Two for the price of one headache
Mar. 25th, 2006 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rahmiSince I didn't post anything yesterday, I've decided to post two drabbles today. Though I don't know why I feel bad, considering no one actually knows about this journal anyway. *shrugs* Just bored I guess.
Fandom: One Thousand and One Nights
Characters: Shahryar, Sehara
Pairing: Shahryar/Sehara
The way the boy trembled under his palm reminded Shahryar of a wounded bird, all shivery delicate bones and terrified fluttering heartbeats. He stroked the side of a sharp shoulder blade just to feel the trembling increase, to see the way the boy's honey pale eyes dilated. Shahryar wound the fingers of his free hand through the long fair hair, and pulled the boy's head up.
"Are you afraid," he asked, whisper soft in the quiet of his bedchamber, and the boy made a sound that sent hot tendrils drifting down through the rest of him. He smirked then, pulling the boy close to feel bare skin on his own, soft and perfumed in a way that he had never known male flesh to be.
If he thought the boy was shaking before, it was nothing compared to the quivering now. Hardened nipples moved low on his chest to the rhythym of stuttering breath, and the boy emitted that sound again, sweet and innocent and perfect.
Shahryar was lost and he didn't care.
Fandom: Land of the Blindfolded
Characters: Junya Namiki, Masahiro Namiki
Pairing: None
Mom asked him, once, why he'd stopped giving her flowers. He'd blinked at her and headed to practice without a word, confused and a little worried. He'd never given her flowers.
Then he'd seen a flash of pale hair and turned, just like he always did, searching for a ghost that didn't want to be found. And he'd stopped and stared, because he knew that pale boy, though he had never heard him laugh. Masahiro, Masahiro; he had a moment of pure elation, of finding the one thing in the world he thought was gone forever, and then jealousy hit like a basketball to the face.
He had never seen Masahiro laugh, never heard such a carefree sound from his withdrawn brother.
Words were spewing from Junya's mouth before he could think, wanting to hurt for being hurt, wanting Masahiro to prove that he was still Oniichan, still capable of caring for him.
Masahiro wasn't, of course. As distant and unapproachable as he had been for years, so Junya went to his basketball. When he crashed into a hard body instead of the wall that afternoon, he didn't think much of it. But the hand that briefly touched his own was pleasantly, familiarly cool.
In the instant before Masahiro turned away, he looked as lost as Junya felt.
Fandom: One Thousand and One Nights
Characters: Shahryar, Sehara
Pairing: Shahryar/Sehara
The way the boy trembled under his palm reminded Shahryar of a wounded bird, all shivery delicate bones and terrified fluttering heartbeats. He stroked the side of a sharp shoulder blade just to feel the trembling increase, to see the way the boy's honey pale eyes dilated. Shahryar wound the fingers of his free hand through the long fair hair, and pulled the boy's head up.
"Are you afraid," he asked, whisper soft in the quiet of his bedchamber, and the boy made a sound that sent hot tendrils drifting down through the rest of him. He smirked then, pulling the boy close to feel bare skin on his own, soft and perfumed in a way that he had never known male flesh to be.
If he thought the boy was shaking before, it was nothing compared to the quivering now. Hardened nipples moved low on his chest to the rhythym of stuttering breath, and the boy emitted that sound again, sweet and innocent and perfect.
Shahryar was lost and he didn't care.
Fandom: Land of the Blindfolded
Characters: Junya Namiki, Masahiro Namiki
Pairing: None
Mom asked him, once, why he'd stopped giving her flowers. He'd blinked at her and headed to practice without a word, confused and a little worried. He'd never given her flowers.
Then he'd seen a flash of pale hair and turned, just like he always did, searching for a ghost that didn't want to be found. And he'd stopped and stared, because he knew that pale boy, though he had never heard him laugh. Masahiro, Masahiro; he had a moment of pure elation, of finding the one thing in the world he thought was gone forever, and then jealousy hit like a basketball to the face.
He had never seen Masahiro laugh, never heard such a carefree sound from his withdrawn brother.
Words were spewing from Junya's mouth before he could think, wanting to hurt for being hurt, wanting Masahiro to prove that he was still Oniichan, still capable of caring for him.
Masahiro wasn't, of course. As distant and unapproachable as he had been for years, so Junya went to his basketball. When he crashed into a hard body instead of the wall that afternoon, he didn't think much of it. But the hand that briefly touched his own was pleasantly, familiarly cool.
In the instant before Masahiro turned away, he looked as lost as Junya felt.
