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writetomyheart2012-10-02 09:40 am
kira-shadow.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2012-10-02 09:40 am
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[Team 1] Scarlet
Uh...this is random, yes. And yes, I have been on a bit of a Kisumai-Girls thing lately.
True colors. Fujigaya was pretty sure that he was seeing just that right now. And he didn’t mean the trickle of scarlet that was running down Kitayama’s neck.
He’d been mildly annoyed at the other when he’d seen his group-mate walk off with two girls at some point during the drama after party. As much as they were used as a promotion vehicle, too many scandals couldn’t be healthy. So despite himself, he had gone to check on the other (one girl wouldn’t have been so much of a problem but two? What did they see in Kitayama anyway?).
What he’d found in the backroom of the club though, had been nothing like what he had expected.
Of course he had experienced people being different from what their really were, he had experienced people showing him their true colors away from the cameras or other prying eyes but this was going beyond anything he had experienced so far, seen so far and believed in until now.
It wasn’t even the fact that the girl straddling Kitayama right now was a vampire of some sorts – she had long canines and was sucking his blood, so that was a dead giveaway he supposed – but that she had a striking resemblance to someone he knew very well. Himself. Just that it wasn’t him and she was a she and not a he and had long, brown curls and nice, gentle curves instead of short, now black hair and not so round edges.
And then there was the expression on Kitayama’s face. He looked like there was nothing better in the world than to get his blood sucked by Fujigaya’s female vampire alter-ego. For the lack of a better word, Fujigaya would have described the expression as ecstatic or even orgasmic but there was no bulge in the other’s pants and there was no foreplay or anything of the sort going on.
It made Fujigaya curious.
“It feels good, I promise,” a silky voice suddenly whispered into his ear and he jumped a little at it.
Turning to his side, he looked down at Kitayama’s face and yet not. It was softer and maybe even a little younger. It was also framed by short, brown locks. Looking further down he found two very respectable sized breasts as well. Tearing his eyes away from them, he asked, “Am I hallucinating? Dreaming?”
“Maybe?” she smiled at him and her long fangs showed a little as she did so. She grabbed onto his arm and pulled him further into the dark room and onto a couch at the back.
Fujigaya seemed to have lost control over his own body. He just let her lead him, let her straddle him and did not protest when he felt lips on his. On the contrary, he felt himself kissing her back hungrily and heard himself making a soft noise of loss when she pulled away. The noise turned into a soft whine when she kissed her way down his collarbone and neck.
“I will give you pleasure that you’ve never experienced before. Be careful not to let it blow your mind,” her silky voice whispered into his ear again and all Fujigaya found himself capable of doing right then was to nod.
A sharp pain made him jump and for a split second his mind cleared again as he realized that she had just bitten him, just sunk her fangs into his neck. The moment of clarity was only brief though and a second later, his mind was pulled into a pool of pleasure. Pleasure so strong and exquisite that it almost blew his mind for real. It was an instant orgasm without foreplay and without stimulation, out of the blue. Fujigaya could hear himself moaning as his lifeblood was sucked up by Kitayama’s girl-version lookalike.
~*~
Hiroko licked her lips when she finished and left Fujigaya Taisuke on the couch to recover from what had just happened. She smiled briefly at the expression of pure bliss still on his face.
“You took too much from him,” a voice remarked behind her and Hiroko felt herself getting pulled off the warm lap she’d been sitting in and back up onto her feet.
Snorting softly, she commented, “Speak for yourself. My alter-ego looks more than depleted.”
“They’ll live,” Tai-chan looked at the other. Her eyes glowed a soft pink. “Give me a taste, Hiroko.” It wasn’t a request, she was demanding it, making it an order.
“You could have just tasted him yourself,” Hiroko looked at the other.
“That would have been weird,” Tai-chan huffed. “I’m not as into myself as you are.”
“I bet your male counterpart would beg to differ,” Hiroko smirked.
“Shut up. I’m not him. We’re not them, we’re not like them,” Tai-chan growled and grabbed the shorter female to pull her into a kiss. The tastes of their other respective selves mingled in their mouths.
Hiroko grinned when the kiss was broken again, “Mmmh, I gotta try myself next time.”
“That sounds so wrong you pervert.”
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True colors. Fujigaya was pretty sure that he was seeing just that right now. And he didn’t mean the trickle of scarlet that was running down Kitayama’s neck.
He’d been mildly annoyed at the other when he’d seen his group-mate walk off with two girls at some point during the drama after party. As much as they were used as a promotion vehicle, too many scandals couldn’t be healthy. So despite himself, he had gone to check on the other (one girl wouldn’t have been so much of a problem but two? What did they see in Kitayama anyway?).
What he’d found in the backroom of the club though, had been nothing like what he had expected.
Of course he had experienced people being different from what their really were, he had experienced people showing him their true colors away from the cameras or other prying eyes but this was going beyond anything he had experienced so far, seen so far and believed in until now.
It wasn’t even the fact that the girl straddling Kitayama right now was a vampire of some sorts – she had long canines and was sucking his blood, so that was a dead giveaway he supposed – but that she had a striking resemblance to someone he knew very well. Himself. Just that it wasn’t him and she was a she and not a he and had long, brown curls and nice, gentle curves instead of short, now black hair and not so round edges.
And then there was the expression on Kitayama’s face. He looked like there was nothing better in the world than to get his blood sucked by Fujigaya’s female vampire alter-ego. For the lack of a better word, Fujigaya would have described the expression as ecstatic or even orgasmic but there was no bulge in the other’s pants and there was no foreplay or anything of the sort going on.
It made Fujigaya curious.
“It feels good, I promise,” a silky voice suddenly whispered into his ear and he jumped a little at it.
Turning to his side, he looked down at Kitayama’s face and yet not. It was softer and maybe even a little younger. It was also framed by short, brown locks. Looking further down he found two very respectable sized breasts as well. Tearing his eyes away from them, he asked, “Am I hallucinating? Dreaming?”
“Maybe?” she smiled at him and her long fangs showed a little as she did so. She grabbed onto his arm and pulled him further into the dark room and onto a couch at the back.
Fujigaya seemed to have lost control over his own body. He just let her lead him, let her straddle him and did not protest when he felt lips on his. On the contrary, he felt himself kissing her back hungrily and heard himself making a soft noise of loss when she pulled away. The noise turned into a soft whine when she kissed her way down his collarbone and neck.
“I will give you pleasure that you’ve never experienced before. Be careful not to let it blow your mind,” her silky voice whispered into his ear again and all Fujigaya found himself capable of doing right then was to nod.
A sharp pain made him jump and for a split second his mind cleared again as he realized that she had just bitten him, just sunk her fangs into his neck. The moment of clarity was only brief though and a second later, his mind was pulled into a pool of pleasure. Pleasure so strong and exquisite that it almost blew his mind for real. It was an instant orgasm without foreplay and without stimulation, out of the blue. Fujigaya could hear himself moaning as his lifeblood was sucked up by Kitayama’s girl-version lookalike.
~*~
Hiroko licked her lips when she finished and left Fujigaya Taisuke on the couch to recover from what had just happened. She smiled briefly at the expression of pure bliss still on his face.
“You took too much from him,” a voice remarked behind her and Hiroko felt herself getting pulled off the warm lap she’d been sitting in and back up onto her feet.
Snorting softly, she commented, “Speak for yourself. My alter-ego looks more than depleted.”
“They’ll live,” Tai-chan looked at the other. Her eyes glowed a soft pink. “Give me a taste, Hiroko.” It wasn’t a request, she was demanding it, making it an order.
“You could have just tasted him yourself,” Hiroko looked at the other.
“That would have been weird,” Tai-chan huffed. “I’m not as into myself as you are.”
“I bet your male counterpart would beg to differ,” Hiroko smirked.
“Shut up. I’m not him. We’re not them, we’re not like them,” Tai-chan growled and grabbed the shorter female to pull her into a kiss. The tastes of their other respective selves mingled in their mouths.
Hiroko grinned when the kiss was broken again, “Mmmh, I gotta try myself next time.”
“That sounds so wrong you pervert.”
Your turn
ryogrande \:D/