Press Play (A Series of Drabbles), Part 2/x
Title: Press Play (A Series of Drabbles)
Chapters: Part 2/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Drama, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Language, sex, death (in one of them)
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Tora/Hiroto
Synopsis: Because I like torturing myself, I did the drabble meme again, but this time with my new OTP. Oh, and my iTunes is EVIL. Seriously.
Parts: { 1 - Reita/Uruha }
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
GUANO APES - INNOCENT GREED
Hiroto smiled sadly as he watched Tora disappear into the glimmer that lit the busy streets. He could still remember the utter, sincere delight in Tora’s eyes when he agreed to go out with him. The warmth of the man’s embrace radiated all over his body. It flowed in his blood, through his veins.
Then it stopped at his heart.
How Tora could love someone like him, he didn’t understand. Tora deserved so much better. He deserved someone who wanted him, not just the bragging rights that came with owning him.
Breathing a sigh, Hiroto hoped Tora was strong enough to change him. Maybe Tora’s love would be deeper than his greed.
VIENNA TENG - ANTEBELLUM
Everyone remembered how oddly happy Tora and Hiroto were last spring. When summer came, they all found out why as the two announced that they were dating. By fall, both of them started talking about plans to live together.
Then winter arrived. That’s when sharp words were fired, threats were detonated, and fights painted the skies red.
Now Tora and Hiroto were at a truce. Only a few meters measured the expanse between the two guitarists, but everyone who stood in the middle of this distance knew it was much farther than that. But they had to do this for the band. For the ones who were wounded, caught in the crossfire.
Even though they would have given anything to have each other back again.
THE GAZETTE - NAKIGAHARA
Happiness swirled in Tora’s chest and found its way to his lips. The world was slowly fading away, and the voices around him were becoming more and more distant, their words more and more slurred. He couldn’t tell “hello” from “goodbye.”
Goodbye never seemed so sweet until now. Maybe it’s bitter only to the one being left, not to the one leaving. Perhaps Hiroto felt this way when he left. Perhaps.
Sayounara.
He smiled, feeling the forest of tubes and wires stuck to him no longer weighing him down.
Wait for me, Pon.
Inhale. Exhale. And the pain was gone.
THE CURE - BURN
You wrapped your arms around his sleeping figure. Smiling sadly, you watched him stay completely still, dreaming of things that may or may not have anything to do with you.
He couldn’t feel you, and you knew it. You moved closer to him, and you whispered things in his ear, pretending that he could hear you. You told him that if time decided to take you away, you wouldn’t object; he had to grow up and forget.
Big boys had no use for imaginary friends.
“Hiroto,” cried your whole non-existent being as you held him closer, hoping that he would at least always remember the feeling of being loved. You may not have been real, but your feelings for him were.
AIR - PLAYGROUND LOVE
Hiroto couldn’t help but laugh as he sank deeper into warm bath water. He still didn’t know exactly how he ended up on his kitchen table with Tora implanted between his legs. He could only remember seeing stars every time Tora pushed into him at that painfully perfect angle, and going momentarily blind as he came apart all over Tora and himself.
Before this, both of them were just children, running around in silly costumes with guitars slung on their shoulders. Both of them were horrible at holding their liquor, and evidently, at keeping their dicks in their pants.
Clearly, they weren’t kids anymore, but that didn’t worry Hiroto. If he and Tora were going to be adults together, growing up wasn’t such a bad idea.
LACUNA COIL - SELF DECEPTION
Sir Tora listened to the sound of drums, beating, beating. They weren’t the usual ones that signaled battle. Not the ones that accompanied the cries of his men as they charged for the heads of their enemies. For honor. For country.
These drums were different. They accompanied the moans of the prince writhing underneath him. Prince Hiroto’s cries of need, of desire, grew louder as the knight drove harder into the beautiful noble. Sir Tora’s battle cries fell soundless against the prince’s bare skin.
Oh, how he burned for this man, the heir to the enemy kingdom.
As the knight assaulted the prince’s lips with desperate kisses, he felt no guilt. To love Hiroto was treason against his country, but to refuse him was betrayal to himself.
HOWIE DAY - GHOST
I walked aimlessly on the corridor along my apartment bedroom. The air in the small space smelled like you - your cologne, your cigarettes, your sex. That’s how I could tell you were still here.
The walls whispered to me, reminding me of how you laughed when you held me against the wall and ripped my clothes off. Your lips, your teeth, your tongue, and your hands still razed my skin. Your slow, blissful movements inside me still scorched my very being.
I ended up in the kitchen, and I blinked the tears away at an empty room. For a second, I could have sworn that I saw your half-naked pin-up figure preparing coffee. You hated the stuff, but you always made it for me.
Before all of this happened. Before you had to go.
I miss you, Tora. Come back.
GARY GLITTER - DO YOU WANNA TOUCH (OH YEAH)
The plan was to return Hiroto’s guitar effect gadgets and go straight back home.
The plan wasn’t to kiss Hiroto and then lose it when the guy kissed back and touched him there. There were no plans to walk into the other guitarist’s bedroom. They weren’t supposed to take their clothes off. Tora made no such arrangements to get balls deep into Hiroto’s ass and fuck him hard against his headboard.
How he woke up naked with an equally unclothed Hiroto splayed on his chest was beyond him. But he merely smiled and went back to sleep, too lazy to pick his clothes up. His clothes looked better on Hiroto’s bedroom floor anyway.
RAMMSTEIN - TE QUIERO PUTA
With one hand thrown over his head to grip on the edge of the mattress, Hiroto tilted his head back at the quickened movements of Tora’s thrusts. His body shuddered against Tora’s as he coiled his legs around the other man’s waist. Every cell of his being burned with lust, and he felt himself melting around Tora’s cock.
“More. More. More. Please.”
Tora granted his request, and he gasped into the warm darkness. Tora’s lips latched onto his throat while the man’s cock attacked him hard and fast, hitting his insides with quick, explosive blows.
“Fuck, Hiroto. I want you.”
With every knock, Hiroto breathlessly shouted towards his ceiling, the heat of his contact with Tora robbing him of his voice.
“Please love me.”
NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER
Hiroto could hear everything. Hiroto could feel everything.
He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the pleading sounds that filled the air, whispering secrets against skin, confessing sins to the darkness. He heard the lewd, wet sounds his own body made as an enormous presence slid in and out of him. Static went through his chest at every thrust. Sparks went off under his skin at every kiss.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Opened his eyes, Hiroto did. And he saw everything.
He saw how he straddled Tora. And he saw how Tora gripped on his legs and spread them wide. He saw how the other man plunged his cock in and out of his clenching hole. Right in front of a damn mirror.
“So…beautiful…”
Hiroto never felt so defiled before.
He fucking loved it.
Chapters: Part 2/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Drama, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Language, sex, death (in one of them)
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Tora/Hiroto
Synopsis: Because I like torturing myself, I did the drabble meme again, but this time with my new OTP. Oh, and my iTunes is EVIL. Seriously.
Parts: { 1 - Reita/Uruha }
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
GUANO APES - INNOCENT GREED
Hiroto smiled sadly as he watched Tora disappear into the glimmer that lit the busy streets. He could still remember the utter, sincere delight in Tora’s eyes when he agreed to go out with him. The warmth of the man’s embrace radiated all over his body. It flowed in his blood, through his veins.
Then it stopped at his heart.
How Tora could love someone like him, he didn’t understand. Tora deserved so much better. He deserved someone who wanted him, not just the bragging rights that came with owning him.
Breathing a sigh, Hiroto hoped Tora was strong enough to change him. Maybe Tora’s love would be deeper than his greed.
VIENNA TENG - ANTEBELLUM
Everyone remembered how oddly happy Tora and Hiroto were last spring. When summer came, they all found out why as the two announced that they were dating. By fall, both of them started talking about plans to live together.
Then winter arrived. That’s when sharp words were fired, threats were detonated, and fights painted the skies red.
Now Tora and Hiroto were at a truce. Only a few meters measured the expanse between the two guitarists, but everyone who stood in the middle of this distance knew it was much farther than that. But they had to do this for the band. For the ones who were wounded, caught in the crossfire.
Even though they would have given anything to have each other back again.
THE GAZETTE - NAKIGAHARA
Happiness swirled in Tora’s chest and found its way to his lips. The world was slowly fading away, and the voices around him were becoming more and more distant, their words more and more slurred. He couldn’t tell “hello” from “goodbye.”
Goodbye never seemed so sweet until now. Maybe it’s bitter only to the one being left, not to the one leaving. Perhaps Hiroto felt this way when he left. Perhaps.
Sayounara.
He smiled, feeling the forest of tubes and wires stuck to him no longer weighing him down.
Wait for me, Pon.
Inhale. Exhale. And the pain was gone.
THE CURE - BURN
You wrapped your arms around his sleeping figure. Smiling sadly, you watched him stay completely still, dreaming of things that may or may not have anything to do with you.
He couldn’t feel you, and you knew it. You moved closer to him, and you whispered things in his ear, pretending that he could hear you. You told him that if time decided to take you away, you wouldn’t object; he had to grow up and forget.
Big boys had no use for imaginary friends.
“Hiroto,” cried your whole non-existent being as you held him closer, hoping that he would at least always remember the feeling of being loved. You may not have been real, but your feelings for him were.
AIR - PLAYGROUND LOVE
Hiroto couldn’t help but laugh as he sank deeper into warm bath water. He still didn’t know exactly how he ended up on his kitchen table with Tora implanted between his legs. He could only remember seeing stars every time Tora pushed into him at that painfully perfect angle, and going momentarily blind as he came apart all over Tora and himself.
Before this, both of them were just children, running around in silly costumes with guitars slung on their shoulders. Both of them were horrible at holding their liquor, and evidently, at keeping their dicks in their pants.
Clearly, they weren’t kids anymore, but that didn’t worry Hiroto. If he and Tora were going to be adults together, growing up wasn’t such a bad idea.
LACUNA COIL - SELF DECEPTION
Sir Tora listened to the sound of drums, beating, beating. They weren’t the usual ones that signaled battle. Not the ones that accompanied the cries of his men as they charged for the heads of their enemies. For honor. For country.
These drums were different. They accompanied the moans of the prince writhing underneath him. Prince Hiroto’s cries of need, of desire, grew louder as the knight drove harder into the beautiful noble. Sir Tora’s battle cries fell soundless against the prince’s bare skin.
Oh, how he burned for this man, the heir to the enemy kingdom.
As the knight assaulted the prince’s lips with desperate kisses, he felt no guilt. To love Hiroto was treason against his country, but to refuse him was betrayal to himself.
HOWIE DAY - GHOST
I walked aimlessly on the corridor along my apartment bedroom. The air in the small space smelled like you - your cologne, your cigarettes, your sex. That’s how I could tell you were still here.
The walls whispered to me, reminding me of how you laughed when you held me against the wall and ripped my clothes off. Your lips, your teeth, your tongue, and your hands still razed my skin. Your slow, blissful movements inside me still scorched my very being.
I ended up in the kitchen, and I blinked the tears away at an empty room. For a second, I could have sworn that I saw your half-naked pin-up figure preparing coffee. You hated the stuff, but you always made it for me.
Before all of this happened. Before you had to go.
I miss you, Tora. Come back.
GARY GLITTER - DO YOU WANNA TOUCH (OH YEAH)
The plan was to return Hiroto’s guitar effect gadgets and go straight back home.
The plan wasn’t to kiss Hiroto and then lose it when the guy kissed back and touched him there. There were no plans to walk into the other guitarist’s bedroom. They weren’t supposed to take their clothes off. Tora made no such arrangements to get balls deep into Hiroto’s ass and fuck him hard against his headboard.
How he woke up naked with an equally unclothed Hiroto splayed on his chest was beyond him. But he merely smiled and went back to sleep, too lazy to pick his clothes up. His clothes looked better on Hiroto’s bedroom floor anyway.
RAMMSTEIN - TE QUIERO PUTA
With one hand thrown over his head to grip on the edge of the mattress, Hiroto tilted his head back at the quickened movements of Tora’s thrusts. His body shuddered against Tora’s as he coiled his legs around the other man’s waist. Every cell of his being burned with lust, and he felt himself melting around Tora’s cock.
“More. More. More. Please.”
Tora granted his request, and he gasped into the warm darkness. Tora’s lips latched onto his throat while the man’s cock attacked him hard and fast, hitting his insides with quick, explosive blows.
“Fuck, Hiroto. I want you.”
With every knock, Hiroto breathlessly shouted towards his ceiling, the heat of his contact with Tora robbing him of his voice.
“Please love me.”
NINE INCH NAILS - CLOSER
Hiroto could hear everything. Hiroto could feel everything.
He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the pleading sounds that filled the air, whispering secrets against skin, confessing sins to the darkness. He heard the lewd, wet sounds his own body made as an enormous presence slid in and out of him. Static went through his chest at every thrust. Sparks went off under his skin at every kiss.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Opened his eyes, Hiroto did. And he saw everything.
He saw how he straddled Tora. And he saw how Tora gripped on his legs and spread them wide. He saw how the other man plunged his cock in and out of his clenching hole. Right in front of a damn mirror.
“So…beautiful…”
Hiroto never felt so defiled before.
He fucking loved it.