Title: Passing Through
Author: Lara Manic
Genre: Smut
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline and any original characters mentioned.
Synopsis: Sroa gets scarred for life.
Comments: Sequel to 'Recording Studio'.

"FUCK! It won't fit!"

"Well, you have to slip it on like this--"

"No shit, I knew that--AH! Oh god, your fingers are COLD!"

"Quit wriggling around, damnit Daichi! Stop!"

"EEK!!!! Fuck, Kiri, your hands! COLD! NO! Don't touch me there again!!!"

"Oooooooooh, ah, damn!"

"Haha, got you back, you ice princess!"

"Nnnnnnnnngh, don't call me--OH!--Ice princess!!!"

Sora stood wide-eyed outside Daichi's bedroom door. He was only walking by from the bathroom, when he paused at the strange conversation coming from within.

Kiriyu yelled from within, "DAICHI! Don't do it that way!"

Daichi yelped, and Kiriyu's voice followed, "Like this!"

Sora slowly took a step forward, honestly not wanting to hear anymore, when Tsuki appeared in the hallway, about to say something when he saw Sora's look of shock. Frowning, Tsuki came to investigate, freezing mid-step when a long, drawn out moan sounded from behind Daichi's door.

'What the hell?' Tsuki mouthed.

Sora shook his head, 'I don't know!' He mouthed back.

Tsuki smirked, "I bet it only sounds like they're fucking," He whispered, coming forward and grabbing the door handle, "I bet they're just--OH FUCKING HELL!!!!"

Sora shrieked and dove behind Tsuki when the taller man threw open the door. Kei came running in then.

"What the fuck, Tsuki?" Then his eyes followed Tsuki's gaping stare.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Kei groaned, "Not AGAIN!"

Daichi was lying on top of Kiriyu and both were naked. Kiriyu was underneath Daichi, putting a condom on him.

And once again, both were at a loss for words and red-faced.

Kei glared at them, "You'd think you'd learned from LAST time you were caught...."

And with that, he slammed the door shut.

"Close your mouth, Tsuki, shows over." He said, walking by both men.

Sora followed the vocalist silently, thinking to himself never to underestimate the powers of innuendo.