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Chapter one

Band: Royz.
Characters: Subaru, Koudai, Kuina and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Subaru x Koudai.
Sub-pairings: Subaru x Kuina, Subaru x Tomoya, Subaru x Kazuki.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, PWP-fic.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, serious PWP, WAFF/fluff.

Information about Subaru here.
Information about Koudai here.
Information about Royz here and here.
'Just another Sunday Morning' archive page here.

Relative time in play: Anytime within the last six months or so.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Summary:
Subaru had often woken up in bed with either Kuina or Tomoya after a drunken night, and once or twice with Kazuki too, but he had never tried waking up with Koudai at his side before. They had of course fooled around many times in the past, both on and off stage, but this was different indeed. It probably should have felt weird, then, but it didn’t. It definitely didn’t…

And besides, they had obviously had sex the night before, and Koudai was lying wrapped around him now, naked skin flushed against naked skin, so any lines and limitations of friendship between them were long ago blurred and forgotten anyway, right? So, what was the use of suddenly feeling shy or embarrassed anyway? Why not take advantage of the situation, and have that beautiful body once more before reality came knocking?



~o~

OBS: This is not written in some alternative universe where everyone's gay and it's just the way of the world. This is supposed to be one-hundred percent realistic, and, though I never write bands to have more than one, maybe two gays members... well, I figured the gayest band in the world (which they totally are!<3) would be allowed to break the rule and have a full cast. Yes, I truly believe one of the criteria for joining Royz in the first place is to be as gay as the day is long... XD


~o~

That said, I know this is going to seem unrealistically easy, such uncomplicated sex between two best friends (which I personally don’t even believe in myself^^;), but it’s supposed to be like that. After bitching for ages about the lack of Royz fanfics out there a friend and I decided to write some for ourselves… xD

It goes like this; we challenged each other to write a one-shot kind of story within three hours (though I’ve divided mine into chapters because it became way too long for a one-shot), with no other background than the title ‘Just another Sunday Morning’ and the fact that it had to be a Royz pairing. Although Subaru x Kazuki is my OTP (and maybe Subaru x Kuina), for this kind of easy, lazy Sunday morning sex I chose Subaru and Koudai~ <3

… Oh, and, btw., if any Jrockers were going to have random sex within their band like this (and outside it too~), it would definitely be the Royz boys (and their counterpart band Kiryu), just FYI XD …

~o~


Subaru groaned in utter childish annoyance when he was no longer able to deny the warm sunlight lazily streaming into the small hotel room from behind the half-closed blinds, and the air of the confined space felt almost uncomfortably thick and heavy with every breath as he finally forced himself to wake up completely. Dammit...

He squinted his hazel brown eyes at the wooden ceiling then, waiting for it to come into focus as the pleasant blur of sleep slowly cleared from his vision, and his button nose wrinkled up cutely once his mind kicked into gear too. His tongue was fuzzy, still tainted with the distinct taste of tequila, salt and lemon, and he couldn’t for the life of him remember how he had made it back to his hotel room, to his bed, the night before. Or… even anything of the night before, actually…

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Hi everybody~♪ ヽ( ' ω ' )ノ

I know it's been almost... ugh, five months since I last updated my journal, or uploaded anything at all, and for that I'm very sorry... (;´Д`)ノ A lot happened after I returned to my home country, and it took some time getting settled back into my everyday life here, and... yeah, I miss Japan terribly... (。-ω-。)

Anyway, it all boils down to the fact that I haven't had the time to write on my ongoing story 'Heaven Bound', nor do I have the time right now because I have a ton of exams this month, but rest assured it will be continued sometime in the near future~

For now, I'm focusing all my energy on my RPs though, since they're easier to manage in between exams and school and life, but I will try to write (and upload) something very soon. I have, however, written a very short PWP, which I will begin uploading one of these days, featuring one of my favourite bands, Royz, and I hope you'll all like it ヽ(*´ω`)ノ゚♥

But yeah, I just wanted to let you all know that I'm still here, and that this journal and my fics will continue shortly~☆ I hope you all had an amazing Christmas and will have a very happy new year~ ♪(v^_^)v
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Just another Sunday Morning

Band: Royz.
Characters: Subaru, Koudai, Kuina and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Subaru x Koudai.
Sub-pairings: Subaru x Kuina, Subaru x Tomoya, Subaru x Kazuki.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, PWP-fic.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, serious PWP, WAFF/fluff.

Relative time in play: Anytime within the last six months or so.
Relations: A could-be ending to this can be found here, titled 'Not just another Sunday Morning'.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Done~

Status: Completely uploaded / finished! ♪



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Koudai on the left and Subaru on the right


More information about Subaru  here.
More information about Koudai  here.
Information about Royz  here and here.
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Personal Heaven

Band: Alice Nine.
Characters: Saga, Tora, and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Tora x Saga.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (semi-long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] light BDSM (bondage only), consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP.

Dedication: [info]kismekilmeluvme <3

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Done~

Status: Will be uploaded soon~!
               Last updated: not uploaded yet ♪




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Saga on the left, and Tora on the right


More information about Saga  here.
More
information about Tora  here.

Information about Alice Nine  here
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゚・:,。゚・:,。★゚・:,。゚・:,。☆


Hi everybody,

It's been over two weeks since I last uploaded a new chapter of Heaven Bound, and I just wanted to let you all know what's going on and why I'm so busy these days... (^^;)

I'm currently getting ready to leave my dorm room (and Kyoto), on June 6th, and next week will be my final exams (which are so going to kill me btw.). After that I will go to Tokyo for about three weeks, for vacation and (oh-so-many) concerts, before finally heading back to my home country.
I'll be pretty busy this last month here in Japan, and I'm not really sure how much time I'll get to write and upload before I'm once again back home, but I'll of course do my best to find some time in between everything... (* ^ ω ^ )ノ☆彡

Also, I'm thinking about maybe breaking my own personal rule and start uploading another story in between uploading Heaven Bound. It's one I started writing a while ago, and it's a lot easier for me to write than Heaven Bound (which, because of the fact that it's a threesome and they're all unnamed, takes a little more thinking and consideration to pull off), so I might be able to write and update on it more frequently this next month. It's a short PWP story featuring Tora and Saga of Alice Nine, called 'Personal Heaven', and it really is just plotless hot-and-heavy sex with a dash of fluffy romance~ ( ' ε ' *)

So, what do you think? Should I begin uploading it? ☆

Anyway, that's it. So please be patient with me this next month... ♪(v^_^)v


゚・:,。゚・:,。★゚・:,。゚・:,。☆
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Tricks of the Tricked

Band: Alice Nine.
Characters: Tora, Hiroto, Nao, Shou, Saga, and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Tora x Hiroto.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, sillyfic.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, UST, WAFF/fluff/PWP, attempts at humor.

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Maybe five or six years ago.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Done~

Status: Will be uploaded soon~!
               Last updated: not uploaded yet ♪




Tora on the left and Hiroto on the right


More information about Tora  here.
More
information about Hiroto  here.
Information about Alice Nine  here
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A Wonderful Day

Band: Antique Cafe/AnCafe.
Characters: Teruki, Bou and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Teruki x Bou.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, angstfic, erotica, semi-long vignette.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, WAFF, fluff/romance, angst (hurt/comfort).

Relative time in play: Around 2008, approx. one year after Bou left AnCafe, just before their hiatus.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Done~
                OBS: This is the sequel to the one-shot called; "Broken Strings", which you can find here.

Status: Not uploaded yet~




Teruki on the left and Bou on the right


More information about Bou  here.
More
information about Teruki  here.
Information about AnCafe  here.
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Chapter four

Bands: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] double penetration, m/m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP, light BDSM (blindfolding only).

Information about Shou here.
Information about Hiroto here.

Information about Alice Nine here.
Information about Japanese hosts here and here.

'Heaven Bound' archive page here.

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Summary:
He shuddered against the warmth and pressure of their beautiful bodies against his then, as they sandwiching him between them and shared a deep kiss over his shoulder, and, though he couldn’t see the kiss for the blindfolds drawn over his almond eyes, he could feel it, hear it, and it made his body twitch and ache in want and need.

Yes, he wanted them…

Yes, he would be theirs…

Theirs to kiss…

To take…

To fuck…


~o~

He whimpered almost shyly at the arousing observation he couldn’t make himself - but appreciated a hundred times more just for that very reason -, though he was finally starting to feel anything but. It was hard to continue to be shy when hot and heavy arousal was licking over his unmarred skin like it was now, like a wildfire, igniting him and making his every cell boil and twitch, and the taste of the smaller man’s salty cum still tainted his silver-pierced tongue.

‘No, of all the things I had imagined might happen tonight…’

‘Something like this definitely hadn’t even crossed my mind…’


The mattress dipped sensually against his other side a few moments later, and he barely had time to shift on the soft sheets before the oldest of the two whispered; “Well, at least I’m not the only one who’s turned on…” and claimed his swollen lips in a hard, deep kiss so unlike the one of his lover - and yet so strangely alike it too.

‘God…’

As he moaned into the perfectly bruising kiss, and parted his lips all too willingly for the other man, a hand - slightly larger and yet even softer and warmer than that of the youngest blonde - ghosted down over his quivering stomach, over the glinting diamond beautifully pierced through his bellybutton, and then further down.

‘F-fuck--’

Strong, slender fingers wrapped around his half-hard cock in the next moment then, just as a wet, untainted tongue slipped past his lips and into his mouth to explore, to claim and taste, and he half-moaned-half-whimpered and rolled his hips at the sudden touch that instantly flooded his whole body with familiar heat.

‘God, yes…’

He writhed and trembled, but the older man ignored the reactions in his body almost too beautifully then, and just kept deepening the kiss further and further in return, pushing a little harder down against him as he was claimed a little more forcefully for every honey moan that echoed through his straining body.

‘Fuck…’

‘God, it’s been so long since anyone’s kissed me like they do…’

‘So perfectly…’

‘So deeply…’

‘And with so much passion…’


The toe-tingling kiss deepened and deepened until he was once again left utterly breathless and aching, until his half-hard cock was literally throbbing and twitching between the slender fingers dancing over it so skillfully, mock-stroking him in the most sensually maddening way. Then the oldest of the blondes finally drew away from him again, just as another series of soft moans rustled off his swollen lips in the wake of the pleasure which was already starting to coil, to build, somewhere in the pit of his stomach.

Aaahnn…

He arched off the sheets as the soft thumb flicked over the velvety head of his pulsing cock, making his toes curl.

‘Oh, God…’

‘Oh, God, yes…’


“Now he tastes like strawberries and you…” that impossibly sensual, breathy voice whispered almost teasingly then, and, though he barely had the mind to focus on anything else than the skilled hand already well on its way to working him into full hardness - and the soft, silky sheets between his own hands as his fingers dug into them in some mindless attempt to steady himself - he did catch the almost shy chuckle that followed the comment. He also recognized the sound of lips meeting lips in heated contact.

‘What I wouldn’t give to see those two kiss…’

‘To see them touch…’

‘Fuck…’


Oh, God…” he whimpered under his breath when the slender fingers tightened a little further around his cock a moment later, suddenly stroking him just a tad harder than before, in a way he wasn’t entirely sure was completely intentional on the older blonde’s part.

‘Fuck…’

He felt the bed dip as the two kissed over him then, felt their knees against his biceps as they pushed to get closer to each other for every second the kiss unfolded, and for some reason it made him smile in the midst of his own pleasure. He liked the notion that, although the older of the two strangers seemed to be in such unbelievable control - of himself and his lover too -, he was obviously still as effected by the younger blonde as he was by him, too…

‘God, they’re sexy…’

‘So sexy…’


“Mmm, we’re getting carried away, baby…” the older man chuckled breathlessly when the two broke the kiss several moments later, and, without really knowing why, he instinctively knew they both bent their heads down then, to look at him lying there on the bed between them on ruffled sheets. He could feel their almost identical hazel brown eyes on him, could almost imagine the desire and arousal that surely had to be playing in them just then, and, when the soft thumb flicked over the head of his hardening cock once again, dipping into the slit almost teasingly, he couldn’t help but arch his head further back into the mattress with another deep, sensual whimper.

‘F-fuck…’

“Look at him… Look at how beautifully desperate he is…” the husky voice mused on just moments later, just as he shifted on the sheets again, shifted against the warm, strong hand still stroking him so perfectly, so skillfully, and he bit down on his own plump lower lip to keep from whimpering out again in the desperate want and need he barely recognized in himself. They had barely even touched him yet, and he was already falling apart for them…

‘But of course I am…’

‘Of course I’m desperate…’

‘God, with these two…’

‘Who wouldn’t be…?’


The bed shifted beneath him in the next moment then, as both men crawled back over the ruffled sheets in almost perfect synch, and it was but a second later that the most impossibly soft, plump lips were pressed against his silver-threaded ear. “Do you want it?” the lesser sultry-sexy voice whispered against him then, the tone of it so alluring and so sexy it made his heart jump in the pit of his chest, and his breath hitch with desire, “Do you want us?

God, yes…” he moaned unashamed in reply, without even a second’s worth of hesitation, though he had barely finished breathing the words before another deep, needy whimper escaped him when the hand working on him so perfectly suddenly - and heartbreakingly cruelly - disappeared from his cock in the next moment. He instantly shivered and trembled, rolling his hips mindlessly against the darkness in some meek attempt to get it back, though little did it help.

Please…

A breathy, sensually teasing chuckle escaped the youngest stranger at his desperate reaction, at his neediness, the sound of it rustling against his ear as platinum blonde hair scented with lavender brushed and tickled his cheek. “What do you want us to do then?” the deceivingly male voice added before he had a chance to plead in words for what he wanted, and a soft, wet tongue darted out to lick lightly over the outer shell of his ear almost in the same second.

‘What do I want…?’

“Anything,” He shivered again, against the wet touch that made his mind reel in desire and associations, and his painted nails dug harder into the ruffled sheets. “Everything.”

‘As long as they touch me…’

‘Kiss me…’

‘Fuck me…’

‘I don’t care…’

‘I just don’t want them to stop…’


Another sensually breathy chuckle came at his pleading answer, but this time from the oldest of the blondes. “Mmmn, that’s a good answer…” the almost melodically sultry-sexy voice hummed softly then, somewhere above him, so sensually it made his toes curl, and he couldn’t help but gasp softly as his writs were taken hold of in the next moment. Strong, slender fingers wrapped around him then, tightly, and his arms were guided up, up over his head, until his hands came in contact with the cold metal frame of the hotel bed. His fingers instinctively curled around it then, even before the older man continued to bid; “Keep your hands there.” in the most sensually demanding tone.

‘Fuck…’

Y-yes…

He had never been one for bondage or games, but right now…

Right now it seemed it was all he had ever wanted…

‘God…’

He clutched hard around the metal between his fingers then, somehow trying to steady himself as the femininely plump lips trailed from his silver-pierced ear and down but a moment later, down over his jaw and then further down to his smooth, pale chest were they were met and matched by an almost identically soft - though slightly lesser plump - pair.

‘Yes…’

Goose bumps rose over his skin in the wake of the butterfly kisses that began to shower each side of his collarbones then, of the wet tongues teasing against his unmarred skin at random, licking over and tasting it, though it wasn’t until the two sets of lips made it down to his erect, light brown nipples, and wrapped around them in almost perfect synch, that he couldn’t keep another deep, needy moan from forcing its way over his swollen lips.

Aaahn…

He arched up against the two pairs of lips then, and writhed against the soft sheets as his one nipple was sucked into the most perfect wet heat, and the snip of a pink tongue flicked it gently, almost curiously, while the other was held bruisingly between sharp teeth, paining him so pleasurably that he actually couldn’t decide which touch he liked more…

It didn’t matter. He liked them both; the contrast between the two touches was so maddeningly arousing it had his mind reeling in nothing but pure, wanton lust, and his neglected cock twitched between his fleshy thighs.

‘God…’

He had to use every last ounce of his sanity then, to not just release the metal frame and move his hands down to entangle in those two heads of soft, blonde hair, and he heard himself whisper; “Please…”, mindlessly pleading with the two beautiful strangers through the darkness surrounding him. He had barely done so though, before the plump lips then started trailing further downwards, kissing and nipping and sucking a path slowly but steadily down towards his neglected cock which was laying heavily, pulsing, against the lower part of his flat stomach.

‘G-God--’

He arched again, this time almost completely off the sheets too, and moaned out even more heatedly as one of the wet, soft tongues made it to his cock before the other, and licked over the veined underside of it. The touch was light – too light – and almost curious too as the pink tip teased against every vein running beneath the smooth, velvety skin, and it was gone again almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Please…

He only had time to whimper out once, only had a second to think he was being teased again, before the second tongue – and for some reason he could easily tell them apart – mirrored its twin and licked over him in much the same way.

‘God, yes…’

He trembled and writhed with another deep, whimpery moan, and the metal of the bed frame creaked sensually as his fingers tightened around it almost painfully. “Fuck…” he swore then, under his breath, as tongue after tongue began to run over his throbbing flesh, from base to tip, randomly swirling around the velvety head too, as every lick made a soft current of unadulterated pleasure wash over him. It shoot through his body in rays, scorching over his marble skin as it made familiar heat begin to coil somewhere in the pit of his stomach, to build, and his cock twitched uncontrollably against the two pink, skilled tongues.

‘God…’

It was only seconds later that a strong hand grasped hold around the base of his cock, whose he couldn’t tell, and a pair of those unearthly plump lips wrapped around him, engulfing him in delicious, wet heat.

Fuck

The lips tightened skillfully around him as they pushed down, taking almost all of him in in one go, and he had barely been released again before the second pair of lips wrapped around him and mirrored the action to perfection. It then dawned on him, somewhere in the midst of his mindless moaning and the darkness surrounding him, that the beautiful strangers intended on making him come in the perfect unison in which they seemed to do almost everything…

Oh, fuck…

The notion of that made him moan and writhe as much as the deliciously wet, skilled touches did - or maybe even a little more so – and for a second he found himself wondering if he’d survive it all.

Not that he really cared when it felt so good...

God, no.



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I’m so sorry for having kept you all waiting for so long for this next chapter (two whole weeks this time!). I’m still extremely busy and stressed out (I have to go home from Japan in less than a month, and so I have all kinds of exams and midterms right now to wrap up my term studying here), but that’s not the sole reason why it’s taking me such an unusually long time to upload new chapters:

This story is very hard to write (harder than I first thought it would be), simply because of the fact that they’re all unnamed. I still stand by my idea to write it like that, but it just takes a little extra time and consideration on my part so it won’t become too intrigue and incomprehensible...(^^*)

While working/thinking on it however, I’m also writing two other fics (which I’ll upload once I’ve completely finished uploading this story), so please bear with me~♪ (o^-^o;;)
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This is an overview page of my character profiles~
It's
in alphabetical order by band name.

I write profiles for every new story/characters I write, profiles of true facts about the people I use in my stories (photos, real names, ages, previous bands etc.). Clicking unto the profile page, you can also find direct links to those of my stories in which the specific person/character appears~ ☆


The ones not underlined are upcoming profiles ^^


12012
12012 band information
Hiroaki
Tooru


Alice Nine
Alice Nine band information
Hiroto
Nao
Saga
Shou
Tora


AnCafe/Antique Cafe
AnCafe band information
Bou
Teruki


D
D band information
Ruiza


D'espairsRay
D'espairsRay band information
Hizumi
Zero


Girugämesh
Girugämesh band information
Satoshi


Royz
Royz band information
Royz band information
Subaru
Koudai


Sulfuric Acid
Sulfuric Acid band information
Hizaki


the GazettE
the GazettE band information
Aoi
Uruha


Versailles
Versailles band information
Hizaki
Kamijo






To see an overview of my currently finished (and ongoing) stories, see the Fanfiction Archive -page.

Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the people named in my fics. I use fractions of reality-based facts, such as names, personality traits, real events and so on, but everything else is pure fiction made up by my twisted mind (*゜▽゜)ノ゛
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Fics

Reality-based (fictional) works, in alphabetical order by band name
Click here for an overview in alphabetical order by story title / status


12012
Strange Relationship (status: finished/complete)


Alice Nine
Fallen From Grace (status: not uploaded yet)
Heaven Bound (status: is currently being uploaded~)
Personal Heaven (status: not uploaded yet)
Tricks of the Tricked (status: not uploaded yet)


AnCafe/Antique Cafe
A Wonderful Day (status: not uploaded yet)
Broken Strings (status: finished/complete)


D
The Way I'm Loving You (status: finished/complete)


D'espairsRay
What the Heart Wants (status: not uploaded yet)


Girugämesh
The Way I'm Loving You (status: finished/complete)


Royz
Just another Sunday Morning (status: finished/complete)
Not just another Sunday Morning (status: is currently being uploaded~)


SHINee
Homecoming (status: finished/complete)
Imprints of Love (status: finished/complete)
Insatiable (status: finished/complete)
Love is Not Blind (status: finished/complete)


Sulfuric Acid
Breathlessly (status: finished/complete)


the GazettE
Somebody's Me (status: finished/complete)


Versailles
Breathlessly (status: finished/complete)


VIXX
Insatiable (status: finished/complete)


Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the people named in my fics. I use fractions of reality-based facts, such as names, personality traits, real events and so on, but everything else is pure fiction made up by my twisted mind (*゜▽゜)ノ゛






OOC/AU fics

Out of character/another universe works, in alphabetical order by band name
Click here for an overview in alphabetical order by story title / status






Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the people named in my fics. I use fractions of reality-based facts, such as names, personality traits, real events and so on, but everything else is pure fiction made up by my twisted mind (*゜▽゜)ノ゛
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Fallen From Grace

Band: Alice Nine.
Characters: Saga, Tora, Shou, Nao, Hiroto and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Tora x Saga.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, angstfic (/darkfic), challengefic.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, m/m, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] BDSM/sadomasochism, consensual, WAFF/fluff, hurt/comfort, violence, angst.

Relative time in play: Around mid-2004, right around when Alice Nine was first formed.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine. Requested by [info]luvthe-gazette <3

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Done~

Status: Will be uploaded soon~!
               Last updated: not uploaded yet ♪





Saga on the left, and Tora on the right


More information about Saga  here.
More
information about Tora  here.

Information about Alice Nine  here
.
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Heaven Bound

Band: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] double penetration, m/m/m / threesome, consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP, light BDSM (blindfolding only).

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Done~

Status: Currently being uploaded~!
               Last updated: July 9, 2012 ♪


       [Please note: due to unforeseen circumstances, this story is on temporary hiatus. I'm sorry ;__;]
~o~




Shou on the left, the host in the middle and Hiroto on the right


More information about Shou  here.
More
information about Hiroto  here.

Information about Alice Nine  here
.
Information about Japanese hosts  here and  here.
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Chapter three

Bands: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] double penetration, m/m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP, light BDSM (blindfolding only).

Information about Shou here.
Information about Hiroto here.

Information about Alice Nine here.
Information about Japanese hosts here and here.

'Heaven Bound' archive page here.

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Summary:
He shuddered against the warmth and pressure of their beautiful bodies against his then, as they sandwiching him between them and shared a deep kiss over his shoulder, and, though he couldn’t see the kiss for the blindfolds drawn over his almond eyes, he could feel it, hear it, and it made his body twitch and ache in want and need.

Yes, he wanted them…

Yes, he would be theirs…

Theirs to kiss…

To take…

To fuck…


~o~

He continued to change between pressing his wet, silver-threaded tongue against the veined underside of the other man’s cock, and drawing back, tightening his lips around the growing length before hollowing out his cheeks as he pushed forth again. Again and again, back and forth, working the very best he knew how, until those unearthly soft thighs quivered sensually beneath his hands and the needy moans echoing around him, filling the room and bouncing off the walls in the most profanely sexy way, were so loud and desperate he knew it wouldn’t be long before the other man would lose himself completely.

“Is he really that good?” the sultry-sexy voice whispered teasingly somewhere above his head.

God yes…” was the honey reply forced out between heavenly moans and sighs of pure lust.

“Then don’t close your eyes, baby,” the older of the two continued in that impossibly sensual voice, the slightly demanding tone of it so arousing he couldn’t help but shiver in time with the smaller blonde who’s hard, weeping cock was currently sliding in past his swollen lips again, and down into his tight throat, caressing against the back of it.

‘God…’

“Look at him,” the man bid when his younger lover whimpered out sensually, and, behind the beautifully cruel blindfolds, he could almost imagine just how the taller, older blonde was holding his lover in his arms just then, embracing him from behind, possibly pressing two of those soft, warm fingertips to his chin to make him look down, “Look at that gorgeous mouth on you…”

‘Fuck…’

When he had sat down in the leather booth opposite of the two insanely beautiful men earlier that night he hadn’t really dared to look at their faces, or into their hazel brown eyes. Over the last week he had thought long and hard about how to approach these encounters, these monetary dates with total strangers, with women, and had tried to think of every scenario possible, and what he might say or do, or how he might act, in the face of them. But, of all the time he had spent thinking of these things, of trying to prepare himself for this new career, he hadn’t once thought about what he might say or do, or how he might act, if his clients turned out to be male…

And he had suddenly found himself at a complete loss.

“Are you gay?” the youngest of the two androgynous men had asked him after a good ten minutes of pleasant small-talk about everything and nothing in particular, about his move to the big city and how he had found an apartment through an agency, and it had caught him completely off guard. He had finally peered up then; peered up into the smaller man’s unusually large, femininely rounded eyes, at the innocent curiosity playing in them, before he let his eyes drop bashfully to the table again.

‘I had been prepared to tell a web of all sorts of plausible lies…’

‘Prepared to pretend to be straight, and to be seeking for that special someone…’

‘To make any client believe they're what I’m seeking, what I want…’

‘But…’

‘Not once had I thought about actually telling the truth…’


He had studied the beautiful man’s small hand then, which was resting upon the edge of the silver table, and the way his older lover was absentmindedly caressing his fingertips over it as they talked, in the sweetest, most innocent display of affection. They were so at ease as they sat there opposite of him in the cooled leather, one in the other’s arms, and, though he had been warned against baring himself to clients, he found himself unable, and unwilling, to lie to these two enthralling strangers.

‘How could I lie anyway?’

‘I was told to do anything, to say anything, to please my clients…’

‘And the truth would please them so much more than any lie I could possibly come up with…’


“Yes,” he had answered with a soft smile, and then he reached for another one of the red, juicy strawberries which had been brought in with the champagne, to compliment it, and took a small bite of it.

They had asked him not to drink with them – which was, strictly speaking, against the rules since the clients paid for the host through the overpriced drinks they bought at the club, and he was expected to drink as much as possible to get them to pay as much as possible – and yet he had accepted gladly. He had never really liked to drink alcohol and, though he knew it came with the job and he would have to learn – if not enjoy it then at least pretend – to enjoy it, it made him feel more at ease to know they wanted him to stay clear headed through their encounter.

Even though they hadn’t said anything about it, or even mentioned towards it then, he had already known just why.

‘Because of the way they were looking at me…’

They had gone on from there to talking about his past lovers then, the two he had had while living in his rural hometown, and he found himself answering all their questions without wavering, however bashful he still felt in the newness of the situation. It hadn’t been long after that that they had asked him back to their hotel room.

They had never actually said in words what they wanted of him, had never demanded anything in return for the money they had so generously paid for his company, nor made him feel like he owed them anything. That, along with his obvious attraction to both of them, had been the reason why he had said yes to going with them without hesitation, without doubt.

‘I couldn’t say no to them…’

‘I didn’t want to…’


“I’m going to come…” the blonde whispered then, finally, just as the small hands fisted just a little harder in his bleached hair, and he felt the hard, weeping flesh twitch against his pierced tongue in almost the same second.

‘Yes…’

He just pushed further down then, willing the other man deeper into his hot, tight throat. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t going to draw back, that he wanted him to come in his mouth, though when the young blonde whispered; “I’m going to come…” again a moment later, in a slightly more sensually teary, slightly more sensually pleading voice, he realized it hadn’t been a sweet warning aimed at him after all. It wasn't whispered to give him a chance to draw back in case he didn’t want to swallow; no, the beautiful man was asking his lover for permission to finally lose himself, begging for it as he teetered on the edge of sweet heaven…

‘God…’

‘They’re so sexy…’

‘God, how can they be so sexy…?’


An endless moment went by then, a moment in which the soft, smooth thighs quivered madly against his warm hands and salty precum smeared against the back of his throat, and then, in almost the same second as the older of the two men bid; “Then come, baby.”, the hard cock jumped against his pierced tongue and white, salty seeds shot from the velvety head, and into his mouth, as the beautiful blonde finally came undone in the most maddeningly arousing series of desperate moans and whimpers he had ever heard.

‘F-fuck, yes…’

He steadied his hands as best he could against the young blonde’s trembling thighs then, as small hands tightened almost painfully in his hair, and he felt the other man almost curl around him, his knees buckling and his body bending forward over as he emptied himself. In return he just stilled, doing his best to continue to move his tongue against the veiny underside as the hot, sticky fluid filled his throat.

‘God…’

He could only imagine how beautiful the young blonde must have looked just then; coming with such heavenly sounds rustling off his plump, pouty lips as he buckled forth and curled around him with his lover still so obviously holding around him, holding him up and steadying him, and him there on his knees on the cold, unyielding floor, milking and swallowing every last drop of him…

‘He must be a sight for the heavens…’

‘God, both of them must be…’


He continued to draw his pierced tongue over the throbbing flesh until the younger man had completely stopped tensing, and his moans and whimpers were replaced by soft sighs of pure bliss instead, and then he finally drew back, releasing the salty flesh with a sensual sound of wetness. His tongue was fuzzy from the strain, and his swollen lips prickled and hummed, but he barely had time to notice before the small hands slid out of his hair and down to take hold of his own.

He was dragged up to stand sweetly then, and he had only just found his footing when two strong arms wrapped around his neck and a warm, naked body was pushed in against his, fitting against him almost too perfectly as his lips were claimed in a deep, passionate kiss that instantly left him even more breathless and aching.

‘Yes…’

His cock jumped and throbbed against the crux of the other man’s hip as a pink tongue snaked past his swollen lips and into his mouth, caressing against his own alike, and he couldn’t help but shiver ever so slightly, in arousal, at the way the younger man was so obviously seeking to taste himself off his tongue.

‘God…’

‘Is this for real?’

‘Are they for real?’


“Thank you,” the small blonde whispered breathlessly against his prickling lips as they broke the heated kiss moments later, and the warm body shifted in against his in the most sensually intimate way, “That was amazing…”

“My pleasure,” he chuckled lightly as he traced his fingertips almost curiously up and down the beautiful man’s chilled sides then, amazed at how femininely flat and smooth and warm the skin felt, and yet how there were clearly taut, strong muscles running right beneath it, clearly defining the other man as purely male, even if, at first glance, one might be deceived.

“How about you take him over to the bed, baby,” the more sultry-sexy voice whispered in the next moment then, behind the man in front of him, and he heard the older man draw away from his lover’s backside, away from their embracing bodies. Warmth shifted against his side then, and he knew the other man had walked past him even before that impossibly sensual voice added; “- And, after I undress too, we can truly make it his pleasure?” now from somewhere behind him, in a way that made his half-hard cock jump once again in excitement and anticipation, against the crux of the smaller blonde’s boney hip.

‘Fuck…’

The beautiful, sated man in his arms chuckled sensually at his older lover’s promising suggestion, and then nodded in agreement, something he could discern from the soft movements against his body, before the warm body drew away from him in the next moment. His hand was taken by a smaller one then, a warmer one with slightly calloused tips, and, as he was guided over the floor and down unto his back over the middle of the soft hotel bed, he heard the distinct sounds of clothes coming undone and fluttering to the floor somewhere close by.

‘God, what a sight he must be, the taller one, undressed himself like that…’

He quivered softly and shifted upon the silky sheets, still engulfed in the blissfully cruel darkness.

‘Someone as profanely sexy as him…’

‘With those pouty lips… those dancing eyes… and those beautifully sculptured features…’

‘If only I could see him…’

‘Both of them…’

‘If only I could know if their bodies are as deviously perfect as the rest of them seems to be…’


He’s already half hard...” the deceivingly deep, male voice of the smaller of the two blondes whispered against the shell of his silver-threaded ear in the next moment then, almost answering his thoughts, and the bed dipped by his side as the other man hover in over him, “That’s how much you turn him on… That’s how much he loved seeing your mouth on my cock…

‘God…’



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Chapter two

Bands: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] double penetration, m/m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP, light BDSM (blindfolding only).

Information about Shou here.
Information about Hiroto here.

Information about Alice Nine here.
Information about Japanese hosts here and here.

'Heaven Bound' archive page here.

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Summary:
He shuddered against the warmth and pressure of their beautiful bodies against his then, as they sandwiching him between them and shared a deep kiss over his shoulder, and, though he couldn’t see the kiss for the blindfolds drawn over his almond eyes, he could feel it, hear it, and it made his body twitch and ache in want and need.

Yes, he wanted them…

Yes, he would be theirs…

Theirs to kiss…

To take…

To fuck…


~o~

“Are you comfortable?” the man in front of him breathed against the shell of his ear when he finally broke away from the kiss shared with his beautiful lover, and the way his voice was slightly hoarse now, the way he panted ever so slightly from that kiss, too, was enough to send shivers down his spine. He instantly nodded his head in reply without even thinking, nodded against the darkness, feelings and sounds surrounding him, engulfing him into a world where nothing else existed. His body was already twitching in need, tangible hardness already forming beneath his tight black jeans, and he found himself literally aching for them to move on already.

He was comfortable.

He was ready.

‘This has to be a dream…’

He had gone into the host club earlier that night with disgustingly sweaty palms and his heart beating loudly in his ears, and, though he had been there every other night of that week too, to observe the other hosts and how they interacted with their ’dates’, this night had been different indeed. It was the first night he had had to work as a host himself, the first night he had been on commission and had had to find - and entice - clients to want to spend time with (and money on) him too…

‘I was so terrified…’

Though he had always been a smooth talker, and quite popular wherever he went, he had still been so nervous he had felt almost sick to his stomach, and he had even been about ready to run to the restroom and throw up when the manager of the club came up to him. Two patrons had come in and had, when they saw him from the door, instantly requested his company. It was a big honor, he had been told, as these two mysterious strangers were not only quite rich and generous, but apparently also very picky about whom they chose for company. They came in once or twice every couple of weeks, and most times they would leave again without requesting a host at all.

‘I still don’t know why they chose me though…’

The manager had praised him to the high heavens then, for having enticed the two by his looks alone, and he patted him a little overly friendly on the back as he sent him on his way to the small private room where the strangers were waiting for him, all but telling him to do anything to please them…

Apparently it was also quite common for men to come in and request male hosts too.

‘And that wasn’t the only surprise…’

The female clients who had come in to talk to the other hosts when he had been there the previous nights had all been… well, older women, all ordinary in looks, and, even if he hadn’t been gay, he knew he still wouldn’t have found any of them the least bit attractive or desirable, not in any way. He had learned it came with the job though, to pretend to be straight, and to be into these women who would so generously pay for his time and company, and he was sure he could do it too; he had gone through high school pretending to have a steady girlfriend after all, to please his parents and keep bullies off his back, and no one had ever doubted his commitment to her. He had truly believed this wouldn’t be all that different…

And yet there he was… standing in front of two of the most beautiful, most desirable men he had ever seen in his entire life… and suddenly everything was different…

‘And the way they were looking at me…’

The two blondes – one slightly less blonde than the other, and slightly taller and older too – had been sitting comfortably leaned back in the black leather booth, arms laced around each other tenderly - apparently completely unabashed in their display of intimacy -, and both with a tall glass of expensive, sparkling champagne standing in front of them on the table. They had smiled sweetly at him then, and had instantly asked for him to sit down and join them, as if he hadn’t already accepted their company by entering the private room in the first place. He smiled back and sat down, trying to mask his nervousness though it had been absolutely impossible with the way they had been looking at him; with almost identical, beautiful hazel brown eyes framed by thick, black lashes…

‘I was sure they would take just one look at me up close…’

‘Would see me fumble and stutter in my nervousness…’

‘My newness…’


‘And would turn me away again…’

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are…” the younger, smaller blonde whispered behind him then, as both of them drew away from his body almost in perfect synch, and he instantly mourned the loss of their warm bodies pressed in against his. Their hands stayed on him though, holding him, touching him, and he flushed coyly at the praise in a way he had never done before; although he had always known that he was good-looking, and had been told so on a daily basis even, in this room with these two unearthly beautiful men, he forgot it completely...

‘Compared to them…’

‘I’m nothing…’


“Yes, you’re perfect,” the taller blonde standing in front of him whispered out softly in the next second, agreeing to his younger lover’s sensually whispered statement, although it seemed almost as if he could read his thoughts and were replying to them instead.

‘They’re the ones who are perfect…’

‘So unbelievably perfect…’


‘And I want them…’

‘God, I want them…’


He shivered in the next moment as a pair of warm hands, the ones against his front, slid up to undo his shirt button for button while the other pair, the ones resting against his back, slid down and around his slender waist, encircling him from behind to undo his jeans with deft fingers. He could hear both men breathe against him then, as they worked in silence, could feel the scent of champagne off their breaths as they rustled against him sensually, and he moved his hands up in the next moment, gently lacing them around the wrists of the hands working on his shirt tantalizingly slowly. He didn’t know what to do with himself just then; couldn’t really do anything in his newfound blindness, and so he just gave himself completely up for their touches instead.

‘They could do anything to me right now, and I would let them…’

‘Anything…’

‘And I would want them to…’


The last button of his shirt was undone then, and the older, taller man in front of him wriggled his wrists out of his hold in the next moment so he could push the fabric off his shoulders in the gentlest touch, and guide it down his arms until it fell from him and fluttered to the ground with the most beautiful sound, like willowy flapping of butterfly wings.

‘Yes…’

'Anything...'

‘And I would want them to…’


He shivered with the softest sigh as the slight coldness of the hotel room surrounded him in the next moment, enveloped him and prickled against his, now, naked chest, making his nipples harden instantly, sensually, as the muscles of his stomach contracted lightly.

‘God, yes…’

The man in front of him sighed out in appreciation then, and he instinctively knew he was being studied; his unmarred, marble skin, his femininely flat, smooth chest and the glistening diamond belly button ring pierced through his navel. He could almost feel those big, beautiful eyes on him, could almost imagine the look on the other man’s sinfully angelic face even through the darkness that so cruelly kept it from him.

‘I wish I had had more time to look at them before they blindfolded me…’

‘More time to appreciate their beauty…’

‘To memorize it…’


“Have you ever had two men inside of you before, at the same time?” the lesser blonde man asked then, in a soft, whispery voice as his hands trailed down to take over for his lover’s which had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants by then, and the rough fabric was guided slowly down and off his fleshy thighs in the next moment, before he could answer, together with his underwear too, to pool at his ankles.

Meanwhile the younger man’s warm, slightly calloused hands slid around his body again, over his chilled, slender sides and up to caress up and down his naked arms, just touching him now, apparently just feeling the warmth of his skin and the goose bumps rising on it in the wake of the sweet, soft touch. An almost identical sigh of appreciation rustled from him too, then, against the back of his shoulder, a sound he had, of course, heard from his past lovers too, but had never truly appreciated as much as he did just then…

He was now completely naked, say for his jewelry and the silk blindfolds covering his eyes.

‘Two men inside of me…’

‘At the same time…’


“No…” he breathed a little unsurely, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, and he tilted his head a little back, by pure instinct, when the man in front of him moved back up to stand again after having guided the fabric of his jeans completely off his legs, and away from him on the floor.

‘They want to be inside of me… both of them… at the same time…’

“Do you want to try?” the blonder, younger man whispered behind him, and those small hands tightened a bit around his biceps in the most sensually suggestive way then, as unearthly plump lips started kissing a soft, mesmerizing trail over one of his shoulder blades.

‘Do I want to try…?’

‘Of course I want to try…’

'With these two...'

‘How could I not want to try…?’


“Yes,” he replied in the softest sigh then, leaning a little back against the sweet kisses which he felt more clearly than he had ever felt any kisses before; it felt like they were etching a trail of pleasure over his fair skin, goose bumps continuously rising in their wake, and it was in that second that he finally closed his eyes against the blindfolds and let the world of eternal darkness envelope him fully.

‘God, if mere kisses on my skin feel this good…’

‘How will it feel when they start touching me...?’

‘When they’re inside of me…?’

‘When they make me come…?’


The man in front of him cupped his cheeks in the next moment, breaking his spell, and lifted his chin a little, as if they were actually looking into each other’s eyes though all he saw was endless blackness. “Are you sure?” that unbelievably sensual voice whispered then, suddenly so close to him that the warm, champagne-scented breath of it rustled over his lips and into his mouth, filling him.

'Yes...'

‘I do…’


He couldn’t help but tiptoe up then, caught between wanting to push in against those lips so close to his, so close he could almost taste them, and back against the plump ones still drawing a trail of sweet kisses over the tight skin covering the back of one of his shoulder blades.

‘God, I do…’

“Yes.” he answered again, the sincerity in his own voice surprising even himself, and he swallowed just once to gather his courage before he lifted his naked, thin arms slowly, wrapping them around the taller man’s neck with surprising ease. Then, with his cheeks still cupped by warm, strong hands, he pushed in and caught those beautiful lips with his own.

They were what he remembered best of this tall, beautiful stranger he had barely gotten to look at before agreeing to bed him and his lover; his lips, so perfectly shaped, so pouty, pink and kissable…

‘God, how did I end up here…?’

‘Things like this…’

‘Don’t happen in real life…’


He whimpered sensually against those perfect lips then, when the taller of the blondes returned his kiss without hesitation, with fervor, kissing him a little harder and a little deeper than his younger lover had moments earlier, and pushed against him in the most wonderfully dominant way. He shivered then, and tightened his arms around the other man’s neck as the cloth-clad body was pushed in against his own naked, pulsing one, brushing against his already half-hard cock in the most amazing, most torturous way as the deep kiss unfolded.

‘God…’

Their pink tongues kept dancing around each other’s then, as their chests heaved against each other’s in shallow intakes of breaths in between the needy sighs and moans that infiltrated the heavenly kiss, and he realized that most of them were coming from him. He had never been a truly vocal lover, or desperate, but he was the one now pushing to get closer to the other man, pleadingly moaning to get deeper, to get more…

‘I need more…’

‘God, I need more…’

‘Of both of them…’

‘Of anything…’

‘Of everything…’


“Now who’s being greedy?” the less sultry-sexy - but equally sensual - voice whispered against the back of his ear a few moments later, over his shoulder, as the maddening kiss just continued and continued until he was so weak to his knees that the tall, blonde stranger in front of him was literally holding him up by his waist, keeping him from falling from grace like he wanted to - like he seemed to need to - all of the sudden.

‘God…’

The taller man drew away from him in the next moment though, ending the toe-tingling deep, perfect kiss almost torturously abruptly, and he couldn’t help but whimper out in utter desperation, for a moment forgetting anything about being shy or vulnerable as his entire body twitched and pulsed and begged for more. He didn’t get it though, as the other man just wriggled out of his arms in the next second with a sensual chuckle in between the shallow pants rustling off both their now-swollen, prickling lips, filling the otherwise quiet hotel room.

‘But…’

“You heard my lover,” the older blondes whispered in the next moment then, in the most sensually breathy voice, and those strong arms moved from around his waist and up to take hold of his narrow shoulders, to turn him around on the spot again.

‘But…’

His naked body was embraced from behind then, and strong but delicate hands took hold around his wrists to guide his hands up to rest against the chest of the man now facing him, the younger and smaller of the two blondes. His fingers instinctively curled in the soft fabric of his shirt in some meek attempt to steady himself against the deep pants still rustling off his swollen lips, and his lungs ached in his chest in the most pleasantly painful way.

“We’re being greedy,” the man behind him continued huskily as the hands slid from his then, and down, and the warm, cloth-clad body pushed further in against his back as he started undoing his lover’s pants in the same moment; the sound of leather sliding through metal belt loops was unmistakable and, for the first time, so completely and utterly arousing it made him shiver and twitch.

“Undress him. Make him come.”

‘Undress him…’

‘Make him come…’


There was something insanely arousing and alluring about the way the older, taller man was guiding him then, guiding both of them; controlling the situation much like he had controlled the kiss just moments earlier. It was such subtle dominance, so quiet and sweet and utterly perfect, and he felt the younger blonde tremble beneath his fingertips too, clearly feeling the same way about his lover’s ways, clearly as turned on by it as he was too…

‘How can they be so perfect…?’

‘So utterly perfect together…?’


He let his hands trail down over the soft cashmere fabric then, over the femininely flat and yet still clearly muscular chest it covered, until he found the hem of it at the younger man’s slender waist. Then he tugged it back up, slowly and carefully in his blindness, and it was only a second later that the shirt fluttered to the ground and he could run his fingertips over warm, smooth skin instead; could trace two perfect, sensually prominent collarbones running right under it, then flat, taut pecks and finally two hard, pert nipples.

‘God, yes…’

He shivered as he flicked the sensitive nubs between his perfectly manicured fingers almost curiously then, and the younger man’s warm breath rustled against his face in the most amazing moan he had ever heard in his entire life, the sound of it so deep, so sensual it made his cock jump against the air in pure arousal and desire. He flicked them again, and again, as he heard and felt the younger blonde’s pants come undone between them, as the older man behind him undid and unzipped them while breathing softly, quietly, against the back of his shoulder where his lover’s kisses still lingered on the milky skin from earlier.

‘Fuck…’

When the older blonde drew away from his backside moments later then, to move around their bodies to stand behind his young lover instead, he finally trailed his hands down from the hard, sensitive nubs. His fingertips had barely reached the rough fabric of the opened pants before he hooked in it and sunk to his knees, guiding it down and off the other man’s fleshy legs before shifting on the cold, hard floor to get comfortable there.

‘Although I normally never give blowjobs...'

'Or have sex without protection…’

‘Right now…’

‘I just don’t care…’

‘For one perfect night…’

‘I don’t want to have any regrets…’


He ran his hands up and down the smooth, warm thighs before him then, reveling in the unearthly softness he so wished he could see too, before wrapping his one hand around the base of the youngest man’s awakening, quite impressive cock. He was so desperate to move on by then, so desperate to get more, that the deep whimper of utter appreciation and anticipation had barely echoed from the young blonde before he was dampening his lips with the pink snip of his pierced tongue, getting ready to lean in and take him into his mouth.

‘God, yes…’

The room was spinning lightly around him in an overflow of sounds and sensations, of unadulterated arousal and desire, as he finally leaned in and drew his wet tongue over the veiny underside of the soft flesh between his fingers, and, as the familiar salty taste assaulted his taste buds and made his own cock jump between his fleshy thighs, the blindfolds around his eyes were, finally, completely and utterly forgotten.

'Yes...'

All he could focus on then was the unearthly moans spilling from the other man’s lips like honey as he pleasured him, echoing around him and making his skin tingle in desire as he sucked the twitching fleshy into his hot, wet mouth, and down into his tight throat, and the two soft hands which moved up in the next second and entangled in his hair in the sweetest touch, silently urging him to continue.

‘For one perfect night…’

‘I will give them everything…’




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Please give me your opinion on this:
I know it's getting more and more complicated to figure out who's who and who's doing what (as they progress and all), so I'd really like your honest opinions: is it's easily understood (who's who and who's doing what), or is it simply too complicated/bothersome to read?

Although it's not what I wanted with this story, should I let the host ask for their names in chapter three, if that would make it more easy/pleasant to read? What do you think? (/・_・\)

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Chapter one

Bands: Alice Nine.
Characters: Shou, Hiroto, and an unnamed host.
Main pairing: Shou x Hiroto, Shou x Hiroto x host.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, erotica, (long) vignette, PWP/Porn Without Plot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, [mature theme] double penetration, m/m/m, consensual, WAFF/fluff/PWP, light BDSM (blindfolding only).

Information about Shou here.
Information about Hiroto here.

Information about Alice Nine here.
Information about Japanese hosts here and here.

'Heaven Bound' archive page here.

Relative time in play: Unspecified. Could be anytime within the last couple of years.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Summary:
He shuddered against the warmth and pressure of their beautiful bodies against his then, as they sandwiching him between them and shared a deep kiss over his shoulder, and, though he couldn’t see the kiss for the blindfolds drawn over his almond eyes, he could feel it, hear it, and it made his body twitch and ache in want and need.

Yes, he wanted them…

Yes, he would be theirs…

Theirs to kiss…

To take…

To fuck…


~o~

Author's note:

In case any of you are a little thrown by the fact that no one's mentioned by name in this:
I actually don’t want it to be too obvious who the two Jrockers in this story are supposed to be; I want it to be kind of a free pairing, with two Jrockers who look a lot alike, so that’s why I chose Shou and Hiroto; both blonde, both sexy as hell, and both so alike in almost everything…^^;

I do hope however, as the pairing's revealed by the story description, that it quickly becomes obvious who’s who by the small clues (of their heights, voices, touches etc.)…?

Also, about the host; again I wanted to leave him unnamed, because I thought it suited the theme of the story; I really like when it's left up to the reader's imagination to fill in the blanks about a character.

~o~

He shuddered ever so slightly as the silk blinds were tied over his almond eyes, circling around his head, and the world became nothing but a sea of utter blackness. He took a deep breath to steady himself then, to calm his racing heart when a knot was tied behind his head, though he had barely exhaled before his lips were claimed by another pair, a pair so soft and plump they could easily have been mistaken for a woman’s. He gasped softly then, against the kiss, and the other man took full advantage of it, pushing a little more against him to part his lips further with those beautifully plump ones of his own. It was only a second later that a soft, wet tongue snaked into his mouth and sought out his own alike, caressing against it sensually.

‘God…’

Two hands, small and warm, trailed up over his flat chest then, just sliding over the fabric of his shirt in the lightest touch, up over his neck and up to cup his cheeks as the kiss unfolded, and he couldn’t help but notice how the warm tips of the fingers were slightly calloused, almost like a musician’s. He didn’t think much of it though, the callousness, didn’t have the mind to just then as the kiss deepened and deepened until he was sure they would soon melt into one if it didn’t break.

‘I can’t believe it…’

‘My first night and… I end up here…’


He wasn’t sure exactly how he had ended up in the small hotel room, with plump, soft lips moving upon his like that, making him tremble sensually in excitement and anticipation. It wasn’t two hours ago that he had been standing in front of the full-size mirror in his small, dingy one-bedroom apartment at the other end of town, staring at his own reflection disapprovingly, more conscious of his looks then, than he had ever been before…

‘If I had known…’

People had always told him that he was beautiful. Not handsome, no, but beautiful; beautiful like a model, like an actor. It had always just been a fact, a given, and when he had left school and had been allowed to let his hair grow out, to style and dye it and wear any kind of clothes and accessories he wanted, it had only become that much more apparent. Girls fawned over him everywhere he went, no matter what he wore, and he could get almost any man he wanted, even the occasional straight ones that came his way.

He had been blessed, and he knew it.

‘I never saw this coming though…’

Another pair of hands, equally small but even softer, warmer, and with no calluses at the tips, touched against his sides then, playing gently with the hem of his shirt before lifting it up, just a little, and he half-sighed-half-whimpered into the insanely hot kiss when they touched the tight skin stretching out over his prominent hip bones. The fingers caressed the unmarred, marble skin then, almost as if trying to memorize it by the touch alone, sliding up and down tantalizingly slowly in a way that had him aching for more almost instantly.

‘I can’t…’

‘God…’


“Don’t be greedy, baby. We have all night,” the man behind him whispered over his shoulder in the next moment, in the most sensual, most sultry-sexy voice he had ever heard in his entire life, and he quivered at the promise of those words even if they weren’t directed at him; they were a softly whispered warning to the beautiful man who was kissing him so toe-tingling deeply, and it wasn’t until then that he realized that he was actually beginning to feel lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

‘All night…’

He gasped softly when the smaller of the two men drew away from him almost abruptly then, abidingly, and, though he was left panting and trembling now, in the wake of the insanely deep touch, he also didn’t want it to stop. His lungs were burning in his chest, aching with every shallow breath he drew, and he could hear the man in front of him pant in much the same fashion, could feel his warm breath continuously cascade against his prickling lips now that they had broken apart.

'God...'

He instantly wanted to push forth and claim those amazing lips again, but the hands on his hips held him back sensually forcefully, controlling him completely in his newfound blindness.

‘I don’t even know their names…’

He had moved away from home, into his own small apartment two towns over, when he had enrolled into the university about six months earlier. It had been a dream come true for him; to live on his own and support himself - though he quickly learned that such dreams were expensive indeed. Though he had been working part time throughout most of his teenage years, every day after school, and had saved up a pretty penny by the end of it, he had still run out of funds ridiculously quickly after moving. And now, living in the big city with millions and millions of other people, there were no part-time jobs to be found anywhere…

He had been desperate.

‘And now I’m here…’

“He tastes like strawberries,” the man in front of him stated then, when he had stopped panting too, and the small hands released his cheeks in the next moment and trailed down, taking hold of his shoulders instead. He was guided around on the spot then, slowly, sweetly, and, though the blackness before his eyes were the same as seconds earlier, the contours of the man now facing him, and the scent of his breath, weren’t. “Taste him. You’ll love it.” the blonde behind him bid then, in a voice that, though it wasn’t as melodious and sensual as older, taller lover’s who was now in front of him, was definitely both enticing and husky in its own right.

His lips were claimed again then, in a firmer, more demanding touch, by slightly less plump, but equally soft, lips.

‘God…’

‘They’re so alike I don’t even think I would be able to tell them apart now, could I see them…’

‘They’re both more beautiful than any man I’ve ever seen before…’


Just when he had been about ready to call it quits and move back home, when he had been ready to admit defeat and go back to work at his father’s hardware store – something he had sworn to himself he’d never do - a young man had approached him on the street, out of nowhere. This man was by no means as beautiful as he was himself, but he had a charmingly bright smile, beautiful hair and flashy, stylish clothes – and a lot of expensive jewelry. He had introduced himself as a host from a nearby host club and, after a few shallow - but much appreciated - compliments of his beauty, the beautiful stranger had begun explaining the life and trade of a host. A host... Being from a rural area he had only heard tales of these men before, these hosts who got paid to entertain women, but he had never actually thought they truly existed…

And yet there one was now, trying to entice him to join them, to become one of them…

The young host didn’t have to try very hard though; he had said yes almost immediately, right after he had been told how he could possibly earn thousands and thousands of yen a night, from nothing more than drinking and chatting up women. Although he was also warned, between the lines of what he was told, about the downsides of such a career, he hadn’t cared. He had desperately needed the money, as he was living off his very last dime by then, and he was only a few days away from being willing to do anything to be able to pay rent and buy food...

‘They told me I didn’t need to sleep with my ‘dates’…’

‘That I could decide on my own how far I wanted to take it…’

‘But how could I say no to these two?’

‘How could I say no when they wanted me?’


‘Of all the hosts at the club… when they wanted me?’

The new kiss deepened in much the same way as the previous one had, instantly making him feel pliant and weak to his knees against it, and he moaned ever so softly as he melted into the taller man’s stronger embrace.

‘I can’t believe they wanted me…’

‘These two who could have had anybody…’

‘They wanted me…’

‘Me…’


Though he was too caught up in the pleasure of the demanding kiss, and the two sets of hands sliding up and down his body meanwhile, exploring him in almost perfect unison, his senses were already beginning to heighten from the blindfolds. It felt like every nerve ending of his body was on high alert, like every touch was enhanced and etching a path on his skin, and he could hear the breathing of the man behind him clear as day, however soft and quiet it was now, in a way that made him almost able to picture him standing there, pushed in against his back, hands roaming his sides...

‘It feels like a dream…’

“You’re right, baby,” the taller, slightly older man whispered in a honey voice as the deep kiss finally broke moments later, leaving him as aching and panting in its wake as the one before it had too, and he leaned in to momentarily rest against the strong body holding him up; and two pairs of arms wrapped around him then, engulfing him, supporting him almost instinctively, without ever being told to.

‘They must have done this before…’

‘They’re too good at it…’


‘Too good…’

“He does taste like strawberries...” the voice breathed on then, teasingly, against the shell of his ear in the most sensually husky tone he had ever heard in his entire life, and he knew, even before he felt the weight shift against his backside too, that the two men would lean in and kiss over his shoulder in the next moment, and they did.

‘Of course they have done this before…’

‘They made it so easy for me to say yes…’

‘They hadn’t even asked, and I had already said yes…’


He shuddered against the warmth and pressure of their beautiful bodies against his then, as they sandwiching him between them, and, though he couldn’t see the kiss for the blindfolds drawn over his almond eyes, he could feel it, hear it, and it made his body twitch and ache in want and need.

‘Yes, I wanted them…’

‘Yes, I would be theirs…’


‘Theirs to kiss…’

‘To take…’

‘To fuck…’




Next Chapter


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First: please see the Author's Note at the top of the page, in case you missed it

Second: I know this is veeeery different from what I usually write - I would never ever have dreamt of writing a threesome before (because I actually don't find them all that sexy...) - but... I just had to write out this story when the idea came to me... o(*゚ ▽゚ *)o
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Name: Hiroto (ヒロト).
Real name: Ogata Hiroto.
Sex: Male.
Born: May 4, 1985 (age 27).
Origin: Japan.
Genres: Neo-classical rock, pop, dance music, melodic instrumentation and synthesizer.
Occupations: Musician, guitarist.
Instruments: Guitar.
Years active: approx. 2004 - present.
Band: Alice Nine and Karasu.
         (former bands: BAQUEPIA).



Featured in following fics:

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Heaven Bound - currently being uploaded~
Personal Heaven - not uploaded yet~
Tricks of the Tricked - not uploaded yet~
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Name: Shou (将).
Real name: Kohara Kazamasa.
Sex: Male.
Born: July 5,1981 (age 30).
Origin: Japan.
Genres: Neo-classical rock, pop, dance music, melodic instrumentation and synthesizer.
Occupations: Musician, vocalist, bandleader.
Instruments: Lead vocals.
Years active: approx. 2004 - present.
Band: Alice Nine.
         (former bands: Lost Age, Givuss).


And one of the sexiest men of all times ♥


Featured in following fics:

Fallen From Grace - not uploaded yet~
Heaven Bound - currently being uploaded~
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Chapter one

Bands: AnCafe/Antique Cafe.
Characters: Bou, Teruki and mentions of others.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, angstfic, erotica, vignette, one-shot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, angst (hurt/comfort).

Information about Bou here.
Information about Teruki here.
Information about AnCafe here.
'Broken Strings' archive page here.

Relative time in play: Around 2008, approx. one year after Bou left AnCafe, just before their hiatus.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Summary:
Then something caught hold of him, what he didn’t know, and Bou gazed across the room, his onyx eyes landing on the black-and-white photograph which stood neatly framed upon his dresser; they were all there, as always; Teruki, Kanon and Miku, all smiling back at him in a picture of perfect happiness…

Happiness that had once been his, too.



~o~


Author's note:
Just to avoid any confusion; the parts written in italic (like this ) are supposed to be text messages read off a cell phone, and the parts written in italic and framed by 's (like 'this' ) are supposed to be Bou's thoughts.


~o~

Where are you now?

Finland.

Where are you now?

Sweden.

Where are you now?

Germany.


Bou sighed softly and read the message again; Germany. Teruki was in Germany this time…

He shook his head softly in the next second, making platinum blonde strands of silky hair dance across his angelic face before he dumped the pink cell phone down on the bed. Then something caught hold of him, what he didn’t know, and he gazed across the room, his onyx eyes landing on the black-and-white photograph which stood neatly framed upon his dresser; they were all there, as always; Teruki, Kanon and Miku, all smiling back at him in a picture of perfect happiness…

Happiness that had once been his, too.

‘It’s my own fault…’

Bou kept back a tearful sigh of utter despair when he could no longer force himself to look at it, to look at their familiar, ever-smiling faces, and then he threw himself down on the bed, burying his nose in the soft pillow which smelled of lavender-fragranced detergent.

‘Every day…’

‘Being miserable and alone…’

‘It’s my own fault…’


When Bou had left his band only a year earlier he had been sure it had been the right thing to do; there were a lot of reasons why he had chosen to leave, many he had never even disclosed to anyone else but Teruki, but the main reason had been his parents.

Bou had always been a disappointment to his family; dropping out of school at an early age to pursue the unstable life of a musician, dyeing his hair and wearing makeup and dresses, and when his father had suddenly fallen ill, and thus had become unable to continuously support his mother and sisters, or even pay for his own medical treatment, Bou knew he had to come home.

It had been the right thing to do.

'They needed me...'

Still… that wasn’t the whole story; Bou had actually known for some time before his father’s illness that being a part of AnCafe - however much he loved his friends, his fans and his music - was not a part of his destiny, but he had continuously put off dealing with this troubling realization; pushed it into the back of his mind, busied himself to forget because it had been easier that way.

‘I was happy…’

‘I was so happy…’


It had been so easy to forget, to just go through the motions and live life to the fullest as they toured and made the music they all loved so much, as their fame grew and the dream only seemed to expand on and on. And then suddenly… it was just time; time to leave AnCafe; to leave his fans, his friends and his lover. There had been no doubt, and no hesitation, only sadness for those he had left behind.

‘Teruki…’

Or, as he couldn’t help but think of it now; those who had left him behind...

Where are you now?

Brazil.

Where are you now?

The States.


And now suddenly… there was doubt.

Leaving AnCafe…

Leaving his fans…

His friends…

His lover…

Had it really been the right thing to do?

‘I don’t know anymore…’

‘I don’t know…’


Bou’s family was finally happy though; his father was getting better with every day that passed, on account of the radiation and medication, and his mother and sisters were well provided for, too. Bou did everything he was supposed to do, everything that was expected of him; he worked a steady eight to ten job, weekends too, holidays too, and he was no longer a disappointment to anyone. He was, as expected of the eldest - and only - son, now the breadwinner of the family; the prodigal son returned.

And he was unhappy.

More unhappy than he had ever been in his entire life.

‘I miss them…’

‘All of them…’


Since that last legendary concert where he had cried his eyes out on stage, where he had finally said his goodbyes to his old life, Bou had barely seen his friends at all. Miku, Kanon - even Teruki, his best friend and lover - they were all so busy touring, nationally and internationally, so busy with photo shoots and interviews and all those things Bou had turned his back on. His departure hadn’t slowed them down, not even for a second, and though he didn’t want to - though he knew he had no reason to - he resented them for that, just a little bit. He was bitter because of that, just a little bit.

No… he was a disappointment…

To himself.

‘I was the one who left them…’

‘They begged me to stay, and I left…’


Bou was barely able to drag himself up the last flight of the winding stairs, his legs weighing down like pure lead beneath him, and when he finally reached the fourth floor, and the front door of his lousy, one-bedroom apartment, he was out of breath, wheezing and trembling in exhaustion, and something inside his chest hurt in the most worrisome way.

‘Teruki…’

It was almost midnight, and he was just coming home from another fourteen-hour shift at work.

Where are you now?

Chile.


Bou had barely read the reply before he had thrown the small device across the room, making it hit the wall with a pitiful sound of metallic defeat, and he clawed at the silk tie wrapped around his neck like a noose, tearing it off in a fit of unfounded anger. Then he shook his head at himself, at what he had done, at what he had become, just as a river of salt tears leaked from his beautiful eyes and tickled down his rounded, flushed cheeks; making the few blonde strands of bleached hair which had gotten loose from his pony tail stick to his marble skin.

'Teruki...'

'I'm so alone...'

'Please...'


Bou cried freely then, as he did almost every night, knowing that no one would be able to hear him through the thick concrete walls of his unfeeling solitude. No one would have cared anyway.

Where are you now?

Canada.


Where are you now?

Russia.


“You never smile anymore.” his youngest sister told him nonchalantly one summer afternoon as she passed him in the kitchen of their childhood home; she didn’t wait for a reply to her solemn observation, or even turned to look at him, but continued on her way to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water for their father who, that day, felt too weak to get out of bed at all.

She was gone again within a minute, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the small, ramshackled house.

‘I don’t…’

Bou didn’t have an answer for her anyway, had she stopped. What did he have to smile about anymore, anyway? - The man he loved was thousands of miles away, concurring the world, and he was there, in the kitchen of his childhood home, waiting for his mother to return from the garden so he could discreetly slip her the envelope filled with the money he had made working himself to the brink of exhaustion...

His mother would act shocked when he gave it to her, when she opened it and saw the bundle of green, and she would tell him they couldn’t accept it. He would then plead with her to take it; plead and beg, and then in the end she would; she would thank him, tell him they would pay him back - someday. A single tear would even escape the corner of her eye, theatrically, and she would hug him too, awkwardly and quickly, maybe even give him a stoic peck on the cheek with her dried lips.

It was the same dance every time, every month come payday.

Where are you now?

France.


And Bou was falling apart.



Next Chapter


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So, this a one-shot (/the beginning) of Bou and Teruki’s story. It’s pretty angsty, I know, but… yeah…
(。⊃ω⊂。)



Update:
I decided to change this into a one-shot instead a four-chapter story. Although I already know what I want to write for the rest of their story (don't worry, I will write it out for you~), and have actually already written the second chapter already, I want to give this chapter a chance to stand alone because it's very special to me ♥ It contains everything I wanted of this story, what inspired me to write it in the first place, and I came to realize that it would be a shame to link more chapters unto it and ruin the feeling of this chapter alone.

Once I finished writing out the rest of the story I will add it as a sequel to this, which is why I didn't change the NC17 (explicit sex) warnings etc.


OBS: The countries mentioned in this are taken from their actual 2008-2009 world tours (since I felt it would make it more realistic/believable), though there might be a little discrepancy in time since their world tours were in fact fairly short, and I’ve made it seem like a lot more time went by in between the text messages from Teruki. Just FYI(^^;)
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Broken Strings

Band: Antique Cafe/AnCafe.
Characters: Teruki, Bou and mentions of others.
Main pairing: Teruki x Bou.

Rating: NC-17.
Genre/type: Canon, adultfic, angstfic, erotica, vignette, one-shot.
Warnings: Yaoi/homosexuality/slash, NC17, lemon/explicit sex, sexual situations, consensual, angst (hurt/comfort).

Relative time in play: Around 2008, approx. one year after Bou left AnCafe, just before their hiatus.
Relations: Not related to any other plays of mine.

Chapters: One | Done~

Status: Complete uploaded / finished!
                Sequel: 'A Wonderful Day' - can be found here ~♪




Teruki on the left and Bou on the right


More information about Bou  here.
More
information about Teruki  here.
Information about AnCafe  here.
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Hi everyone,

I know it's been about 5 weeks  since any of you have heard from me (and since I've updated anything), and for that I'm soooo sorry... Σ( ̄ロ ̄lll)

I'm in Japan now, finally, just living my life and going to school every day for 9 hours straight (literally><;;), and between that (the unbelievable exhaustion) and the 2-3 concerts I go to every week  with my friends (I've already seen most of my favourite bands<3 oh, happy life~) I simply haven't had time to really be online, less alone write anything...  。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。

However, I think about writing every single day (I already have lots of new ideas for new fics, pairings and scenarios), and I hope I'll be able to write a little here and there from now on, now that I've somewhat gotten used to the fast-pace life in Japan, but please continue to be patient with me ♥

Oh, and I've thought about maybe taking challenges (/plot bunnies), in case anyone has any~?

I miss all of you, and your wonderful and supporting comments ~♪ (o^-^o)

I hope everyone's doing well
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