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Jrock Winter Sale - Starts Today!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 20:43:39 GMT

Hello all,

The season may change but the jrock keeps coming! The Epic Jrock Sale continues on! New, lower prices on everything: tour books, magazines, fanclub only merch, CDs and DVDs, t-shirts, hoodies, accessories, photo sets are more! Featured artists include The GazettE, Dir en grey, Miyavi, Versailles, Alice Nine, Gackt, The Underneath, D'espairsRay, Hyde, and many more are available!

Follow the link to check out what’s for sale.

Jrock Merchandise for Sale
*hit refresh for the most up-to-date info (all new items are in bold)

Brand new item added November 26 2009

If you are interested in anything, just reply to this post with the the following:

Item Number (which can be found in the farthest most left-hand column)
Item description
Your location (country if you are outside of the US, zip code if you are within the US)
Your email address

This way I can calculate your total with shipping and email it to you as fast as possible.

I will try to keep the lists up-to-date by putting Xs through what is no longer available but you can always check the replies if you are unsure.

All prices are USD$
Payment methods: Paypal, cash, or money order.
I will ship within and outside the US. Standard shipping inside the US is First Class, standard shipping outside the US is airmail.
Buyer must respond within 3 days after seller sends invoice or the items will become available again.

*Note 12/09 @ 9:16PM - I apologize for the late responses. For some reason, LJ was not sending me notifications that I had new comments. Hopefully it's all fixed now.

Epic Summer Jrock Sale Update!

Sat, 05 Sep 2009 00:00:29 GMT

Hello all,

New items have been added to my Epic Jrock Summer Sale! New stuff includes t-shirts! Featured artists include The GazettE, Dir en grey, and Miyavi. Plus lots of Alice Nine, Gackt, and other artist merch is still available!

Follow the link to check out what’s for sale.

Jrock Merchandise for Sale
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Epic Summer Jrock Sale Update!

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 21:37:00 GMT

Hello all,

New items have been added to my Epic Jrock Summer Sale! New stuff includes first press CDs, DVDs, and photobooks. Featured artists include Alice Nine, The GazettE, Acid Black Cherry, Miyavi, and more.

Follow the link to check out what’s for sale.

Jrock Merchandise for Sale
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Epic Summer Jrock Sale Update!

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:39:30 GMT

Hello all,

New items have been added to my Epic Jrock Summer Sale! New stuff includes Band towels, wristbands, and purses, more magazines (Vinyl Syndicate and MusiQ), and more photosets. Featured artists include Hyde, Dir en grey, 12012, The Gazette, Alice Nine, Nightmare, and D’espairsRay.

Follow the link to check out what’s for sale.

Jrock Merchandise for Sale
*hit refresh for the most up-to-date info (all new items are in bold)

Epic Summer Jrock Sale

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 05:04:40 GMT

Hello all,

It’s that time of year again! Time for a jrock sale of epic proportions! Many items are available (magazines, FC-only stuff, tour pamphlets, CDs, DVDs, photosets) from both Alice Nine and The Gazette. The sale is so big I made a spreadsheet in Excel to contain all the info, including links to photos. So follow the link to check out what's for sale.

Jrock Merchandise for Sale
*hit refresh for the most up-to-date info

If you are interested in anything, just reply to this post with the Item Numbers which can be found in the farthest most left-hand column, your location (country if you are outside of the US and zip code if you are within the US), how you plan to pay, and your email address. This way I can calculate your total with shipping and email it to you as fast as possible.

I will try to keep the lists up-to-date by putting Xs through what is no longer available but you can always check the replies if you are unsure.

All prices are USD$
Payment methods: Paypal, cash, or money order.
I will ship within and outside the US. Standard shipping inside the US is First Class, standard shipping outside the US is airmail.
Buyer must respond within 3 days after seller sends invoice or the items will become available again.

New Items added September 4, 2009

Questions? Let me know!

February Jrock Sale (Alice Nine, Miyavi, The Gazette)

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 01:38:13 GMT

February Jrock Sale

I have tour pamphlets, posters, and other merch up for auction on my personal lj (with lots of photos). Be sure to check it out.

Auction ends tomorrow at 4PM PST

February Jrock Sale (Alice Nine, Miyavi, The Gazette)

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:04:48 GMT

Update: Auction ends Sunday (February 10th) at 4PM PST.

Payment: Preferred payment is Paypal. Other accepted payments are check or money order.

Shipping: Items will be shipped from California. I am willing to ship to any country, it will just cost more. Prices for shipping will be posted with the winning bid.

I apologize for the not so great photos. I took them with my digital camera in order not to damage the pamphlets.

Questions? Feel free to ask! makeyourownmusic@gmail.com (please make a note of the item in the subject)

Alice Nine tour pamphlet Hello New Super View Summer 06

Examples:

Starting bid: $30

Condition: Excellent. Still in the plastic.

Alice Nine tour pamphlet 2nd one man tour

Examples:

Starting Bid: $30

Condition: Excellent. Still in the plastic.

Alice Nine tour pamphlet White Period Winter 2006

Examples:

Starting Bid: $50

Condition: Excellent. Still in the plastic.

Alice Nine tour pamphlet Hello Dear Numbers 2006.10.6

Examples:

Starting bid: $50

Condition: Excellent. Still in the plastic.

Alice Nine Alpha Promo Poster (20x30 inches)

Starting Bid: $20

Condition: Excellent. Still in the plastic.

Alice Nine *rare* Calendar Promo Photo (3x5)

Starting bid: $10

Condition: Excellent.

Alice Nine Fanclub (FC) only t-shirt: Shou (Size: M)
FRONT

BACK

Starting bid: $35

Condition: Excellent. Still in the plastic.

Rock and Read Miyavi Aoi (the gazette) Kirito Sato Vol. 4

Examples:

Starting bid: $15

Condition: Excellent.

Miyavi Official Poster #1 (30x20 inches)
25 Shunen Kinen Koen Tokyo Geijutsu Gekijo 5 Days -Dokuso

Starting bid: $15

Condition: 4 holes, one in each corner from hanging on the wall.

Miyavi Official Poster #2 (30x20inches)
7 Samurai Sessions -We're Kavki Boiz-

Starting bid: $15

Condition: Perfect.

Miyavi wristcuff
European Tour 2007
FRONT:

BACK:

Starting bid: $15

Condition: Perfect

december jrock sale this week!

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 18:47:21 GMT

I’m selling lots of jrock merch on ebay including Gackt photobooks and FC magazines, The Gazette doujinshi and photosets, as well as Miyavi, dir en grey, and alice nine. Be sure to check it out!! Auctions end next Friday and Saturday.

december jrock sale

echostream live in nyc 12-9-07

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:36:29 GMT

If you are in the area, be sure to check out this awesome band! ^^

Come see Tomo Asaha at PMX 2007!

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 04:56:06 GMT

Come meet Tomo Asaha, guitarist of echostream, at PMX 2007 November 10-11. Stop by the animefood both and say hi and be sure to attend his panel on Sunday the 11th from 3-4PM in Newport C and receive a special treat!

From PMX’s Official Website:
Tomo Asaha is a guitarist from Echostream which is an electronic rock band. They performed Oni con 2005.Tomo Asaha used to be in two J-Rock bands while living in Japan (Nil and Voyage). He moved to USA 1 year ago. Now he lives in New York to make music as a guitarist of echostream. Echostream's commercially edgy music fuses electronica and rock with the atmospheric sounds of film music.Think Radiohead meets Bjork meets nine inch nails. Their 3 songs on TV show named "dirt". Tomos Diary "Tomo's room: a Visual Diary from Japan to America" can be read in Animefood Magazine. For the guests at PMX that will attend his panel, they will receive a free DVD of 2 videos plus a limited magazine made only for PMX that will have his diary inside. You can visit his and echostream's web site here http://www.myspace.com/heavensfactory http://www.myspace.com/echostream

Read more at the PMX official site!

Meet Tomo Asaha of Echostream at PMX '07!

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 19:27:33 GMT

Tomo Asaha's the lead guitarist of echostream, which is an all around badass awesome band, and he's going to be at PMX (LAX Hilton in California ) NOV 10-11. So definitely, definitely make it a point to drop by Animefood's booth cause that's where he'll be!

Please repost this! You know what to do. Reply to poster. Copy the code. New Bulletin. Post.

MYSPACE LINKS
Tomo's Myspace
echostream's Myspace
Pacific Media Expo's Myspace
with performances by:
D&L
The Candy Spooky Theater
Thee Out Mods
LiN CLOVER
The Slants
Head Phones President

Jrock Sale

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:05:14 GMT

So... I have too much stuff and too little money so I'm selling some jrock stuff that I don't want/need anymore. :)

Items include: FC magazines, stickers, photosets, photobooks, tour books, etc
Artists include: Gackt, Miyavi, the GazettE, dir en grey

Selling

CDs
The Gazette – Cassis Single Type B
Condition: Great
$10 (+ shipping)

Other

Gackt Trading Card Pack (9 cards)
Condition: Unopened
$7 (+ shipping)

Miyavi MYV*POPS Sticker #1 4.5x4.5
Condition: Great
$3 + shipping

Miyavi MYV*POPS Sticker #2 4.5x4.5
Condition: Great
$3 + shipping

Miyavi Promo Card 3.5x2.5
Condition: Good
#3 + shipping

Miyavi 25 Shunen Kinen Koen Tokyo Geijutsu Gekijo 5 Days -Dokuso- Flyer
Condition: Great
$2 + shipping

The Gazette Pencil Board (double-sided)
Condition: Great
$15 + shipping

Auction

FC Magazines
Gackt
Condition: Good - Great
Bidding starts at $10/each (+ shipping)
#23

Extra pics: here . . . here

#18

Extra pics: here . . . here

#17

Extra pics: here . . . here

#16

Extra pics: here . . . here

#15

Extra pics: here . . . here

#13/14

Extra pics: here . . . here

#12

Extra pics: here . . . here

#11

Extra pics: here . . . here

Dir en grey Vol 21
Condition: Great
Extra pics: here . . . here . . . here
Bidding starts at $20 (+ shipping)

Photobooks and Tour pamphlets

Gackt: Requiem et Reminiscence
Condition: Great
Bidding starts at $30 (+ shipping)
Extra pics: here . . . here
Bidding starts at $30 (+ shipping)

Gackt: Just Bring It Live Tour 2005
Condition: Great
Extra pics: here . . . here
Bidding starts at $25 (+ shipping)

Gackt: Drug Party Gackt Trading Days 2006
Condtion: Great
Extra pics: here . . . here
Bidding starts at $20 (+ shipping)

Photosets
The Gazette Tour 2006 Decomposition Beauty
Condition: Great
(note: originally from eBay)
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*Uruha (4 photos)
Bidding starts at $15 (+ shipping)
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*Aoi (4 photos)
Bidding starts at $15 (+ shipping)
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*Reita (4 photos)
Bidding starts at $15 (+ shipping)
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*Kai (4 photos)
Bidding starts at $15 (+ shipping)
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*Ruki (3 photos)
Bidding starts at $12 (+ shipping)
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*Group (1 photo)
Bidding starts at $5 (+ shipping)

The Gazette Meaningless Art That People Showed
(originally on eBay)
Condition: Great
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*Uruha (3 photos)
Bidding starts at $12 (+ shipping)
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*Aoi (3 photos)
Bidding starts at $12 (+ shipping)
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*Kai (2 photos)
Bidding starts at $9 (+ shipping)
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*Ruki (4 photos)
Bidding starts at $15 (+ shipping)
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*Group (1 photo)
Bidding starts at $5 (+ shipping)
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Doujinshi

The Gazette: Heart (UruhaxAoi)
Condtion: Great
Bidding starts at $20 (+ shipping)
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The Gazette: RukixReita
Condtion: Great
Bidding starts at $20 (+ shipping)
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The Gazette: Fanbook 3
Condtion: Great
Bidding starts at $20 (+ shipping)

*My scanner kind of sucks, so none of the scans actually represent the quality of the items. They are just to give a general idea. :)

All prices are USD$
Worldwide shipping available
Preferred method of payment is paypal but checks and cash are acceptable

To bid, reply to the appropriate comment. Bidding ends Sunday, November 4 at 5PM PST.

FIC: Style

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 09:41:41 GMT

Style
Pairing: Nao/Saga (alice nine.)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nao recognizes Saga's sense of style.
Note: Guess what had me up so late tonight? By the way, Nao's opinion reflects my own and my icon represents the first time Nao questioned Saga. In case you were wondering. ;)

When Nao enters the room, he can’t believe his eyes. In fact, he walks right back out without turning around, pauses, shakes his head, and walks in again. But it’s still there, still true, still real. He feels horrible when Saga meets his eyes in the mirror, sees the look on his face. He knows there is a frown twisting his mouth, knitting his eyebrows. The bassist looks perplexed for a second, then realizes what is causing such a disturbance on Nao’s face.

Now, when it comes to style, everyone in the band agreed that Saga had the best of it. Maybe it was his long, lean frame, his perfect lips, he posture, or just his overall sense of sexy, but Saga, undeniably, had style. The way he played, the way his posed, the way he wordlessly captivated audiences, the way he captured Nao without a second thought, he basic outlook on life, the universe, and everything. In short, the way he lived and breathed. Anyway you looked at it, the man knew what he was doing. And he knew that. Only one time in his life had Nao ever questioned Saga, asked what the hell he was thinking. Only one time in his life had Nao ever really pissed Saga off. Yes, those two events coincidentally occurred simultaneously. Actually, they had more a cause-and-effect relationship than one of chance.

However, Nao just found another freak occurrence. And this time, he isn’t going say a damned thing; he isn’t about to repeat the offense.

But, of course, Saga prods it out of him anyway. “You don’t like.”

“It’s not that...” Nao stammers.

“You don’t like it,” Saga replies flatly.

“I don’t like it.”

Saga’s eyes look away as his face falls. And now Nao feels twice as bad, which is, of course, much to Saga’s design.

“Saga-kun, I’m sorry. I really am but...”

“You don’t like it.”

Nao’s at a loss for words as he comes up behind Saga, hands coming to rest on the sitting man’s shoulders. Saga looks hurt and Nao has no idea what to do, say, think. They stay that way, silent, with Nao looking at Saga’s reflection and Saga calculatedly avoiding Nao’s watching eye. Yeah, cause this isn’t awkward. Minutes pass before Nao—yep, that’s right, Nao—finally offers a white flag, “I’ll get used to it.”

Saga shrugs, bitter cold, and Nao knows he’s not out of the woods yet.

“Saga-kun...” The bassist still won’t look at him. “Saga-kun...” Still no reaction so Nao kneels beside him, cupping Saga’s hands in his own, thumbs rubbing against his skin. “Saga, your hair isn’t important.”

And Saga turns his face in the opposite direction.

“It doesn’t make you any less sexy...”

No response but Nao can tell the tension is lessening.

“With your lips... and your skin... and your long...” It takes a second before Nao realizes that he isn’t just talking about those things. He gentle brushes Saga’s lips as his speaks, fingers sliding across his cheek, gliding down his neck, over his chest, stomach. There he stops before he gets them both in trouble.

At this point, he has Saga’s attention, dark brown eyes gazing intently into his own. But Nao sees a question there.

“Why did you stop, Nao-san?”

Nao feels the blush rush into his cheeks as he forces himself to swallow. Apparently he didn’t hit the brakes fast enough.

“Saga, this isn’t the time,” he pleads as Saga’s thin fingers come to his face, curling against his neck. But as much as Nao’s brain protests, his body doesn’t stop Saga from reeling him in, bringing their mouths together in a deep, sensual kiss, and Nao’s wishes they were anywhere but a here, a photoshoot. He mentally curses the scheduling gods, or god, actually, which in this case is their manager, because some has to be blamed, and why is Saga being so deliberately evil, and is that his hand stroking Nao’s chest, threatening to move lower?

Nao’s hand goes on automatic pilot straight to Saga’s hair. But he feels the shortness, the straightness, and unconsciously sighs at the loss of the long, thick, dark curls. And, instantly, he regrets it.

Before he can even apologize, Saga pushes him away and stands, heading for the door.

“Saga, wait. I’m sorry...”

But Saga doesn’t leave. He shuts the door, locks it, and turns back to Nao, now standing, and Nao is certain he’s in trouble, big, big trouble, the kind of trouble he can’t get out of easily. Saga leisurely walks back to Nao, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Tossing it away, unfastening his pants, gingerly stepping out of them; generally just making it hard for Nao to breathe. Maybe... maybe the punishment won’t be so bad after all... Before he knows it, Saga stands completely naked before him and Nao doesn’t even notice his hair at all anymore; that’s not where he’s looking. All his sees is skin and perfection and excitement but Saga stops inches short and Nao swallows hard.

“Still bothered by my haircut?”

“What haircut?”

Saga’s sexiest smile dangerously curls his lips, his hands coming to Nao’s waist, fingers squeezing, kneading. “That’s what I thought.” He pulls Nao forward until their lips meet, a wet tongue snaking its way across Nao’s bottom lip and all Nao can think of is Saga’s superb sense of style.

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So... where shall this lead? Leave comments with what you think should/want to happen next.
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FIC: What a Touch Can Say

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 02:24:29 GMT

What a Touch Can Say
Pairing: Nao/Saga (alice nine.)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Nao realizes the uselessness of words.

You feel his hands on your waist tighten before they move lower, farther back, down. They cup your ass and pull you forward just enough that your body is completely against his. You can’t escape and you don’t really want to. You like him like this, aggressive, dominant. He likes you like this, acquiescent, captured, his. His fingers knead the fabric of your jeans and your groins touch with the pulse of the music blasting overhead. Your eyes are shut but you find it hard to open them, find it hard not to fall into the rhythm of his body, of the song. His forehead touches yours and you know his eyes are closed, too, know he is concentrating on the movement, on the feeling of you so near, on the way your body fits against his. You can’t hear anything over the din but you can feel puffs of air against your skin, your lips, and you know he’s saying something. Does it matter? Probably not. Not now, not when a touch can say so much more, anything, everything. It isn’t until he leans his head away and you open your eyes to find him staring at you questioningly that you realize he has asked you something. Should you pretend you didn’t hear him? Should you ask him to repeat it? The dark look in his eye doesn’t suggest it so you gulp and slowly nod your head. His boyish wicked grin curls his lips and you suddenly question your decision. Maybe you should have risked asking after all.

It doesn’t take long to figure out what he asked as his hands move back to your waist and he’s slowly kneeling in front of you, lips wet and inviting. You’re hard before he even gets to his knees, cock straining against the fabric of your jeans. One deft hand moves to the zipper of your pants, sliding it down agonizingly slow. He’s being a bastard on purpose, teasing you, taunting you as he slides a pink tongue across his bottom lip. You hate him and want him and curse him under your breath. He can tell he’s wound you up, can tell by the way you keep biting your lower lip, the way your hands can’t stay still at your sides, the way… what are you suppose to do with your hands in a situation like this? Is there some etiquette for receiving blow-jobs in public spaces? Do they hang limply at your side? Do you curl your fingers in his hair? Yes, that, that’s what you’ll do… as soon as he starts but he hasn’t started yet because he’s a bastard like that and just staring up at you with those dark eyes while you squirm and he’s just fucking loving this, isn’t he? You’ve never seen him like this before, this side of the shy, quiet bassist. Damn it, why he is so...

He licks his lips again and you swear your knees will buckle before his mouth even touches you but his grip on your hips is strong and supporting. His hand wraps around your cock and exposes you to the club air. You thank god that it’s so dark, that a bright light only flashes every few seconds and only for the fraction of one. You’re fairly certain no one can see and fuck it if they can, no one cares. They might watch, get themselves off at the sight of a man being sucked off by the perfect mouth of another man but they won’t recognize you, it’s far too dark. What’s to recognize anyway? And who the fuck cares because now he’s stroking you, fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft while his tongue and lips begin to tease the head, gently sucking the pre-cum off you. Involuntarily, your hand comes to his face, your thumb caressing the soft, smooth cheek before your fingers curl in his hair. His hand moves back to your hip and his mouth does the rest of the work. Those sweet lips and wet tongue slide up and down, tongue flicking playfully over the head every time he pulls back. His pace starts slow, speeds up, and then slows again, something he knows will drive you crazy very quickly. Fucking dirty little… But then his mouth moves down the entire length of your shaft as he takes you as deeply as he can.

A shudder passes through your body and that’s the cue he’s been waiting for. He quickens his rhythm without any aid from your hand and before your eyes fall shut from the feeling of his mouth and his tongue and the occasional graze of his teeth against your sensitive skin. You force your eyes open again, looking down and watching him through the haze. And, of course, that’s when he glances up at you with that dark, wanting gaze and your eyes meet and one hand squeezes your ass hard and that’s when you feel it coiling in your stomach, low and warm and ready for that perfect moment. Another shudder courses down your spine and your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back and if he were standing, if that were his ass instead of his mouth, his tongue would slide against the exposed skin of your neck, his teeth would nibble, and his lips would suck and although he can’t actually do that right now your mind tricks you into believing it’s actually happening and you can feel it, can feel his mouth against your collarbone, hot and slick, can feel his teeth draw a red line on your skin, can feel his tongue sooth whatever pain might have been given as his lips leave a light bruise.

That’s when you lose it. His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you steady as you try not to buck as you come, the orgasm that was pooling in your gut now ripping through your body and leaving you breathless, heart pounding in your ears, and brain dizzy. You swear you come more than once, waves of euphoric pleasure moving through you. You open your eyes to see that his mouth keeps going, sucking and licking until you’re completely spent and then he swallows with that damned smirk on his face, showing you just how pleased he is with himself, with what he’s done to you, and you stare at him, mouth hanging open because you think it might help oxygen get to your brain a little bit quicker. You stand limply as he tucks you back into your pants and zips you up, hands clinching your waist to help him off the ground. And all you can do is stare because you know and he knows and probably anyone who might have been watching knows that that was the best blow-job you’ve ever had and there’s that fucking grin on his face, reminding you, daring you to forget, who gave it to you. His arms circle your waist and he brings your body back against his, once again rocking with the music, almost as if this never actually happened, and your eyes shut again. And he softly kisses your lips, your nose, your closed eyes and he leans his forehead against yours.

Then your eyes open and meet his again. You can see lust… desire… hunger… is that need? You know he wants to leave, wants to take you home or you to take him home. He wants a bed and you and him naked and close and together. You lean in for a kiss, something chaste that says you understand, you know, you want it, too. When your lips meet and your tongue enters his mouth and mingles with his, the kiss deepens. One of your hands comes to the small of his back, the other to the back of his head, and his hands mimic yours and you stop swaying. You stand there, bodies still and alert. You feel his erection against your leg and press your body fully against his. You say you’re all his, any way he wants you, any time he wants, anywhere. You say it with your mouth but with lips, tongue, not with words, because why use words when you can say it just like this?

Drabble Challenge: Toothpaste

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 21:12:58 GMT

Toothpaste
Pairing: Nao/Saga (alice nine)
Rating: PG
Summary: Saga discovers a little more about his drummer.
Note: In re: to xforbiddencityx challenge word "toothpaste." I believe I already gave you "request" for your next challenge. I'm ready for the next challenge.

Series thus far:
Rain by xforbiddencityx

One thing Saga had always liked about his boyfriend was that familiar, indescribable taste he found when he kissed Nao. Although Nao loved coffee, which of course was the understatement of the year, there was always this unknown flavor that Saga could never place. He had assumed it was just... well... essence of Nao or something to that extent. Never would he have believed that it could be... this.

Green tea toothpaste. Yep, that’s exactly what the label said. He couldn’t believe his eyes but there it was sitting on Nao’s bathroom counter, staring right back at his disbelief. Green tea toothpaste. It had to be the most disgusting thing he had ever heard. Why would you make toothpaste that tasted like green tea or any tea for that matter? Green tea was supposed to be exactly that: tea. But toothpaste? Saga crinkled his nose and shook his head. That just wasn’t right.

He heard Nao enter behind him, felt the gentle hand slide up his back and come to rest on his shoulder, saw Nao’s concerned yet curious expression in the mirror.

“What’s wrong Saga-kun?”

Saga picked up the toothpaste and showed it to Nao. “When did you get this and is it as disgusting as I think it is?”

Nao smiled before taking the tube from his hand, replacing it on the counter, and moving to stand in front of Saga.

“You tell me.”

And with that a hand came to Saga’s face, lowering his lips to Nao’s, a quick tongue drawing Saga’s tongue inside his own mouth. And that’s when Saga realized that Nao had probably been using the toothpaste the entire time and he had just never noticed if before. And, as his tongue explored the farthest reaches of Nao’s all-too-eager mouth, his arms pulling the drummer against his body, Saga decided it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, he kind of liked it. He always had.

Fic: Lost and Found

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 20:26:48 GMT

Lost and Found
Pairing: Nao/Saga (alice nine)
Rating: R (?)
Summary: Nao never has to look very long to find what he needs.
Note: For anarchousdrake- This was supposed to be "toothpaste" but, as you can probably tell, I got a little lost along the way. I shall try again, I promise.

Nao knew he was making too much noise but Saga should have been awake by then anyway; they had too much to do before tomorrow morning. But he still regretted the disturbance he was certainly causing. That was until still half-asleep, Saga padded into his bathroom, gingerly rubbing the patch of skin just below his bellybutton, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his lips and giving Nao a glimpse of the pale skin between the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband. Nao quietly gulped and returned to his search, every so often risking a glance at the other man. Pausing at the door and closing his eyes with an extremely overwhelming yawn, Saga opened them again to find Nao once again heatedly searching his drawers, a frown knitting his thin eyebrows. Nao chanced another secret look and Saga smiled at the drummer before continuing his trajectory. Gently, firm hands gripped Nao’s hips, stilling the man, distracting him from his quest.

“Saga-kun—”

“Mmmph,” Saga moaned against the back of Nao’s neck, hot air caressing his skin, as his arms encircled Nao’s waist, pulling him against his chest. “Too early for so much noise, Nao-kun.”

“I’m sorry but—” Nao wasn’t going to let Saga drag him back to bed. Not only would they not get anything done if he let Saga win but he would never live it down. Everyone knew he had a soft spot for the bassist, that he could never say “no,” but Nao was determined to change that, returning to his hunt. No more Mister Nice Guy.

“No apologies. The tour doesn’t start until tomorrow... We can get up early then.” Saga’s soft lips brushed the back of Nao’s neck, causing him to still once again. Nao’s unyielding reserve to not let Saga’s sex-tinged beauty get the better of him betrayed Nao as his body involuntarily leaned into Saga’s. “Now, we can go back to bed...” He already knew he had won but Nao wasn’t so convinced. A tongue flicked across salty, smooth skin. “And enjoy our Sunday.” Hands delicately pawed and groped at Nao’s chest, one hand massaging his belly while the other traveled higher, caressing him through the thin fabric of his shirt, lips still firmly attached to Nao’s throat. Much to Nao’s embarrassment, his body betrayed him once again as he moaned against the feeling of Saga’s large hands.

“Saga-kun...” Whatever protest he had thought to have made was lost as Saga’s hot mouth found his ear, tongue wetting the lobe, drawing it into a hot mouth, before teeth began to devilishly tease. Nao’s breath was coming faster and shorter. Saga, all too aware of the pleasure he was bestowing upon the drummer, rubbed against his backside. When Nao felt how hard the taller man had already become, he knew it was over, all resolve diminishing.

Tender yet eager hands pulled at his shirt and pajama bottoms. Together, the two boys stumbled back into the bedroom, mouths hungry, wet tongues mingling. By the time they reached the bed, only Saga’s own sweatpants remained. Nao stopped Saga’s hands at the waistband before sitting on the edge of the bed, his own hands coming to Saga’s slight waist and pulling him closer until he was just inches away. Fingers curling against the band, Nao glanced up at Saga, eyes greedy with a desire the smaller man did not bother to hide. Nao brought his mouth to Saga’s stomach, lips brushing against the soft flesh. Still watching Saga’s face, Nao slowly lowered the waist of the pants, kissing his way down smooth skin until Saga’s palm against his cheek halted any further progress. Saga wiggled the pants down his thin thighs and, after they hit the floor, gingerly stepped out of them before pushing Nao flat against the bed and climbing on top of him, lips centimeters away from Nao’s throughout the descent. Nao began to wonder just as to how the bassist got so damned good at this. On the other hand, he was fairly certain he did not want to find out.

Fingers brushed his cheek and moist lips attached to his own, a tongue sliding across his bottom lip before slipping into his mouth. Fingers curling around his hips, Saga lifted Nao’s lower half off the mattress, resting the smaller man’s ass atop his thighs and a single finger slipped inside. Nao gasped at the pressure, tightening around the digit while Saga began sliding it in and out, slowly adding finger after finger, prepared with lubrication, until Nao was pushing against him, silently begging for more. Saga fulfilled the request, withdrawing his fingers and delicately entering him, hands now kneading the muscle of Nao’s thighs while he waited for the drummer to adjust to the new pressure.

“Nao-kun, sit up.” Nao almost missed the request, mind too focused on the feel of Saga inside him. But when the bassist showed no signs of moving, Nao opened his eyes. “Sit up.”

Nao complied clumsily, pushing himself off the mattress until he was in Saga’s lap, long arms encircling his waist and pulling them chest to chest. Only then did Saga begin to move under him, eyes intently fixed on Nao’s, secretly daring him to look away, to blink even once. But Nao was mesmerized; he couldn’t have looked away even if he wanted to and, right now, that was the last thing from his mind. Saga’s hand came to his face once again, palm tenderly cupping his cheek, fingers tangling in his hair, while the other hand rested on the small of his back, holding him in place. His own arms where wrapped around the taller man’s shoulders, craving maximum contact while a thin sheet of sweat broke on his forehead as the room temperature began to rise. Saga continued to move against him, beneath him and, gradually, it dawned on Nao the advantages of this position: the deeper penetration, the closeness of their bodies, the easy access to Saga’s lips and throat and he wondered why they had never tried it before. But as Saga hit his sweet spot, all thoughts were lost as a shiver shot through Nao, eyes falling shut, body arching against the other man. When his lips fell open, Saga dove at the opportunity, tongue darting inside, the hand on his cheek reaffirming its hold, the heat that passed between them doubling. A shared groan echoed through their languid kiss and Nao’s arms tightened around Saga’s body as he cried out.

And his body’s betrayal only worsened from there: sighs and moans, hitches in breath and skipped heartbeats. Saga’s fingers and tongue and teeth and body could do so many wicked things to Nao’s senses yet the love behind their doings was never lost on Nao. He always knew exactly what a kiss here meant, what a glimpse of that could mean, what a touch there secretly promised. Nao never had to search very deep to find the smile that always made its way to Saga’s eyes when he was in the room, never had to look very long for the slight flush that came into Saga’s cheeks when Nao risked physical contact in public, never had to go very far before those little words that meant the world would fall from Saga’s lips. His search had ended long ago.

FIC: Matter Over Mind

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 02:01:19 GMT

Matter Over Mind
Pairing: Nao/Saga (alice nine.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes, something else has to do the thinking for you.

He knew it wasn't going to work. It couldn't possibly. Nope, it wasn't going to work. Not a chance in hell. Yet something told him to do it, something nagging at his mind, something that pushed him through that door without knocking, towards his band mate on the couch across from him. That same something wasn't letting his brain do the thinking, or maybe some unconscious part of his mind was working behind his back, bent on completing some covert operation without his approval. Either way, it kept him moving, closer and closer until finally he stopped, inches short of his destination.

"Um..." His brain still hadn't caught up with his body’s location. Saga was starting to wonder if maybe he left part of himself, the part that knew how to communicate with mates, on the other side of the door. As the seconds flew by, it became increasingly plausible.

Nao's only response was to hold on a finger, alerting the bassist that he was in the middle of something. That something happened to be a video game. Saga rolled his eyes at Nao's obsessive concentration. If he didn't do this soon, he feared, he knew, he would lose that something that got him here. He clears his throat only to have Nao repeat his earlier gesture.

"Nao-san, this can't wait."

Again, the lone finger appeared, silencing any communication. Saga could feel it slipping away, that little something that had overcome his fear of truth, his fear of confession, his fear of this. He couldn't let it go.

Long, thin fingers wrapped around the toy, yanking it from Nao's hands. Without thinking, the smaller man stood, eyebrows knitted in annoyed determination.

"Saga-kun, give it back."

But what Saga gave him was not the player but something rather unexpected: a warm, chaste kiss that had all the feeling Saga could muster within himself. Never a man of words, this was the only way Saga knew, the only way he could communicate with the drummer. This was the only way. Breaking the kiss, Saga took a step back, slowly opening his eyes, prepared for the blow he knew was awaiting his impulsiveness. But what he saw in Nao's face was neither disgust nor anger; it was mild surprise, which soon faded to a soft smile.

"I... um..." Nope, not quite back yet. He couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say.

"Me, too." Nao's smile was growing brighter, flecks of light danced in his eyes..

"Wha-?"

Before Saga couldn't even formulate the full question in his head or aloud, Nao's lips were touching his again and while one hand was against the small of his back, another ghosted over his cheek, fingers curling behind his neck, pulling him in, closer, deeper. Without hesitation or a moment’s thought, Saga leaned into the kiss, arms encircling the smaller man, until their bodies were touching from head to foot. Saga sighed into the kiss and, seconds later, he silently thanked his brain for not stopping him.

FIC: Maybe It's Not So Bad

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 00:50:32 GMT

Maybe It's Not So Bad
Pairing: Nao/Saga (alice nine.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Worst.Date.Ever. Or is it?
Note: Happy 'Talk Like a Pirate' Day! ;)

Worst. Date. Ever. Yep, that’s what he’s already decided. And it’s not over yet. He clinches and unclenches his fists, trying to remain calm, trying to keep all the badness from coming out. It’s not Saga’s fault. It has nothing to do with him... or maybe it does. What if this is the universe’s way of telling him that this isn’t going to work. What if he made a mistake when he asked Saga to go out with him today... what if... the world was trying to say:

Quit now or beware the consequences.

Then again, what else could go wrong? The restaurant bungled his reservation resulting in an unprepared Nao cooking a meal for two from the already low stocks of food in his kitchen. This was further undermined by Saga’s relentless helping hand which had created a small fire on his stove and a very irate and flabbergasted Nao. Saga then apologized repeatedly, thus annoying Nao even more as he kept telling the taller man that it wasn’t his fault, that he, Nao, had been careless. The sadness in Saga’s brown eyes had almost killed him on the spot. Realizing they would be late for the movie, Nao grabbed his coat and ran out of his apartment, Saga close at his heels, down the stairs, who has time to wait for the elevator, and outside, practically into the streer. This marathon run for Nao almost ended his life, an approaching speeding car threatening to plow Nao down in the crosswalk when he didn’t look both ways but Saga’s cool head told his hands to grab Nao’s shoulders and pull him out of the way just in time. Nao’s hands began to shake just at the thought. And of course, his wallet was back in his apartment, along with his cell phone and keys, leading to Saga bailing him out and paying for everything....

On second thought, maybe it wasn’t the date. Maybe it was just Nao. Maybe Nao’s unconscious mind caused the projector to breakdown half-way through the film. Maybe Nao was the one who thought it wasn’t going to work, was releasing his own fears for their relationship onto an unsuspecting world. Maybe Nao was just broken.

Ready to give up and head home, he glances up just in time to see Saga exiting the men’s room, strutting towards him, unmistakably impersonating Captain Jack Sparrow. Nao couldn’t stop the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, the laugh bubbling in his belly, the brightness that came into his eyes as Saga’s stagger matched the pirate’s perfectly.

“Well if isn’t Jack Sparrow.” Nao bowed with his respects.

“Captain Jack Sparrow,” Saga corrected him and closed the distance between them. A sneaky, where did it come from?, hand found its way to Nao’s, long, thin fingers entwining with his own.

“Saga-kun,” Nao warned, secretly not wanting to break the contact.

“Let’s go home,” Saga whispered in his ear, breath warm against his skin, before turning away and pulling Nao behind him. And when Nao accidentally tripped seconds later, Saga agilely catching the smaller man in his arms and smiling down at him, he suddenly couldn’t find a reason to complain.

re: Dir en grey June/July 07

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 19:48:36 GMT

Amazing, amazing, amazing.

If people want more than that, let me know. I have some very interesting insights on the tour/shows.

Oh, and everyone that I hung out with in San Francisco, Denver, and Santa Cruz need to friend like yesterday.

kthanxbi

Fic: Just a Touch Monaboyd NC-17

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 07:54:33 GMT

Title: Just a Touch
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: LoTR
Timeframe: Filming LoTR
Summary: Sometimes just a touch can say everything.
Author's Note: First time I've written in 6+ months. No beta, therefore the mistakes are my own, so please let me know about any glaring errors. :)

You feel his hands that are on your waist tighten their grip before they move lower, farther back, down. They cup your butt and pull you forward just enough so your body is completely against his. You can’t escape and you don’t really want to. You like him like this, aggressive, dominant. He likes you like this, plaintive, captured. His hands knead and your groins bump with each pulse of the music blasting from overhead. Your eyes are shut but you find it hard to open them, find it hard not to fall into the rhythm of his body, of the song. His forehead touches yours and you know his eyes are closed, too, know he is concentrating on the movement, on the feeling of you so near, on the way your body fits against his. You can’t hear anything over the din but you can feel puffs of air against your skin, your lips, and you know he’s saying something. Does it matter? Probably not. Not now, not when a touch can say so much more. It isn’t until he leans his head away and you open your eyes to find him staring at you questioningly that you realize he has asked you something. Should you pretend you did hear him? Should you ask him to repeat it? The dark look in his eye doesn’t suggest it so you gulp and slowly nod your head. His boyish wicked grin curls his lips and you suddenly question your decision. Maybe you should have asked.

It doesn’t take long to understand what he asked you, as his hands move to your waist and he’s slowly kneeling in front of you, lips shiny and inviting. You’re hard before he even gets to his knees, cock straining against the fabric of your jeans. You aren’t wearing underwear, you never do, it gets in the way. “Of what?” People ask you. It isn’t until moments like these that you remember why, as one deft hand moves to the zipper of your pants, sliding it down agonizingly slow. He’s being a bastard on purpose, teasing you, taunting you with his lips as he slides a pink tongue across his bottom lip. You hate him and want him and curse him under your breath. He can tell he’s wound you up, can tell by the way you keep biting your lower lip, the way your hands can’t stay still at your sides, the way… what are you suppose to do with your hands in a situation like this? Is there some etiquette for receiving blow-jobs in public spaces? Do they hang limply at your side? Do you curl your fingers in his hair? Yes, that, that’s what you’ll do… as soon as he starts but he hasn’t started yet because he’s a bastard like that and just staring up at you with those green eyes while you squirm and he’s just fucking loving this, isn’t he? Fucking Scottish bastard…

He licks his lips again and you swear your knees will buckle before his mouth even touches you but his grip on your hips is strong and supporting. His hand wraps around your cock and exposes you to the club air, warm and smoky. You thank god that it’s so dark, that a bright light only flashes every few seconds and only for the fraction of one. You’re fairly certain no one can see and fuck it if they can, no one cares. They might watch, get themselves off at the sight of a man being sucked off by the perfect mouth of another man but they won’t recognize you, it’s far too dark. What’s to recognize anyway? And who the fuck cares because now he’s stroking your cock, fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft while his tongue and lips begin to tease the head, gently sucking the pre-cum off you. Without your permission, at least you don’t remember your brain giving the order, your hand comes to his face, a single finger caressing the soft, clean-shaven cheek before your fingers curl in his hair. For a brief moment, you wonder what this would be like if he were in his wig, what it would feel like to tangle your fingers in those long curls as that hot mouth glides over you cock. But he brings you back to the present as his hand moves back to you hip and his mouth does the rest of the work. Those bow-shaped lips and wet tongue slide up and down your dick, tongue flicking playfully over the head every time he pulls back. His pace starts slow, something he knows will drive you crazy very quickly. Fucking dirty little… But then his mouth moves down the entire length of your shaft as he takes you as deeply as he can.

A shudder passes through your body and that’s the cue he needs. He quickens his rhythm without any aid from your hand and before your eyes fall shut from the feeling of his mouth and his tongue and the occasional graze of his teeth against your sensitive skin, you look down and watch him through the haze. And, of course, that’s when he glances up at you with that dark, wanting gaze and your eyes meet and one hand squeezes your ass hard and that’s when you feel it coiling in your stomach, low and warm and ready for that perfect moment. Another shudder courses down your spine and your eyes shut and your head falls back and if he were standing, if that were his ass instead of his mouth, his tongue would slide against the exposed skin of your neck, his teeth would nibble, and his lips would suck and although he can’t actually do that right now your mind tricks you into believing it’s actually happening and you can feel it, can feel his mouth against your collarbone, hot and slick, can feel his teeth draw a red line on your skin, can feel his tongue sooth whatever pain might have been given and his lips leave a round bruise.

That’s when you lose it. His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you steady as you try not to buck as you come, the orgasm that was pooling in your gut ripping through your body and leaving you breathless, heart pounding, and lightheaded. You swear you come more than once, waves of euphoric pleasure moving through your body. His mouth keeps going, sucking and licking until your completely spent and then he swallows with that damned pleased smirk on his face and you stare at him, mouth hanging open because you think it might help oxygen get to your brain a little bit quicker. You stand limply as he puts you back into your pants and zips you up, hands clinching your waist to help him off the ground. And all you can do is stare because you know and he knows and probably anyone who might have been watching knows that that was the best blow-job you’ve ever had and there’s that damn smirk on his face, reminding you, daring you to forget, who gave it to you. His arms circle your waist and he brings your body back against his, once again rocking with the music, and your eyes shut again. And he softly kisses your lips, your nose, your closed eyes and he leans his forehead against yours.

Then your eyes open and meet his again. You can see lust… desire… hunger… is that need? You know he wants to leave, wants to take you home or you to take him home. He wants a bed and you and him naked and close and together. You lean in for a kiss, something chaste that says you understand, you know, you want it, too, but when you lips meet and your tongue enters his mouth and mingles with his, the kiss deepens and goes on. One of your hands comes to the small of his back, the other to the back of his head, and his hands mimic yours and you stop swaying. You stand there, bodies still and alert. You feel his erection against your leg and press your body fully against his. You say you’re all his, any way he wants you, any time he wants, anywhere. You say it with your mouth but not with words because why use words when a touch can say so much more?

Fic: Distraction Boyd/Davenport/Depp

Mon, 17 Jul 2006 22:21:08 GMT

Title: Distractions
Pairing: Boyd/Davenport ; Depp/Davenport (established)
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: PoTC/LoTR
Timeframe: Filming PoTC I
Summary: Though some distractions are a good thing, they only last so long.
Author's Note: Re-posting from my other lj: domhobbitzes with some edits and revising.
Thanks to beizy for the original beta work.

Something out of the corner of his eye catches Jack's attention. Across the set, he sees Orlando chatting with a shorter man whom he has never seen before. He turns to Johnny with a raised eyebrow and a silent question.

"One of the hobbits, I hear. Pippin, I think."

Jack nods in agreement and looks back in Orlando's direction. Johnny moves closer to him and leans into his ear.

"Has green eyes... like you..." He can feel Jack tense and places his hands on the younger man's waist. "And he’s Scottish." With that, Johnny disappears seconds before he is called for a scene, leaving Jack staring off in the direction of Orlando and his visitor, wondering just how green his eyes really are.

***

Over dinner, Jack comes to learn that Pippin's real name is Billy; Billy from Glasgow, Scotland, who has green eyes and bow-shaped lips and a perfect little nose. And beautiful hands, delicate but firm with a handshake. Johnny sits beside Jack, hand on his thigh hidden by the table, watching the Brit practically fawn over the new man on set. He admits that Billy is charming, beyond funny, and certainly alluring, but he isn't as enamored as Jack seems to be. Although, Jack is smitten with him, it doesn't bother Johnny. After all, Billy will only be visiting for a few days and soon Johnny with have Jack all to himself again, until the next stranger comes along and joins their bed.

"So, Bill, wh-wh-who... where are you staying?" Jack asks, voice shaky even though he has had more than enough pints to give him some backbone.

Johnny stifles a laugh and stands next to Orlando who is more than ready to head to bed.

"You'll take care of him, I take it?" Johnny sees the smirk on Orlando's face and gives him a sarcastic smile in return.

"Very funny..."

"I'm serious... I'm knackered. I'm heading home." Orlando turns to grab his things and puts on his jacket.

"Yeah, we'll make sure he gets... somewhere."

Orlando faces Johnny before leaving, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks."

"Don't worry about it." Johnny winks and Orlando, along with many others, exit the bar.

His attention drifts back to Jack and Billy still chatting at a small table a few feet away. Billy finishes his joke and Jack erupts with laughter, laughing enough to produce a solid stream of tears down is face. Jack laughs until he can catch his breath, a hand on his chest, and the other resting on the table, only inches from the Scot's.

"I haven't laughed like that since..."

"Since Keira's nice little slip last month."

"Oh... yeah... that was probably it..." Jack chuckles and wipes the tears from his eyes.

"What? What did she say?" Billy asks, intrigued, leaning closer to Jack.

"'Breast and ankles all the way'," Jack barely manages to get out before he begins laughing again.

"Likes to laugh, doesn't he?"

"It’s the rum."

Billy laughs softly and finishes off his beer with a final swig before standing and holding a hand out to Jack. "I think it's time we went somewhere a bit more private."

“What?” Jack looks up at him shocked and bewildered and perhaps a little bit more than half-pissed. He can't say he doesn't want this, doesn't fantasize about gliding over the smaller man's body, sweaty and hot and perfect; kissing Billy's soft skin, and letting his hands explore every...

"Jack?"

"I'm ready."

***

Moonlight spills into the room through the lace curtains that dance in a slight breeze, causing light and shadows to play across the bodies on the bed. Johnny sits in a chair in the corner, half in light, half in darkness, watching the scene unfolding before him, camera in hand.

Billy moans as Jack's tongue licks along the line of his jaw, over his lips where he dips in for only a second before moving on and lower. The Brit slides over his body, thrusting into him with a safe and even rhythm while his mouth continues to explore Billy's upper body. Hands caress skin until one departs for another region, long fingers encircling a swollen cock and gradually setting a pace to match Jack's hips.

"Christ, fuck, yes..." Curses and pleas fall from Billy's sweet mouth and mingle in Jack's ears, almost convincing him to go faster, harder, but he steadies his rhythm and brings his mouth once again to Billy's lips.

"So fucking perfect," he murmurs before his tongue enters Billy's mouth in a sensual kiss.

Johnny lifts the Polaroid camera to his eyes, lining up the shot before the room glows with an intense flash of light for a brief second and then darkness settles around them again. Jack doesn't notice the flashes, only notices how a sliver of moonlight falls on Billy's face, making his emerald eyes glow. He stares into those eyes, lost in their depths, until the earth comes shattering down around him as the orgasm rips through is body. Another flash goes off as Jack's body tenses as he comes. Billy cries out seconds later with another flash of light as he empties into Jack's hand and onto his own belly. A final flash illuminates the room as Jack leans down to kiss Billy's forehead, tasting the salty sweat of their sex.

***

The next night, Jack finds himself under Billy's body and touch, Billy's lips and power. Small he may be but forceful he as well. Jack's wrists are pinned to the bed above his head by those delicate yet firm hands he first shook only yesterday. Billy's mouth nips at his throat while white, perfect teeth graze his flesh. A pink tongue soothes the delicious pain and Jack begins to feels light-headed. One of Billy's hands drifts down his body, teasing nipples and drawing a line lower, straight to his erection, painfully trapped between them. Billy's nose nuzzles his neck, just below his ear, silently asking what he wants, what he needs.

"Pl-please," Jack begs and squeezes his eyes shut when Billy's grip on his wrists doubles.

"What do you ask of me, Jack?" A single finger moves down the length of his cock and a shiver moves down the length of his body.

"You... in..." The finger glides over his cock again, stopping the words in his throat.

"Me... in...?"

Subtly is no longer an option. "Fuck me, just fuck me."

Billy smiles down at him before lifting his legs to Jack's hips and entering his body in one quick motion. Jack cries out as Billy slams into him. Pleasure surges through his body as Billy sets a slow pace, rocking beautifully against his body.

Again, Johnny sits in his corner, camera in hand, flashes lighting the room sporadically throughout the encounter. He watches, wanting to join in, wanting to taste Billy in his mouth, and feel Jack tight around his cock. He stays in his chair, not even touching himself as the two men moan and sweat and moan as they come together.

***

The third night Jack again finds himself on his back with Billy above him, only this time it's very different. Billy impales himself on Jack's erect cock, rocking over his body as fast and as hard as possible. He makes sure Jack bumps his prostate with every thrust and refuses to let Jack touch anything but his hips, taking himself in hand as a flash brightens the room. Billy secretly smiles to himself and moans loudly; it only a takes a fraction of a second for Johnny to realize that Billy is putting on a show for him. Suddenly, Johnny wishes he had a video camera as Billy arches his back, crying out as he spills onto his hand and Jack's stomach. Johnny smiles and watches Jack’s body still, toes curling, as the orgasm hits.

***

On their final night together, Johnny decides to make things special. Scented candles illuminate the room, setting a glow to Billy and Jack's entwined bodies. Sweat glistens in the low light and Johnny's camera rests in the palm of his hand as dark eyes settle on the scene before him.

Billy's mouth is on Jack's cock, tongue swirling around the head before he descends, taking Jack as deeply as he can. Jack cries out as he hits the back of Billy's throat and Billy's hands tenderly stroke his thighs, a sharp contrast to the roughness and crude pace of Billy's practiced mouth. One hand drifts down his inner thigh and rolls the Brit's balls, thin fingers on sensitive skin until the hand moves lower, one finger teasing the entrance of his body. Again, Jack cries out and the fist in Billy's hair tightens accordingly.

From his corner of the room, Johnny continues his pictorial of their encounters. The light flashes when Billy's tongue tests the taste of the pre-cum as it leaks from the head of Jack's cock, when Billy deep throats the younger man, and when Jack's face twists in erotic pleasure. Johnny smiles as he watches the pictures come into focus while the scene continues in the background, a soundtrack to the scene he has created with his photographs, stolen moments of private desire.

The fist in Billy's hair pulls and Billy's mouth leaves Jack's erection, dark eyes questioning Jack from their position between his legs.

"Lay down."

Billy cocks an eyebrow but seconds later a wicked grin appears on his face. He crawls up Jack's body, laying himself flat against the younger man, the smile still lingering on his lips. He knows what Jack wants but he wants to play first, wants to make Jack work for what he wants. Jack's hand is still tangled in Billy's hair, arm resting on the back of Billy's shoulder while one of Billy's hands rests between them on his chest.

"That's not what I meant, Bill."

"I know," he purrs in response.

"Then do what I say."

"Make me," Billy growls and pulls Jack's bottom lip between his teeth. When he lets go, a cheeky smirk graces his face.

Jack hears Johnny chuckle softly from across the room; the first sound he has made since their first encounter four nights ago. His eyes shift to his lover's figure, once again cast in a mixture of light and darkness, moonlight and shadow, perfect for his role in this game. Johnny shakes his head and Jack's attention comes back to Billy. The green sheen of his eyes causes Jack to forget Johnny's presence, a crime that he will be punished for when the two are alone again. He smiles at the Scot before flipping him onto his back, rolling with him until Jack is on top.

"I believe I said do as you are told, William."

"Why? You just did it for me."

The wicked grin returns and Jack wipes it from his face with a hungry kiss, tongue invading Billy's mouth without invitation. He can taste himself on Billy's tongue and pauses the kiss, staring into Billy's eyes, before diving in for more. Jack breaks the kiss after an idea forms in his head. This is their last night together, possibly the last time he will ever see Billy in person, not to mention his last night tasting and touching and fucking him. A small hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and Billy's eyes widen with a silent question.

"We have to make tonight special, love." He places a soft kiss above Billy's lips and a hand wipes the hair from his forehead. "Last night and all." Billy nods but says nothing, only a visible gulp as a sign of his anticipation. "I want you on your stomach. I want you to fuck the mattress while I take you from behind."

Billy gulps again and Jack, smirk on his lips, lifts off his body. Without another order, the older man scrambles to turn onto his stomach, satin sheets cool against his groin. Jack doesn't climb back on right away but instead lets his eyes linger on Billy's body, moonlight falling on him in just the right places. A curious hand comes to the small of his back and moves down, caressing the flesh of his backside, admiring the beautiful sight in front of him. He leans forward and kisses the indent of Billy's spine up to his neck, taking his time before lying atop Billy again. The kisses continue until he stops at Billy's ear, whispering, "Tell me you want this."

"I want this," Billy whispers back, and stills when he feels Jack position his body, cock lining up with his backside. "I want this," he repeats and gasps as Jack slides in with no warning, pinning his body to the bed until he is all the way in.

Billy's moans are louder than before and Jack wonders for moment if Billy has ever been taken like this, so rough and so fast. The sounds coming from Billy echo in Jack's ears as he quickens his pace until the slick, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh almost drown out Billy. He slams into Billy's body, strong arms holding him up as he glides over the Scot's body.

"I'm going to make you remember this, remember me... us..." Jack growls through gritted teeth as he hits Billy's sweet spot evenly and surely with each fast thrust. "Remember."

He doesn't bother to sneak a hand under their bodies and pump Billy's trapped erection. He knows the friction of the sheets against Billy's body will be enough to make him come and tighten perfectly around Jack's cock still buried inside of him, causing Jack to grunt and thrust only three more times before he is coming in Billy's tight ass with his teeth digging into Billy's shoulder; the stamp of their encounter. When all goes according to plan, Johnny is ready with the camera, flashes illuminating the room as Billy cries out for the last time.

***

Jack tries to hide the fact that he misses Billy already, the way he feels beneath him, above him, inside him, around him, but Jack realizes Johnny knows him better than that.

***

"Tonight... nine o'clock," Johnny whispers in his ear, fingers finding their familiar grip on Jack lean waist.

"Yours or mine?" Jack replies without looking behind him. It is forbidden for him to look at the other man in this situation, especially on set. Johnny has set strict rules which he must abide.

"Mine..." Johnny purrs. "As always."

Jack smiles at the remark, knowing the words "mine" and "always" mean something much more than what it sounds like to the casual eavesdropper. He is Johnny's. Johnny will never let him forget that.

"Yours. Nine. Got it."

Without another word, Johnny's hands leave him and seconds later he's gone, Jack still softly smiling and finally able to concentrate on work.

***

At nine exactly, he enters Johnny's hotel room, the place he stays when he needs to get away from the boat. The room is dark and empty. It if wasn't for the spare key he had been given, he would have had to wait in the hallway, looking pitiful and lost. Instead, he walks around the room, afraid to switch on a light, until he notices a candle on a table next to the window, flickering in the Caribbean breeze. Next to the candle lies a small leather-bound book.

Jack crosses the room and stands before the table, fingers gliding over the soft leather of the spine and cover, tracing the letters on the front, "Jack". He figures since his name is on it, written in silver script, he's allowed to open it. As he does, the smell of leather permeates his nose. Slowly, he flips through the pages upon pages of pictures. Jack with Orlando, Jack with Keira, Jack with various cast and crew members, and lastly, Jack with Billy. A pleased grin curls his lips as he turns the pages of memories since he met Johnny his first day on set. Johnny had recognized his need for freedom, his need to have sexual encounters with other people, his need to dominate another, but most of all he had recognized Jack's more well-hidden need. To be dominated.

Suddenly hands are on his hips and lips are on his neck and the feeling of Johnny behind him clouds his brain. He turns in the older man's grasp, mouth seeking a taste to accent the touch. He nips at Johnny's mouth until he is allowed unrestricted access, tongue searching and mingling with antoher, but Johnny only permits a short kiss before stepping back without losing his hold on Jack.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Good... then maybe I'll make you a copy," he replies before his lips find Jack's, claiming the power that is his.

Jack easily falls back into Johnny's touch, his kiss, his embrace, and his dominance, forgetting the others that had only temporarily distracted him.

A Simple Whisper l Chapter Two

Tue, 16 Aug 2005 19:52:33 GMT

Title: A Simple Whisper - Chapter Two
Author: makeyourmusic
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: Dom... and... well... yeah...
Warning: M/M, underage crushage
Summary: All he ever wanted was to be in a rock and roll band… 'and the ~~guys~~ chicks are ~~cute~~ great'.
Author’s Note: Here is the second chapter, as promised, before I depart for the UK tomorrow ~~to do more research for the story~~. Introduction of a new character, yes it's that Daniel. By the way, only two of the characters so far (there will be three total) are based on real people. Everyone else just lives in my head. It gets kind of loud sometimes but hey, 'rock 'n roll'. :)
Huge Thank you to tigertale7 for ALL the beta work. *nuzzleloves*

You feel it pumping through your blood, your body, your soul; working its way through your entire being until you can’t separate it from yourself anymore. There is no beginning, no end, no you; only music.

*****

Dominic groans as the alarm clock rings shrilly, his hand slapping at it until it falls silent. He fumbles blindly for the pack of cigarettes he’d thrown on the floor next to his mattress last night. His long fingers curl around the box and he sits up, shaking out a cigarette and a packet of matches into his free hand. He takes a long, shaky drag as he looks around the room. He exhales, rubbing his temple with his thumb before stubbing the cigarette out. He drags himself off the mattress and stretches his aching body, his lean muscles rippling as he tries to work out some of the kinks before lurching toward the bathroom.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, he grabs a pair of jeans and a shirt from a pile on the floor. He’s not even sure they’re his, but he and his roommate are pretty much the same size so it doesn’t really matter. He pads in to their make-shift kitchen and attempts to find something resembling food, which, at two in the afternoon, might conceivably be referred to as lunch.

He pulls on his 1971 “vintage” leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses as he walks out onto the busy streets of London’s West End. He forgets to lock the door like he always does, but nothing has ever been stolen; there is nothing of value in the apartment to steal. He only has one thing of value, a journal of lyrics he keeps in an inside pocket of his coat and which never leaves his side. He can’t imagine what he’d do if he ever lost it. Probably kill myself, he muses before jogging down the staircase to the street below.

The sunglasses shade his eyes and help with the slight hangover he has from the night before. To Dominic, accepting the free drinks customers offer him throughout the night is a part of working in a pub. His band mates often tell him he shouldn’t, that he should grow up and focus on more than just having a good time. Sometimes Dominic wonders how much of their worry is actually for him and how much of it is about the band.

He jogs down the stairs to the congested London Underground Rail station where he catches the train to Ewen’s place for rehearsal. He waits for a few minutes before his train pulls up, loaded to the gills with the working class. He squeezes into a car, standing between a waitress and a man in a neatly pressed suit.

Dominic studies the man next to him, noting the lines of worry and sorrow carved into his face and wondering how they came to be there. His neighbor catches him staring and offers a cold, discouraging look, not interested in any sort of connection. Dominic quickly looks away, spotting an older woman rising to get off at the next stop. He sneaks into her place as she steps off the train. Pulling a Sharpie from his coat pocket, he pushes up his sleeve and starts writing on the back of his hand.

“Standing on the edge,” the man sitting next to him reads aloud.

Dominic nods. “He’s too young to look like that,” he says, inclining his head toward the man he’d studied a few minutes ago.

“Aren’t we all?” the man replies before standing and heading for the door as the train reaches another station.

“Excuse me…”

Dominic looks up to find a boy with piercing blue eyes and a mouth made for sucking cock standing in front of him. It takes him a moment to register the kid’s innocence.

“I’m sorry to bother you but... you’re Dominic Monaghan, yeah? From The Whisperers?”

“Why yes, I am,” Dom answers, smiling and holding out his hand. “And you are?”

“Dan... I mean, Daniel... Daniel Radcliffe... but you can call me Dan?” His voice shakes as he stumbles over his name.

Dominic’s grin grows larger. It’s so cute when they’re nervous. “Are you sure about that?”

“Wha-what?” Daniel blinks, wringing his hands nervously.

“You don’t seem very sure what you want me to call you.”

“Oh...” He finally notices Dominic’s outstretched hand and shakes it a little too hard before letting go a little too fast. “Sorry. It’s just... I’m a huge, huge fan and I’ve been to every single one of your concerts that wasn’t on a school night and... ”

The next stop is announced. “Well, Dan, it was very nice to meet you but this is my stop. You’ll be at the concert tonight, yeah? Since it’s not a school night and all?”

“Of course!” Daniel squeaks and Dom forces himself not to smile.

As the train stops, Dom hands the Sharpie to the boy. “See you there, then,” he says, winking as he turns and walks toward the already opened door.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ewen yells as his drums fall silent.

Ben and Dom stop and turn while Rob continues on without them.

“Rob, stop!”

“What?” Rob snaps.

“You’re off,” Ewen says.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not on the beat. The rest of us are together but fuck it all, mate, I don’t even know where you are. Off in the countryside, over the hill and far away.”

“Fuck off, Ewen,” the bassist snarls.

“He’s right, Rob, you’re late,” Ben says.

“What the fuck is this?” Rob demands, gesturing angrily at his band mates.

“You were late,” Ben says again. “Just fix it.”

Dominic sees Rob’s anger about to boil over and steps in. “Hey, it’s called rehearsal for a reason. We have plenty of time to lock this before tonight. Let’s just start again and get it right.”

“Fine, let’s just do it,” Rob retorts.

Dominic looks to Ewen and nods before glancing at Ben. “Ready?”

“Always,” Ben says.

Ewen lifts his sticks in the air. “One, two, one, two, three.”

Rob’s bass reaffirms the rhythm as Ben starts the opening riff. Two measures later, Dominic joins them.

“You always knew you would do something...Something that would change everything... and now that you’ve found that one mistake, you can’t trade it for anything.”

“Can’t trade it for any...” he croons into the microphone, long fingers wrapped tightly around the base. “Thing...”

The last note fades and the crowd’s cheering grows louder. Dom raises his arms, his trademark “bow,” and turns to face his band mates.

“They fucking love it,” Ewen mouths as Dominic grins widely.

Dominic turns back to the crowd, grin still firmly in place. Sweat drips down his clean-shaven face and he gives a quick wave before dashing off the stage to join the rest of his band in the wings. He peeks out from behind the curtain, looking for Dan. The young boy is standing in the middle of the make-shift front row, right in front of Dominic’s microphone. He can’t believe he hadn’t noticed before.

He gestures the closest security guard over. “If a kid tries to get back stage with a black Sharpie, let him through.”

“Half of those kids out there have Sharpies, mate!”

“This kid will try to use it specifically as a pass. Let him.”

“Fine!” The security guard shrugs.

“Thanks, mate!”

He smiles as he returns to the stage, the roar of the crowd doubling upon his entrance. “Want some more?” Dominic calls out.

“Please, sir, may I have another,” the loyal fans scream back the answer coined at the earliest gigs.

Dominic’s grin widens and his eyes fall on Daniel who is staring up at him with adoration.

“DOM!”

“Yeah?” Dom turns to see who is calling him and sees the security guard he’d spoken to earlier.

“That kid you told me about? With the Sharpie?”

“Yeah?”

“He’s in the Green Room.” The security guard motions his head toward the room with a smirk.

“Thanks,” Dominic replies with a wink.

“Hey,” Dominic says, shutting the door behind him.

Startled, Dan jumps to his feet, a blush burning his cheeks. “Hi...”

“What did you think of the show?” Dom asks, inspecting his eyeliner in the mirror for smudges.

“Brilliant, amazing... fantastic, I mean... the best one I’ve been to yet... and that new song? Um... Never Tell, I think? Bang on... absolutely bang on, loved it actually…”

Dom smiles and wonders how long the boy can go on without taking a breath.

“Don’t get me wrong... Fallen is still my all-time favorite. It’s the whole reason I got into the band... not that your other songs aren’t great but Fallen is just...”

“Bang on?” Dominic supplies turning to face the boy. He leans against the counter, resting on his palms. He watches Daniel visibly gulp as his eyes trail down the line of the boy’s body. Instead of trying to speak, Dan just nods and Dominic suppresses his chuckle. “I’m glad you came, Dan.”

“Me, too,” Daniel replies softly, shifting from foot to foot.

“Hope your friends weren’t too bummed about you ditching them.”

“What?”

“Well I assume you left your friends out there to come back here, yeah?”

“I’m here alone.”

“What?”

“I don’t have many friends,” Dan says quietly. “Everyone at my public school thinks I’m a freak or makes fun of me because of the music I like.”

Dominic has a flashback to his own public school days in Manchester. He’d been a total band geek and music nut which had pretty much guaranteed he was looked down upon and ridiculed. Those days, those close-minded pricks, drove him though; drove the power and harsh realism of his lyrics. If it hadn’t been for them, Dominic never would have had the guts to come to London, start his band, make a life.

“So a bunch of stuck up twats make fun of you and you give a fuck? You can’t let them win, mate. You don’t need them.”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“People don’t change, Dan, they evolve. You’ll have evolved into your full potential, flourished in your talents, and they’ll still be back in the gutter.”

“‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars’.”

“You’ve read Oscar Wilde.”

Daniel nods shyly. “He’s amazing.”

“Not exactly into birds, are we, Dan?” Dom asks, cocking an eyebrow.

Another visible gulp and the blush turns a deeper shade of red. “No, not exactly.”

Dominic smiles at Dan, moving to stand beside him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Looks like we have more in common than I originally thought.” Much, much more.

Dominic leads Dan out of the room and down the corridor to a door that opens up into the alley. When Dominic opens the door, screams ring in his ears. He plasters a smile on his face and escorts Daniel out of the building, still holding him close. A shiver runs down the boy’s spine, but Dom doesn’t know whether it’s because of the chilly night air or his proximity.

Behind them, Rob and Ben gape at Daniel.

“Isn’t he a bit young?” Rob barks.

“I don’t think it’s like that,” Ewen replies matter-of-factly as he heads to his car with the first load of equipment. “I think it’s…”

“Illegal?” Ben interjects, chuckling.

“No. I think Dominic sees himself in that boy and he sees an opportunity to save the kid from what he went through.”

“And what exactly did he go through?” Rob says snidely.

Ewen rolls his eyes and goes to get another load of equipment.

“How long is he going to take?” Rob demands.

“Stop being so bloody jealous you green-eyed pain in the ass,” Ewen shouts from the back of the car, not caring if anyone hears.

“I do not have green eyes,” Rob snaps.

“It’s Shakespeare, Rob. It’s a joke,” Ben replies, sighing. “But you have a point. We all have to work early tomorrow, except for him. Dom! Let’s go!”

“One more minute,” Dom calls back.

Ten minutes later, Dominic has yet to budge.

Ben looks at Ewen. “It’s your turn, mate. I already tried.”

“Dom, we have to go! Now!" Ewen cries over the din.

"And moms to get home to," Ben says quietly under his breath but Ewen still catches his jest. Laughing, he ducks out of the way as Ewen's hand flies toward his head.

Dominic glances over his shoulder and sees his band mates are really heading out.

“See you at the next show, yeah?” he says to Dan, smiling.

“Of course! Well, if it’s…”

“Not on a school night, right.” The smile widens into a grin and Dom leans closer, pressing his lips lightly against Daniel’s. Before Daniel’s brain can register that he is actually being kissed, the warmth of Dominic’s mouth is gone and the future rock star is walking away.

“Later!” Dom calls without looking back.

“Later,” Daniel replies softly.

(Ch. I)

A Simple Whisper l Chapter One

Tue, 09 Aug 2005 01:53:35 GMT

Title: A Simple Whisper- Chapter One
Author: makeyourmusic
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: Dom... and... well... yeah...
Warning: M/M
Summary: All he ever wanted was to be in a rock and roll band…
Author’s Note: I have been working on this for over a year and a half… so here goes. I’m finally releasing my baby to the world. :)
Huge Thank you to tigertale7 for ALL the beta work. *nuzzleloves*

Chapter 1:

The crowd screams as you walk onstage; the cheers of a thousand voices rising to a thunderous roar. You can’t see them yet, but you know they’re there waiting for you, wanting you. And you deliver without fail every time. The man behind the drum kit counts off the beat and the guitars on either side strike their opening cords. You step up to the microphone and the lights find you, illuminating your body, making your blue eyes—heavily outlined with black eyeliner—sparkle at the crowd. You can see the edge of the stage and the first few rows now, both the still screaming fans and those who have stopped screaming are staring up at you, waiting for your voice to break the din, to make them yours again.

You straighten your tie and suit and reach for the microphone. It feels cold and solid in your grasp, anchoring you to reality. The tight black leather around your wrists reminds you where you came from, of who you really are, who you will always be. You display your trademark grin, cheeky yet adorable, and it drives the fans wild, the women and the men. For a split second, you wonder if he is out there but you push the thought from your mind when you hear the guitar reach the end of the bridge—it’s your turn now.

You skip the greeting and jump straight into the lyrics, the words falling from your mouth with passionate ease. The music pours through you, filling you, and you wonder how there could have been a time when this wasn’t your life; when it was only a distant dream, something you’d wished for but never expected to attain.

Only three years ago, you were waiting tables during the day and working the clubs at night. Now it’s 1975 and everything you ever wanted, everything you ever dreamed of is yours. Here you are, onstage in front of thousands of people, with your music, your friends, your words. But there is one regret; one thing that will always haunt the back of your mind and your lyrics. Him.

*****

Dominic stands near the mirror with freshly re-applied eyeliner, attempting to get his band mates’ attention. “You guys we can’t...” Everyone continues talking, drowning him out so he tries again, this time at the top of his voice. “You guys... you guys!”

“What?” Ewen demands impatiently.

“I’m just trying to say we shouldn’t play the same old songs night after night.”

“Same old songs? Bloody hell, Dom.” Ewen rolls his eyes, exasperated. “We’ve only been performing them for two months now.”

“He’s got a short attention span,” Ben snaps.

“Doesn’t take long for him to want something new,” Rob agrees bitterly.

Dominic sighs dramatically before slapping his hands against his thighs. “It wasn’t a bloody relationship, Rob. I told you that.”

“Yeah, after you fucked him for a month,” Ben retorts.

“Bollocks, you’re on his side, too?”

“Before everyone gets their knickers in a twist over this again,” Ewen interjects, “why don’t we just shift back to the music, eh? You know, the whole reason we’re here?”

The other three men glare at each other, clearly not ready to drop the subject, but silently agree with Ewen.

“Good. Now, I agree with Dom.” Rob opens his mouth to complain but Ewen continues without giving him a chance to speak. “We’ve got a stockpile of songs, right? So… we’ll play a new one each gig—try it on the fans and see how they respond, hot or cold.”

“It’s the only way we’ll ever know if they’re good enough,” Dom jumps in.

Ewen’s eyes slide to Dominic before he replies. “Thank you, Dominic.” The sarcastic emphasis on his name causes Dominic’s eyes to widen. Noticing the annoyed looks on his band mates’ faces, Dominic decides to keep his mouth shut and not interrupt his drummer again.

“If that’s settled?” Ewen looks around the small makeshift dressing room to make sure it is before adding, “All right, then, let’s get down to the sex and drug part of the rock and roll experience, shall we?”

Help!

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 00:57:11 GMT

Does anyone have any MP3s of Mozart? I need music for my music class and the book doesn't come with a CD this time so... does anyone have some? List titles if you can.

Thank you!!!

Lost heads up

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 20:07:26 GMT

Yahoo! is doing a sneak peak of tonight's episode which includes three new clips, including one of Charlie, over here. Check it out! :)

you have to love it when the name of a clip is 'scared idiots' :)