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Ofcourse, aside from that, I wanna share the highlights of my career as an architect also,.. so, its in here,.. enjoy,..^^,.. [/img] ------------------------------------------------------------------- [/img] ------------------------------------------------------------ These are made in mixed media technique.. The first one was made using colored pencil, pencil and the other one was made using water color, colored pen and colored pencils,.. ^_______^,..

I like to write poems, but I've never done this in english. so... I don't think that it is good enough but... I guess I just want to know your opinion - can I write something in english at all;) -------------- Theese are somewhat more like a haiku (but it isn't exactly right in the form;)) The moon in the pond Was shattered By naughty swan * Night’s fog Has painted Your robe in white * Golden footprints On my dusty mirror The moonlight * In my cherry-tree The nightingale’s crying Only for me? * Could you walk in Through the hedges of blooming jasmine? - Nights of June * The cloud is drifting Along the mirror It hides round the corner * Your smell In my sleeves Just the honey and sun * Tie the lantern In old cherry-tree My garden needs the moon * The shadows of clouds Are dancing In the mirror of moon * Reflection Of quivering moon In the pond A little blue swallow Reflecting The sky The beads of the rosary Made From the grass Your lonely face In the page Of my book * I dress you In the robe of my thoughts White robe of my fears Is draped on your shoulders Like the mirror of me Like my weakness and strength You are standing above All the creatures of life You don’t look in my eyes You don’t say me a word But I know you can feel All my longing for you You can feel all my scars I’ve hidden within All my darkness ‘cause you Are the mirror of me * Sleeping In the dark warm nightingale’s nest On the pillow which’s made Of thymes and dried violets - sleeping Until the night will go away To the farthest forest Where it crawls under The waiting trees – Long gone And I Sleeping In your wandering heart Never lonely Never really loved – And I As a little nightingale Which lives in your heart - Your lonely heart - Only me * You are sleeping Under the mirror which’s falling Through the night Till the dawn With the shards of the stars With the glimpses of your Darkest fears Brightest moments Even farther it moves Through the night Till the dawn Under shards of your thoughts You are sleeping and slowly You are cut by the blades Of the quivering grass By the blades of the sun (You must dream of tomorrow) By the blades - Deadly blades Of your fading out love * When I travel alone through this world Leaving footprints in simmering dust With the cloak of violet sky And the stick made from shadow of pine When I sit by the fire at night And I look through the cities in flame When I sleep under moonlight or dusk Only god I could prayer is you You’re my rosary – perfect and just Made of memories – priceless old beads For the mantra (and your name in it) - Only path to the heaven for me When I travel through simmering dust When I die under moonlight in pain I’m grateful – I’m never alone Never friendless – reflected in you— * I’m the King in long forgotten kingdom No one comes to my palace No one’s staying Only the darkness Is stealing my endless hours Only the darkness Is in my eyes when I sleep And I – the only King of my Garden Where trees have the silver leafs Where all the rivers are mirrors Reflecting my face My never changing face And you Who wanders somewhere Beneath the sun and the stars With the old and dusty cloak On tired back Maybe you Have finally forgotten my voice And the coldness in my Never changing eyes So you - Will never come back To the kingdom - My little toy kingdom Where I am the King Where I - Just a lonely man Waits for you -- *

ok, its my turn,.. I am an Architect here but aside from doing lots of building design, I grew up in a world with a very fashionable senses... On of my hobbies since childhood is to create fashion design,.. So its in here,... ^___^,.. [/img]

Oh, I think those would look cool colored ^^ I don't even draw on paper anymore, just digitally with a tablet XD I haven't drawn on paper since september, when I just started out drawing anime and manga style humans. But I have some old ones from 2010 that I made with graphite pencils http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/024/2/4/24aa226b703b7eff41398e647bf93bbb-d37xe5w.jpg http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/225/9/9/arthur_pendragon_by_nfj123-d46dvvr.jpg

alright then, I'll post first this is the last thing I've draw : http://www.freeimagehosting.net/41652 http://www.freeimagehosting.net/496e5

Takumi-kun Pure credits for translation to sayasubs Download Takumi-kun Pure Movie Complete Mirror link: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 NOTE: Download all parts in the same folder, join with HJSplit and play the complete file with VLC Player. Plot: Unlike the three previous films, Pure focuses on the relationship between Misu Arata and Shingyouji Kanemitsu , which begins when Shingyouji takes the test to enter Shidou Gakuen . That's when he meets Misu and falls for him. Then we come back to the present where the sempai who admires Misu appears, bringing Shingyouji problems and jealousy . Watch online: Takumi Kun Pure For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

Title: Verona the Movie Synopsis: Inspired by William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, Verona is the story of two young lovers separated by their rival fraternities. Set in a small college town wherein young men are groomed for corporate success in All-American hyper competitive fashion, Verona presents the fate of star-crossed lovers in a society that condemns the very nature of their love. Gener: Drama Download Verona The Movie: Part 1: Verona Part 2: Verona For download re-upload requests, post here so the staff notices them. Note: Please only ask for re-upload if none of the download links work after checking ALL the pages of the thread. Thanks! YO Staff

(In case it isn't known) GFX shops are threads started by users who are willing to create graphics for other users. ^ Personally, I'm love GFXing, and I wouldn't mind making icons, avatars, or signatures for others who request them of me (even though I'm still learning and am not exactly the best). If there are others who feel the same as me, would it be possible to create a forum for it or something in the Creative Corner?

Anyone still reading the Naruto manga would know this is the biggest trollface of all

Digital coloring skills? What's that? I have no clue but, whatever it is, it's still non-existent. :A I think this was just an excuse to make Asami wear a V-neck. Yes, that was definitely it. (Takaba & Asami - Viewfinder) -- Last night together in the Sunny at Sabaody Archipelago. Eyebrows ♥ Marimo (Sanji & Zoro - One Piece)

Title: Yatteraneeze! Manga ALT. names: やってらんねェぜ！ / I Can't Take it Anymore! / Yatteranneeze! Original run: 1996 Description: Fujimoto Hiroya is at the top of his class. He's the Student Council Vice President, spends all his time studying, and is the idol of all the "good girls". But the truth is, he'd trade it all just for the chance to be someone else... someone popular, outgoing and carefree... Someone like Masaki. Masaki's what Fujimoto's friends would call an "idiot". He'd rather play soccer than study, almost never cracks a book, and is popular with all the "normal" kids. He's got flashy clothes, bleached hair and a reputation just as lousy as Fujimoto's is good. In the summer of Fujimoto's freshman year of high school, he resolves to change his image and his life... all to make friends with Masaki. But can dyed hair, new clothes and a piercing really change a person inside? Manga-type: Manga Written by: Akizuki Kou Drawn by: Koide Mieko Published by: Tokuma Shoten Group(s) Scanlating: DokiDoki, NoDeadline Status: Complete Completely Scanlated: Yes Completely Translated: Yes Genres: Romance, Yaoi Categories:Comedy, Unrequited Love, Drama, School Life Main Characters: Fujimoto Hiroya, Masaki Adaptation based on available: N/A Recommendations: A Place in the Sun, Miteranneeyo Download Yatteraneeze! Manga: Volume 1 (Prologue + Act 1 + Act 2, Part 1) https://www.mediafire.com/file/v3ht7636kdhg1r6/Yatteraneeze%21_Vol-2.zip"]Volume 2 (Act 2, Part 2 + Act 3 + Act 4) https://www.mediafire.com/file/uwtzmo7hmhm16wt/Yatteraneeze%21_Vol-3.zip"]Volume 3 (Acts 5 - 8) https://www.mediafire.com/file/6kyhx2edrkkrxy9/Yatteraneeze!_Vol-4.zip"]Volume 4 (Acts 9 - 12) https://www.mediafire.com/file/jiy83fw2fxq5466/Yatteraneeze%21_Vol-5.zip"]Volume 5 (Acts 13 - 15) https://www.mediafire.com/file/4qjn005lhuhmayn/Yatteraneeze%21_Vol-6.zip"]Volume 6 (Acts 16 - 18) https://www.mediafire.com/file/65ww5f5gjbti3cg/Yatteraneeze%21_Vol-7.zip"]Volume 7 (Acts 19 - 22) For download reupload requests, please post here so the staff notices them. Thanks! YO Staff

. .i was bored so i search for some simple mind games, till i found this simple game . .so i brought it here thinking that it would create some little fun here in the forum . .just follow the instructions below and you'll be able to create your OWN FAMOUS LINE, (hehe XD) and if you got fun with it, you could add it to your signature (which is, ofc, optional) . .so, here it goes, "simply, have fun" Choose your BIRTH MONTH 01 - I ate 02 - I bumped 03 - I ran naked with 04 - i smoked with 05 - I ran shirtless with 06 - I beat 07 - I cuddled with 08 - I needed 09 - I shot 10 - I shanked 11 - I stabbed 12 - I slept with Pick the DAY (number) you were born 01 - my lover 02 - a dog 03 - pauper 04 - a gangster 05 - a teddy bear 06 - a toothbrush 07 - a hippie 08 - a glass of milk 09 - a porn star 10 - Akihiko Usami 11 - the mailman 12 - a teletubby 13 - the delivery boy 14 - some crack heads 15 - an easter egg 16 - a dj 17 - a weirdo 18 - a stripper 19 - a horse 20 - a homeless guy 21 - a manga 22 - my bestfriend 23 - the cookie monster 24 - your sister 25 - a bowl of cereal 26 - a golf ball 27 - a bag of poop 28 - a french fry 29 - Onodera Ritsu 30 - the most wanted man 31 - a mop Choose the COLOR of shirt you are wearing right now White - because puppies keep stealing my tacos . Black - because I'm sexy like that. Pink - Because I'm good in pumping my tires. Red - because I hate global warming. brown- because I had to. Polka Dots - because I'm a rallyist. Purple - because I'm a waterboy. Gray - because I love watching BL movies. Other - because I have double-chin. Green - because I want to swim in the swamp. Orange - because I grilled pork. Turquoise - because I have a noodle in my nose. blue - because I'm a nerd. Shirtless - because I've got abs. Yellow - because I didn't like the way he looked at me. Gold - because the people in my head were banging. Tan - because I'm a soldier boy. What FAMOUS LINE do you come up with? rabbit16 here's mine credit to: TTG-Regan http://www.thetechgame.com (in forum) . .i edited some words

This year I was Lastsky_16's secret santa. One of her choices for a present was something Misushing related and this was the result. I am sharing the story with other fans of this pairing and I hope all who read it like it. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~` Shingyoshi Kanemitsu opened his eyes seconds before his alarm clock was set to go off. 7:15 am. Today was Sunday the one day he didn’t have classes and was allowed off campus. Although he would have been able to sleep in longer he found his body was so adjusted to the mental schedule he wouldn’t have been tired enough to sleep in. Shingyoshi did however roll over to see his roommate still sound asleep apparently taking advantage of the off day. The junior sat up and kicked of his covers before slipping his feet into his slippers and grabbing a towel and a chance of casual clothing. A morning shower was just what he needed. Twenty minutes later Shingyoshi returned to his room to find his roommate up and about. “Ohayou.” Katayama looked over at Shingyoshi and smiled. “Ohayou. I’ll be gone most of the day today. Spending the day with my parents and girlfriend. She’s in town for the next few days so the room is yours for the day.” “That’s cool. Hope you have fun.” Shingyoshi said before going over to his wardrobe and opening the door. Inside his door was a small mirror he would use to straighten his hair as well as he could. Since his hair was still damp from his shower he was sure a certain senpai of his would say he looked like a puppy caught in the rain. “I’m off.” Katayama said before walking out the door. Shingyoshi reached over and picked up his phone to see if he had any missed calls or messages. The only thing that greeted him was a sloppy picture of Misu Arata he had managed to take when the other boy hadn’t been looking at him. Shinghyoshi shoved his phone into his pocket and flopped down on his bed. “Looks like relaxation is on the menu.” he murmured to himself. He jumped when he heard a familiar ringtone erupt from his pocket. He pulled his phone out to see the caller display state ‘Hayama Takumi’ Shingyoshi accepted the call and leaned against his bed. “Moshi moshi.” “Ah Shingyoshi-kun, anou gomen but do you have plans for today?” Takumi asked over the phone. Shingyoshi pondered on that before answering. “Not really. I have a few assignments I need to catch up on but other than that I’m free. Why do you ask?” “Well since Gii grew up in America he’s celebrated Christmas before so I’m thinking well I mean I know I want to get him a present. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me and maybe get Misu-kun a gift?” Takumi answered. A gift for Arata-san? What could he possible give to the man who seemed to have everything and was 99% perfect. the one percent being Shingyoshi couldn’t find anything wrong with him. “Does Gii-senpai know you’re doing this for him?” “No Akaike-kun does though and he’s keeping Gii occupied for me today so I can get the present.” Takumi said. “I’m not sure if Misu-kun celebrates it but-“ “I’ll come with you.” Shingyoshi answered. “Is there any place you think we should go though?” “I have a vague idea what I want to give to Gii. So there is a place in town I would like to go to. We would have to take the bus.” Takumi said. “Okay that’s fine. Oh Hayama-senpai, Arata-san’s not in the room with you is he?” “Misu-kun? No he’s been awake for the past two hours. I’m not sure where he is.” Takumi said. “Okay good.” Shingyoshi responded. “Um, I’m already dressed so whenever you want to go.” “Hai, I’m just finishing up. Can you meet me in front of the school gates in ten minutes?” Takumi asked. “Okay I will see you then.” Shingyoshi ended the call and shoved his phone back into his black khaki pants pockets and fell back against his bed again. A present for Arata-san. The junior wasn’t sure what would be the lesser of the two hardships, finding the right present for Misu or working up the courage to give said present to him. When five minutes had passed Shingyoshi pulled on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and key to the room before heading down the stairs and to the school gate. He figured it would be polite to arrive early if not right on time so the two of them would have the whole day to search for a gift for their said lover. No surprise Takumi was already there. “Ah Shingyoshi-kun.” Takumi smiled waving his kouhai over. “Ready to go?” Shingyoshi nodded and the two boys headed down to the edge of the drive reaching the main road and the bus stop only a block away. Several minutes later one of the buses pulled up for passengers and Shingyoshi reached into his wallet to pull out his fare but was stopped by Takumi who had already given the right amount for both himself and his friend. “Anou Hayama-senpai?” “It’s fine Shingyoshi.” Takumi insisted. He moved towards one of the seats in the back and sat down motioning for Shingyoshi to sit beside him.

@ Chia No, not like the Market, it should be a sub-forum in the Creative Corner where users who want to create avatars, signatures for other will post and users will also be able to request sigs or avatars to be made for them by other members. (:

so cute!! ^^ But i feel like something is missing... i mean... someone... i... i'm like a drug addict.. i need him now... I feel so much better! i still kept junsu!! ^^ One more time!! eheheh

i'm the same actually... i have more guy friends than girls... and i agree that guys are more easy to talk to! and most important... girls can be really vindictive and mean! Guys...not that much! And i also love to have fun! the most important thing is to make me laugh! i gues... xD i'm not serious at all! but i still neeed someone as outgoing as me by my side... And isn't it all yaoi fangirls (at least straight or bi) dream to have a guy that also is into it? i mean... That would be awesome!! ^^ That is why i think this thread is important! you can just tell about it freely because noone will trash you or make fun of you! we are all here to support eachother ok mixie? Gambatte!

I am homo... I wont say how it happins.. " it doesn't matter anyways" but when I were sure about my feeling for girls. I was around 10, I liked my best friend.. I was so in deep love with her "still now". but in the place I live in it's imposble to annonce that u r homo, u would be so humilated, bulled, and not just u.. your wholl familly it's so crul about this matter in here.. anyways, I've never told anyone about it befor..to be honest, it feels straing to say I'm homo. but I guess it's alright here,every one is understanding n nice people..

Flowers and tainted blood,mixed with Suppressed love It makes me feel used,it makes me feel abused. I scream out in the darkest light. To make thing right,it tears apart,causes decay. I try to run but stopped by this chain It's all the same,it won't go away. Now there's only one way out Death is what I gain. The knife hugs my throat. Preparing for the slide,the blood runs down the with nothing to hide. This is what I wanted,this is what I get Silence is Deaths reward... Thank you Asta for helping me name this n.n foxy3:Red_fox7:

Gintama. Just Gintama. It's made of trolling.

haha i've seen pictures of this everywhere but i didn't know it was called TROLL (face) -such a baka- XD here's what i found -nyaha!- XD

I've read Ai Ore and it's sequel, but it's not of my favorites. I don't read much smut, but more yaoi, yuri and hentai. And if it's girl-boy romance I like it more "pure". I've read Hana no Kishi, Girl Got Game, My Boyfriend is a Vampire and Charming Junkie. They were great. GB = Gender Bender First the ones with girl gender-bendering: *Sarasah (manhwa, historical, comedy, drama, romance, GB) by Ryu Riang *Idol Shopping (manhwa, school, comedy, romance, GB) by Hwang Mi Ri *He Dedicated to Roses (manhwa, comedy, drama, slice of life, school, romance, GB) by Hwang Mi Ri *Love in the Mask (manhwa, school, action, slice of life, romance, comedy, GB) by Hang Yu-Rang *Boy of the Female Wolf (comedy, romance, school, GB) by Hand Yu-Rang *Renai Idenshi XX/Love DNA XX [it's yuri, but not the usual one, so you should at least check it out] (sci-fi, school, yuri, GB) by Tsuda Mikiyo/Zaou Taishi, Eiki Eiki *Migawari Hakushaku no Bouken/The Substitute Count Adventure (historical, romance, GB) by Shibata Isuzu, Seike Mimori *Ningyou Kyuutei Gakudan/Grand Guignol Orchestra [GB-part doesn't come from the start] (horror, supernatural, fantasy, GB) by Yuki Kaori *Kaze Hikaru (historical, samurai, action, romance, GB) by Watanabe Taeko *Yume Chu/Dream Kiss (comedy, drama, romance, harem, music, showbiz, GB) by Ooya Kazumi *Tokyo Crazy Paradise (action, yakuza, school, comedy, drama, romance, GB) by Nakamura Yoshiki *Wanted (adventure, romance, GB) by Hino Matsuri *Ouran High School Host Club (comedy, drama, romance, school, harem, GB) by Hatori Bisco Second the ones with boy gender-bendering: *Reversible! (comedy, smut, romance, school, GB) by Shirase Shuu *Butterfly (supernatural, seinen, GB) by Aikawa Yu *Kuragehime (comedy, josei, GB) by Higashimura Akiko *Shouri no Akuma/Devil of the Victory (comedy, romance, school, GB) by Maki Youko *Yama Fu-Tang (historical, action, martial arts, seinen, GB) by Segawa Masaki *W-Juliet (comedy, drama, romance, school, slice of life, GB) by Emura *Tenshi Ja Nai!/I'm no Angel (comedy, drama, romance, school, GB) by Shigematsu Tanako *Princess Princess (comedy, school, GB) by Tsuda Mikiyo, Eiki Eiki *Mangetsu Monogatari/The Full Moon's Tale (shounen ai, historical, comedy, romance, GB) by Nakamura Shungiku *Sweet Blood (manhwa, yaoi, fantasy, romance, vampire, GB) by Kim Se-Young *Kiss me Princess/Boy Princess (manhwa, yaoi, fantasy, romance, GB) by Kim Se-Young *Love Stage!! (yaoi, showbiz, comedy, GB) by Tsuda Mikiyo/Zaou Taishi, Eiki Eiki Third the ones with gender-changing, -switching and transgenders: *Ranma 1/2 (action, comedy, smut, martial arts, romance, school, shounen, harem, GB) by Takahashi Rumiko *Full Moon ni Sasayaite/Untill the Full Moon (shounen ai, comedy, romance, vampire, supernatural, GB) by Matoh Sanami *Kedamono Damono (comedy, smut, slight shoujo ai, sports, fantasy, school, GB) by Fukushima Haruka *Nephilim (romance, smut, supernatural, GB) by Hanamaki Anna *Kakumei no Hi/The Day of Revolution (school, comedy, drama, romance, GB) by Tsuda Mikiyo *Boku to Kanojo no XXX/My Barbaric Girlfriend (comedy, romance, school, slice of life, GB) by Morinaga Ai *Houkago Hokenshitsu/After School Nightmare (mystery, horror, drama, romance, smut, supernatural, psychological, GB) by Mizushiro Setona *Kasho no Tsuki (historical, romance, supernatural) by Mari Hirai *Magnolia (romance, fantasy, school, GB) by naked ape Hope you'll find something that interests you from these ones.

Link Part 1: https://rapidshare.com/#!download|570tl3|3711308348|Verona_The_Movie_-_Part_1.mp4|168376|R~1C72F76003CF1E6EC79EBC7430DCCD72|0|0

"I bumped Onodera Ritsu because I hate global warming." BECAUSE ONODERA'S HOTNESS IS THE REASON WHY WE HAVE GLOBAL WAR--okay, I can't do it. /shot'd/

Yeah, I agree, pics would be nice No school uniforms in this country either. I don't even think we have dress codes, boys are still wearing sagging jeans, which means their underwear is for the world to see, haha XD Not complaining though ;P

13.02 pm, Dec 27th. "'m heeere~" -sits down in a seemingly uncomfortable position on the chair, turns off from the outside world and starts drawing until it's time to go home-

I'm a boy mostly attracted to boys

Long time no posting. Well some more Andrej Pejic...

I took this when I was in Paris...

Nice thread -raises hand- Present! -starts making paper airplanes- xDDD

Misu folded his arms in front of his chest. “And what pray tell were you doing in my wardrobe?” He looked down at the younger boy his eye catching something out of the ordinary around the boy’s neck. “Shingyoshi what exactly is that?” “Your Christmas present.” Shingyoshi said quietly. Misu stepped closer to inspect his ‘present’ Around Shingyoshi’s neck was a dark blue collar like choker with a name take with the character stating ‘Property of Misu Arata.’ Misu looked into the other boy’s eyes and noticed Shingyoshi’s were cast down. “Shingyoshi?” The other boy’s eyes shot back up but widened when a pair of lips crashed upon his. Shingyoshi was taken by surprise when he felt Misu’s lips on his. He took a second to recover and returned the kiss deeply wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s shoulder. Misu broke the kiss and led his lover over to the bed. “So my present means you’re all mine?” Shingyoshi nodded feeling his cheeks grow red when he saw the look in his lover’s eyes. “Hai,” His cheeks darkened even more when he felt Misu gently push him back against the bed. “Then-“ Misu began tracing his fingers along the choker and leaning in to place light kisses on Shingyoshi’s neck.- I’m free to do what I want with my present?” Shingyoshi shivered when he felt Misu’s lip on his neck. It was one of his most sensitive spots and Misu knew that all too well. “H-Hai.” Misu continued to kiss Shingyoshi’s neck. “Good.” His hand began to unbutton the other boy’s shirt and he removed the fabric from his skin. Misu then moved his kisses from his neck to his chest collarbone and shoulders. Shingyoshi gasped and held tight to the bed sheets. “Ahh, Arata-san.” Misu smirked at the response he got as he took one Shingyoshi’s nipples into his mouth. He ran his tongue along the nub and held it gently between his teeth while teasing the other one with his fingers. Shingyoshi groaned again feeling his breath starting to come out in fast pants. Misu continued to ‘assault’ the nubs of now pink flesh and gave the first on one more lick before moving his mouth over to the other one. He moved his other hand down to Shingyoshi’s black pants and notice a bulge there. “You’re quiet the excited one aren’t you Shingyoshi.” He undid the pants and reached to pull them off somehow managing to do it with one hand. Shingyoshi blushed but notice he wasn’t the only one ‘pitching a tent’ “I’m not the only one.” He managed to gasp out when he felt Misu grab him and begin stroking him. “Arata-san!” Misu sped up his stroking all the while trying his best to ignore his own problem but to know avail. He leaned up to kiss Shingyoshi again before quickly removing his shirt before taking off his own pants and boxers. Soon both boys were exposed to each other and Misu reached underneath his bed and pulled out a small bottle lube. Shingyoshi’s eyes widened when he noticed what Misu was holding. “Anou Arata-san?” Misui’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t want to?” Shingyoshi shook his head. “Iie, I do I just want to make sure you want to.” He was answered when he felt one of Misu’s finger’s gently sliding into him. A pained expression danced on his features and he bit his lip. Misu continued his tactics leaning up to gently kiss Shingyoshi’s lips. “Gomen it will feel good in a minute.” He inserted another finger moving them in and out stretching his lover’s entrance as well as he could considering this would holy have been their 2nd time being together. Shingyoshi whimpered but soon that whimper turned to gasps when he felt Misu’s fingers brush against this prostate. “Ah Arata-san.” Misu smirked as he inserted another finger this time making sure to aim for that same spot wanting to hear that reaction again.” Shingyoshi didn’t disappoint as he gasped out his fingers tightening on the bed sheets. Once he was sure Shingyoshi was ready he removed his finger earning a whimper from the other boy. He coated his fingers with lube and stroked his own member a few times making sure the smallest amount of pain would be felt by his lover. Shingyoshi’s grip tightened even more when he felt Misu begin to enter him. At first it hurt like hell but within in a few minutes the pain was washed over by pleasure thanks to Misu’s careful preparations. Misu continued to slide in until he was all the way in and waited for his lover to adjust to him. “Let me know when.” Shingyoshi was ready but feeling Misu filling him was almost too much he could barely stand it but at the same time he felt he couldn’t get enough of it. Finally he nodded . “Hai, I’m okay.’ Misu nodded and slowly began to thrust into his lover’s entrance. He aimed for the right spot and managed to it each time with every thrust causing Shingyoshi to cry out. Shinghoshi looked into Misu’s all the while not breaking eye contact as the two of them continue to come apart and join rapidly. Shingyhoshi had pulled his knees up to his chest but had found the position to be growing uncomfortable so he hesitantly wrapped his legs around Misu’s waist causing the other boys’ member to go in deeper. “Ah!” Misu felt pleasure washing over him and he continued to thrust keeping his eyes locked on his younger lover’s. “He could tell just by the way Shingyoshi was gasping that he was getting close and he was right. Shingyoshi’s body felt like it was on fire for several seconds before he felt his muscles tremble. “Come for me Shingyoshi.” He was about to reach is peak as well and couldn’t hold back any longer. “With one last cry of pleasure both boys came hard and fast, Shingyoshi on his stomach and Misu within his lover’s entrance. Misu collapsed on top of Shingyoshi in hopes to catch his breath. For several moments neither said anything. Finally Misu leaned forward kiss his lover and stroked his now sweaty bangs away from his brow. Shingyoshi smiled as he looked into his lover’s eyes. “You know Arata-san there’s something we didn’t do right?” Misu looked at him confused. “What is that exactly?” Shingyoshi reached up and turned the tag around on his collar. On the back was a sticker that stated ‘Don’t open until Xmas.” Misu smirked before pulling the smaller boy closer. “I don’t like waiting.” Shingyoshi chuckled knowing he would have received an answer like that. And he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Shingyoshi sat down and leaned back against his seat. The two rode in silence as the bus took them to their destination. All the while Shingyoshi tried as hard as he could to think of the perfect present but despite his efforts nothing seemed to be good enough to give to Misu. Takumi looked over to see his kouhai deep in thought and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. “Are you all right?”” Shingyoshi jumped but turned around. “Hai, I’m just thinking.” Takumi shrugged accepting the response but knowing there was something else going on. “Have you thought of anything you wish to get Misu-kun?” Shingyoshi shook his head. “I really don’t know what he likes.” Suddenly a thought crossed his mind. Shingyoshi didn’t know hardly anything about his lover or whatever Misu considered Shingyoshi to be really. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Takumi reached over and placed a hand on his kouhai’s, “Shingyoshi it’s okay. You don’t have to get Misu-kun anything if it’s going to be too difficult to you.” “No no, I’ll find something I know I will.” Shingyoshi insisted. He was determined to find something. Takumi smiled. “Okay.” The bus pulled up to their stop and the two boys stepped off. “Stay close. As your senpai I’m responsible for you.” Shingyohsi did as he was told and stayed by Takumi’s side. “Maybe if you see some options it might give you some ideas. I plan to give Gii something I saw in a shop that had some American Christmas decorations. I don’t know if he’ll like it though.” “Hayama-senpai I’m sure Gii-senpai would love anything you give him because it’s coming from you.” Shingyoshi said. His eyes widened in realization. Takumi chuckled. “Misu-kun is the same way. No matter what you give him I’m sure he’ll love it because it will be from you. “ He pulled Shingyoshi along until they reached a small gift shop that was decorate for the American celebrated holiday. “Fell free to look around Shingyoshi-kun, I know exactly what I want to get Gii I’ll be back in a minute.” Shingyoshi nodded as he wandered around the store looking each knickknack and ornament. “Man American’s really go out for this holiday.’ He murmured to himself. Fifteen minutes later Takumi walked up to Shingyoshi holding an average sized box and smiled. “Did you find anything?” Shingyoshi shook his head sadly. “Iie.” Takumi’s smile turned itself around. “No problem we can keep looking.” He took the younger boy’s hand and led him out of the shop both of them bowing in respect to the shopkeeper and headed down the market place. Nearly two hours passed and after stopping in at numerous shops Shingyoshi was having no luck. Finally lunchtime came around and the two stopped at a ramen stand. Once again Takumi insisted on paying and Shingyoshi couldn’t protest. As the two ate their noodles in silence Shingyoshi noticed a few people walking their pets through the market place. Suddenly an idea formed in his mind followed a dark color forming on his cheeks. “Anou Shingyoshi-kun are you all right?” Takumi asked noticing his kouhai’s flushed face. “Hai, I just think I figured out a present to give to Arata-san.” Shingyoshi answered finishing up his noodles with one last slurp.” Takumi followed suit and the two of them thanked the ramen chef and bustled back out into the market place. “Where do you need to go?” “Well do you remember that jewelry stand we passed by a little while ago?” “Hai, you want to get something from there?” Takumi asked.’ Shingyoshi nodded. “Hai.” Takumi smiled. “All right let’s go.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shingyoshi waited patiently on the edge of Takumi’s bed. He was wringing his fingers and feeling his palms growing sweaty. “Is he coming yet?” Takumi chuckled noticing how nervous the other boy was getting. “Hai, he’s on his way. Now you’re sure you can fit in there without getting hurt?” Shingyoshi glanced towards one of the wardrobes and nodded. “Hai it will be a squeeze but I can manage it as long as I’m not in there too long.” “Okay I know for a fact Misu always takes his jacket off when he comes in the room. Not a day has gone by that he hasn’t’ so he’s sure to notice.” Takumi explained. He removed phone when he felt it vibrate. “Hmm looks like Akaike can’t distract Gii any longer. I’ll be heading out now.” Shingyoshi nodded. “Hai, I hope he likes the gift.” Takumi nodded in response and headed out of the room with. “I know Misu-kun will like his.” Shingyoshi blushed again before walking over to Misu’s wardrobe and climbing in. he kept the door open a bit so air would circulate considering his breath was coming out too fast for the current amount of oxygen to last much longer. Several minutes passed and he heard nothing. Then nearly 20 minutes passed, then an hour. By this time Shingyoshi had fallen asleep. It wasn’t until nearly three hours later did Misu return to his dorm room and walked straight over to his wardrobe. He took of his light blue school uniform jacket and reached forward to open his wardrobe but stopped when he realized the door was ajar. He opened the door and held back a gasp at the sigh before him. Inside the wardrobe was Shingyoshi curled up ion a small ball sound asleep. He hung his jacket up and reached down to shake the younger boy awake. “Shingyoshi, Shingyoshi wake up.” Shingyoshi’s brown eyes slowly opened and he looked up only to be greeted with Misu’s narrowed ones. “Oh Arata-san, gomen.” “How long have you been in there?” Misu asked cocking an eyebrow. “Shingyoshi checked the time display on his phone and his eyes widened. “A little over three hours.”

Quick FF7 sketch of Seph and Cloud...

I'm bisexual. I only came out last year but I think I've always felt this way for a long time but didn't know at the time exactly what I was feeling. So I let the confusion overwhelm me all those years. @___@ Had someone helped me realize this from the very start, perhaps things would have been a whole lot easier because I wasn't in denial. I just didn't know what the heck was going on with me. But when I finally did come out to people I trusted, it felt like an enormous weight has been lifted off me. They also accepted me for who I am. I'm just so relieved I finally figured out what all this confusion was all about. I feel so much better now.

Do you guys mind if I join? I first knew I was bi in high school... I had a huge crush on this guy at school and I was confused about these feelings for a while... but I talked it out with friends that were bi/gay and it really helped to talk to someone that understood what I was going through... so I then finally plucked up the courage to ask him out, but he turned me down because he was straight... anyway... bottom line is, if you're confused about anything, it's best to talk to someone who knows and has been through it, they give the best advice ^^

I'm, just as Jenow, bisexual. I have known ever since I was like 10 or something like that that I do like girls as well as being attracted to men. For me it was nothing strange at all - I like a person for who he/she is, gender doesn't matter. How do I put this... I like beautiful persons. And there's beauty in both men and women, only that they're beautiful in different ways... Or something like that. My friends know I'm bi and I'm sure my whole family knows as well (even though I haven't sat down and said "mom, dad, I'm bi"). Liking/loving someone from the same sex isn't anything to be ashamed of at all. People all have their preferences. It's not something that you can change - so why feel ashamed or deny it? Accept it.

First things first, I have been straight, until this "identity crisis" crap came to mind. lool I like girls but I have had boyfriends before, so I think I'm bi. When I see cute girls, I like to flirt with them, but by the time a hot guy passes by, that desire will vanish into thin air. So I thought, why not trying it out? I consulted this friend of mine, a bi-almost-gay girl. We were talking about her intercourse with her ex-gf (sorry about that), and I must admit, there was something in me while we were conversing. And so the story goes on and on... Do I have something for girls? Maybe, maybe not. I find some girls attractive that I can't take my eyes off them or having the urge to kiss them but sometimes, I call it "enviousness." Their hot, I'm not, that sort of self-loathe (not exactly like that). Lol! Can it be like that? It's not being indecisive but you'll know it when it comes right? Once you find a girl, stick to girls if you like, or find another guy. Whatever makes you happy. Would it safe to say that I'm bi? Well, I don't really care. About the family, it will chaotic but it would be best to think about that when you already know who you are. Good luck Sorry for making a reflection.

Well, I've always been bisexual. I could care less about the gender, if I'm attracted to someone I'd be attracted all the same be it a man or a woman. I also never had any doubts or regrets or guilty feelings or even those rumored psychological trips to discover the self and whatnot, nothing like that. Honestly, if I had to compare it to something it would be like "1+1=2". a) If you like people of the same sex you're homosexual. b) If you like people of the opposite sex you're heterosexual. c) If you like people of both sexes you're bisexual. "Oh, I see. I guess I'm bi then." Like that. (: Acceptance and/or denial is the major problem gay people have to overcome (like a final boss in a game, i guess), both due of their own inner struggle and self-admission and also because of how society perceives/will perceive them. It must be tough, and understandably so, after all the World is filled with prejudice and discrimination. But not me. I am my own person and won't change by influence of the people around me.

hahahaha! Just love this thread. Hi there, im shim. And maybe some of the people here know about me aleady. Im a SUPER GIRLY GAY. I mean, GAYYYYYY! hmmmp. what else? Im so diva. PROUD TO BE GAY. hahahaha.

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Summary: While Asami sits back and takes an almost gentler-ish approach at silently manipulating Takaba's mind, the latter decides to get out of his own butt, make some decisions and act on them for once. Status: Completed Warnings: un-romance (as usual for these two), slice-of-life (?), mentions of past violence, (not) angst, explicit sex, sprinkles of my f-cked-up sense of humor and brackets abuse. Author notes: Timeline: Post-Hong Kong; around the beginning and then middle of Escape & Love - Volume 6 (before they start living together). Pairing: Asami/Takaba Rating: M (NC-17, R-18 or whatever), for language and explicit sexual content Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its contents are property of Yamane Ayano. A.N.: I have the next few chapters of FIBWOWC written but I'm not (very) happy with them, so I'm modifying little details here and there still. (A certain day, a few days ago,) I decided to vent my frustration and 'this' was thus born. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Open Your Eyes (Oneshot) The morning after is and has always been a delicate topic, at least in Takaba's presence. Asami knows better than to rill the photographer up when he's absolutely sure he won't gain anything with it, that he won't reap any benefits aside from the sure tinge of amusement, so he usually leaves it up to the other what occurs (or what does not) in the mornings they wake up together in the same bed.Ever since it first happened – waking up together, both still in bed, when normally one of them is long gone as soon as the afterglow of the last orgasm wears off – at New Year's the year before, after Asami picked him up dead drunk and proceeded to make a mess out of him all night (*), Takaba had a panic attack so big when he woke up and took in what had taken place that even Asami's sleepy eyebrow rose a little in surprise. From then on, the yakuza made a mental note of not pushing it. Takaba is already hot-headed enough during the day (and curse-spiting at night) but he goes to new heights when he wakes up; his bad temper tends to explode at the minimal spark of teasing and… let's say Asami doesn't appreciate having a well-aimed foot practicing soccer with his equipment when the purpose is to incapacitate him, and he's still getting used to (even if he feels a sense of pride and receives a good dose of pleasant feelings in his gut he doesn't quite care to explain) in having his nude photographs together with stuffed toys made into Takaba's cell and laptop's wallpapers. Takaba got better after the Hong Kong trial. (They had fucked on the boat like two starving beasts; it had been Takaba's awakening after the lengthy nightmare. It was the very first time he bled when they had sex. He had bled with Fei Long, both the first and second times he was raped by him. Takaba remembers that even on the first time Asami had raped him as punishment only on their second time meeting each other, he hadn't made him bleed. It had hurt, hurt so much he thought he'd die, and then he shamefully remembers of how much he had enjoyed it even through all the pain. He was drugged, and lubed, and prepared – though not prepared enough for Asami's member – and he was undeniably aroused. It hurt and felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. And it was intense and rough and it made him high on the feeling; even above and beyond the effects of the damn aphrodisiac he was made to sniff he could fucking feel it. It pooled up, and he couldn't breathe and it felt good, so good. And then he couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back. And he came. Hard. He remembers opening Asami's shirt and taking in the sight of his bullet wound, his strong torso bandaged and bloody. He remembers the soft kiss as he felt water wetting down his face. And god, he remembers the passionate kiss that followed, with tongue and lips and saliva and Asami's taste. He had longed for it, whenever he jerked off, whenever he was fucked against his will. He could never forget it, and now he was tasting it again. It wasn't anywhere near enough. When he felt Asami's length pulsing hot against him even through the fabric of their trousers, he shivered with want; and when Asami palmed Takaba's erection and let it free, the physically-bruised and psychologically-spent blonde let go of inhibitions and asked for it, admitted openly he wanted the older man. He didn't care they had nothing at hand, that the only preparation he got was Asami's fingers barely coated in spit (his own or Asami's he doesn't quite remember, maybe both) and he didn't care that Asami's cock went in dry. It hurt. More than their first time. And it felt even better. Takaba hugged him and clung to him and grabbed his hair with unaware possession and they shared kisses and glances and Takaba passed out after climaxing twice, satisfied with the whisper of his name Asami let escape after his release. Then they had fucked on the plane. Takaba has no memories of the view from high above in spite of (or due to the fact of) being face-pushed into the window the whole of the trip; jeans down to his knees. Asami's tongue drawing wet lines down his spine; Asami's long, elegant, manly fingers wrapped around his penis; Asami's long, tick, smooth length buried to the hilt inside his body, pushing and pulsing and sending him over the edge. And then they did it on that god forsaken island almost as many times as they had until then in all the time they had known each other. Takaba felt drained and dead and didn't feel bad at all for exaggerating because seriously, his ass' one eye couldn't even look at a chair anymore. The first time, he melted (the heat of the weather and the warmth of Asami's body was a volcanic combination); Asami got him used to it so much, so well, took so much damn time on the preliminaries Takaba didn't think he'd survive when he finally put it in. It always feels good, Asami always makes it good, even when it hurts; so when the pain is nothing but a slight pressure or none at all it's too much to take. It cracked him. Every time the nightmares left him a bit shaken Asami was there to make him forget and drown him in pleasure. And when his backside was on its limit, Asami would touch him, and lick him, and please him and only give, instead of taking. And it broke him. The strangulation had been what had traumatized him the most, it seemed, so Asami re-wrote the entire chapter and left his signature at the end. Asami had brought it up again and again – that Takaba was his – and had grasped his neck firmly, his grip unfaltering and secure and Takaba relented, feeling safe, feeling his feet on the ground, feeling the reality of it all; and admitted that it was fine if it was him, only him. Asami took him, restricting his breathing, roughly, and Takaba accepted everything Asami gave him greedily. He came convulsing, almost seizuring with the pleasure. And when he wantonly asked for more, Asami indulged him with a pleased half-smile on his face.) After they came back to Japan, it both would and wouldn't come back to how it was before. Yes, they would continue their games – Takaba would run, Asami would catch him; the cycle would keep on going. But now Takaba was starting to gather his thoughts, to understand what he wanted – and he wanted Asami. And for that, in order to have a chance of achieving that: he would have to get a hold of himself and work hard. Easier said than done. So yeah, things really had pretty much came back to what they were before all hell broke loose; Asami working, Takaba working, occasionally they would come across each other on the street when Takaba was running from something, someone, and Asami would give him a ride. Mr. Tall, Dark And Sadist would pay him a visit whenever he took photos of something he shouldn't and would do his self-proclaimed version of a good deed: confiscate & punish. In other words, more of their catch-and-run unspoken deal. More like fuck and run. As in casually sleeping together. For months. A year. Or more. Fuck buddies. Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick. Oh and yeah, today is one of those days. Or rather, this morning is one of those mornings. Ugh, 'the hell happened, I feel like my head's gonna explode... Guh— ...shit. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Realization knocks at the door with bothersome persistence. Again. It happened again. …Why? Oh god... I have to get out of here fast... Takaba makes to sit up and leave the bed. As he shifts his position, a throbbing pain lights up from the bottom end of his spine and shoots up in a flash. Managing to stifle a gasp, he lets a hand travel to his back to try and appease the pain, without success. Baaastard—! Thanks to you I have not only a freaking hang-over but my ass feels like it's on fire! The morning usually started with a bifurcation; either Asami woke up first, or Takaba did. The Asami-pattern is simple and methodical, never strays from the norm. Silently, he would disentangle his arm from under Takaba's head and, before making his way to the shower, allow himself to ruffle dirty-blonde locks with startling gentleness. The start being an unspoken ritual, the conclusion would always depend on the 'road' Takaba chooses for the day. The Takaba-pattern is more complex, as he tends to rationalize everything that needs not be. Panic would greet him, in small or large helpings for the day in question, usually proportional to the extent of alcohol consumed in the previous night (or lack thereof), the intensity and duration of their 'recreational activities' (that was evaluated by the residual soreness concentrated on his lower regions) and – and this one Takaba seems to take into account just for the hell of it (not because he secretly enjoys dry-licking Asami all over with just the power of his stare) – the level of smugness displayed on Asami's sleeping expression. Threatening to vomit all over his own thoughts, too logical for his person at such an early hour of the day, Takaba carefully props himself out of the bed (no matter where they ended up doing their thing, Asami never failed to carry him to the comfort of the soft mattress), all the while praying to someone 'upstairs' (never to 'whoever' listened because really, he doesn't need any more devils with him in the room) that Asami would have mercy on him and continued to pretend to be asleep until he dragged his limping behind out of the penthouse. Wet sensation runs down his tighs, making him flush in memory of how such fluids made its way inside of him. Takaba turns his eyes away from the bathroom door and cruelly rejects the shower with silent treatment. Breath stalled, he moves the fastest he can, struggling to pull his jeans up his legs, trying to stand up without falling and standing guard with one eye never leaving his bed partner. After the easy part – and Takaba chuckles humorlessly at that – comes the real test. Allowing himself to indulge in a final touch would carry a tremendous risk, the percentage of his efforts until that exact moment would all go to waste and he would certainly regret his actions and torment himself for days on end for being such an insufferable idiot. So most days he fought back the urge, a longing gaze rooming the other's sleeping (or not) form for a single moment. The door would shut behind him. And then, against the other side of the object separating him from his desire, Takaba would take a deep breath and, not completely content (as he thinks he should be), congratulates himself for his momentarily pang of good judgment; and would take one step further away from the building, starting his day. Only today is one of the days he really doesn't want to step away immediately; not really. Sneakers just finished being tied are discarded with the ankle of each opposite foot, respectively. Like most days, the door shuts behind him; but this time, he stays inside. The distance between Takaba and the bed diminishes and anticipation curls tightly around his middle. Just one touch. A single touch and I'm good to go. Mental preparation; an attempt to will himself to strengthen his own resolve and stick to it. Scrapped blue-cladded knees meet the coolness of the floor. A hand for support. Takaba leans down and shudders at the warm breath against his face. They are close, so close it burns and they aren't even skin on skin yet. Takaba wonders how he is even able to take it – his touch – without blasting into instant combustion. Deciding he needs to recall that 'how', his lips brush lightly against Asami's, nearly connecting. The rush of feelings that flows through him is powerful, demanding, and he doesn't feel like he's in any condition to deny it. Takaba presses his mouth with intent now, harder. The hand which was on the floor somehow is now putting pressure down on the bed, dangerously close to the yakuza's face. A shower of feather-kisses along the other's cheeks, lips, chin. Takaba finds himself no longer on the floor but fully on the bed as well, unthinkingly following the example of his traitorous hand. Another kiss; where he not so much as kisses but rather breathes in the essence of Asami into himself. Straddling the taller man, the photographer lets one of his hands travel from one bare shoulder up the neck, then the jaw; his fingertips dancing on the other's closed lips. Takaba bends down to steal one last taste. One more. My fix for the day. Then I'm outta here. Mouths connect. And when Takaba feels Asami's lips moving slowly, softly against his own, his eyelids snap open and he knows he went too far. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Before he can pull away and take off like a scared lamb running from a starved wolf, the other firmly but gently puts a hand around his neck and deepens the kiss. All thoughts of getting away from the older man gone, Takaba's eyes fall shut again, his brow furrowing in concentration, his throat giving birth to a low rumble of a raspy moan. Asami isn't being forceful and makes no other move aside from his lips on Takaba's and his fingers caressing the soft skin of the other's nape. Takaba's hairs stand up at the feeling of it. Their bodies aren't touching anywhere else and he painfully feels the need to change that. Still kissing; slow and long and unbreakable, the younger man lets his knees and elbows stop supporting him and enjoys the feeling of Asami's body on his, separated only by a fine white bed sheet and his own clothes. Fully lying above Asami, letting the other feel all of his weight on him, Takaba lets his hands wander briefly to Asami's bed-hair (Takaba would never admit out loud that he finds it unbearably adorable) and while one lingers there, massaging the dark-brown strands, the other gets bolder and travels down Asami's side until it finds his well-defined hipbone and decides to keep it company for a while. Lungs burning with the need for oxygen, Takaba reluctantly abandons Asami's mouth, but not without conserving their lips just barely apart. Both pairs of eyes open and lock on the other's. Takaba wants to say something, anything, but nothing comes out; words hiding from him in the darkest corner of his mind. He attempts to search for them but then Asami's voice is there, violating his ear with its huskiness, and still slurred from sleep. "Take a shower with me?" It's so tempting; so, so tempting. But he can't. It's enough already that he turned his back to the door and came back inside and did what he did and they had been doing what they had been doing. It was time to really wake up. "I can't." And at that Asami's hand leaves the back of his neck, delicately caressing his cheek on the way, downwards, as it falls to the bed. Takaba missed the feel of it even before it had left. Asami is looking at him, really looking at him, and Takaba feels naked, completely open and exposed as if every bit of his insides are there – like a gutted pig after the kill – for everyone to see and judge and poke and stab. Except the only one in the room with him is Asami. And Asami is the only one of them who's naked. He opens his mouth but his vocabulary is apparently still playing hide-and-seek somewhere, so he can't make a single sound. Instead, he looks away; the intense gaze Asami lavishes him with too much for him to bare. The silence is a skilled assassin. Unable to stand any longer in wait for it to show its true colors and attack him, Takaba looks back at Asami, whose gaze is now directed at the ceiling; blank, empty, unreadable. It pains him and he's lowering his head again before he knows it, bumping their foreheads together harshly, even while his cerebellum is yelling at him not to. Asami looks at him once more. It pains him to a greater extent, with those cold eyes that seemed to freeze the ceiling now directed at him. He knows it's a mask and, without thinking twice about it, kisses it away. In opposition to the latest one, this kiss is brief, almost non-existent, but their eyes are open and what he catches flickering on Asami's gaze lits him on fire. Takaba scrambles out of the bed in a hurry, tripping on invisible nothingness on his way to the door but not letting himself fall for it. He doesn't bother putting his sneakers back on, quickly crouching and grabbing them swiftly as he passes by the hall and through the door and slams it shut with alarming force. He runs. Runs and runs and runs until his side is killing him and he has to stop. Throwing himself against some door in a crowded street, he doesn't care about the fixed looks being directed at him; not the whispering, nor the pain that makes the whole of his back throb, adding even more to his sore state. Wide-eyed and trembling with whatever the hell he's feeling, he lets himself slide down the vertical plane-texture of the door. Breathing hard and fast, unable to control the intake and exit of air from his lungs, tears start brewing at the corners of his eyes. The tiny droplets feel like smoldering liquid coal. He lets them fall freely. Takaba tightens his legs and wills it to go away, pleads it to go away. But a few minutes pass, long minutes pass and it doesn't. With one hand he grabs himself between his legs, where it feels hard and painful, and he pulls both legs closer to his trembling body by the knees, propping the other arm on top of them, where he lets his head fall down onto. Why? It was— It was b-barely even a kiss so... w-why? As he forces himself to calm down and focuses on the wind and cold weather lowering his body temperature, Takaba isn't aware of what happens, at the same time, inside the house his feet scurried to get him out from. Asami gets out of bed. He lets his body be washed by liquid ice, his head thrown back and mouth open, to let the cold water freeze him inside and out. Then, filling his three-piece suit with graceful movements, he grabs a lonesome camera laying forgotten on the table in the living-room and heads out to drop by a certain brat's friend's apartment and leave it on the desk. No, Takaba wasn't aware of it; but he would figure it out when he arrived at Kou's on the evening after leeching the whole day at Takato's, and then he would touch his camera, hold it as if it was something precious (because it was, now for more ways than one) and wonder for the umpteenth time why the hell did he always run away. How the night would end was moderately predictable, just like many others during the last year. The mornings not so much, just like so many before. Not until his two-choice road was cut down to one. Takaba just hoped Asami didn't get tired of playing cat-and-mouse until then. -x- The next night they would get… together, wouldn't be exactly what Takaba was expecting, was to expect, after all this time. Asami comes strolling in at 03:17 a.m., looking like he owns the place, as usual. Takaba doesn't bother with inquiries about how the other man had gained access to Kou's apartment days before, much less about how he knew Kou was out tonight, sparing himself of a tremendous headache. Between relieving himself of the constriction of his jacket, waistcoat and tie, pulling out the chosen one from the little box of cancer sticks and allowing the sofa the honor of having his well-sculpted ass sit on it, Asami finishes his entrance with a much belated voicing. "Hey." Takaba doesn't quite know what to make of it; usually he would be cornered against a wall or lead to the bedroom right away (or to anywhere else, really) as soon as Asami appeared at his door step. Now it was all very… calm. It left him feeling out of place in his own (temporary) home while Asami fit in like a gorgeous, extravagant, living decoration that Takaba wouldn't be able to afford if he saved money for the rest of his entire life. Oh God. Are we like… going to talk? "H-Hey…" Even his own voice betrays him. Takaba takes a second to complain in-psyche. When I'm with him… I can't even trust myself anymore. Throat clear. Try again. "Do you… want some tea… or something?" "I'd appreciate it." "Right. Then I'll, uh—" Takaba gestures a bit with his hands, trying to illustrate his point, and leaves to the kitchen; discarding a no-little amused Asami lounging on the sofa. His fingers dance in a frenzy without asking his permission first and Takaba lets the kettle fall with a loud clang in the sink, making him have to re-fill it with water. He's more than certain Asami gave in to a chuckle before calling out to him from the living-room, his voice just a remote-control one-click higher than his default level. A curse for Kou and his old-school teakettle. Takaba swears right then to buy an electric one for him, a pricy one, and make Kou pay him back, yen by yen. "You seem especially nervous today. What's the matter? "Well excuse me if you're kind of creeping me out. Even though it's not the first time you just show up out of nowhere I'm not exactly waiting for you to all of a sudden step in. And you're being weird today. Like… weirder-than-usual weird." In some parallel dimension where Kou's kitchen is alive, it would laugh and cry and thump and roll around at Takaba's scrambling-around to heat up water for the tea; his face is pink and his mouth is capable of mumbling (barely) coherently as he tries not to scream and make a fool out of himself, and yet still talk audibly for Asami to hear him even through the whistle of the metal pot. "How so?" "Guhh—! You know exactly what I'm talking about! You not doing the things you normally do feels… not right." "What do I normally do that the non-occurrence of it causes you to be so thrown out of balance, care to enlighten me? Akihito." He wishes he could shove his fist into his own mouth and bite it for effect but his hands are currently gathering the mugs and arranging then on the tray, next to the sugar bowl, so he substitutes his fist with nothing but atoms as his teeth crunch together, gnashing. Though there is a certain part of Asami he could just bite off as well. Damn him. "You didn't—" Stop it. Don't say it. That's what he wants; for you to play his game. He'll draw you in, have you where he wants you to be and still be able to goad that it was you who threw yourself into it. "You're not…" Idiot. Digging your own hole. Don't complain later – after he fucked you senseless with your half-assed consent. "…touching me." Well done, Takaba Akihito. Get down on your knees and lick the soles of the shoes he didn't bother to take off like the good pet that you are, why don't you? "I'm tired today." Takaba thinks that maybe he was going def. "…what?" He stops at the doorway, looking straight at Asami like he's… Satan. Freshly arrived from the pit. Wait. That comparison is just too damn accurate… "I didn't have time to sleep last night, too much work; so I'm feeling rather fatigued." Confused, not knowing what to say or do – that's how Takaba is feeling as he looks with no short amount of incredulity at Asami, as if the man had just spouted utterly impossible crap. A man who seems to possess matchless (not to say endless) stamina, denying himself from indulging in his regular pleasure-filled sessions, which always seem to not only not drain him at all but rather recharge his energy to the fullest, admitting such a thing in all his – dare Takaba say – honesty, had to at least suck out such a reaction. "I… don't understand. Why are you here then?" If not for sex, or for confiscation of his films and then punishment – that meant sex – or anything else and then sex, Takaba's brain couldn't find a reason as to why the yakuza was currently spending time in his house with him. Not having sex. It's almost like… socializing. Hanging out? Takaba hangs out with his friends. Asami is certainly not his friend. He's not, right? I mean, I don't even know anymore. Takaba also spends time with his family. Asami is most definitely not his family. He is not his long lost older brother thought dead who his parents never told him about because it was a wound too big. He is not his real, biological father that abandoned him at birth because he was a child born from one of his many mistresses. He is not his uncle or cousin. He is not his transvestite unborn daughter, or anyone else related to him by blood. It's odd. Feels odd, smells odd, looks odd. "To relax." Okay, that is not what Takaba was expecting, not in a long shot. His internal disk is going into overdrive at any given nanosecond. Takaba stumbles upon his words. "You… came here to… relax? After working hours upon hours, a whole day and then more without resting, doing… whatever it is that you do; meetings and deals and threats and kills and… instead of going home to sleep, you came… here? To relax?" "I did." Takaba finally snaps out of his reverie and decalcifies himself from the spot on the ground he was glued to. Setting down the tray on the desk, by the computer, he satisfies the mugs' thirst as he fills them with warm beverage. Handling an unadulterated teacup to Asami, he injects a decent amount of sugar into his own before sipping it, cursing loudly as his upper lip gets burned (earning him a light-hearted snort from the only other person in the room) and then blowing on the fervent liquid in irritated manner, at least proving he learned with his mistake. "I don't get it." "Don't worry yourself so much, you're safe today. I'm not doing anything, am I?" "No, no, no… That is what worries me! You are seriously fucking freaking me out!" The dark-haired man drinks his tea with Japanese grace underneath his western-ish, putting-models-to-shame looks. "Why is that? Would you prefer that I had taken you as soon as I passed your threshold?" Good old Smirk-sama is right there. Takaba-kun's Control Center Status: Orange. "Yes! Because that's how it is; you come, take what you want and get out! Now— now you came, you… park the car and stand-by. I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing or what you pretend to accomplish with this. This is not… it's not how you operate." "Are you scared?" "What? I-I'm not scared, I just… I just want to know what this is all about and— yeah, I'm scared, alright? Don't look at me like that; don't read me, I fucking hate when you do that!" "There is no hidden motive, don't torture yourself over it. I wanted to come over, so I came over. I came, I sat down, you made tea, you sat down – although you got up again – and now we're talking. I'm relaxing. That's what I came to do." "…" "Are you so against me being here?" "I… Why..? Why here, why with me; I don't…" "Say it. What you're bottling up. Talk to me." "I'm not—!" "Akihito." Takaba-kun's Control Center Status: Red. I… If I had to say if I like you or dislike you, then I don't like you. I don't like what you do and I don't like what you stand for. We're opposites. Different sides. Everything you do, the way you think and act; the way I see it, it's all wrong. You're a 'bad guy', you're a criminal. But I can't say it doesn't have a contra-effect as well, I can't deny that the dangerous aura around you turns me on, makes me anticipate and fear every word that comes out of your mouth, every step you take closer to me. It attracts me; everything about you pulls me in. I know I should stay away from you, run from you, be scared of you. But I'm not, not like that: I can't. The fear you inflict in me isn't the same fear you inflict in everyone else. They're scared of what you'll do to them, that you'll hurt them, strip them of everything they have, kill them. Sure, if you feel like it, you're perfectly able to do it, but what I'm terrified of is the feeling you awake in me, that you'll see the truth behind my lies, the want underneath my rejection. I'm scared shitless you'll see what you mean to me and what I would do for you, what I would leave behind for you… what I feel for you. And I'm scared of what you'll reflect when I finally get the guts to look at you in eye. Of what your reaction will be. Of your answer." Takaba had never said so much in one single breath. Asami is stunned, glued to the sofa and speechless for once. "And if I had to say if I love you or hate you… I'd say I hate you. Like I have before." "…" "And like before I'd be lying." Takaba turns around and doesn't give Asami time to say a word before stepping outside of his own living place and making his way through the streets of Tokyo at the breaking of dawn. -x- He's finding himself quite brave today, and unwavering, having finished an important assignment even more efficiently than he had planned to and received his wagers – quite a decent amount, and well-deserved, if he might say so himself. And so, after days and days of brain-swelling harsh thinking – with zero contact from Asami all the while – Takaba finds himself in front of Club Sion. "Hey, punk, this is no place for you. Get out of here." A~ah, welcoming as usual. He wants to retort, to snipe back full-throttle and give the menacing… bouncer? Settling for high-maintenance bouncer he wants to giggle, but swallows it drily and attempts a more serene approach. "Ah well, I want to talk to Asami. Is, uh, Kirishima-san… or Suoh-san here?" "I told you already to go away before I have to— "Look… Yojimbo-san? I need to go in so if you'll just call one of them or just let me pass yourself it'll be a great help." Okay, he can't help it. He tried but the man just looks kind of dumb anyway and that's that. "Who the hell are you calling 'yojimbo'? You—" The man in black decides to resort to physical, at last, and Takaba takes advantage of it. A kick to the shin and the other falters. Even the sturdiest structure goes down when a well-conspired attack explodes at its pillars of support. "AH!" "Ah sorry, sorry~" Takaba jumps around a bit to the left, then to the right to avoid being freely offered a strike dead-on to the nose by a clenched fist. "Damn brat, come here!" As the man reaches out and grabs him by the back of his t-shirt, Takaba turns around sharp-fast already mentally preparing his knee to smash against the suited man's balls. "Hey man, let me the fuck go or I swear I'll do worse next ti—" "What is going on here?" Neither had noticed the sure steps closing in on them, too lost in their little street fight. Four-eyes stands before them, masked disbelief cracking his voice. "Takaba-kun?" Takaba suddenly realizes, for the second time, how glad he is that Glasses Guy didn't die on that god damn ship ages ago. Now the bouncing bouncer… he doesn't look so happy at being caught not doing his job properly. "Ugh, sempai, this is… I was just getting rid of this punk but he's—" "Let go of him. He's fine. Don't forget that." Simple and to the point. Glasses' eyes are on himself and if the man hadn't just directed a sentence at his subordinate, Takaba would think he hadn't even acknowledged the other guy's presence. "Takaba-kun. What brings you here?" "Kirishima-san, can I se— hm, is Asami available?" "This way." The two men slither inside the club and uncaringly leave the abandoned pup, or rather, the confused bouncer looking for answers in the sound of their footsteps. A bleach-haired, buff and tall person takes pity on him (not really) and butts in. "You just started working here, Gamma, so I guess you haven't been told but from now on I strongly recommend you not to act violent towards the bra— Clearing his throat. "—towards Takaba-kun. The boss won't be happy. And then neither will you." "H-Hai." It doesn't give him any answers, really, but it sure serves to keep his mouth from getting a mouthful of flies and shut him up. -x- "He just came out from a meeting and there is nothing in need of his immediate attention for now. I'll let Asami-sama know you're here. You know the way." "Yes. Hm, thank you." -x- Not bothering with knocking at the door or signaling his arrival any more than Kirishima already did, Takaba strolls right in, dismissing the leather sofa that looks like it needs desperately to be sat down upon and only stops when the front of his black Converse as good as bumps into Asami's working desk. "What is the reason for such an unexpected visit?" Hello to you too, almighty jerk. Takaba did prepare himself for the encounter but the simulation is never quite the same as the real thing. "Er, do you… doyouwanttogoout? Asami hadn't moved since the photographer made his way inside his office; sitting on his chair, assessing legal and not-so-legal and everything-but-legal documentation. Takaba considers seppuku as he notices he feels… jealously… of those damn papers receiving so much of Asami's attention. Jealous. Great. Of fucking paper sheets. Double great. My condition is worse than I thought. "…I'm afraid I didn't quite understand your…question?" Takaba's cheeks go red. Fury. Shame. Both. Oh yeah, you so did you freaking— "I said: do you want to go somewhere?" He grips his control tightly and doesn't even stagger this time. But he does drawl out each word as long as he can, purposely. And the yakuza finally, finally directs his gaze at him. He feels a rush; although he stills wishes the infuriating corner of the other man's mouth would go fuck itself. "Are you asking me out, Akihito?" Don't clench your teeth; he'll notice your tensing jaw. Breathe. "I guess…" The younger of the two expects to be provoked and to be made fun of before receiving an indulging answer. The older of the two does his part and surprises him with a stealth response. "Sure. Let us go." "!" "What is it; don't tell me you were expecting me to decline your invitation?" A hand to the back of his neck; scratching the awkwardness. "Yeah well… no, not really but— I don't know. It doesn't matter." Asami arranges the documents at one side and leaves then there for Kirishima to collect later. The chair misses his weight as he finishes leading his arm through his jacket sleeve. "Shall we go then?" Leaving his office, Asami's feet allow him to travel along the corridors to the outside of the building. Takaba, following one step behind, almost bumps into his back when he pauses next to his BMW. "Shall we go by car?" "We'll walk. If you don't mind." "I suppose you're not telling me where we're going? If so, lead the way. I cannot read your mind, in its entirety, contrary to what you might believe." The light-brown-haired man doesn't pout. But he wants to. He shakes it off anyway and starts walking side-by-side with Asami, guiding him through the crowd. "Hm. I won't take you anywhere 'nice' like you're used to so… don't make fun of it, 'kay?" "I won't." They walk in confortable silence. Asami's expensive shoes clack when they hit the ground, his hands peeking into his trouser pockets, causing the short tail of his open jacket to flump back a little around his wrists. His hair flies softly with the wind; it's almost 8 p.m. and though the temperature doesn't feel too low, the feeling of the cold breeze feels nice. Takaba rearranges the strap of his bag crossing his body diagonally a bit so that it's not biting into his bare neck. The traffic sign changes its color and they traverse the white lines painted on the dark pavement along with hundreds of other people. His peripheral vision takes in the sight of their target-location and his lips elevate in a smile. Usually the place is full, rush-hour is relentless after all, but today only a few salary men occupy half the tables at the ramen stand in Shinjuku Station. They have their orders taken and take hold of a table in one of the corners, where it's less noisier. "You surprised me today." Asami's oral fixation kicks in and a white stick is already stuck between full lips. A flame to the tip; smoke kindly fluctuates, forming pretty crinkled-like laces in the middle of otherwise full-blown darkness, were they not illuminated by streets lamps. "Uh?" "I thought for sure you would avoid me for a while. A long while even. After that outburst the last time." "…" "What made you come today?" "Can you not be so straight-forward this once? It's really disconcerting." I'm trying to act normal here, dumbass. "And me doing that would be childish." A chuckle. "Exactly." "Bastar— Anyway! I'm… sorry… for that day. It was stupid. I've already forgotten so do me a favor and do the same." Being on the receiving end of such a suffocating stare is quite horrifying, even if thrill-inducing – is surely what Takaba's brain cells struggle to orchestrate. Much too early comes the not-quite remark. "I don't think I want to." "Don't make me regret this, I— really wanted to make up for it. Hm… it was the first time we were… talking… like just two people talking, not including the times I asked for help, or you talked me out of my dumps. Just talk. I didn't know what to do at the moment and it came to that." "Are you telling me you didn't mean a word you said?" Takaba seems genuinely surprised at that. Asami finds himself very pleased by the reaction. Shaking his head for emphasis, the blonde answers with honesty. "No. No, I'm not. I meant it. What I said might have been said in the spur of the moment but it wasn't thought in the spur of the moment. The things I said, I had already reflected on them. I meant them." The fire reflected on the shorter man's orbs pleased him immensely – Asami could admit. "Good." "Hm." Taking notice of the waiter gathering everything on the counter with the corner of his eye, Asami lets the last centimeters of his cigarette meet the ground and presses his shiny foot on it. "If that is so, why do you want me to forget?" "Ah, I don't really… it's just embarrassing to talk about it now that I have conscience of it all. It's irritating. I didn't plan on just drop a bomb like that." Smirk. Closing in on them now, the waiter serves them of their meals: Asami of his simple soba dish and Takaba of his gigantic bowl of miso ramen. A bottle of sake at the center of the table and he leaves the guests to their own devices. Asami pokes Takaba with a stick a final time, just to spice the meal a bit more. "Then how had you planned to? At dinner, after you cooked for me dressed in an apron – apron only, nothing else underneath – a few candles to illuminate the dark living-room, perhaps?" "God, you're so annoying." A chuckle from here, a tsk from there and a slurping sound mix homogeneously with the noise of the surrounding crowd as the two of them start filling their stomachs in unhurried fashion. As they finish eating, a good quarter-of-an-hour later, Takaba pays for their food as Asami gulps down the last of his drink. Back on track and wearing a wicked grin, the yakuza lies in wait for directions by the sidewalk. "Where to now?" A brief pause. No turning back once the play-button is pressed; no rewinding allowed. "Your place." A longer pause now. Long enough for Takaba to start letting his thoughts run around wildly; long enough for Asami's inexpressive face to soften. "Well then, shall we walk on foot to there as well?" "We're taking your car, asshole." Takaba revels in Asami's free, warm laugh and joins him on their trip back to the club. Surprisingly enough, he didn't feel nervous anymore. -x- As soon as they are inside, Takaba finds himself trapped between Asami and the door; the doorknob biting at his back, Asami's teeth biting at his lip. He pushes the other off of him with all the strength he can muster and grips his collar with one hand, dragging a very willing and amused Asami to the master bedroom. His show of domination is cut short when he's thrown onto the bed, the pillows denying the bed header of the bump it would create on the back of Takaba's head at the clash. Asami is on top of Takaba the next moment, nipping at the side of his neck, nuzzling into it and absorbing his scent. A gasp as Takaba moves his neck, giving more of himself for the other to do what he wills. While his hands are working fast on the mission of disrobing Asami of all of his clothes as fast as possible, he engages them in what might be one of their most sloppy kisses. Satisfied with having a deliciously naked Asami in sight, Takaba lets himself be freed of his clothes as well; Asami's inhuman undressing skills taking care of it in a heartbeat. A thumb and an indicator are pinching his nipple and before he can hiss, his breath is being ripped from him by Asami's deep kiss. "Ahh… w-wait! Let me, let me ride you…" "As you wish." Asami changes their positions with ease, like playing with LEGO pieces. Takaba finds himself not caring about being man-handled at the moment. His fingertips travel all around Asami's vast expanse of smooth, hard skin. Takaba's lips and tongue follow, leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere; his Adam's apple, the hollow of his throat, flicking his darkening erect nipple and biting it with no restraint. Asami growls – a sound dipped with arousal and promise of retribution – and grips the other's full erection in a punishing tightness. The younger man explores the body offered to him, hand combing silky hair, lips pressing into the other's inner tight, brushing and breathing, warm puffs of hair on already hot skin. His tongue comes out to play with the distinct vein of Asami's hard-on, teasing it, wetting it only there. He can feel those sun-like eyes piercing into him and he can't help looking back even with the knowledge that it might blind him. Asami's hand comes to toy with his hair, encouraging him to continue, and he does. He licks Asami's cock from base to tip in a broad stroke, tasting him. Takaba swallows the tiny droplets of pre-cum his tongue gathered and licks his lips at the taste. "So lewd. Do you like it that much; my flavor? "Shut up." Without another word, the hazel-eyed man bows down and opens his mouth, his lips hugging the other man's member to the hilt inside his heated cave. He hums at the feel of Asami's penis hitting the walls of his throat and sucks hard from the start, working the tight erection with skillful familiarity. Asami allows Takaba to set the pace, to grab his hips and press them to the bed, restricting his movement and just letting him thrust gently from time to time, in contrast to the hard-working mouth around him, engulfing his length in its entirety and moving up and down along it quickly, as his tongue pleases the underside. Takaba is extremely satisfied with the expression splattered on Asami's face, cradled between his now practically gel-free bangs; his separated lips and the quiet, deep breathing coming from in-between them, together with his relaxed body, contracting only the muscles of his abdomen each time the sensation gets hotter. Said man grins, full-teeth, and while any other guy would look a tad more idiotic or at least un-sexy, Asami only looks better. Even better. So beautiful. One last long suck, teeth grazing as he slides Asami's cock from his mouth; watching it slap back against his tight abdominals as it arcs back perfectly. Takaba doesn't lick the pearls of Asami's fluids and his own spit still lingering on his lips this time around and, on all-fours, climbs back up Asami's body until their faces are on level and leans down, meshing their lips together and pushing into Asami's mouth; tongues licking behind teeth and forcing groans out of the back of the other's throats. Asami bites down. Takaba releases a guttural sound. Saliva meets blood. Asami brushes his tongue against the blonde's lip, from the corner to the middle, like a pencil on canvas, and forces his lips apart again just to meet with a barrier of tightly clenched teeth. Eyes full of anger and desire burning into him, Asami nothing but smiles and drops a soft kiss at Takaba's chin. He handles his own manhood with one hand and with the other grips at Takaba's hip as he guides it to the other's entrance, stilling instead of pressing in. Palms at the larger man's pectorals, Takaba knows what he's expected to do. Lowering his ass, feeling the blunt head of Asami's penis breaching him open, he inhales deeply and knowingly relaxes both his mind and his body. The stretching burns him up even more, his pores are open, he's already glistening with unshed sweat. As he feels the organ inside him pulsing as much as Asami's heart does under his palm, he allows his own grin to surface and mirror Asami's. That's the signal and they start moving simultaneously, pressing into each other. Pressing in more. Taking in deeper. Thrusting up faster. Thrusting down harder. His nails leaving crescent markings into firm, long legs while his nails scratch white rivers into ribs and broad shoulders. The air feels heavy with hard breathing, lust-filled stares and unrestrained moans. Takaba grips Asami's wrist, probably with force enough to bruise, and leads the slightly larger hand to his cock. Asami starts fisting his full erection, stroking him hard. "Nnn, yeah…" "What is it that you desire? Tell me." Trading his hand for his elbow, to support himself lower, Takaba brings them nose-touching, mingling his breath with Asami's. "K-kiss. Kiss me." He says so in a wanton moan. The passion in it makes it sound like an order and there's a spiteful note saying 'if you don't I'll fucking maim you' between the lines. Asami does. He kisses Takaba thoroughly, leaving the other panting and trembling. A particularly forceful thrust and he moans loudly, in spite of himself. The sound seems to have a strong effect on Takaba, as his insides tighten, clamping down painfully on Asami. "So— naa, deep… aahh!" "More?" "Asa…mi…" Their actions speed up mindlessly. Asami pushes himself up, crossing his legs and hugging the lean, toned body to his. "Gh— aahh… I-I'm…" Takaba manages to rasp out as he drowns himself on the wetness running down Asami's neck. He licks whatever he reaches and he's answered with a whisper near his ear lobe that triggers the outcome of the heated encounter. "Come." The two bodies tense and tremble silently at being finally allowed release. The tingling pleasure lingering as they go limp and fall asleep comfortably that way; all tangled and naked and filthy from sex. -x- Asami wakes up alone. The back of his hand on the way to cover his eyes as a disappointed sigh of air leaves him feeling empty on the inside. That is, until his ears catch the sound of a loud curse, followed by a train of more loud curses coming from the direction of the kitchen. Bang. The door of the cabinet would have cried out if it wasn't mute. "There's nothing to eat in this fucking house, are you shitting me?!" Getting up, Asami's laugh rumbles in the back of his throat (and he pushes back the reason why his mood changed so fast) as he makes his naked way to meet the starving stray cat trashing his kitchen to the ground, with the intention of feeding him some milk. (*) Takes place in the morning that follows the events of Loveprize 1 - Volume 3.

Has anyone of you know about: Ai Wo Utau Yori Ore Ni Oborero! or Ai Ore!(Sequel) both from Shinjo Mayu's works? Those who have read or known this manga, I wish you could help me. I've recently finished reading these two..and I got hypnotized to it. I love Akira's aggressiveness to Mitsuki. The way he pursue her is epic. Even though he's smaller than Mitsuki, you can really see it that he's tough and the "SEME" type Could any of you recommend me any similar mangas?? PLEASE. >. The genres of this manga are: ROMANCE,GENDER BENDER, SCHOOL LIFE, COMEDY, DRAMA, SHOUJO AND SMUT It'd be best if the SEME is aggressive. Like, he's always protective, he gets jealous easily and from time to time he pushes down the girl XD I really love those kind of scenes (but please, no s**.. but KISSING SCENE IS A MUST) I'm a pure girl.. kidding XD Oh yeah, it must be gender bender and [sMUTTY]... I discovered that gender bender animes are really interesting... another is, I recommend the girl will be the one changing gender.... MIND YOU, I already read: (the following are gender benders) >Pheromomania Syndrome >Huouo Gakuen >Charming Junkie >Kanojo ga Cafe ni Kayou Wake >Seiyuu Ka~! >Teppen >Hana no Kishi >Bara no Maria >Girl Got Game >Girl Meets Girl(wew...I didn't finish this XD I don't know that it's Yuri until the girl kissed the main girl(a boy before) >Maria Holic(yuri also -_-'') >Koutei Gentei >My Boyfriend is a vampire and many more... Picture of Ai Wo Utau Yori Ore Ni Oborero! and it's sequel XD:

hi and welcome Asta in this yaoi heaven Have fun ^_^

Maybe you should ignore that person ....

the weather is fine, -but the wind blew strong- i got fascinated so i took some pics . . . i love it when the sky turns to a glowing blue sea with cotton candy clouds & here were my babies -after giving them a COLD bath- (same day) -hihi- they were called ASPIN -doesn't have a breed- XD

Sensei's not in yet? Haha, present guys!!! *sits down and starts writing*

I know how you feel... That's my favorite song from them... This song brings back memories

thanks for putting the link here! ^.^

i think that, most of all, people need to respect each other. respect other people choice. respect other people feelings.