[KKM] Drabblishy fic-shaped things!
Apr. 30th, 2005 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis is what happens when it is late and I'm bored and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mikkeneko throws tasty KKM screencaps at me.
Title: Serendipity
Pairings: Yuuri/Murata
Rated: Wet nekkid boys... wait, that should be in the warnings. :P
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It was an accident, really. It was just so absurd; one second Yuuri and Murata were taking a walk in the gardens, the next, they were both in the fountain. Then, like clockwork, came the familiar feeling of a tug and a whirl and darkness and light and suddenly they were both tangled together, floating in the public bath. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to be pulled from one world or the other, and suddenly, Yuuri started laughing. Laughing at how unexpected it was to be sitting in a steaming public bath wearing his fine Maou clothing. Murata started laughing shortly after, and they both started pulling off their sodden clothing. After all, barely any time passed on Earth whenever they came back, so they were the last in the public baths, having been pulled after a late night baseball practice.
Yuuri's water-logged jacket landed with a squishy thud beside Murata's equally soaked pants, and they both sighed as they stripped out of their now ruined leather shoes as well. But Yuuri couldn't quite bring himself to leave the bath right away. He stayed in the water, submerging himself until only his head peeked above the steaming water. It was becoming harder to leave... harder to stay on Earth and pretend to be just a regular high school boy.
The water sloshed and Murata waded carefully over. "Yuuri?"
Yuuri remained where he was, gazing into the water, and was surprised when he felt Murata's arm slide over his shoulders comfortingly. His arm was warm... a different kind of warmth from the heat of the bath water.
"Don't worry... I'm sure we'll be back in New Makokou soon."
Yuuri just smiled a little, turning his head to look at Murata. Murata understood -- he always did. Maybe he felt that pull, that longing to not leave as strongly as Yuuri did now.
Murata was smiling, his eyes crinkled up in the corners behind his wet and fogged up glasses. Yuuri laughed a little, and reached up one hand to pull the glasses from Murata's face. The other teen gave him a startled look, his dark eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to refocus his gaze.
And when Yuuri's lips slanted over Murata's, and his arms pulled his best friend closer so that their bare wet chests touched, well...
... that was an accident, too.
EDIT...
Mikke is the most evil bitch ever. She got another drabble out of me.
Title: Secret
Pairing: Yuuri/Murata
Rated: Horny smexy citrus-y boys... wait, that should be in the warnings, too.
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Yuuri is a smart boy. He's never going to tell Wolfram that he lost his virginity to Murata in the back room during a drunken party.
He's never going to tell Wolfram what it felt like to have Murata's body against his, how Murata tasted like vodka and orange juice and how he made the softest little moans once Yuuri's hands slipped under his shirt.
He'll never tell Wolfram about the rush he felt when Murata bucked against him, Yuuri's leg between Murata's as they rubbed and thrust against each other with the rest of the baseball team shouting drunkenly just a hallway away.
Yuuri will also never tell Wolfram what it was like when Murata broke their kiss, his face flushed and glasses askew. He'll never tell what it was like to have Murata slide down to his knees and pull open his pants. What it felt like when a warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock and left Yuuri seeing stars.
Yuuri doesn't even know if he has the words to describe what it felt like, with his hands buried in Murata's dark dark hair, and his cock in Murata's mouth, and Murata making those noises every time Yuuri snapped his hips forward.
And maybe Wolfram wouldn't understand how dazed Yuuri felt when the universe exploded all around him and he looked down and Murata was panting and licking his lips and his glasses were... dirty.
So, Yuuri definitely won't tell Wolfram that he had dragged Murata up, yanked those glasses off and threw them down to the floor where they cracked, but he didn't care because he was pinning Murata against the wall and fucking Murata's mouth with his tongue and had his hand down Murata's pants and was jerking him off so roughly that Murata kept making those sounds deep in the back of his throat.
And Yuuri will never tell Wolfram, or anyone else for that matter, how beautiful Murata looks when he comes. Except maybe Murata.
mikkeneko throws tasty KKM screencaps at me.Title: Serendipity
Pairings: Yuuri/Murata
Rated: Wet nekkid boys... wait, that should be in the warnings. :P
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It was an accident, really. It was just so absurd; one second Yuuri and Murata were taking a walk in the gardens, the next, they were both in the fountain. Then, like clockwork, came the familiar feeling of a tug and a whirl and darkness and light and suddenly they were both tangled together, floating in the public bath. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to be pulled from one world or the other, and suddenly, Yuuri started laughing. Laughing at how unexpected it was to be sitting in a steaming public bath wearing his fine Maou clothing. Murata started laughing shortly after, and they both started pulling off their sodden clothing. After all, barely any time passed on Earth whenever they came back, so they were the last in the public baths, having been pulled after a late night baseball practice.
Yuuri's water-logged jacket landed with a squishy thud beside Murata's equally soaked pants, and they both sighed as they stripped out of their now ruined leather shoes as well. But Yuuri couldn't quite bring himself to leave the bath right away. He stayed in the water, submerging himself until only his head peeked above the steaming water. It was becoming harder to leave... harder to stay on Earth and pretend to be just a regular high school boy.
The water sloshed and Murata waded carefully over. "Yuuri?"
Yuuri remained where he was, gazing into the water, and was surprised when he felt Murata's arm slide over his shoulders comfortingly. His arm was warm... a different kind of warmth from the heat of the bath water.
"Don't worry... I'm sure we'll be back in New Makokou soon."
Yuuri just smiled a little, turning his head to look at Murata. Murata understood -- he always did. Maybe he felt that pull, that longing to not leave as strongly as Yuuri did now.
Murata was smiling, his eyes crinkled up in the corners behind his wet and fogged up glasses. Yuuri laughed a little, and reached up one hand to pull the glasses from Murata's face. The other teen gave him a startled look, his dark eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to refocus his gaze.
And when Yuuri's lips slanted over Murata's, and his arms pulled his best friend closer so that their bare wet chests touched, well...
... that was an accident, too.
EDIT...
Mikke is the most evil bitch ever. She got another drabble out of me.
Title: Secret
Pairing: Yuuri/Murata
Rated: Horny smexy citrus-y boys... wait, that should be in the warnings, too.
------------------------
Yuuri is a smart boy. He's never going to tell Wolfram that he lost his virginity to Murata in the back room during a drunken party.
He's never going to tell Wolfram what it felt like to have Murata's body against his, how Murata tasted like vodka and orange juice and how he made the softest little moans once Yuuri's hands slipped under his shirt.
He'll never tell Wolfram about the rush he felt when Murata bucked against him, Yuuri's leg between Murata's as they rubbed and thrust against each other with the rest of the baseball team shouting drunkenly just a hallway away.
Yuuri will also never tell Wolfram what it was like when Murata broke their kiss, his face flushed and glasses askew. He'll never tell what it was like to have Murata slide down to his knees and pull open his pants. What it felt like when a warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock and left Yuuri seeing stars.
Yuuri doesn't even know if he has the words to describe what it felt like, with his hands buried in Murata's dark dark hair, and his cock in Murata's mouth, and Murata making those noises every time Yuuri snapped his hips forward.
And maybe Wolfram wouldn't understand how dazed Yuuri felt when the universe exploded all around him and he looked down and Murata was panting and licking his lips and his glasses were... dirty.
So, Yuuri definitely won't tell Wolfram that he had dragged Murata up, yanked those glasses off and threw them down to the floor where they cracked, but he didn't care because he was pinning Murata against the wall and fucking Murata's mouth with his tongue and had his hand down Murata's pants and was jerking him off so roughly that Murata kept making those sounds deep in the back of his throat.
And Yuuri will never tell Wolfram, or anyone else for that matter, how beautiful Murata looks when he comes. Except maybe Murata.
