11 May 2008 @ 10:03 pm
[FIC] The Heat of Borginian Summer  
Title: The Heat of Borginian Summer
Rating: NC-17 - EXPLICIT
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Machi Tobaye
Warnings: Shotacon
Summary: A twisted summer romance. What exactly inspired Daryan and Machi's partnership in crime? Written for a kink meme request for consensual smut of these two.

For the record, Daryan isn’t even gay.

Sure, people joke about how he and Klavier are married and that’s all well and good, but Daryan’s down with the pussy. Klavier became a rock star to get women. When they’re piss drunk, they like to read slash porn about them and laugh until their sides hurt. Women, with their heads full of expectations and romance, have such strange ideals. Women are ridiculous.

Actually, Daryan thinks Machi is a girl at first. A disappointingly flat-chested girl. He just has a delicate way about him, a slender, beautiful little pixie with a very private laugh. Daryan’s just broken up with that satanic whore of a slut, the Girl That Toured With Them. She’s legend to the Gavinners, the Girl That Toured With Them. Her temper-tantrums are even scarier than Klavier’s. She’s almost as big of a bitch as him, too. Daryan’s sworn off women like he’s sworn off drugs and drinking – no seriously, guys, I mean it this time. I don’t need no women but Geeter. Then Klavier wants to go to Bumfuck Asia (oh, sorry, Europe) to hear some blind broad in a burqa sing about scenery. Daryan knows the language and needs a vacation, so he’s unanimously volunteered to represent the Gavinners along with Klavier.

Borginia’s hot in the summer. The whole damned country smells like falafel and Daryan’s hair isn’t taking well to the humidity. Then they’re ushered into a white, cool studio and there’s that girl Klavier’s got a hard on for and there’s her, a tiny delicate sylph who speaks in quiet, formal sentences. Klavier introduces them, there’s some sob story about how Machi’s an orphan and Lamiroir plays her eyes, but Daryan’s not really listening. He’s trying to see Machi’s face better, get a better look at her body. No curves, but those delicate little hands, man. Those hands could do a man in.

Daryan has no idea how old Machi is; just that he can’t stop looking at her. And someone so young can’t possibly be a world-weary whore ready to stomp on hearts with pointy heels. He thinks maybe he’s falling for her a bit. Feels like he’s back in middle school, tripping on his own feet just to try and find the words to talk to a girl. But Machi’s always stuck to Lamiroir’s arm and when they pass in the hall it’s too weird. Lamiroir and Daryan exchange words but Machi never says a damned thing.

When they have a moment alone, Daryan asks Klavier a question that’s been bugging him. “So are you banging Lamiroir or what? Does that Machi girl ever leave her alone?”

“Nein,” says Klavier. Even as they fuss over the soundboard he’s checking his own appearance, patting his hair as if standing in front of an imaginary mirror. “And Machi is a boy, ja?”

“A boy? No way.” Daryan groans. “But she’s so pretty.”

“Daryan? You do realize Machi is only fourteen.”

“Fourteen’s legal here. Besides, I thought you took me to this boring-ass country to find me a new girl.”

“A new girl is not the same as our fourteen-year-old pianist. I don’t really care if you feel you’re so inadequate you need to go after a school boy, but don’t do anything that messes with the band.” Oh shit, now he’s gone all serious-business. Daryan’s really annoyed when Klavier wears that face. “I already let you bring that girl on tour. Don’t let your lapses in judgment cause stress for us again.”

“Okay, I get it, geeze. It’s not like I already boned her.”



Actually the fact that Machi is a guy should turn him off the subject completely, but it doesn’t. Especially when he catches Machi at a rare moment alone. One night Klavier and Lamiroir are off in the studio. Klavier is adamant both that they are not to be disturbed and they are not fucking.

Machi’s on the back porch, swinging bare legs over the side, wiggling toes in long, cool grass. He startles when Daryan walks up behind him but doesn’t turn to look. Oh, right. Blind.

Daryan sits next to him. “Hey,” he says, and Machi stares out at the dark sea of grass without seeing anything. Saying nothing. Daryan can’t stand silence so he speaks suddenly in his halting Borginian.

“I’m Daryan, remember me?”

A nod. No words.

“Well uh, we didn’t really get introduced in much detail. I was thinking. You’re blind, right? Do you want to touch my face? I hear that’s what blind folks do to see.”

Machi turns. Hands held out expectantly. With a strange tremble, Daryan takes his hands by his wrists and guides them to his face. Machi lightly strokes his features, drawing delicate invisible lines over lips, eyelids, shape of jaw. Those fingers don’t slow when they’ve memorized his face, though. Machi continues to observe Daryan. His fingertips dance down corded neck and across muscled chest.

In the moonlight Machi’s hands are milky. His touch is soft and knowing. Daryan’s as hard as steel and he’s swallowing a lot, wondering if somehow Machi could notice. There’s this little smile lurking on Machi’s face.

Machi doesn’t stop touching. And Daryan knows it’s not intentional when those fingers brush over his erection but he wants it so bad to be.

And Machi keeps going. Stroking and stroking, seems pleased at the heat that grows and twitches. Daryan’s panting. The heat of Borginian summer means sweat’s already collecting on his forehead.

“Say, Machi. Want to see that even better?” The words are husky.

Machi only nods.

Daryan unzips himself, guiding Machi’s hand over his rigid cock. Machi plays and squeezes, all while his gaze remains eerily unfocused, as if his mind is elsewhere. Daryan wishes he weren’t so detached, but the sight of those perfect fingers is too distracting to worry much about it.

Daryan’s just sitting back and enjoying it – Machi’s not the best hand job he’s received, but he’s in the top ten – when he thinks of something better. “Y’know, I hear your mouth’s even more sensitive to feelings. And tasting it, that’d be a way to experience it too.” Machi pauses, confused, and Daryan cups his cheek. Thumb over lips. Machi’s lips yield; thumb pushes past, little licks, gentle suck.

“That’s good,” he breathes. Then pulls him down.

Machi flickers tongue over cock head, pressing to salty slit. That shy reluctance makes Daryan groan. Then, much to his surprise, Machi helps himself to his cock. He’s sucking it fiercely, sprawled over Daryan’s lap, jerking him with one hand. Machi’s other hand is nowhere to be found. Then Daryan realizes Machi’s touching himself, cradling his own painful arousal. Daryan grabs Machi’s perfect little ass and Machi moans around him, arching and wiggling like a happy little sex kitten. It’s that vocalization that does Daryan in and he’s literally exploding. Machi doesn’t seem to know what he do, but in his surprise pulls away. When he sits up again, he’s got cum on his sunglasses. Daryan can swear Machi’s looking right at him, licking his sticky, swollen lips.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

A mute and hesitant nod.

“Look at you. You’re full-mast and everything.” Daryan pulls Machi into his lap. Machi squeaks. Then whimpers as Daryan cups his length. “I remember what it was like at your age. Having to go through the day with one of these.” It’s out of sympathy that Daryan unzips Machi’s pants, begins to masturbate the boy. Machi squirms and the way he’s whimpering, Daryan wonders if he should be doing this at all. Then Machi throws his little arms around his neck like he’s drowning, and Daryan knows to finish what he’s started.

“Do you like it?” he whispers in the shell of Machi’s ear.

Machi nods. He’s close – of course he’s close.

“Tell me you like it.”

Sweat rolls down Machi’s temple. He’s biting his lower lip hard. He whimpers.

“Tell me or I won’t let you cum.”

“Please,” Machi whispers.

“Tell me.”

“I like it.”

“What do you like?”

“I like you touching me.”

Daryan’s going fast now. Strong hands from playing speed riffs. “And?”

“I liked… seeing you.”

“What you doing was called cock sucking. You know what that is, don’t you? Giving a blow job.” Daryan can’t help but smirk. Who knew that book of how to talk dirty in 100 languages would end up being the only useful gift Klavier ever gave him?

“I liked cock sucking. I liked giving a blow job. Ah… ah…!”

Reliving those memories sends Machi over. When he does, he cries out and holds Daryan so tight he’s practically choking him.

He doesn’t let go when he’s finished, either. The tension leaves Machi’s body and he clings like a sleepy child.

Stirring indoors alerts Daryan that Lamiroir and Klavier are finished for the night. Machi seems to snap to his senses. Dicks are put away and they stand up and brush themselves off. Daryan kisses Machi on the forehead.

“Let me put you to bed.”

Machi nods quickly, and takes his arm.


After that night, Daryan’s so sure he’s never going to do that again. Klavier would kill him, for one thing. Besides, no matter what else Machi might be (sexy, beautiful, pure), he’s still a boy, and Daryan’s not gay. It’s not wrong to experiment but this clearly can’t continue.

Those thoughts are out the window by the next day. He can’t even remember why he’s looking for Machi, though he started out with an excuse. He finds the boy in his room. He knocks but Machi’s got some Vivaldi or other snore-inducing dead composer playing on his stereo. What choice does Daryan have? He walks in.

Machi’s splayed on the bed, naked, beating off like tomorrow isn’t going to come. Immediately Daryan’s pants tighten. Machi’s cute red mouth is hanging open. He pauses when Daryan walks in the door. Daryan’s surprised Machi could hear the door open but couldn’t hear his knocking. Must be some sort of blind-person super hearing.

“Uh, sorry,” Daryan says. What do you say when you find a teenager masturbating? Hard to know. Blood’s flowing to the wrong area. Machi hasn’t let go of his cock, but he’s not continuing, either. It’s flush in his graceful white fingers.

Daryan has no idea why he’s embarrassed. Why Machi seems calmer than him about the whole thing. And he’s just about to leave when Machi lazily gives himself another stroke, making a breathy little noise Daryan’s somehow able to hear underneath the soaring harpsichord. Drawn toward the sound, Daryan is walking towards the bed instead of walking away. He’s touching Machi all over, making the boy cry out without sounds. That lovely red mouth with its kittenish tongue hangs open again, gulping for air.

Everything about Machi is perfect. Daryan realizes he doesn’t miss the things he thought he’d miss. The line of Machi’s chest doesn’t seem lacking anything when he takes those tiny nipples in his fingers and pinches him. He doesn’t look pissed off like girls do when he’s rough like that. And his ass – it’s so amazing; Daryan wants to write a song about it. Just watching it lift up from the mattress like that, he can’t help it. He wants to grab it in handfuls. Never one to resist his impulses, Daryan flips Machi over on his stomach. Squeezes those creamy cheeks and parts them. “Do you ever do stuff like this when you’re alone? Ever stick your fingers in your ass?”

Machi is silent, offering neither denial nor agreement. Daryan pushes his fingers into Machi’s mouth and he sucks obediently. Funny how Machi has the sunglasses on even then, veiling his expression. The sweat is beading on both of them, even in the air-conditioned room. The heat gets through the walls of this place.

Daryan pushes those spit-slick fingers into Machi’s tight little asshole and the kid hisses out, just once, color flooding his cheeks. Daryan figures out pretty quickly that it’s not enough, he can’t finger-fuck Machi like he’d like.

“The, the dresser,” Machi says, like he’s read Daryan’s mind. There sits the Holy Grail for every horny teenaged boy: a big pump bottle full of unscented lotion. Daryan squirts more than enough into his hand, is enjoying just playing, stretching, seeing how much he can get in when his dick is like, uh, hi, are you forgetting something over here?

Daryan wonders if it will even all fucking fit, but he can’t say no to his manhood. He’s slicking himself with the lotion. Machi’s bracing a pillow, biting his knuckle. And Daryan shoves in all at once – didn’t miss the mark the first time, thank god – and Machi must be made of heat and light, must be some kind of angel from heaven with that golden hair, because Daryan has never encountered anything that feels like that. Heaven. He’s definitely going to write a song about Machi.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Daryan growls. And he’s actually gentle with Machi. Fucks him slow, and Machi undulates. They get at it at a very gradual pace. Daryan’s admiring how big and strong his hands look on Machi’s tiny hips. They’re rough where he’s smooth. Machi moves like an animal in heat, seems desperate to get more of Daryan’s cock in him, ass in the air. He’s resumed touching himself, but this is more fun, isn’t it? Daryan bites his shoulder blade, and knocks Machi’s hand away. “No. I get to say when you cum.”

Machi gasps, his most genuine emotion yet. “Mr. Crescend,” he murmurs.

Daryan grunts at that, quickening, and if he could see Machi’s face, he’d see smirking.

“Mr. Crescend,” Machi whimpers, meeting each thrust, voice quaking a little as Daryan hits him deep inside. “Mr. Crescend, please, I want to cum. Mr. Crescend….”

“Fuck,” Daryan says, and if Machi goes on like that he won’t be able to hold on. He’s going faster, jerking Machi in time to his thrusts that are quickly losing rhythm.

“Mr. Crescend!”

“Go, baby. Go.” And when Machi does, he’s tensing and arching and Daryan follows in those trembling aftermath seconds, filling Machi so much it makes a mess on his ass pulling out. Daryan’s sort of laughing giddily. Endorphins. Machi curls to his side, trying to avoid the wet spot. Daryan grabs the tissue from the bed stand and gets to cleaning up the evidence. Machi dozes. The music’s still playing.

“Was that okay?” Daryan suddenly asks as he’s zipping up his jeans.

Machi shrugs. “Sure, Mr. Crescend.”

“You can call me Daryan if you want.”

Machi shrugs again, turning onto his back to gaze sightlessly at the ceiling. “That’s not professional,” he says after a moment. Then yawns. Tiny, flawless hand to those exquisite lips.

The CD Machi’s listening to ends. Silence is blooming between them like ugly flowers. Daryan wants to say more, or maybe apologize (and he never does that!), but no words come out when he opens his mouth. Machi’s closing his eyes. Daryan stares at him for a long moment, then tousles his hair before standing and leaving the room.


They’re at the bookstore when Klavier once again sets Daryan to rights about Machi. Klavier’s trying to attract Daryan’s attention to the clerk with the low-cut shirt who’s like, totally hitting on them, but instead of trying to get to know more about the girl, Daryan asks her if they have any books in Braille. She shows them where, and he’s glancing around, instead of at her short skirt.

“I was thinking I should get a book for that Machi kid. He seems bored. He’s kinda brainy, always listening to classical music, so I thought he might like… what?”

Klavier’s laughing at him. He won’t explain why until the clerk’s out of hearing range. “You don’t know? Machi’s not blind, Lamiroir is. It’s all an act for the record company.”

“Wait, what?”

“He’s a good actor, ja? Even I forget sometimes.”

Daryan shuts up, which means he’s pissed beyond words. Luckily, Klavier’s too busy being amused and flirting with the clerk to really notice he’s steamed. After a little browsing, he slams a hardback book on the counter.

“You know,” says the clerk, “We have this in Braille.”

Klavier can’t contain his snort. In fact he’s on the verge of just collapsing into giggles.

Daryan pays for the book in utter silence, then leans over to whisper something private in the pretty clerk’s ear. “Don’t sleep with that fucker,” Daryan sneers, jerking his thumb towards Klavier. “He got herpes from a ladyboy in Thailand.”

Klavier is left wondering why the girl that was so totally into him a few minutes ago now looks like she doesn’t want to touch him with rubber gloves on.

Daryan finds Machi playing piano in one of the practice rooms. It’s barely bigger than a storage closet and the piano takes up most of the space. Daryan grabs Machi by the shoulders, spinning him around on the piano stool. “Mr. Crescend? What do you want?”

“Look at me,” Daryan demands. When Machi doesn’t reply, he rips off those sunglasses. “I know you can see me, Machi. So look at me.”

He’s not prepared for the depth of those blue eyes, or how utterly calm they are. He finds himself cupping Machi’s chin, stroking thumb over cheek.

“Why did you lie to me?”

Machi doesn’t reply.

“Answer me!”

He doesn’t. He wets his lips. His expression is completely passive, yet Daryan senses his defiance.

“You made me look like a fool. I hate that!”

“I didn’t do it to make you look like a fool,” Machi says after a moment. He always considers his words to Daryan carefully.

“Don’t lie to me. Put your mouth to better use if you’re just going to tell me lies.”

Daryan unzips his pants and presents Machi his cock, pushing Machi to kneel in the narrow square of floor. Just being this close to Machi has him half-hard. Machi looks at his cock, then looks up at Daryan. The weight of his eyes is almost more effective than Machi’s fingers. “Don’t look away from me.”

Machi doesn’t. He licks and watches, and Daryan’s hard but still kind of pissed off so he shoves his length past Machi’s lips, gripping his hair. Machi glares up at him, eyes narrowed, but sucks even better than the first time. Doesn’t let up when Daryan realizes he’s got his hair in a death grip and lets go. Bobs his head and that resentment is giving way to a drugged-looking sort of pleasure as he sucks. He’s shifting uncomfortably, there’s no real space to move. “Get up,” Daryan commands him. Machi can’t do it without bumping against him, and Daryan knows he’s right: Machi’s hard.

“You’re going to look at me while I fuck you,” says Daryan. He’s proud of himself for his foresight: he brought Astroglide. Somehow, he manages to prep Machi like that, though there’s lots of fumbling. Machi’s small, flexible and clever. While Daryan’s got fingers in his ass he reaches over and locks the door.

Daryan drapes Machi over the piano stool. Scrabbling for a grip, Machi’s slamming hands on random keys, bracing the piano. He’s quite a sight, rosy and flushed, lacy trousers and undergarments still hanging precariously off one foot. “Mr. Crescend,” he says, and that’s all the permission Daryan needs, throwing Machi’s knees over his shoulders and hammering into him.

Machi looks at him. He vacillates from biting his lip to letting his mouth hang open, gasping, occasionally whimpering. He never makes much noise. Those eyes bore into him, as if trying to find some answer to a question that is made up of Daryan’s features.

“Louder,” Daryan growls. This is fucking amazing, and he can see that Machi’s holding back. He wants that quiet little boy to scream. “It’s sound proofed, go ahead.”

Machi bites down hard on his lip as if to spite him. Rising to the challenge, Daryan fucks him harder. They’re composing one lousy, tuneless symphony while Daryan reams him into the keyboard. Daryan’s thinking of those gaps in their conversations, all the times when lovers should be talking that Machi just goes quiet. How frustrating Machi is, locked away in his quiet little world. That angel needs to come down from heaven. “I’m going to fuck the silence out of you!” Daryan decides.

Machi looks right through him, and even as they’re still moving it’s stillness, it’s silence. “You can’t,” he says simply.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Yes?” Machi calls out.

“Machi? You don’t usually lock the door…” It’s Lamiroir.

“I’m composing.” There’s a hitch in his voice. Daryan hasn’t pulled out. In fact he’s resumed fucking him again. They’re moving in almost utter silence. Daryan likes the fact that Machi’s distressed, starting to sweat, but bringing himself down on Daryan’s cock harder than ever. He’s stroking himself, too, desperately.

“Will you be done soon? I need you to be my eyes for a bit.”

“Very soon,” Machi assures her. He’s quaking.

“Are you okay in there? You sound a bit odd.”

“I’m fine, Lamiroir. I’ll be out in – just a second.”

Daryan slams into Machi so hard he’s worried he might’ve broken the boy, but he just takes and takes it, looking up at Daryan’s face desperately, half-speaking. And he just knows Machi’s going to cry out so Daryan shoves his fingers in Machi’s mouth. Machi bites down on them in lieu of screaming. His entire body’s shaking. Daryan bites his tongue hard enough to bleed to keep from groaning as he lets go inside him.

Machi squirms free, gets his pants back on, and unlocks the door. He puts his arm around Lamiroir as he always does. Of course, he’s far more rumpled and flushed than usual. Daryan hopes Klavier doesn’t see them like this, even if Lamiroir seems none the wiser.

He waits until they’re both out of sight to leave the practice room. Wouldn’t want to risk the blind lady catching on.


Daryan honestly doesn’t expect Klavier to sock him in the stomach when they see each other next. Which is why the punch comes as such a surprise.

“What the fuck, Klav? That thing I said to the book wench was just a joke, I know you don’t have her—”

“You’ve been messing with Machi! You idiot! What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s a kid!”

“He’s a teenager. Don’t you remember what it was like when we were his age?”

The rage on Klavier’s face is beyond his typical bitch fit. Frankly, it scares Daryan a bit. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it. You’re a creep sometimes, Daryan, and you have awful taste, but I didn’t think you’d be this stupid. What makes you think it’s okay to do that to him?”

“The fact that he likes it? The fact that—”

Klavier raises a hand, cutting him off. “You know what, no. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’re exploiting him. Lamiroir took him in to get him away from people who would take advantage of him like that.”

“I’m not taking advantage of him! It’s mutual, I promise. I’m not that big of a creep!”

He’s not, is he? Can’t Klavier see how beautiful Machi is? How impossible it is for Daryan to resist him?

“Then tell me, Daryan, what is Machi getting out of your relations? Do you think you’re such hot stuff that it’s not going to mess with him, the fact you’re someone he’s supposed to work with and trust? Or do you think maybe he’s young and confused and you’re abusing him?” Klavier always has such an issue with that word, abuse. He spits it out so knowingly.

“I – but he… he’s fine.”

“I warned you not to do anything that would mess with the band. I’m going to trust you not to embarrass me for that, and ask you to end things with Machi. I know you’re not trying to hurt him, but with someone that young it’s just too ambiguous for everyone involved. Lamiroir’s pretty upset as it is.”

“What? You told her?”

“She’s the one who figured out Machi was fucking around with someone. Said he came out of the practice room absolutely reeking of sex. I’m the one who put together it was your dumb ass.”

Daryan’s dumbfounded.

“No matter what your excuses are for this, it has to stop before we get back to the US. If someone finds out about you two, you could be arrested. I could be arrested for letting it happen, we all could be in really hot water.” Klavier’s calmed a little now. Maybe Daryan’s reaction has soothed him a little. Maybe he thinks he can keep a lid on this impending disaster.

Klavier shoves his hands in his pockets and walks away. Daryan almost feels sorry for him for a second, the way the way the man seems to take everything onto his shoulders. Then he remembers it’s Klavier, who laughs at him when he’s weak and bosses him around about his sex life.

Klavier’s a jackass who needs to mind his own business.

But his words stick with Daryan. He visits Machi in his room. He’s reading the book Daryan bought him. Daryan’s overjoyed to see this, but doesn’t let it show on his face.

“How’re you liking it so far?” Daryan sits down next to Machi on the bed. Machi’s cute, lying on his stomach with his knees bent, heels kicking idly as he reads.

“It’s good,” says Machi. “I’ve read it before.”

“I should’ve known that you’ve already read a book about a guy who runs off with his teenage stepdaughter.”

Machi hasn’t looked up from his book. “That’s not what it’s about.”

“Then what is it about?”

“I think it’s about how a man destroys his dream by trying to possess it.”

“Wow.” For once, the silence doesn’t threaten Daryan. He’s not worried about falling into it, not desperate to fill it with any sort of noise. He likes Machi like this, sweet and relaxed, almost smiling. “You’re a deep one. Reading bores the shit out of me.”

Machi shrugs, turning a page of his book. Daryan strokes his back, cautiously at first, as if he’s scared to interrupt. Machi makes a very soft, pleasant noise, so Daryan decides to continue. “Machi. Can I ask you something?”

“…Within reason.”

“What do you really want? Like, most in the world?”

Machi considers his reply carefully, just like always. “Money. And lots of it. Fast.”


Machi reads his book and ignores Daryan’s question.

“Money, huh?” Daryan ponders this for a while, rubbing small circles over Machi’s back. “I think I might know a way to come by that.”

( 43 comments — Leave a comment )
Ken [not quite a real boy]: yay pornmereprototype on May 12th, 2008 06:37 am (UTC)
There is not enough well-written shota in the world. I thank you for sharing this with all of us perverts. Deliciously hot. I adored how you wrote Daryan, the line “He got herpes from a ladyboy in Thailand” cracked me up, and the references at the end to both Lolita and the cocoon smuggling plot fit perfectly.
I Was Zero: secret smilealienchrist on May 12th, 2008 06:56 am (UTC)
Thanks for taking the time to read. I struggled a lot with whether or not I should edit and post this, but I decided since I worked so hard on it needed to be shared with the world, moral ambiguity be damned.

Honestly, writing Daryan and Klavier was probably one of my favorite parts of this fic, aside from the more psychological aspects of the characters. I hoped the bit about Lolita could refer to the theme of the story (and their future) without seeming too terribly meta about it.
Ken [not quite a real boy]: Achtung baby!mereprototype on May 12th, 2008 07:06 am (UTC)
The thematic reference didn't miss me, and it reminds me that I really need to read Lolita at some point in the near future.
I Was Zero: rockstar prosecutoralienchrist on May 12th, 2008 07:21 am (UTC)
I haven't actually read it either, but I just finished Reading Lolita in Tehran which made me actually interested in reading it.
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I Was Zero: distressalienchrist on May 12th, 2008 05:30 pm (UTC)
Secret? I don't either. I actually disliked Daryan, especially for what he did to Machi in game (I have a soft spot for him). However, I became inspired to write this -- and began to understand his voice, even if I still feel no more sympathetic towards him. It's very different from how I typically write but it really couldn't be any other way. In the end, I felt I understood their dynamic very well, and I liked the result enough to un-anon myself.

Thank you for taking the time to read.
Cryssi: AA: Edgeypooharmonies on May 12th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)
I originally read this because Daryan does not get enough love, and though I feel kind of guilty for reading it... It was wonderfully written. ♥
I Was Zero: lay one on mealienchrist on May 12th, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
He really doesn't! The fact that fic for either of these characters was one of the things that drove me to write it, and un-anon myself to post it. I wasn't fond of Daryan at all when I played the game, but after writing this I feel I understand him more.

Thanks for taking the time to read, dear!
Cryssiharmonies on May 12th, 2008 05:56 pm (UTC)
♥ anytime~ I adore your writing.
I Was Zero: umbrellaalienchrist on May 12th, 2008 06:36 pm (UTC)
Aw, thanks hon. ♥
Froggyfroggie on May 12th, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC)
I usually don't like shota at all, but I really, really love this fic. You've converted me, in this case. I love your characterization
I Was Zero: genius at workalienchrist on May 12th, 2008 06:27 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like it! I became worried people would think I'm a degenerate. Despite the story being 95% smut, my favorite part was expressing the character dynamics. Daryan's clipped, self-centered, always-in-the-moment voice was a lot of fun to write as well.

Shota is sort of a double-edged sword for me. I think shota can be written well (I was proud enough of this to post it despite worrying what people would think of me), but it's impossible for me as a writer to imply such relationships could be happy or healthy. Daryan fetishizes Machi's innocence while at the same time actively destroying it -- further, he tends to ignore or resent the aspect of Machi's personality that don't fit his perception of him. In short, the reason this 'works' for me personally is the reason shota is generally so reprehensible. Machi's objectified, and in the hands of some authors he would only be the blushing, perfect sylph that Daryan wants him to be. IE, the author could betray Machi as a person just as Daryan did by erasing his identity and reducing him to a sexual object. I hoped to write a different sort of story than that.

LOL sorry, that was really tl;dr.
SUGGESTIONS? THOUGHTS? YOUR MOTHER? (Biz.): The world is stoically butt-fucking me.officialbizness on May 12th, 2008 05:50 pm (UTC)
I hate hate hate shouta, but I loved loved loved this fic.

damn it my poor morals stop trying to twist them >:(
I Was Zero: i wear my sunglasses at nightalienchrist on May 12th, 2008 06:30 pm (UTC)
I'm not trying to twist anyone's morals! <3; To be perfectly honest, I'm on Klavier's side about the whole thing. The narration is very biased to Daryan's POV, but I don't necessarily agree with him or what he does.

(For further tl;dr about shota see my comment above).
SUGGESTIONS? THOUGHTS? YOUR MOTHER? (Biz.)officialbizness on May 12th, 2008 07:03 pm (UTC)

This must have been a really neat writing exercise for you considering how Daryan seemed so... chill about it.
I Was Zero: LESS TALK MORE WRITE PLSalienchrist on May 12th, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)
I have to say I really enjoyed it. He struck me as the type of person who really doesn't have any filter between his desires and his actions, and further, he thinks he's smart enough to get away with everything with no consequence to himself (and obviously ultimately fails). Basically, he lacks the conscience that might tell him 14 year olds = NO, smuggling = NO, killing = NO.
i got 99 problems but a fish ain't one: NINE THOUSAAANDsomeidiot on June 25th, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
Your icon.

Is Captain Hook buttsexin Agent K?
SUGGESTIONS? THOUGHTS? YOUR MOTHER? (Biz.)officialbizness on June 25th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)
They are characters from an anime about making bread! ... that I have forgotten the title of!
i got 99 problems but a fish ain't onesomeidiot on June 26th, 2008 02:38 am (UTC)
:O Yakitate!! Japan?
M: Machi Tobaye from Apollo Justice: Ace Atsnowym on May 12th, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC)
I looooooove Machi, so thank you so much for writing this fic XD. I don't think I've seen any fics with Machi as a main character in it before, either.

I like your whole idea that him and Daryan's relationship was what started the whole illegal importing thing, too XD. IT MAKES SENSE!

Thank you for posting ^_^! It helped make my stressful day <3. *hugs Machi*
I Was Zero: secret smilealienchrist on May 13th, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
I'm very glad you enjoyed it!

So far as I know, the only other Machi fic that exists there is another one on the meme that's currently being worked on and I swear I'm not writing it ohohoho and a very delicious but short one with Klavier / Machi.

I'm a very pro-active fan writer. When I truly want to see something, I do it myself!

There was never a good explanation for the smuggling plot at all. Stuff like that bothers me, so I wrote it!

Edited at 2008-05-13 05:40 am (UTC)
The Shape of Rage: edgey-pooextremis on May 12th, 2008 09:43 pm (UTC)
And see, you were worried. I told you that you were made of awesomesauce! :D
I Was Zero: lay one on mealienchrist on May 13th, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
And it's all because of you, J. I wouldn't be in the fandom if it weren't for you. <33333
The Shape of Rage: Ebichu Diaryextremis on May 13th, 2008 12:57 pm (UTC)
Oh you. I was just one of many who poked you into playing the games. :D
it feels like the dawn of the dead.jading on May 12th, 2008 09:58 pm (UTC)
Shota isn't my thing, but this is just great. It's beautifully written, so I could totally picture it.

I never read, or even seen, a fanfic with Daryan. If anyone it's Klavier and Apollo. I like that Daryan gets some love
I Was Zero: umbrellaalienchrist on May 13th, 2008 05:38 am (UTC)
One of the reasons I took on the prompt was because of the utter lack of Machi and Daryan. And I don't even like Daryan. P/E is love, but it was really, really refreshing to write something unusual like this.
The Amazing Rabbit<3: ☆YamaPi☆ Bangin'ikyuu on May 13th, 2008 03:06 am (UTC)
This is the FIRST fic I've ever read with Machi in it.

♥ I loved it!
I Was Zero: defiancealienchrist on May 13th, 2008 05:43 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it! It's one out of 3 I'm aware of existing.
Dai (Sarah): [PW] Machi Tobaye (Maki)pro_digious on May 13th, 2008 04:14 am (UTC)
There TOTALLY needs to be more Machi fics. I have such a soft spot for him. (My friend who let me borrowed AJ knew that I would fall for him, since I'm such a shota fangirl. I told her that I wanted to lock Machi in my closet and never let him go and she goes: "You would.")

This was fantastic. And hot. And, gah, Machi. Machi you pretty little boy you. ...Kinda makes me feel sorry for Daryan, actually, which is surprising. Even if he was in lust with Machi, it seems maybe he had some feelings for him as well, and he was willing to risk his position as a detective in order to help him get the money (of course, there was always money in it for HIM as well... not to mention some more hot Machi ass. Lawl.)

--ADDED-- Just read your little "tl;dr" comment about shota up there. I can't see Machi as truly being innocent, so I think how you wrote him is better than how many people would probably write him: as you said, the blushing little shotaboy; a sexual object. He's more realistic this way. Also, he initiated the sexual contact first. Since he's not actually blind, he knew damn well what he was touching on Daryan. In fact, it could be said that Daryan was the one that was being manipulated by Machi. ...Huh, now THAT would be an interesting story. Machi being the brains behind it all, and Daryan doing everything Machi says simply because he's in love-lust with him. *ponders*

ACK. I ramble. I apologize. Again, this was wonderfully written and I'm so glad someone has finally put Machi in a fic! <333
I Was Zero: distressalienchrist on May 13th, 2008 06:27 am (UTC)
I don't think Machi is completely innocent, but I do believe that he has a quality of innocence, or Daryan perceives it in him. I guess what I'm trying to get at is whatever innocent ideal he has of Machi is undoubtedly shattered by having a sexual relationship with him. Obviously he can't be pure, and perhaps he wasn't before. I envision that as he actually got to know Machi, his care for him degraded because he didn't seem like such a pretty, angelic thing any longer.

I think in a lot of ways Machi does pull Daryan, and that's one of the points. He seems very aware of his effect on Daryan at several points in the story. I do think he's more intelligent than Daryan in that he definitely thinks things through more and may have had some 'plan' for them, hence the manipulation. My personal vision is that he's got his own powerful issues and got off the fact he could make Daryan act that way. However, he is still in a more childish mindset, while Daryan is -- or ought to be -- in an adult one. Someone that young who seeks out sexual attention from older people tends to be attempting to feel a void of affection and attention in their life. This would fit with Machi being an orphan. Daryan, on the other hand, likes feeling able to dominate someone. His ex was domineering and cruel and he's basically Klavier's bitch, so he seeks out someone who is in no way his equal to lord over. The irony is that Machi is still able to manipulate his feelings.

Consider that their relationships are not the least bit equal. Daryan is someone powerful comparative to Machi -- he is an adult, he is held in high esteem by Lamiroir (being Klavier's bandmate). He's a foreigner who possibly has the power to change Machi's situation. Machi is still childish, speaks little English, and when he's abandoned by Daryan after their plan goes to shit, he's basically helpless. Even considering the fact that Machi's actions were seductive, Daryan still had the power over the situation, as the adult. He had the power to refuse Machi and should have been able to step outside himself enough to realize this could be nothing but fucked up. For whatever reason, Machi crossed a line -- but as an adult, Daryan owed it to him to preserve those boundaries. No matter what his capability to do adult things was, Machi was still the child and Daryan was still the adult. Thus, I feel Machi was victimized somewhat. Daryan did not make safe decisions for him, and he apparently was in no state to make safe decisions for himself.

The story is extremely biased towards Daryan's view and voice, and this is intentional, and meant to provoke some sympathy. This is because I'm intending to do Machi better justice in something else I'm working on, and if he'll open up to me a little more, get his side of things.

While Daryan cares a little bit for Machi, and tries to rectify assuage his own conscience by helping him get money (while endangering them both), he also effectively ends up stranding him in his own poor decisions. While Machi being the mastermind is an interesting idea, I think in the end he wouldn't have planned something so risky for himself. Instead, he believed Daryan who convinced him it would work -- and believed Daryan would protect him if things went wrong. At least, that's my interpretation of the events.

However, the situation with them being sexual is still ambiguous enough that Klavier lets it go. Even though he personally sees it as wrong and abusive, he seems to understand that Daryan's personality is not truly manipulative and abusive (a la Kristoph or Gant), just extremely shortsighted and selfish. This is why in the end he believes just telling Daryan not to do it will help.

I'm honestly happy that people read it differently, though, because I intended it to be thought provoking as much as it was sexy. I understand not everyone will share my opinion about their dynamic -- what fun would that be?
Dai (Sarah): [PW] Ron DeLite (headtilt)pro_digious on May 14th, 2008 08:23 pm (UTC)
That's very true. No matter how intelligent Machi is, the fact is he's still fourteen, and his thought process is still that of a teenager. I always tend to lose sight of this when reading fanfic, as the writer is free to make the character act however they want, regardless of how the character would act in reality. I'm aware that in reality any sexual relationship with a minor, such as Daryan and Machi's, will without a doubt be victimizing the minor (with exception of a case of the minor raping the adult somehow, which I doubt is very common and in which case the kid must be pretty screwed up in the mind department already), but oftentimes fanfic and other fictional works leave this part out. Guiltily, I must admit that I'm happy it's usually that way, since I prefer my shota light and fluffy as opposed to angsty. However, once in a while it is VERY refreshing to see something more realistic like what you've written. And, obviously, when it comes to Daryan and Machi, there's not really a happy ending; anything light and fluffy with these two would just be way too far-fetched.

On another note... Man, I bet Klavier was kicking himself for letting Daryan off the hook so easily by the time the trial rolled around.
I Was Zero: i wear my sunglasses at nightalienchrist on May 15th, 2008 09:39 am (UTC)
Since before I got sucked into PW I was rarely 'present' in fandom, I forget that the expectation is different in than what I have for myself, personally, as a writer. I didn't mean to go off on you and I worried that I might have come off as too harsh. Since I made this very deliberately not noncon or dubcon, because it's what the anon asked for and the moral ambiguity fits with Daryan's voice, I might've expected that people more accustomed to other shota works would see it differently than I intended. I felt a little defensive because my opinion is opposite to Daryan's. I've now become more adjusted to the idea. There's an inherent trust in the narrator, but I consider Daryan to be an unreliable source, due to what we know to be his fated behaviors.

I always wondered at how Klavier could go from trusting Daryan implicitly to turning around and prosecuting him. In my mind, everything just clicked that he was totally wrong about this guy. Klavier just puts his faith in the wrong people, poor guy.
Dai (Sarah): [AJ] KlavPolly (Hands)pro_digious on May 15th, 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
I think it's good to meet your own expectations, rather than worrying about other peoples. Aw, I didn't take anything personally, and I don't think you were too harsh. I was actually really surprised to find that the response I got was so long, but also happy to read it. Intellectual conversation is good. :D

Ugh, I know, poor Klavier. I... cannot imagine what it was like for him in the fourth case. I would have been devastated, were I in his place.
I Was Zero: distressalienchrist on May 15th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC)
There's nothing I like better to hear than the sound of my own keys clacking. So I'm glad you enjoyed me going off on a tangent. XD;

Yeah, Klavier's life sort of falls apart, but he takes it like a champ it seems? I actually ship him with Machi very strongly because I feel like they would bond over their hardships / trusting the wrong penis-haired guitarist.
Dai (Sarah): [PW] Ron Delite (sad)pro_digious on May 15th, 2008 07:05 pm (UTC)
XD No problem. I've been known to ramble, as well. Especially when it's something I feel strongly about.

D'aww. I adore Klavier/Machi, too. I wish there were more fics for them.

--Added-- Gah, I just can't get over how well you write the characters. I haven't written anything for this fandom yet... though I did start a request in the PW timeline that I've yet to finish. It's Ron and Matt. I should not have tried writing something with Matt for my first PW fic. He's a crazy mofo and kinda complicated to write. x_x;

Edited at 2008-05-15 07:11 pm (UTC)
I Was Zero: rockstar prosecutoralienchrist on May 16th, 2008 02:21 am (UTC)
I do too. I'm working on one for them as we speak, and there's a really great one that was written to per my request at ic_igiari.

Keep at it! I'm sure whoever requested it will appreciate your effort. Like I said, I've rarely been 'present' in fandom. I tend to leave things I do write incomplete, and write original stuff for the most part (which there's nothing wrong with, of course). However, the unending support and inspiration for PW has really unleashed something in me, I hope to see many more people get into it.
Lilsarahofcroydon on May 13th, 2008 06:45 am (UTC)
I was really taken aback when I read this fic on the meme... it was really, really powerful. And like many of the others here, I have no interest in shota, nor Machi as a character but I was drawn into this story because of the characterisations (and reading the comments above, I'm just loving how much thought you put into them!)

Any story that takes existing characters and makes them deeper is terribly interesting to me, and I wish there were more stories that were as carefully thought out and riveting. :) I noticed that you also wrote the F-to-M Miles one, and that, too was wonderful, and very moving.

I love your stuff. :D As a selfish fan with a one-track mind, I would pay in first borns and all that internet jazz to see what kind of complex take you'd make of a romantic relationship between Apollo and Klavier, but as it is, this has satisfied me and got me thinking on all four of them- Daryan, Machi, Klavier & Lamiroir- for a long time. :)
I Was Zero: secret smilealienchrist on May 13th, 2008 07:19 am (UTC)
I'm very flattered that my fic has drawn so much attention to the pairing -- especially since I'm not very fond of Daryan as a person, and as may have been illustrated by my tealdeering, actually feel like his actions in this story were reprehensible (though undeniably sexytiems).

I'm the type of person who thinks everything out carefully. It's sometimes a bit exhausting. Every time I take on a prompt, I end up writing something that's really long. I'm very touched you enjoyed my Miles is FtM fic, I was very proud of the result of that as well. I feel this fandom has truly blessed me with how much it's inspired me. I haven't written this much -- well, ever, really, except every year for NaNoWriMo.

I'm beginning to think a K/A fic is inevitable to me. I simply don't have the time right now -- I'm working on a Klavier / Machi fic as we speak that's basically a sequel to this one that has the potential to be very long, and originally writing this caused me to table a P/E fic I was working on that was equally intense.

I don't actually ship K/A at all -- and I didn't see it when I played the games. I like them both better with other people, almost anyone else, immensely. However, the kink meme has made me understand them more. I think given the right inspiration, I could bring interest to them.
shinobu_k: tokoroshinobu_k on May 13th, 2008 11:20 am (UTC)
OMFG *_* That's totally awesome!! When I was playing that case I was like; *~~~~* MACHIIII <33333 and when I saw his BEAUTIFUL eyes I couldn't love him more ^^ Daryan... I'm not a big fan or anything but I like his personality (even if I knew he was the bad guy the moment I saw him XD)
And then I was so freakin' happy because they're a good GOOD couple (no matter if Machi is still young or so I said because I love -in a romantic way oc ^^u- WP/Cody ^^uuu -DON'T KICK ME T_T Cody seems so in-platonic-love with his hero~~~ awwwww cute young boys *_*-) and you've reflected perfectly all the feelings I see between them ^_* Now I wanna write one about their relatioship after the case **
I Was Zeroalienchrist on May 14th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!
generalkirby on May 13th, 2008 05:34 pm (UTC)
I find this pairing kind of repulsing, but I couldn't help but be pulled into this fic. It charming and powerful and disgusting at the same time, and I love it.
I Was Zero: defiancealienchrist on May 13th, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
I think you have probably understood my intentions with this story more than a lot of people who've read it. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.
Tropey: ;;spicebean on May 15th, 2008 02:48 am (UTC)
W-wow, it took me like a full 24 hours to comment here (I...I felt so ashamed). Serious, shotacon definitely isn't my thing, but I read this thing thoroughly. It was absolutely amazing and brilliant, I highly enjoyed the way you portrayed the situations, and you captured Daryan's jerkiness quite well (I don't even like the guy.) Amazing...! And brave, homg! XD
I Was Zero: secret smilealienchrist on May 15th, 2008 09:42 am (UTC)
I took over a week after I wrote this on the meme to edit it and get the courage up to post it, so I get the shame. >>;

I don't like Daryan either. It was a lot of fun to write someone I disagreed with completely.

Thank you for taking the time to read, it's encouragement like this that assures me I've done the right thing, and will continue to share.
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