[FIC] - Dawned - Several Pairings - PG-13 - Series
Title: Dawned
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, humor, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D:
Rainchaser's Archive
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☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
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There he was again, dressed in a thick fur coat, his blond hair perfectly styled, hands gloved in satin holding up a key. "You know what this is?"
"A key?" Yooh said, his legs pulled up against his chest in his cell.
"Yes. It'll be in your belongings when you leave this place in about an hour. A cab will be waiting for you, driving you to my place." He put his back into a pocket on the inside of his coat. "Listen, when I come home this night, you'll be waiting for me, properly dressed, my apartment still looking clean and dinner will be set up, understood?" Byou explained, his look stern.
"You want me to cook?" Yooh looked nervous. He couldn't cook, he'd ruin boiled water.
"Of course not. You'll order in. I gave Ryota money to pay the delivery boy." He bend a little lower, his brows creasing. "If you touch that money I'll kick you out again."
"Why are you doing this for me?" The locked up man sniffed.
"Oh if I knew." Byou growled and turned away. "I'll see you later. And don't you dare bringing some cheap fuck home ever again."
- - -
"Morning mom, morning dad!" Haru piped as he rushed through the kitchen, packing drink and bento box into his school bag.
"Are you running late, sweetheart?" Mao asked, watching the little zig-zag his son skipped so he wouldn't bump into Kai.
"I hope not!" The light brown haired boy said, smiling brightly, his soon-to-be-deep-dimple showing off.
"How long will it take until he finds out that-"
"MOM! Have you seen my pants anywhere?"
"-that he's still wearing his pajama bottoms." Kai snickered.
"I'll go help him search." Mao said calmly, placing a peck on Kai's cheek as he sauntered out of the kitchen.
"You lost your pants?" The vocal asked, leaning against the door frame as he watched Haru toss and shuffle his clothes.
"I didn't lose them, I just don't know where I put them." He said, holding up a pair of jeans. No, not the uniform pants.
"How about looking on top of the heap of clothes you left in the bathroom?" Mao said, still completely at ease.
Haru stood straight upward in an instant. "Right! Cause I went to shower when I came home." He sprinted past his mother. "I love you, mom!"
- - -
"You look worried, Shou." Saga said with his brows creased, wrapping his arms around the tall vocalist's waist.
Shou closed the washing machine, his hand lingering over the buttons as his mind buzzed with thoughts.
"Chiaki's pajamas were in the hamper this morning." His fingers settled for pressing the start button, the water instantly rushing noisily through the pipe.
"And?" The bassist placed his chin on Shou's shoulder.
"There were white stains all over it." The vocalist turned his head to the side, his nose nudging the bassist's cheek.
Saga tightened his hold. "Well... Masayuki was with him last night."
Shou nodded. "I know."
"The whole weekend, actually."
Another nod. "I know." A deep sigh.
They stayed silent for a moment. The laundry started to toss and turn, getting foamed. Washing away the stains. Cleaning Chiaki's baby blue pajamas. Shou entwined his fingers with Saga's on his belly, looking for hold after the unsettling thought that his little boy is not so little anymore.
"He's growing up."
- - -
As Kazue stepped into the kitchen, she saw two grown man giggling like idiots. Her little brother was watching them with a wide smile while he munched his sugary cereals.
"What's so funny?" She asked, sitting down at the table next to Yuudai, pouring herself a bowl of chocolate stars with vanilla milk.
"Your Uncle Pon is bored." Tora pressed out between laughter, taking off his glasses to wipe his eyes.
"Because Uruha fell asleep an hour ago." Nao giggled, high pitched.
"It's 7AM, dad." Kazue raised a brow.
"And Pon had four Red Bulls last night." Tora explained, tumbling into another roar of laughter as his phone announced another text message.
"He's spamming us with texts, more exclamation marks than letters." He took the phone from Tora and read the message himself.
"Oh no, he didn't!" He snorted, his face red and eyes squished.
"He did! I believe every word he just wrote!" Tora tried to sip some of his coffee, without any success. Laughing too hard.
"What did Uncle Pon do?" Kazue asked, readjusting her frames.
"He bought an apple tree and is digging a hole for it in his garden right now."
"What kind of apple?" Their daughter asked, ignoring her mouthful.
"Oi! Ask him! Ask him!" Nao piped, grinning wider and wider.
Tora typed down the question and send it. While they waited, he and Nao tried to drink some coffee, fits of giggling interrupting them every few seconds.
FUJI APPLE!!!!
ALL BIG AND ROUND AND FLESHY!!!
CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE JUICE DRIP
FROM URUHA'S CHIN DOWN ON HIS BARE
SEXY THIGHS!!!!!!
GZUFSTWQS NEED SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The tall guitarist dropped onto the counter, his body shaking. Nao flopped himself on Tora's back, his tears of mirth soaking the shirt.
"Somehow he's so cute like that."
- - -
Chiaki could feel the difference in the way Masayuki held his hand as they walked into their empty classroom. His heart refused to get back to its calm beat. His thump caressed the back of the very hand that had touched him last night. Not the sweet pets and holds he was used to, but a real touch, leaving this little hot and bothering glim in his mind, making him bite his bottom lip as he ached for feeling it again.
He could taste the difference on his tongue as they kissed, chaste and sweet, almost shy in contrast to what they did the previous night. He couldn't get his mind off of it. His arms wound around Masayuki's shoulders, pulling him closer as he deepened their kiss, closing his eyes.
A hand on his chest pushed him apart from the brunette's lips. "Shh, it's okay." Masayuki cooed against his ear. "Not here." His thump stroked a cheekbone.
"Sorry." The blond mumbled.
"You don't need to be." Masayuki whispered albeit no one else was occupying the room. "Remember I'll take you out today?"
Chiaki smiled and rested his forehead on the other boy's shoulder. "Italian?"
"Whatever you wish for." His fingers combed through the bleach-softened strands.
"I just want to be with you."
Something was different. It scared them, but why did it feel so good all the same?
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Yes, shamelessly abusing a story of my mom for this 8D ANd it's short too, wtf, I suck D:
RYOTA (亮太): Japanese name meaning "stout, strong."
And thanks to Lhunuial for beta-ing, my head is again busy-buzzy with headache.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, humor, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D:
Rainchaser's Archive
_______________________________________________________________
☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
_______________________________________________________________
There he was again, dressed in a thick fur coat, his blond hair perfectly styled, hands gloved in satin holding up a key. "You know what this is?"
"A key?" Yooh said, his legs pulled up against his chest in his cell.
"Yes. It'll be in your belongings when you leave this place in about an hour. A cab will be waiting for you, driving you to my place." He put his back into a pocket on the inside of his coat. "Listen, when I come home this night, you'll be waiting for me, properly dressed, my apartment still looking clean and dinner will be set up, understood?" Byou explained, his look stern.
"You want me to cook?" Yooh looked nervous. He couldn't cook, he'd ruin boiled water.
"Of course not. You'll order in. I gave Ryota money to pay the delivery boy." He bend a little lower, his brows creasing. "If you touch that money I'll kick you out again."
"Why are you doing this for me?" The locked up man sniffed.
"Oh if I knew." Byou growled and turned away. "I'll see you later. And don't you dare bringing some cheap fuck home ever again."
- - -
"Morning mom, morning dad!" Haru piped as he rushed through the kitchen, packing drink and bento box into his school bag.
"Are you running late, sweetheart?" Mao asked, watching the little zig-zag his son skipped so he wouldn't bump into Kai.
"I hope not!" The light brown haired boy said, smiling brightly, his soon-to-be-deep-dimple showing off.
"How long will it take until he finds out that-"
"MOM! Have you seen my pants anywhere?"
"-that he's still wearing his pajama bottoms." Kai snickered.
"I'll go help him search." Mao said calmly, placing a peck on Kai's cheek as he sauntered out of the kitchen.
"You lost your pants?" The vocal asked, leaning against the door frame as he watched Haru toss and shuffle his clothes.
"I didn't lose them, I just don't know where I put them." He said, holding up a pair of jeans. No, not the uniform pants.
"How about looking on top of the heap of clothes you left in the bathroom?" Mao said, still completely at ease.
Haru stood straight upward in an instant. "Right! Cause I went to shower when I came home." He sprinted past his mother. "I love you, mom!"
- - -
"You look worried, Shou." Saga said with his brows creased, wrapping his arms around the tall vocalist's waist.
Shou closed the washing machine, his hand lingering over the buttons as his mind buzzed with thoughts.
"Chiaki's pajamas were in the hamper this morning." His fingers settled for pressing the start button, the water instantly rushing noisily through the pipe.
"And?" The bassist placed his chin on Shou's shoulder.
"There were white stains all over it." The vocalist turned his head to the side, his nose nudging the bassist's cheek.
Saga tightened his hold. "Well... Masayuki was with him last night."
Shou nodded. "I know."
"The whole weekend, actually."
Another nod. "I know." A deep sigh.
They stayed silent for a moment. The laundry started to toss and turn, getting foamed. Washing away the stains. Cleaning Chiaki's baby blue pajamas. Shou entwined his fingers with Saga's on his belly, looking for hold after the unsettling thought that his little boy is not so little anymore.
"He's growing up."
- - -
As Kazue stepped into the kitchen, she saw two grown man giggling like idiots. Her little brother was watching them with a wide smile while he munched his sugary cereals.
"What's so funny?" She asked, sitting down at the table next to Yuudai, pouring herself a bowl of chocolate stars with vanilla milk.
"Your Uncle Pon is bored." Tora pressed out between laughter, taking off his glasses to wipe his eyes.
"Because Uruha fell asleep an hour ago." Nao giggled, high pitched.
"It's 7AM, dad." Kazue raised a brow.
"And Pon had four Red Bulls last night." Tora explained, tumbling into another roar of laughter as his phone announced another text message.
"He's spamming us with texts, more exclamation marks than letters." He took the phone from Tora and read the message himself.
"Oh no, he didn't!" He snorted, his face red and eyes squished.
"He did! I believe every word he just wrote!" Tora tried to sip some of his coffee, without any success. Laughing too hard.
"What did Uncle Pon do?" Kazue asked, readjusting her frames.
"He bought an apple tree and is digging a hole for it in his garden right now."
"What kind of apple?" Their daughter asked, ignoring her mouthful.
"Oi! Ask him! Ask him!" Nao piped, grinning wider and wider.
Tora typed down the question and send it. While they waited, he and Nao tried to drink some coffee, fits of giggling interrupting them every few seconds.
FUJI APPLE!!!!
ALL BIG AND ROUND AND FLESHY!!!
CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE JUICE DRIP
FROM URUHA'S CHIN DOWN ON HIS BARE
SEXY THIGHS!!!!!!
GZUFSTWQS NEED SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The tall guitarist dropped onto the counter, his body shaking. Nao flopped himself on Tora's back, his tears of mirth soaking the shirt.
"Somehow he's so cute like that."
- - -
Chiaki could feel the difference in the way Masayuki held his hand as they walked into their empty classroom. His heart refused to get back to its calm beat. His thump caressed the back of the very hand that had touched him last night. Not the sweet pets and holds he was used to, but a real touch, leaving this little hot and bothering glim in his mind, making him bite his bottom lip as he ached for feeling it again.
He could taste the difference on his tongue as they kissed, chaste and sweet, almost shy in contrast to what they did the previous night. He couldn't get his mind off of it. His arms wound around Masayuki's shoulders, pulling him closer as he deepened their kiss, closing his eyes.
A hand on his chest pushed him apart from the brunette's lips. "Shh, it's okay." Masayuki cooed against his ear. "Not here." His thump stroked a cheekbone.
"Sorry." The blond mumbled.
"You don't need to be." Masayuki whispered albeit no one else was occupying the room. "Remember I'll take you out today?"
Chiaki smiled and rested his forehead on the other boy's shoulder. "Italian?"
"Whatever you wish for." His fingers combed through the bleach-softened strands.
"I just want to be with you."
Something was different. It scared them, but why did it feel so good all the same?
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Yes, shamelessly abusing a story of my mom for this 8D ANd it's short too, wtf, I suck D:
RYOTA (亮太): Japanese name meaning "stout, strong."
And thanks to Lhunuial for beta-ing, my head is again busy-buzzy with headache.