Fic Post: Empty and Clean
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momebieTitle: Empty and Clean
Fandom: Yellow
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Taki/Goh
Word Count: 1,636
Summary: Taki dislikes the rain, and the way that Goh is slowly driving him insane.
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble. I thought I'd practice writing short things. And just like most of Goh's attempts on Taki, it was an exercise in futility. *sigh* But one of these days I too shall triumph! Inspired by the We Are Scientists song Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt.
Taki was draped over the back of the couch, chin rested on his folded arms, watching the rain. The dull, grey light filtered in through the window. It cast a sick pall on everything in the apartment and the skin of his reflection in the glass was tinged with white. Taki never had liked rainy days. The low ceiling of clouds and the drops of rain that crowded in on everything and couldn’t be escaped always made him feel claustrophobic and small, cut off from the world. He scowled as a low moan came from the closed door to his right. Since he’d moved in with Goh he had another reason to hate rainy days; Goh loved them.
Living with Goh had so far been exhausting. Goh took any excuse he could to stay in bed, usually with whichever pretty, young boy he happened to be seeing that second. There had been so many that Taki had given up trying to keep them straight or getting to know them. They were never around for long.
Goh’s lifestyle should have kept him out of Taki’s hair and made living with him easy. And Taki thought that it would, if Goh could ever keep those pretty, young boys quiet. Taki wondered, on occasion, what it is that Goh could be doing to them that was that pleasurable. The thought was never there for any amount of time though, before he realized that he was having those kinds of thoughts about his partner. When realization happened a warm flush would creep up his cheeks and Taki would go off to clean his gun. Taki had a very clean gun.
He dropped his forehead onto his arms, screwed his eyes shut tight, and thought about going down to the Roost. Tsunuga might make him a cup of tea and then become scarce, but it was also as likely that he’d send Taki on some errand, and Taki really didn’t want to be outside. And it wasn’t as if the memories of those noises wouldn’t follow him anyway.
“Nnngghhh, oh Go- Goh!”
Taki slid down the back of the couch and curled into the fetal position. He pulled one of the worn cushions over his head and tried to focus on his breathing. He inhaled and exhaled as deeply as he could with the cushion pushing in against his left nostril. The sound of the rush of air into and out of his lungs almost drowned out the tattoo of the rain, but it only partially obscured everything else.
Somewhere between breaths 375 and 376, there was silence. Taki didn’t want to take any chances. He kept his head buried under the pillow and let the distant sound of thunder punctuate his memory of the way Goh always sighed their names. He spoke them like a magic spell, as if the words weren’t quite there, or as if the boy’s themselves might slip away if the names were spoken aloud. It was incredibly erotic, except for the fact that Goh was a man. These two opposing thoughts frustrated Taki in several ways, a few of which had sent him stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night more times than he was comfortable with.
“Funny,” a muffled voice said. “I never would have figured you for the type.”
Taki pulled the pillow down until his chin rested over the top of it and looked blankly at Goh. He was shirtless, his chest, arms and neck displayed a series of scratches, bruises and bite marks. They were a map of every place that boy had been while Taki had been curled up on the couch pretending to be nowhere.
Goh’s pants hung low on his waist, the top button undone. This allowed Taki a glimpse of a few fine, dark hairs that had he couldn’t help but think had probably had that boy’s nose buried in them moments before. He remembered the last woman he had been that close to and wondered what Goh would smell like compared to her. Taki shook his head and tried not to blush at the mental image. “What type?”
“Autoerotic asphyxiation.”
Taki blanched. The blush that had been working its way up his neck was wiped clean as his whole body went cold at the idea of what Goh had suggested. He had to have been kidding. But Goh was looking at Taki with a sort of sated evenness that Taki wasn’t used to, and not with the wicked grin and burning eyes that usually belied his intentions.
“I just-” was eavesdropping. “It’s all your-” goddamned fault for flaunting it! “Don’t be stupid!” Taki finally spat out. “Even if I was going to do something like that, I wouldn’t do it here in the living room. I have a little courtesy, unlike some people.”
Goh slipped his hands into his front pockets, which slid the pants down a little further and uncovered a little more hair. Taki’s eyes followed the movement until he realized he was staring and looked back up into Goh’s face. Goh now had a small, crooked grin. “It would be ok, if you were,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t tell.” He took two steps toward Taki and Taki had to turn his head upwards to keep his eyes locked onto Goh’s and not accidentally be distracted by whatever Goh was, or wasn’t, wearing below his waistline.
“Idiot, who is there to tell anyway? Even if I was, which I’m not.” Goh smiled wider and pulled his hands out of his pockets, which relieved Taki some, because the pants rose a millimeter higher up his waist when he did. He fell forward then, too fast for Taki to react, and landed with his hands on either side of Taki’s head and his knees propped against the edge of the couch.
His nose was pressed into Taki’s cheek and Taki could smell the sweat and sex on him. Taki’s stomach clenched and familiar warmth began to pool just below his stomach. “You can’t be so sure can you,” he whispered, “if you’ve never tried it.” The breath tickled the hairs on the side of Taki’s neck and he shiverered. Goh pressed closer to him and closed his eyes. “Oh, Taki,” he sighed. He took a deep breath in and moved in a shiver that mirrored Taki’s, as if he had taken whatever Taki had been feeling into himself.
Taki’s heart stopped for that moment. It was the same way, the same way he said all of their names. And now Taki was even more frustrated, almost angry. He didn’t want Goh to like him that way. He didn’t want to be desired so openly and encompassingly by a man. That kind of love frightened him. But at the same time he was indignant. Taki didn’t want to be like all of the other boys that came in and out of their apartment either. If Goh was going to desire Taki, he wanted to be desired differently. He wanted to be special. Taki stretched his top leg out and then rolled onto his back, preparing to push Goh away. He placed his hands on Goh’s shoulders.
Goh reached up with his right hand and touched the back of Taki’s left lightly with his fingertips. He traced the length of Taki’s arm to his shoulder, and then traveled down Taki’s body over his clothing to his hip bone. Taki could feel goose bumps rise along his skin the whole way. Reflexively, he folded his leg, pulling his knee closer to him. He applied a weak amount of force to Goh’s shoulders. “What, what are you doing?”
“Whatever I’m allowed,” Goh said. Taki opened his mouth to protest, but it was lost as Goh kissed him, running his tongue slowly over Taki’s. Taki couldn’t breathe. He was unbearably hot and uncomfortable. Women never made him feel like this, which he assumed was a good thing. Sex was about pleasure, not discomfort. And while his body was reacting strongly to Goh’s, it was a disorienting reaction that left his head feeling disconnected from his body and made it hard to breathe. The only explanation he could come up with for it was that he knew what Goh wanted was wrong.
Taki didn’t feel Goh’s hand move, and didn’t realize it had until he could feel his erection being palmed through his jeans. “No!” he shouted into Goh’s open mouth. He tried to pull his head back into the couch cushion and pushed roughly at Goh’s shoulders.
Goh sat back and wiped his mouth with his left hand while he kept his right at the crotch of Taki’s jeans. He squeezed Taki slightly and Taki slapped him openhanded across the cheek. “Get the fuck away from me,” he snarled.
Goh smiled in the way Taki knew meant he was amused. It was the smile he used when he made out with boy’s on that very couch, plied them with alcohol or cigarettes and cornered his quarry for the kill. They stared at each other while Taki’s breathing returned to normal and the rain began to beat harder at the window.
“Go~oh, where did you go?” His bunny boy was calling, but Goh didn’t look away from Taki for a moment. “I’m so empty without you in me!”
Taki’s eyes widened at the crudeness of the comment. None of the women he had slept with had ever said anything like that. Goh chuckled and leaned in close to him, putting his lips right next to Taki’s ear. “I can fill you too. I want to make sure you never look broken or empty again.” He pressed a light kiss to Taki’s neck where it met with his earlobe. Taki reached under the couch cushions and searched for his newly cleaned gun.
Fandom: Yellow
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Taki/Goh
Word Count: 1,636
Summary: Taki dislikes the rain, and the way that Goh is slowly driving him insane.
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble. I thought I'd practice writing short things. And just like most of Goh's attempts on Taki, it was an exercise in futility. *sigh* But one of these days I too shall triumph! Inspired by the We Are Scientists song Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt.
Taki was draped over the back of the couch, chin rested on his folded arms, watching the rain. The dull, grey light filtered in through the window. It cast a sick pall on everything in the apartment and the skin of his reflection in the glass was tinged with white. Taki never had liked rainy days. The low ceiling of clouds and the drops of rain that crowded in on everything and couldn’t be escaped always made him feel claustrophobic and small, cut off from the world. He scowled as a low moan came from the closed door to his right. Since he’d moved in with Goh he had another reason to hate rainy days; Goh loved them.
Living with Goh had so far been exhausting. Goh took any excuse he could to stay in bed, usually with whichever pretty, young boy he happened to be seeing that second. There had been so many that Taki had given up trying to keep them straight or getting to know them. They were never around for long.
Goh’s lifestyle should have kept him out of Taki’s hair and made living with him easy. And Taki thought that it would, if Goh could ever keep those pretty, young boys quiet. Taki wondered, on occasion, what it is that Goh could be doing to them that was that pleasurable. The thought was never there for any amount of time though, before he realized that he was having those kinds of thoughts about his partner. When realization happened a warm flush would creep up his cheeks and Taki would go off to clean his gun. Taki had a very clean gun.
He dropped his forehead onto his arms, screwed his eyes shut tight, and thought about going down to the Roost. Tsunuga might make him a cup of tea and then become scarce, but it was also as likely that he’d send Taki on some errand, and Taki really didn’t want to be outside. And it wasn’t as if the memories of those noises wouldn’t follow him anyway.
“Nnngghhh, oh Go- Goh!”
Taki slid down the back of the couch and curled into the fetal position. He pulled one of the worn cushions over his head and tried to focus on his breathing. He inhaled and exhaled as deeply as he could with the cushion pushing in against his left nostril. The sound of the rush of air into and out of his lungs almost drowned out the tattoo of the rain, but it only partially obscured everything else.
Somewhere between breaths 375 and 376, there was silence. Taki didn’t want to take any chances. He kept his head buried under the pillow and let the distant sound of thunder punctuate his memory of the way Goh always sighed their names. He spoke them like a magic spell, as if the words weren’t quite there, or as if the boy’s themselves might slip away if the names were spoken aloud. It was incredibly erotic, except for the fact that Goh was a man. These two opposing thoughts frustrated Taki in several ways, a few of which had sent him stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night more times than he was comfortable with.
“Funny,” a muffled voice said. “I never would have figured you for the type.”
Taki pulled the pillow down until his chin rested over the top of it and looked blankly at Goh. He was shirtless, his chest, arms and neck displayed a series of scratches, bruises and bite marks. They were a map of every place that boy had been while Taki had been curled up on the couch pretending to be nowhere.
Goh’s pants hung low on his waist, the top button undone. This allowed Taki a glimpse of a few fine, dark hairs that had he couldn’t help but think had probably had that boy’s nose buried in them moments before. He remembered the last woman he had been that close to and wondered what Goh would smell like compared to her. Taki shook his head and tried not to blush at the mental image. “What type?”
“Autoerotic asphyxiation.”
Taki blanched. The blush that had been working its way up his neck was wiped clean as his whole body went cold at the idea of what Goh had suggested. He had to have been kidding. But Goh was looking at Taki with a sort of sated evenness that Taki wasn’t used to, and not with the wicked grin and burning eyes that usually belied his intentions.
“I just-” was eavesdropping. “It’s all your-” goddamned fault for flaunting it! “Don’t be stupid!” Taki finally spat out. “Even if I was going to do something like that, I wouldn’t do it here in the living room. I have a little courtesy, unlike some people.”
Goh slipped his hands into his front pockets, which slid the pants down a little further and uncovered a little more hair. Taki’s eyes followed the movement until he realized he was staring and looked back up into Goh’s face. Goh now had a small, crooked grin. “It would be ok, if you were,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t tell.” He took two steps toward Taki and Taki had to turn his head upwards to keep his eyes locked onto Goh’s and not accidentally be distracted by whatever Goh was, or wasn’t, wearing below his waistline.
“Idiot, who is there to tell anyway? Even if I was, which I’m not.” Goh smiled wider and pulled his hands out of his pockets, which relieved Taki some, because the pants rose a millimeter higher up his waist when he did. He fell forward then, too fast for Taki to react, and landed with his hands on either side of Taki’s head and his knees propped against the edge of the couch.
His nose was pressed into Taki’s cheek and Taki could smell the sweat and sex on him. Taki’s stomach clenched and familiar warmth began to pool just below his stomach. “You can’t be so sure can you,” he whispered, “if you’ve never tried it.” The breath tickled the hairs on the side of Taki’s neck and he shiverered. Goh pressed closer to him and closed his eyes. “Oh, Taki,” he sighed. He took a deep breath in and moved in a shiver that mirrored Taki’s, as if he had taken whatever Taki had been feeling into himself.
Taki’s heart stopped for that moment. It was the same way, the same way he said all of their names. And now Taki was even more frustrated, almost angry. He didn’t want Goh to like him that way. He didn’t want to be desired so openly and encompassingly by a man. That kind of love frightened him. But at the same time he was indignant. Taki didn’t want to be like all of the other boys that came in and out of their apartment either. If Goh was going to desire Taki, he wanted to be desired differently. He wanted to be special. Taki stretched his top leg out and then rolled onto his back, preparing to push Goh away. He placed his hands on Goh’s shoulders.
Goh reached up with his right hand and touched the back of Taki’s left lightly with his fingertips. He traced the length of Taki’s arm to his shoulder, and then traveled down Taki’s body over his clothing to his hip bone. Taki could feel goose bumps rise along his skin the whole way. Reflexively, he folded his leg, pulling his knee closer to him. He applied a weak amount of force to Goh’s shoulders. “What, what are you doing?”
“Whatever I’m allowed,” Goh said. Taki opened his mouth to protest, but it was lost as Goh kissed him, running his tongue slowly over Taki’s. Taki couldn’t breathe. He was unbearably hot and uncomfortable. Women never made him feel like this, which he assumed was a good thing. Sex was about pleasure, not discomfort. And while his body was reacting strongly to Goh’s, it was a disorienting reaction that left his head feeling disconnected from his body and made it hard to breathe. The only explanation he could come up with for it was that he knew what Goh wanted was wrong.
Taki didn’t feel Goh’s hand move, and didn’t realize it had until he could feel his erection being palmed through his jeans. “No!” he shouted into Goh’s open mouth. He tried to pull his head back into the couch cushion and pushed roughly at Goh’s shoulders.
Goh sat back and wiped his mouth with his left hand while he kept his right at the crotch of Taki’s jeans. He squeezed Taki slightly and Taki slapped him openhanded across the cheek. “Get the fuck away from me,” he snarled.
Goh smiled in the way Taki knew meant he was amused. It was the smile he used when he made out with boy’s on that very couch, plied them with alcohol or cigarettes and cornered his quarry for the kill. They stared at each other while Taki’s breathing returned to normal and the rain began to beat harder at the window.
“Go~oh, where did you go?” His bunny boy was calling, but Goh didn’t look away from Taki for a moment. “I’m so empty without you in me!”
Taki’s eyes widened at the crudeness of the comment. None of the women he had slept with had ever said anything like that. Goh chuckled and leaned in close to him, putting his lips right next to Taki’s ear. “I can fill you too. I want to make sure you never look broken or empty again.” He pressed a light kiss to Taki’s neck where it met with his earlobe. Taki reached under the couch cushions and searched for his newly cleaned gun.
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Date: 2007-04-24 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-24 11:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-24 11:26 am (UTC)*has just downloaded DAZStudio, doesn't really have time to work with it tonight, but hopes to start making Poser art soon /irrelevant*
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Date: 2007-04-24 11:31 am (UTC)Oohh...what is DAZStudio and Poser Art? It sounds shiny. [/loves irrelevance]
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Date: 2007-04-24 11:33 am (UTC)Ugh, and I SHOULD be getting to bed, I've got class at 11:00. . .
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Date: 2007-04-24 11:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-24 11:39 am (UTC)I will definitely go check out what you've got favorited, but when I'm not running so incredibly late for work. Eep!
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Date: 2007-04-24 11:42 am (UTC)My desktop here is midrange so it's iffy. However, I think I could work it with 1 gig RAM, even if I had to shut down everything else (hey, I managed to make Sims 2 work on a 250 usable MB box for almost three years before that computer's motherboard asploded!) so. . . *laughs*
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Date: 2007-04-24 12:08 pm (UTC)Umm..please don't die in class. :p
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Date: 2007-04-24 12:16 pm (UTC)Run XP. It doesn't work on anything lower.
Avoid the last two expansions (Pets and Seasons) as, while they are wonderful, you CANNOT run them on anything lower than 400-500 free MB RAM) and avoid any modded content with high poly counts. Most people warn for that anymore so it should be easy.
DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT, put more than two Sims on a lot unless you have well within the RAM requirements. Two's pushing it, and any more and your game will lag and possibly crash.
Don't try recording video unless you have 500 or more free MB RAM.
Set the graphics settings to midrange rather than high demand.
Same for the sound settings.
Then, before you run the game, go into Windows Task Manager with ctrl+alt+delete and close out ANY process that has your name by it (leave SYSTEM and NETWORK labeled processes running.)
That should make it work. Maybe not perfectly, maybe slow as a trip through frozen ice, but it will work.
If your system has 500 or more free MB RAM, though, you can throw all that out the window - you can run Sims 2 and all its expansions just fine.
And now I am going to be a zombie in class tomorrow. Good morning ^_^
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Date: 2007-04-24 12:51 pm (UTC)Yes, Good morning sunshine, sweet dreams. :p
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Date: 2007-04-24 08:35 pm (UTC)So I have one more tip for you. Before you play, shut down your net connection. Not only does it often suck a fair bit of memory (especially if you have an older Linksys wireless adapter with a memory leak bug, like I did back when I ran the old box) shutting it down also allows you to turn off two processes that must be running when you're online: your antivirus and firewall. Usually, turning off your net connection and shutting both AV and firewall down will free up anywhere from 10,000kb to 30,000kb of RAM, and when you need all you can get. . .
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Date: 2007-04-24 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-24 12:53 pm (UTC)Thank you very much! ^-^ I do love them though, so hopefully I'll be able to get to more of them soon.
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Date: 2007-04-24 02:11 pm (UTC)You are awesome! And that Taki, always such a coquette... XD
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Date: 2007-04-24 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-24 11:03 pm (UTC)Hilarious.
This was fabulous. ^_^
Thank you for cross-posting it at
I hope to see more of your work in the future.
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Date: 2007-04-25 12:01 am (UTC)And thank you for reading. :)
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Date: 2007-04-25 02:00 am (UTC)And that reminds me I have some editing to do.
Please feel free to cross-post any of your older fics to
I'm making a note to come back and look through them later myself.
Back to work. ^_^
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Date: 2007-04-25 03:52 am (UTC)I don't really have any older ones, just a
*makes a note to rummage through your fic when I'm finished moving*
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Date: 2007-04-27 09:49 pm (UTC)I went through your
I'm almost done with my edits, so hopefully I can get back to writing the new chapter this weekend. ^_^
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Date: 2007-10-23 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-24 04:34 am (UTC)