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Title: Tattoos Fade
Author: Warhol's Darling
Pairings: Miyavi X Ruki, Aoi X Ruki; very very briefly mentioned Miyavi X Yoshiki, Shou X Hiroto, Uruha X Tora
Rating: err... pg?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, or anything. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream - apparently.
Warnings: Angst, kissing, talk of ravaging
Summary: Getting over an unwanted break-up is tough, even if you have someone else.
Notes: Because if there's a party in my fics, you can be damn sure that it's Shou's. Get me, all updating!! Title from a World Inferno Friendship Society song (A band I discovered whilst being dragged to see the worst band I have ever seen live... Aquabats... what a load of shi....)

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( You're hoping for some permanence, but there really is no place for this. Your tattoos, they're gonna fade. )

Title: In The Privacy of our Love
Author: Warhol's Darling
Pairings: Yoshiki X Miyavi
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I made this all up, which makes me either a liar, or an artist. It's a ll a matter of perspec
Warnings: A teeeeensy bit of violence (teeeeeeeensy), bad language. Probably not even NC-17, cos there's no actual sex.
Summary: 'Miyavi had been wondering why Yoshiki was so irritable today, and he wondered even more when the drummer folded his arms and spoke with a tone that verged on contempt.'
Notes: I know, I know. Lack of posting again recently. I'm writing all my fics! I swear. But I finished this, so it's time to post! :D I shall be blogging about my... erm... crazy experiences soon. For now, enjoy the angst of fiction. Title is a song by Hot chip.
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Title: X Yours-sama
Author: Warhol's Darling
Pairings: Ruki X Miyavi
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I just do not own these people. Also these aren't real. I didn't 'find' them, I made them up.
Warnings: Bad language, pointlessness. Drrrrrty talking... etc etc
Summary: Miyavi gets bored on tour and emails Ruki.
Notes: So I've posted all these like this, because, frankly I'm tired and pissed off and can't be bothered to sort them properly. But they're quicker to read this way, I guess. Sorry it's been suuuuch a long time since I've posted (i know, I'm always saying that, but it's true!) I've been obnoxiously busy with... yeah. Enjoy.
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Title: Dream Attack
Author: Warhol's Darling
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, others in second part
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This isn't real, they aren't mine. They aren't even each other's.
Warnings: Swearing, Uruha being an idiot, later sex sex sex
Summary:  "It had occurred to him that this wasn't the best way to woo the man he'd been having wet dreams about for the past couple of months"
Notes: WOoooooooooot, I post something. This was actually for  cherryrazor  some time ago. Second part to come. Title is a song by the awesome New Order. Love them, dammit.

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( Nothing in this world can touch the music that I heard )
 

Uruha turned the key as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake the occupant of the apartment. He wondered if this could be classed as trespassing, it didn't count if the owner gave you a key, did it? He didn't let the thought bother him too much, just for the amount of time it took to get into the apartment. It had occurred to him that this wasn't the best way to woo the man he'd been having wet dreams about for the past couple of months, in fact, it might have the total opposite effect and put him off completely, but, he'd decided. And once Uruha had decided something, he stuck to it.

He slipped off his shoes and padded through the dark hallway to the lounge, finding his way in the dark by memory alone. He knew Aoi's bedroom door was on the far side of the room, and luckily there was a good deal of light coming in from the street outside so he could find a path that was safe from furniture. He reached the door, hesitating once his hand was on the handle. He wasn't completely sure of what he was going to do once he was inside. Waking Aoi up with soft kisses seemed like a good idea... but he thought that first he'd open the damn door, then he could figure out what would actually be a good idea.

He turned the handle very, very slowly, careful that it didn't make a sound; he just prayed that Aoi was fast asleep.

The room was pitch black, the heavy curtains blocking out any light that might filter in through the window. But Uruha could vaguely make out the shape of the large bed, and a still, sleeping mound beneath the covers. His heart fluttered. He was so close to his goal now, the object of his desires. Fuck did he want Aoi.

He moved closer to the bed, removing his jacket as he went, how had it become so hot suddenly? He laid it on the chair nearby. He paused. He might as well remove his shirt now too, the thought of having his naked skin next to Aoi... yeah, he liked that thought. A lot. He unbuttoned his jeans with the exact same thought in mind, pushing them down over his legs. This hadn't exactly been in his mind when he'd arrived at the apartment, but it seemed sort of perfect now, maybe, if Aoi had any doubts about this he'd get over them more easily if he could feel soft, warm skin against him...

Or maybe it was just some bizarre way of stalling for time? He was still standing at the side of the bed looking down. He was sure about this. Wasn't he? He thought about the basis on which he'd decided this was a good idea. He'd been sure that Aoi had given him some indication that maybe he liked him back, but there was always a doubt of course. And never had he had more doubt in his mind than he did now. It wasn't too late to leave, he thought. He could put his clothes back on and stop being stupid and weird. Would Aoi think he was weird to do this? He frowned.

Aoi made a murmuring sound in his sleep, turning onto his back. It was such a cute, endearing sound... Uruha had to at least try. He lifted the duvet as little as possible before climbing into the bed. It shifted Aoi as Uruha's weight was added, and Uruha held his breath as the other man murmured again. It was so warm under the duvet, and swore he could feel Aoi's heart beating.

Okay, he thought, this is it. He lifted himself up a little so that he could look into Aoi's peaceful face. The other man had a gentle smile on his lips, his bare chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths. Uruha leant down and brushed his lips over Aoi's smile. He didn't wake up, but he did make a very quiet sound of pleasure that Uruha felt billow over his face in hot breath. It was so perfect. He hoped it would stay perfect when Aoi finally woke up, and he knew that was inevitable.

He allowed his hand to fall upon Aoi's chest, slow fingers tracing the lines of muscle as he gazed at the sleeping man of his dreams. He looked so happy, Uruha wondered what he was dreaming about. How perfect it'd be if Aoi were dreaming of him.

'You're perfect,' Uruha whispered, lowering his head so that he could touch Aoi's collarbone with his lips.

He trailed his mouth across exquisite shoulders, and he felt his entire body tingle at the sensation. Was Uruha actually the one who was dreaming? But it wasn't quite a perfect dream yet, not until he knew that Aoi wasn't just receiving his attention because he was asleep and had no conscious choice. He wanted Aoi to want this too.

He lifted his head again, his face close to Aoi's. He was surprised that the other man hadn't woken up yet, maybe he thought the sensations were simply part of his dream, but Uruha wanted him to wake now. And he was sure that he knew how to do it.

'Aoi,' he whispered before pressing his mouth softly to Aoi's.

He lingered that way momentarily, and then pressed a little harder, his body bearing down against Aoi's more fully. His brain seemed to go numb when he heard a soft moan, and those incredible lips returning the pressure. Uruha dared to open his eyes, but Aoi's were still closed... was he still asleep?

But the arms that wrapped around his body, pulling him closer, told him that he was at least in some state of consciousness. And the lips began to work against his of their own volition. It was... it was exactly what Uruha had hoped for.

A groan shivered through Uruha's body when the hands began trailing down his spine, and then...

'Ouch!' Uruha cried as he was flung off of Aoi and off the edge of the bed.

He landed on the floor with a thump, his elbows colliding harshly with the floor.

'What the fuck are you doing?!' Aoi shouted, flicking on the too-bright bedside lamp.

Uruha looked up to see him kneeling on the bed, staring down at him with a look that was as far from the state of happy arousal that Uruha had hoped to see.

'What did you do that for?' Uruha complained rubbing his tender elbows.

'What did I...? Because some fucking person was in my fucking bed, that's why!' Aoi shouted.

'I...' Uruha blushed.

'I thought I was being attacked or... or...' Aoi threw his arms up in exasperation.

'You were kissing me back!' Uruha thought he should try to defend himself.

'I was asleep.'

Uruha's blush deepened. What was he thinking? How had he thought this could ever be a good idea? This practically was assault. 'I – I'm sorry, I just thought...'

'You thought what? That you'd break into my apartment and scare the shit out of me? Fuck, Uruha, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane?' Aoi was shaking his head, he looked incredibly angry.

'I – I'm sorry, I was... I thought...' he felt immensely stupid. There was only one thing he could do to ease the embarrassment. He grabbed his clothes and fled the room as speedily as possible.

He hopped through the lounge, attempting to re-cover his body as he stumbled over furniture.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid

He'd blown it. He'd totally blown it.

He reached the hallway door, pausing to put his legs into his jeans. He didn't bother with the button, he could do that once he was outside and had put the source of his humiliation far behind him. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could even deny that this ever happened, he could just convince Aoi that he'd been dreaming.

'Uruha.' Aoi's voice.

But Uruha didn't turn around. He couldn't face Aoi now.

He heard his name being called again as he pushed open the door hastily.

And again.

'Uruha,' this time he let out a breath as a hand dug into his shoulder, spinning him around without care for his comfort.

Aoi held his shoulder with incredible strength, and that, combined with the frightening look in his eyes, kept Uruha from breaking away.

'I'm sorry, Aoi...' he said, not able to make eye contact.

'What were you thinking?' Aoi's tone was somewhat severe.

Uruha shook his head, he didn't want to explain his stupidity. He felt like it had been exposed more than enough for one night.

Aoi sighed, 'come back in and talk to me, okay?'

It was more a demand than a request, and the hand that was pulling him was hardly conducive to allowing Uruha to refuse. He felt himself being flung onto the sofa, his eyes assaulted by yet another unexpectedly bright lamp.

'So are you going to explain?' Aoi asked.

Uruha was glad when Aoi sat beside him, it was far too uncomfortable having him looming over him. He wasn't comfortable with the closeness they now had though. He shifted awkwardly. 'I didn't... I thought you... I just wanted to let you know that... that I kinda, possibly, might like you.'

Aoi raised an eyebrow and just stared.

Uruha made another awkward shift.

'Might?' Aoi echoed. 'Couldn't you have just said something along the lines of: “Aoi, I think I might like you?” Wouldn't that have been easier?'

Uruha blushed, his way had seemed easier at the time. 'I was shy.'

'Shy?' Aoi blinked, 'you were shy? Uru, shy people don't climb into other people's beds uninvited and start mauling them.'

'Are you mad at me?' Uruha asked fearfully.

There was a silent pause in which Uruha could hear his own heart beating. Then Aoi made a strange sound.

'I'm not mad at you, I just... the thing is... I'm flattered and everything but...'

Uruha made his own strange sound, a kind of guttural wail that exuded from him very quietly. 'I knew it, you don't like me...'

A gentle hand rested on his forearm, and there were those damn tingles again. 'It's not that I don't like you, it's... I'm kind of seeing someone.'

Uruha's eyes shot to meet Aoi's. Had he heard correctly? He was sure that Aoi had just said...

'Who?' he asked, 'you never said...'

Aoi stroked his arm a little, 'Ruki.' He said the name softly and in such a way that Uruha didn't need to ask him to confirm again. He said it like it was true, he said it like he... Uruha's heart broke in two, that was something he was sure of.

'Ru – Ruki... I – I didn't know.' He hung his head, feeling a prize fool, and not for the first time that night.

'We kind of wanted to keep it quiet for now. You know, so that we could get used to being together and...' Aoi was trying to suppress a huge smile, Uruha could tell. And that hurt more than anything. Not only was Aoi with someone else, but he was with Ruki, and he was happy.

'Y – you kissed me back because you thought I was Ruki...' yeah, it was pretty clear now.

Aoi didn't answer. Uruha felt his chin being tilted, his eyes being forced to meet Aoi's again.

'Don't be embarrassed.' Aoi told him.

How could he not be embarrassed? He'd really made an idiot of himself and there wasn't much he could do to save face now.

'I'm sorry.' he said.

Aoi smiled, and that was just annoying because Uruha wanted to kiss those full lips far too much, and now knew that he most likely never could again. 'Really, don't be. Like I said, I'm flattered.'

There was a silence that probably only Uruha found uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to just get away and be miserable alone.

'I should get going...' he said.

'You're here now, you might as well stay the rest of the night.'

Uruha's eyes widened.

'I'll get some blankets for you, the couch is pretty comfortable.'

Oh, Uruha thought. The couch.

He nodded, even though his brain was telling him to just decline politely and go home. Aoi disappeared to find the blankets, giving Uruha plenty of time to think about how uncomfortable the night was going to be.

TAG! You're it! theklewerz said. I love these kinds of music things cos listening to das musics makes me happy. Even happier when it's new musacs that are awesome.

The rules are, list seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now (I swear I'll listen to each and every one of them). Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.


Maybe a bit superfluous for me to do this, I seem to recommend a song with every fic I write.. though granted I don't write nearly so much as I should.... ahem. On with it.

I'm very fickle, so I judge songs I really like right now by whether or not I skip them when they come up on my music player.


1) Song: 悲ミノ果テ ('Kanashimi no Hate', Sorrow's End, I believe)
     Artist: MUCC
     Album: Kuchiki no tou

             I never bothered looking up what this one means until recently. It's summat about death and stuff. That's as far as I got before I got bored. Anyway, it's one of those songs that are just really easy to listen to. It flows well, it's pretty rousing, and, though I'm not really sure what they're saying, I damn well agree, and want to scream in the middle of the train and scare the passengers with my wailings about the injustice of the world. I was actually introduced to this band by a Japanese guy who said that The Gazette were a girl's band. Difficult claim to deny.

2) Song: The Mercy Seat
     Artist: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
     Album: Tender Prey (originally, there are loooooooooots of versions)
    
            I could seriously choose any one of this man's songs. But hey ho. The thing about this song (and any Nick Cave song, in actual fact) is that it's so perfectly written. Even more so when you know a bit about his life. This is, like, the quintessential Nick Cave song. It's about a man on death row, but, I guess it could be a metaphor for his life in general (he had a reputation for being a bit of a... miscreant, both in life and relationships). You have to actually listen to the lyrics in this guy's songs, cos... yeah, he's the best song writer I've ever heard, you just have to LISTEN dammit. I actually didn't like him when I first heard him, cos his voice isn't the best, but I actually think he's my favourite singer now too. I dunno. I could gush about him all day. If you wish to hear more of my ramblings, please contact me. I'll be happy to oblige. Johnny Cash did a cover of this song, but it's a bit shitty.
         P.S. check out the violins at the end. My god, it's just... sigh.


3) Song: Nyquil
     Artist: AFI
     Album: Answer That and Stay Fashionable

             I truly believe this is the soundtrack to my whole existence. It's one of AFI's early songs, when they were a bit less tra la la and a bit more tra la fuckin la. And when their songs were about stupid things. This one is about how he just wants to stay in bed, and please don't wake him the fuck up. Yeah, that's how I feel. AFI win, and it's not just because I would very much like to have sex with Davey Havok. He's actually a pretty ugly bastard, and I appreciate their music... hahahha. I really do, how sad is that. He's another one who really can't sing that well, but whose voice I adore.


4) Song: Don't Leave
     Artist: Faithless
     Album: Forever Faithless
     
              Gorgeous song. I actually wrote a ficlet to this song. I might post it later. It's just... really nice. Sweet and innocent, and it's sad, but it's kinda... I dunno, it has a happy edge. I can see a whole little scene playing out in my head when I listen to it. Probably why a ficlet came easily. It's simple too, but it feels good.


5) Song: Start Wearing Purple
     Artist: Gogol Bordello
     Album: Underdog World Strike

                  I have a lot to thank my ex for. Mostly music. He introduces me to the best music. I won't ever admit that to him, of course. Anyway. This song does that thing where you're like... just sitting there listening and then before you know it, your shoulders are doing a little dance and then, in no time, you're up trying to do a dance that isn't physically purple. Great song, all their songs are pretty awesome. Gypsy punks ftw. And it has an important message: start wearing purple, bitches.


6) Song: Bleeding Love
     Artist: Leona Lewis
     Album: Sometimes I have no shame and just like random songs from shit artists, ok? I don't know the album, in other words.

               I first heard this on the XFactor, or similar. Now, I hate this woman's voice. I. HATE. IT. Seriously. I hate everything about it. EVERYTHING. But, my god, this song is actually rather beautiful. And, out of interest I looked up the writer, primarily because I like songs with religous imagery, and also because I'm always surprised when a pop song is written well. I saw him on This Morning once, and he has his own band. I forget his name. His band were a bit crap. Anway, yeah, if you can, listen to the live version she did when she went back on the x factor, cos it's the only version I like. On all the others the bass seems to be lost a bit. The live one is just... basstasm. The only thing that could improve this song would be to have someone else sing it. UGH. What's with all that fuckin woahahahahahahhhaaoaoaoaoaa shit? WHY. If you have a good voice you don't need that crap, it just hides the way you sound and makes you sound like a div. Whatever. Yeah, anyway, I think the same writer wrote her second single, which is also full of all that lovely religous imagery. But I didn't like that enough to get past the first few seconds of her voice. This one made it on the back of the lyrics and the amazing bass.


7) Song: Bela Lugosi's Dead
     Artist: Bauhaus
     Album: Crackle (a best of album, but I think originally it was like, their first single, which means it's one of the very first goth releases)

       I love Bauhaus. I really do. And this song has the added bonus of being over 9 and a half minutes long and consisting of Peter Murphy singing 'UNDEAD UNDEAD. BELA LUGOSI'S DEAD' on a loop for those 9 minutes. Plus a few other random little lines about coffins and bats. You HAVE to love that. Also the fact that, though it is a rather sparse and long song, I can listen to the whole thing and not feel the need to skip. A miracle. Yeah, I freakin love this band.
         



So yup, there it is. I talk to much about music. I might make it my new year's resolution to stop.... pfft, as if.

 

Everyone tagged. Or something.
Over and out.
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