No, not really..”
I just laughed and picked up a music magazine featuring Nightmare not really listening to Ruka informing me of wherever he’s going out to. Something about milk possibly. Who knows. The door clicked and the apartment went silent other than the pages of the magazine.
Stopping on the full-page spread of myself and my band mates, my smile vanished completely and I found myself actually glaring at my own photo, hating the way I was flaunting myself for once. The rest of the guys are so beautiful, and Ruka. He’s just so damn sexy. It’s not fair, why am I so ugly? Flaunting my flub for the world to see thinking it’s hot. I grabbed a pen so conveniently placed on the floor next to me and started scratching myself out from the photo. Dark, black scribble and it looked so much better this way.
Satisfied, I threw the magazine back on the table and sat back crossing my arms across my chest. My stomach gurgled and I felt it digesting, not sounding too happy. I got up and walked over to the bathroom door, staring at the toilet. I clutched onto my stomach with one hand and leant against the door frame. He’ll never know...
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The front door opened and the rustle of bags and keys being thrown onto the couch echoed through the quiet apartment. The blonde haired man went to the kitchen to put the bags down and called out for the man he was taking care of. Not being answered, he walked through the apartment and saw the bedroom door open a crack. He opened it slowly, light casting over the frail man shivering in his sleep on top of the covers.
Ruka frowned and went out to get his blanket form the couch. Draping it over the man he smiled lovingly down at him before kissing the top of his head and leaving him to rest for the night.
The drummer plopped down onto the couch and looked to the clock on the wall which read 12:45 he sighed and rubbed his hands down his face. He really should get some rest if he planned on getting any work done tomorrow. Sakito had already said he was canceling the practice scheduled for tomorrow, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t expected to get something done.
His brows furrowed when he caught sight of the magazine on the floor opened to their spread. He grabbed it and stared at it with disbelief. There were black lines and rips over the beautiful guitarist in the other room.
“Why would he..?” Ruka tried making sense of it. Did the guitarist really hate himself that much? He felt such sorrow for the guitarist, for he can’t see what a beautiful creature he really is. He really isn’t aware of how much he’s hurting himself. Ruka rolled the magazine up and walked to the kitchen, placing it on the counter. He’d definitely need to have quite a talk with him tomorrow. This is going to be much harder then he thought it would be.
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Quiet sobs filled the waking drummer’s ears and he fumbled around on the couch before sitting up. Listening closer, he heard someone…crying? He tried his best to make out the numbers on the clock, which seemed to be 3 something. Realizing that it must be the guitarist crying in the next room, he felt his stomach drop a little and he hurried to his bedroom.
“Sakito…? Saki, what’s wrong?” The drummer knelt beside the man who was curled in a ball towards one side of the bed. He got no answer, just more sobs and he reached out for the guitarist. Sakito almost instantly clung to the drummer, wrapping his arms around his neck as he climbed up next to him. Ruka soothingly stroked the guitarist’s almost sweaty hair as he cried onto his bare chest.
“Ru-Ruka…I’m. so-rry…..! “ The guitarist cried out grasping the broad shoulders harder. Ruka started re-assuring the frail man in his arms that it was okay, and he shouldn’t be sorry but was cut short by the man’s shaky cries.
“No! Stop it! Don’t….don’t tell me that. I’ve caused you….you s-so many…please. Ruka…don’t hate me~!”
“Sakito. Don’t you ever think that, Sakito. I could never hate you.” Ruka kissed the top of his head and pulled the guitarist back, wiping his tears away.
Sakito calmed down eventually and found him self snuggling under the covers with his drummer, nuzzling his face against the bare chest he was pressed against. He sighed contently, focusing on the gentle hand stroking his back as he drifted off to sleep.
Author:
hydesfangirl27
Theme: #24 Hate
Rating: PG-13ish for now..
Pairing : Ruka X Sakito [Nightmare]
Disclaimer: I don't own any member of Nightmare, nor is any of this true. Blah blah blah..
Comments: Sakito ish so hawt. His belleh ish seckseh. I'm really sick of this fic >_> Next part will most likely be hawt man secks.
I'll do my best to have the next part up tomorrow.
Part 6 HATE
I shuffled through the magazines spread out on the coffee table in front of me, shaking my head as I tossed all of the porn to the side. Does this man do nothing but play with himself all day? What surprised me the most was that a lot of it featured guys. I laughed to myself and picked one up flipping through some of the pages.
“Curious?” I jumped a little at the amused voice and smiled at the drummer in the doorway waving the magazine in the air a little before throwing it back onto the table.
“Care to explain why you have so many gay magazines?” I raised an eyebrow to the chuckling blonde.
“No, not really..”
I just laughed and picked up a music magazine featuring Nightmare not really listening to Ruka informing me of wherever he’s going out to. Something about milk possibly. Who knows. The door clicked and the apartment went silent other than the pages of the magazine.
Stopping on the full-page spread of myself and my band mates, my smile vanished completely and I found myself actually glaring at my own photo, hating the way I was flaunting myself for once. The rest of the guys are so beautiful, and Ruka. He’s just so damn sexy. It’s not fair, why am I so ugly? Flaunting my flub for the world to see thinking it’s hot. I grabbed a pen so conveniently placed on the floor next to me and started scratching myself out from the photo. Dark, black scribble and it looked so much better this way.
Satisfied, I threw the magazine back on the table and sat back crossing my arms across my chest. My stomach gurgled and I felt it digesting, not sounding too happy. I got up and walked over to the bathroom door, staring at the toilet. I clutched onto my stomach with one hand and leant against the door frame. He’ll never know...
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The front door opened and the rustle of bags and keys being thrown onto the couch echoed through the quiet apartment. The blonde haired man went to the kitchen to put the bags down and called out for the man he was taking care of. Not being answered, he walked through the apartment and saw the bedroom door open a crack. He opened it slowly, light casting over the frail man shivering in his sleep on top of the covers.
Ruka frowned and went out to get his blanket form the couch. Draping it over the man he smiled lovingly down at him before kissing the top of his head and leaving him to rest for the night.
The drummer plopped down onto the couch and looked to the clock on the wall which read 12:45 he sighed and rubbed his hands down his face. He really should get some rest if he planned on getting any work done tomorrow. Sakito had already said he was canceling the practice scheduled for tomorrow, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t expected to get something done.
His brows furrowed when he caught sight of the magazine on the floor opened to their spread. He grabbed it and stared at it with disbelief. There were black lines and rips over the beautiful guitarist in the other room.
“Why would he..?” Ruka tried making sense of it. Did the guitarist really hate himself that much? He felt such sorrow for the guitarist, for he can’t see what a beautiful creature he really is. He really isn’t aware of how much he’s hurting himself. Ruka rolled the magazine up and walked to the kitchen, placing it on the counter. He’d definitely need to have quite a talk with him tomorrow. This is going to be much harder then he thought it would be.
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Quiet sobs filled the waking drummer’s ears and he fumbled around on the couch before sitting up. Listening closer, he heard someone…crying? He tried his best to make out the numbers on the clock, which seemed to be 3 something. Realizing that it must be the guitarist crying in the next room, he felt his stomach drop a little and he hurried to his bedroom.
“Sakito…? Saki, what’s wrong?” The drummer knelt beside the man who was curled in a ball towards one side of the bed. He got no answer, just more sobs and he reached out for the guitarist. Sakito almost instantly clung to the drummer, wrapping his arms around his neck as he climbed up next to him. Ruka soothingly stroked the guitarist’s almost sweaty hair as he cried onto his bare chest.
“Ru-Ruka…I’m. so-rry…..! “ The guitarist cried out grasping the broad shoulders harder. Ruka started re-assuring the frail man in his arms that it was okay, and he shouldn’t be sorry but was cut short by the man’s shaky cries.
“No! Stop it! Don’t….don’t tell me that. I’ve caused you….you s-so many…please. Ruka…don’t hate me~!”
“Sakito. Don’t you ever think that, Sakito. I could never hate you.” Ruka kissed the top of his head and pulled the guitarist back, wiping his tears away.
Sakito calmed down eventually and found him self snuggling under the covers with his drummer, nuzzling his face against the bare chest he was pressed against. He sighed contently, focusing on the gentle hand stroking his back as he drifted off to sleep.