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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:23 pm
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Holding Ryuukaze's hand was something that the man didn't even need to be told. As Naoko knelt beside his unconscious akuma, his own lithe fingers were clasped over Ryuu's hand, holding it like a life line. "Don't you dare go back to that damned picnic!" Oumori shouted at the unconscious violinist. "I don't care what they say, your a** better be back here!" He hesitated to say that Ryu's a** belonged to NAKO alone... he also failed to put a voice to the desperate need within him to tell Ryu that he belonged WITH the pianist. Was it really Naoko's place to lay such a strong claim to this gorgeous akuma? Amber eyes glared up furiously at Scott. "Get your f*cking car, damnit!" NAKO ordered. Luckily, this paramedic-like next door neighbor of a kid was actually holding the pen-created wound closed, keeping it from bleeding. Naoko and blood were never something one should mix... but even as he held onto Ryu's hand, his amber gaze fell on the blood stains on his clothing. Ryu's blood... Paling significantly, Oumori tried to focus on anything BUT that deep sanguine liquid. Ryuukaze could breath now... but... but then why wasn't he waking up? "DAMNIT, RYU! WAKE UP!"
(((OOC: You guys... I love that shower scene... *drool* Oh and btw... GOMEN! New job training at Chili's was hard core! I was working nights the last 5 days, 3pm-11:30pm (or even 1am) and so I was totally dead and just came home and fell asleep. My normal schedule now is around 10:30am so I've got the lunch shift. So unless I pick up a shift from someone, my schedule til next Thursday (not this Thursday) is lunches so I'll be around in the evenings to post. I just didn't want you guys to think I died!)))
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:56 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:51 pm
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Kawamura Ishi
The kiss almost caught Ishi by surprise. Almost, but not quite. Using his height to his advantage, Ishi cradled Kai’s neck, tilting his head back. His fingers tangled in the singer’s blonde hair. Even wet, Kai’s hair was just was silky as he remembered from last night. Ishi breathed in sharply, feeling Kai’s wandering fingers. He nipped at Kai’s lower lip. Not to be outdone, Ishi slid his free hand down Kai’s side, stopping above his hip. He massaged the skin with his fingers, moving over Kai’s thigh, coming dangerously close, but never quite touching Kai the way he hoped, the way he knew, Kai would want to be touched.
((Sorry I didn’t reply sooner, I got… distracted. It’s like battle of the Semes in there. Sorta. o.0))
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 1:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 5:54 am
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Ryuukaze
One moment he had been there, the next he was gone...and now there was something tugging at Ryu, as if he were being pulled somewhere by a strong thread. There was a red thread tied to him, and the singer couldn't resist letting it take him. He even followed it for a while. As he went on, there seemed to be a light getting closer. The red string was running out. At the end, there was an angel! No...not an angel, but his angel. Naoko.
On the ground, Ryu's eyes flew open. The pain in his body was so incredible it was nearly enough to drag him under again. Tears sprang forth and ran down his cheeks. Moving his eyes, the vocalist locked onto Naoko, so very thankful to see him. Trying to speak, Ryu found that for some reason he couldn't. His neck hurt terribly, and his chest as well. Naoko was there though, and that was a comfort. The injured artist lay there looking at the pianist, eyes pleading, searching for any comfort. Past the fear and pain, however, Ryu's gaze spoke the words for him. I love you, Naoko.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:51 pm
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Kawamura Ishi
Ishi thought he was able to finally relax under Kai’s touch, though his fingers were… maddening to say the least. At least, that’s what Ishi had thought until Kai moved his lips and hands. The drummer craned his neck, exposing it further for Kai. He did not know if Kai was marking him for revenge, or just because he wanted to, but Ishi did not mind. It did not seem like a bad thing for the world to know that the steam in the shower did not necessarily come from the hot water. Ishi watched Kai, taking the man’s fingers into his mouth. He caught the gleam in the singer’s eyes and bit back a smirk. Ishi bit lightly on the digits, keeping them in place, and began working his tongue around them, sucking on them slowly, sensually. Ishi’s ears might not work, but his mouth certainly did. His hand, still massaging Kai’s hip, slid to inside of Kai’s thigh, rubbing small circled on his leg, up and down. It was almost like a contest, though with no real ‘loser.’
((Ah ha! Now that is the real question, the answer to which is not half as steamy (or even a quarter as steamy) as I which it was.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:38 am
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K a i - H i g u r i
Kai, of course, didn't want to show how much he was enjoying Ishi's hand at the moment, or Ishi's lips, for that matter. He was the assertive one in his relationships and goddamn it! He would stick to that. But even Kai's resolute standing couldn't help the small moan that escaped his lips. Though Ishi couldn't hear it, he probably could feel it in Kai's slight change of breath. Having made his mark, Kai trailed his lips back up to Ishi's cheek before pulling back. His expression took on a roguish smile as he saw Ishi's lovely lips enveloping his fingers. Kai moved his hand up from Ishi's bottom to reach behind Ishi and turn off the water. Sure, Ishi looked drop dead gorgeous when wet, but Kai just remembered that Ishi had been out in the rain for a while last night, and that he looked terrible this morning. Being in the shower too long, even under hot water, wasn't going to be good for the man. Of course, what Kai was planning on doing afterwords... Kai wasn't sure if that was particularly better for Ishi's health or not either. Nevertheless, with the water off, Kai figured that that was enough of a signal for Ishi to know that this steam had to move elsewhere. Well, just move. The destination was already picked.
((Perhaps it was the fact that it was near eleven, or around eleven that you posted that, but what exactly was the syntax of that statement?))
N a k a i
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 2:26 pm
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Kawamura Ishi
Ishi made a face at the lack of water. He did not like being wet, one of the many reasons he did not like rain, and now that the spray of hot water had been cut off, the fun had officially left the shower. Besides, without the heat, Ishi could start to feel a headache returning. Though he could think a something that might make him feel better. He tilted his head to the side (Why did you have to turn that off?) pulled back the shower curtain, and stepped out of the bathtub. Ishi left the bathroom without drying off. There was a small twitch to his hips as he walked, put there with the assumption that he still had Kai’s full attention. Ishi settled for sitting himself at the very edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms, hoping that he had not lost Kai’s interest by walking out on him. Perhaps that was what Kai had meant by shutting the water off? No, that wouldn’t be right, while he had been touching Ishi like that.
((I claim no responsibility for anything written after 10pm))
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:34 pm
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K a i - H i g u r i
Kai was a bit miffed by the way things just ended when he had turned off the water. He just figured that Ishi would have gotten more sick had they remained in there any longer, but it seemed that he might have annoyed Ishi somehow instead. Kai's eyes fell on Ishi's swaying hips as Ishi stepped out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Shaking his head to clear himself of the kinky thoughts that were filling it, he noticed that Ishi had not taken the initiative to dry himself off as he escaped the bathroom. Kai picked up a towel as he followed Ishi out. The singer didn't even slow his pace when he saw Ishi in such a compromising position. It showed off his... jewels quite nicely, and of course, Kai couldn't argue with that. Kai stood in front of Ishi, making sure that Ishi saw the smirk that was dominating his expression at the moment, much like how he would be dominating Ishi any moment also... He climbed up onto the bed, straddling Ishi, and leaned over with the towl to dry Ishi's hair, even though Kai was sure that they both would be drenched in sweat soon enough. As Kai was ruffling up Ishi's hair with the towel, he started grinding his crotch against Ishi's.
((Wow. Nice... Oh, and "jewels" is referencing the Flight of the Concords song "Sugar Lumps"))
N a k a i
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:49 pm
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"Ryu..." Naoko had almost thought that his akuma would never wake again... and then it happened. First the violinist's eyes snapped open... but just as quickly were the tears and the grimace of agony. "Ryu!" Oumori cried out, holding tight to the other man's hand. "You'll be fine. I promise. It'll only hurt for a little while. I swear, I won't leave you. I..." I love you, Naoko. He saw the words in that gaze, felt how genuinely Ryuukaze meant them. Looking up to Joe, NAKO nodded. "I can carry him easily. I don't know where the back doors of this building are... so it would be best if you went first and I followed." What the pianist wouldn't have given though for a stretcher! There was the chance that Ryu might ski and thus there were a couple ski poles in his apartment... but Naoko didn't have to time to search for them, or to make a stretcher. Carrying Ryuukaze was going to be precarious... But they really didn't have any other... "OUT OF THE WAY!" Naoko felt himself pushed aside as the paramedics, the very men who had been called seemingly ages ago by the pianist, knelt beside Ryu and began to check over his vitals. They had brought a stretcher...
(((Awww no more steamy shower... time for a towel dry to go down in history, ne? Hehe.)))
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:04 am
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