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(False) Sense of Securitiy

Saga's being an incubus hit Hiroto totally out of the blue and nearly sweeped him off his feet. Could be due to Tora bursting into the changing room and clinging to his waist with a heartbreaking wail of jumbled words Hiroto could not make sense of at first. He looked up at Nao, seeking help in understanding what exactly had caused Tora so much discomfort. All Hiroto could understand in Toras jumble of words was something along the lines of 'so gay' and 'Shou did stuffwithstuffwithSAGA'.

It took Hiroto some moments of comforting his confused fledgeling and an outright command for Tora to calm down enough and tell him the whole story. Nao met Hiroto's shocked glance with the dry comment, "Hey, at least this makes more sense than Saga dry-humping his bass and Shou nearly mounting him for it... "
This drew another wail from Tora. Why could Nao not at least try to be surprised? He just reacted so calmly to everything, the whole being Hiroto's human servant seemed to have made him jaded to all preternatural stuff.

They thought about it, and Nao actually volunteered to discuss the matter with Shou and Saga as they both shuffled back into the changing room, at least having the decency to look embarrased that Tora had found them out. Though Shou seemed to be more angry at Tora for sharing their secret than Saga. Saga seemed just plain relieved.

And because Tora was being immature and refused to discuss this whole 'gay-sex-thing', Hiroto punished him quite severely. Or so Tora thought, because hunting houses with Hiroto quickly became torture. Why had he agreed to face the madness of the real estate market in Tokyo? Oh yes, Hirotos puppy dog eyes and a slightly trembling lower lip. Unfortunately, there seemed no eerily dark mansions available to Hiroto's liking, so they spent their nights alternately in Hiroto's and Tora's flat.

Developing a certain sense of security, Tora thought himself safe. Okay, there was still this whole vampire thing and Saga being half-incubus, but he had everything under control. He no longer went house shopping with Hiroto after a few days but hired a well-known (and damn expensive) realtor.
And Tora went to feeding Saga. No, not feeding feeding, but stuffing him with food whenever he had the opportunity, and even Shou remarked that Saga seemed less... 'hungry' after a full meal. That gave Shou the opportunity to also keep some of his calories to himself.
Tora himself went feeding with Hiroto on semi-willing victims who Hiroto convinced that they had just kissed and nothing more.

Everything went well for a few days. Maybe too well.
The downfall began when the realtor really found a house to Hiroto's liking. Tora did so not want to move there, because it reminded him of the house from the film 'The Grudge'. However, once again he was helpless against Hiroto mind control pouting powers and only saved his dignity by saying "First ghost I see, I am SO out of here!".
Hiroto even asked Nao to move in with them. Much to Tora's satisfaction, Nao politely declined, having spent some money to have his little house made soundproof for drumming practice. He did not want to go back to having to practice on company grounds after there had been an 'incident' with Gazette's drummer. And no, he would not explain further.

Though Tora moved with a happily bouncing Hiroto to their new 'mansion', he secretly held on to his appartment. Just in case that the ghosts would not like him. And he insisted on getting his own bedroom furnished, even though Hiroto pouted quite adorably childish about it. The next shock came when they had moved their stuff and newly acquired furniture (all made of dark wood) into the new house. Hiroto sat down in the living room and happily announced:
"Now we need to invite everyone for a house warming party!"

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as always, will be unlocked upon approval ;-)
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Part 4 of the crazy cracky vampire fic [ profile] novembermond started ^^

Do I dazzle you?

Glimmering Bodylotion? Tora was, admittedly, a bit disappointed, having thought that the glimmer on Hiroto's skin more resulted from the whole being-a-vampire-thing. And he would never admit that he had hoped for his own skin to take on a similar sheen later, because that would be totally gay. And speaking of gay, why the hell did Hiroto follow him into the bathroom, shucking out of his clothes as he went?!

His face must have shown some of his confusion, because Hiroto met his confused glace with a quirked eyebrow.
"What? When we are moving together anyway, we can alreay start to shower together. Though we will make sure that the new mansion will have a bath."

Somehow, Tora's mind still refused to make the connection from moving together to showering together, but when Hiroto slipped past him into the shower and told Tora to stop acting like a teenager and join him, Tora felt himself compelled to obey. And when Hiroto told him to soap him up and wash his hair, suddenly it did not feel strange anymore to be pressed together in the shower stall with his naked bandmate, himself equally naked, it did not really feel as gay as it may sound - and that was the point when Tora froze in his actions and eyed Hiroto warily.
"Hm?" Hiroto turned innocent eyes up at his taller bandmate, but Tora knew him too well to fall for that seemingly innocent glance and looked past it to find the devious glimmer he had known would be there.

"Don't stop", Hiroto pouted, and Tora found his hands back in the smaller man's hair without a concsious thought from him, massaging his skalp while taking care that no soap would hurt these soulful eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" Tora whispered, not trusting his voice completely.
Hiroto merely smiled and leaned back into Tora, and not only with his head.
"Why, nothing yet."
And the 'yet' made Tora gulp.

"I just thought you would like to have a chance to make your attack of this morning up to me before I think of a way to punish you, my underling."
Though Tora could hear the playful note in Hiroto's voice, he was too close to panic to join the other in his teasing game, because suddenly he thought that he should not have spanked the other for his harmless jest. Which were so not the thoughts he had harbored some hours ago.
Groaning, Tora shoved Hiroto back as far away from him as the shower cubicle would allow, leaning his back against the cold tiles to ground himself.

"Tora?" It was the confusion and something akin to hurt in Hiroto's voice that made Tora look back at his bandmate. When Tora just stared back at him, Hiroto climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, more for cover than because of feeling cold. Tora noted how uncomfortable the other suddenly seemed and mimicked his actions, careful not to touch Hiroto in the process. However, sensing Hiroto's confusion, Tora tried to explain.

"Maybe you are not aware of it, but when you give me an order, however implied, I feel very, VERY compelled to follow it, whatever I might have thought before. That makes my afraid."
Embarrased, Tora hugged his arms around himself.

Hiroto gasped.
"Tora, I'm sorry, I did not realize..." He stepped up to his bandmate, circling his arms around Tora, and suddenly, Tora did not feel so lost and afraid anymore. And he did not care at this moment whether these were his own feelings or some fucked up gay vampire powers Hiroto may have used without even noticing.


Gah, I could not do funny today ;_; waiting for kittens comments before (and if) unlocking ^^
Wah, the ideas are there, like them finding a mansion like in "The Grudge" etc XD buuuuut, no cracky happy today ;_;
Comment me, and tell me whether to delete ;-)
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So, da du jetzt deine eigene Freundesgruppe bist XD kannst es erstmal nur du lesen. Wenn ich es überhaupt speichere und nicht irgendwann frustiert einfach die Seite zumache XD

Edit: unlocked on [ profile] novembermond's prompting on 08.10.2009 ^^

Sequel to: the totally crazy Torapon crackfic

It took them some precious time to figure out that apparently, Hiroto nearly draining Tora was NOT the way to turn him into Hiroto's equally undead sex slave.
Luckily, before Tora zoned out completely he remembered something he had noted in the vampire porn he had been reading while being bored during their 'vacation', mumbling something about transfusion.
Luckily, Hiroto was afraid enough when Tora simply passed out from blood loss, he stopped fretting about injuring himself and started feeding Tora. After he had bitten his own wrist and started whimpering from the pain.
Luckily, Tora was not too far gone to swallow and soon the change took its course.

Soon Tora was yelling many things at Hiroto, the overall message being that dying was not an experience he would wish to repeat. And no, he did not allow Hiroto 'to kiss it all better'.

Their band members made many funny comments about Tora's and Hiroto's supposed hangover the next day. The sunglasses were Tora's way of dealing with the suddenly too bright sunlight. He was still pale (and would stay pale) but the jumpiness and temporary shivering could be lead back to the way Hiroto woke him up in the morning, ripping open the curtains and shouting "BURN BABY BURN" and afterwards literally rolling over the floor laughing, even when Tora realized that the sun did not really hurt him (well yes, it hurt, but did not literally BURN him) and tackled his still laughing torturer/master/sire/lover to put him over his knee and start to spank him with his newfound strength.
It gave Tora quite some satisfaction to see that Hiroto still refused sitting down even when Nao began fuzzing over poor hung-over Baby-Pon and chastizing Tora for not watching out for him better. That made both Tora and Hiroto laugh, while Saga pouted that Nao did give more attention to Hiroto than to him.

Shou really seemed to have fun comparing his newly tanned skin to Tora's and Hiroto's. And while he dismissed Tora for having spent too much times in his appartment and therefore being pale as cheese, he was quite fascinated how Hiroto's skin seemed to have taken on some kind of gleam. But soon Shou joined Saga in pouting because he could not get out of Hiroto which new kind of body lotion he had discovered in Europe. They were bandmates, they should share such discoveries, dammit! Rightfully offended, he grabbed poor Saga, demanded a pause and dragged his bandmate along with him from the room, ignoring the pitiful glance Saga shot at Nao, which nearly screamed of 'help me please!'. Nao only caught the last glimmer of Saga's panicked glance, but it was enough to have him shout after Shou that they better only were off to get something to eat and coffe for Nao, because everything else would carry serious consequences.
Nao huffed when he heard Shou cackle.

However, the mentioning of food, of something to eat made Tora aware of how HUNGRY he was at once. With a silent whimper he glanced at Hiroto, who seemed to only have eyes for Nao at the moment. Yet Hiroto was well aware of Tora's distress and shared some of it, even though he had 'feasted' on Tora last night, he had given some of the blood back. Mentally, Hiroto smacked his forehead for forgetting to feed Tora before they met their band for practice, but everything had so not gone according to plan...
"Tora, you hungry?" Hiroto asked his... fledgeling (though this sounded so gay even to him) without taking his eyes from Nao.
Tora only nodded.
"Then what do you think about making Nao our... chewtoy?"
Baffled, Tora looked at Hiroto, who still did not take his eyes of Nao. Of Nao, who did not react at the whole 'chewtoy' talk but only looked back at Hiroto.
"Hiroto..." Tora hissed. "We cannot... I mean, he is our bandleader... what if the other's come back?" he ended weakly, admitting defeat at least in front of his own conscience, because with every word he had staggered closer to Nao, gentle Nao who was sitting on the couch gazing up trustingly into Hiroto's eyes.
Sweet Nao, who smelled so good today...
Later, Tora would not be able to recollect how he ended up with his mouth pressed against Nao's neck in such an intimate way. This was so gay! But even this thought drowned in the sweet sensation of having Naos sweet essence (his blood, what did you think, perverts) trickle down his throat and pacifying his thirst/hunger/bloodlust/whatever.
Only when Hiroto gently pried him away from Nao by his hair did Tora lift his head, dazed and feeling slightly drunk. Hiroto tstked slightly, telling him that they should not be so greedy and drain poor Nao. It took Tora some blinks to notice that Hiroto's lips were smeared with blood, too, obviously taken from Nao's wrist. Still holding Nao's hand, Hiroto drew Tora in for a hungry kiss, and though this was so totally gay, Tora decided that Nao tasted even better when mixed with Hiroto's own flavor.
Still dazed, or even more dazed, Tora wanted to drown in Hiroto's eyes when he broke the kiss and winked mischieviously at Tora.
Still dazed, it took Tora some time to wonder why Hiroto would nick his own wrist with his fangs and begin to feed Nao some small drops of his blood.
Nao's delighted whimper however made Tora snap out of it.
"HIROTO! Are you mad? You cannot turn him..." Tora fell silent with one of Hiroto's cold fingers against his lips.
"Shshsh. I would not turn him, I just wanted to try something..." And there it was, this mischieveous glimmer in Hiroto's eyes that Tora found not totally reassuring.
And when Hiroto looked back down on Nao and sweetly commanded: "Kiss Tora", and Nao really stood up from the couch on slightly wobbly legs and made a move to close the distance between himself and Tora, Tora knew that things were going to go south. Even moreso when Nao did press his lips on Tora's and just in this moment, a slightly disheveled Saga had to bustle through the door, stopping dead and gasping.
"WHAT. the HELL!"


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