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читать фикDir en grey - Kiyoharu/Kyo - Merry Christmas, Kyo 1/1
Title: Merry Christmas, Kyo
Author: [info]sadie_k_adder or Shuichi
Genre: Smut/Humor
Pairings: Kiyoharu/Kyo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Crossover. Kyo wants one thing for Christmas and gets something completely different.
Notes: N/A
Merry Christmas, Kyo
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Kyo stepped away from the microphone and breathed a swear word. Die hit the wrong chord on his guitar and frustratedly ran a hand through his spiky hair. Toshiya looked sweetly at their leader and Shinya did nothing. Kaoru was looking at Kyo as though the smaller man were a lost orphan. "Kyo-kun..."
"Nani?" Kyo said harshly, not really in the mood for a lecture.
Kaoru sighed. "Well, it's just that...what happened? You used to sing with such fervor and emotion! You seem to have lost it."
Kyo glared at him. "So what?" But Kaoru's gaze pierced him. He rolled his eyes. "Look...I just don't have any inspiration, okay?"
Kaoru eyed him for a minute or so and then set his guitar down. "Alright, let's take a break. In fact, since it's Christmas Eve let's go ahead and take the rest of the day off."
"YES!" Die exclaimed, dropping his guitar on its stand.
Toshiya clapped and wrapped his arms around Kaoru, trapping his bass in between them. "Thank you, Kao-chan! Now I can prepare for your Christmas Eve surprise," he purred before kissing the other man.
Die pulled Shinya away from his drumset. "Come on, Shin-chan, we have to go shopping so we can make a good Christmas dinner!"
Shinya smiled at Die's eagerness and allowed himself to be dragged from the room. Kyo watched his bandmates enviously. It had been interesting enough when Kaoru and Toshiya had started fondling out of the sight of fans and soon revealed they were lovers, but when Die and Shinya had gotten together Kyo found that half of the time he went into to work he felt awkward and out of place. Perhaps that was where his inspiration had gone. He didn't know.
"Kyo?" Toshiya's voice broke into his thoughts. "Kyo, are you okay?"
Kyo looked up. "Yeah, yeah. Just thinking."
Toshiya kissed Kaoru once more. "Why don't you go ahead. I'll pack our instruments and meet you at the car, okay?"
"Actually," Kaoru answered, "I really have to pee so I'll do that and then come back here and help you pack."
That seemed fine for Toshiya so Kaoru left. The pretty bassist sauntered over to Kyo who was pretending to be very interested in the morning paper.
"Can you read upside down, Kyo?" Toshiya queried, his voice close to Kyo's ear.
"Of course not," Kyo said absent-mindedly.
"Then why are you holding the newspaper upside down?" Toshiya asked coyly.
Kyo looked at the newspaper and sighed, setting it down. "Okay, what do you fucking want, Toshiya?"
Toshiya's fingers walked across Kyo's shoulders and trailed down his chest as he stopped in front of the vocalist. He put his arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. "Kyo, if you're lonely I'm sure Kaoru would be okay with a threesome for one night. For a Christmas present, ne?"
Kyo's eyes widened and he pushed Toshiya away. "Of course not!" He gasped. "I have never had sex with a man and I don't plan to start by having a threesome with two!"
Toshiya looked slightly disappointed. "Oh. Well...what do you want for Christmas then?"
Kyo sighed. "My inspiration back."
Toshiya nodded. "I see. So...what inspires you?"
Kyo shrugged, looking down at his feet stupidly. Toshiya tried another approach. "Okay, who inspires you? There has to be somebody you look up to, your ultimate role model..."
"Well..."
Now Kyo had Toshiya's full attention. "Yes? Yes?" The bassist prodded, boring holes into Kyo with his big, brown eyes.
He bit his lip. "Well, I've always strived hard to be like...someone. As a musician, with my style of singing, even my fashion sense and some poses...and my poems..."
"WHO?!" Toshiya shrieked with anticipation.
"Kiyoharu," Kyo said in a small voice.
Toshiya's eyes somehow windened more. "Kiyoharu? You mean that singer from Kuroyume you used to go on and on about? The SADS guy?"
"Yes!" Kyo exclaimed.
Toshiya shrugged, but a tiny smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Oh."
"Oh what?" Kyo pressed.
The smirk turned into a full-blown smile and the taller man giggled. "How cute!"
Kyo's mouth dropped. "I don't have a crush on him or anything! Gees, Toshiya!"
And with that he stomped from the room, upset and embarrassed.
Toshiya just tapped his chin in thought. He was getting an idea...
And that probably wasn't a good thing.
* * * * *
Kyo returned home earlier than planned that night. His idea of drowning his sorrows by finding a date at a random bar had failed miserably. He trod slowly into his apartment and turned on the lights. He made a quick dinner of ramen and then sat in front of his television, curling up to sleep fifteen minutes into the Japanese dubbed version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He was fully intent on sleeping right through Christmas. After all, who wants to spend Christmas alone?
He awoke from a chill. He had gone to sleep without a blanket on and there was a nasty breeze filtering through the apartment. He sat up and looked to the sorce of the wind. He gasped. A window was open! Snow was already piling up beside it. He got off of the couch, turning the T.V. off, and trudged over to the window, slamming it shut with a loathing look at the Christmas snow outside. He grabbed his watch off of the coffee table and grimaced. It was five minutes into Christmas.
He collapsed back on the couch, intent upon falling straight back to sleep, but a sudden noise from the connecting dining area chased all thoughts of rest from his mind. He was wide-awake and alert. Was someone in his apaato? He sat on the couch in silence, his heart pounding ferociously against his chest. There! He heard it again! It sounded like paper moving. Maybe even wrapping paper. He got up and slowly crept into the joint room. He could see the creepy outline of the Christmas tree Toshiya had practically made him put up. It was moving slightly, side to side as though being lightly shaken. He shivered. Shit! He hadn't wanted that damn thing anyway and now... He screwed up his courage, grabbed a nearby umbrella, and flung on the lights, holding the "weapon" at the ready.
He wasn't sure what he was going to see, but he never in a million...
...billion...
...trillion...
...zillion years expected to see what he did.
Kiyoharu sat under his tree, gagged, bound, and with a big red bow wrapped around his chest.
The umbrella fell with a clatter to the floor. Kyo was distantly aware that his mouth was open, but he didn't have the brains to tell himself to shut it at the moment. He only looked at Kiyoharu, completely dumbstruck. The man beneath the tree wriggled uncomfortably and Kyo came to his senses, realizing he probably wanted free.
He darted over to the tree, tripping on the umbrella in his haste. He half-crawled over to Kiyoharu and pulled the gag off with shaking hands. "K-Kiyoharu-sama!" He gasped. "I'm so sorry!"
Kiyoharu nodded. "Great, can you get me something to drink? My mouth is dry."
Kyo nodded vigorously and stumbled into the kitchen, filling a glass of water. He nearly spilled it on his way back to Kiyoharu, sloshing some onto the carpet as he plopped down ungracefully in front of the other man. Since Kiyoharu's hands were still bound, Kyo held the glass to his lips and he drank greedily, draining the cup. Kyo set it down and proceeded in staring at Kiyoharu. A few moments, silence, and then--
"You're not going to untie me?"
Kyo blinked and nodded adamently. "Oh, of course, Kiyoharu-sama."
He gingerly untied Kiyoharu, promptly sitting back on his knees when he was finished. Kiyoharu stretched his legs out in front of him and rubbed his swollen wrists. "Man...what the hell is going on?"
Kyo shook his head with enough force to knock something inside it loose. "I have no idea, Kiyoharu-sama! I didn't put you under my tree!" He reflected curiously on who did and how the hell they did it.
Kiyoharu made a "hm" sound and pulled off his Converse All-Stars. They were identical to the ones Kyo had been wearing earlier. Kyo noticed this, of course, and blurted, "I have shoes just like those." Kiyoharu raised an eyebrow and Kyo sheepishly tacked a "Kiyoharu-sama" on the end of his sentence.
Kiyoharu smiled slightly. "Hey, do you have any cigarettes? I could really use a good smoke right now."
Kyo got up so quickly he feared for a moment that he might have snapped something in one of his legs. He darted into the living room and found his cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table. He scurried back in and handed Kiyoharu a cigarette, shakily lighting it for him. The next few minutes ticked by slowly as Kiyoharu leaned against the tree and smoked silently while Kyo sat there and stared at him, eyes wide. Finally Kiyoharu finished the cigarette and snubbed it in an ashtray on a nearby nightstand. He looked at Kyo. "Uh...hello?"
Kyo continued to stare so he leaned forward and snapped his fingers in the smaller man's face. Kyo seemed to wake from a trance. "Yes, Kiyoharu-sama?" He asked breathlessly.
Kiyoharu hid a smile. This boy was absolutely adorable. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Kyo, Kiyoharu-sama."
Kiyoharu chuckled. "You know, you don't have to say my name after everything. And you can just call me Kiyoharu."
Kyo's eyes grew rounder. "A-are you sure, Kiyoharu-sam--I mean, Kiyoha--I mean...are you sure?"
Kiyoharu nodded. "Sure. Kyo. Kyo...I have heard that name before. You're a singer, ne?"
Kyo nodded vehemently. "Yes, for the band, Dir en grey."
Comprehension dawned on Kiyoharu and he nodded. "Ah, of course. You guys make some great music. You're an especially good singer."
He was amused at the deep blush that dusted Kyo's cheeks as the younger man bent his head in a bow and mumbled numerous thanks.
They continued to sit there, talking. Kiyoharu found that the more he talked the more open Kyo became with him. Soon they were swapping stories, telling jokes, and discussing deep issues like their poetry. Kyo practically worshipped the ground Kiyoharu walked on, this was plain to see. Kiyoharu wasn't quite sure what to think of it yet, so he just continued talking with the younger man, finding his every movement incredibly kawaii. It's been awhile since I've been with a man. I wonder... He smiled as Kyo finished reciting one of his own works of poetry. "Wonderful! You're quite the poet, Kyo," he praised.
Kyo blushed for what seemed the fiftieth time that night. "Thank you so much, Kiyoharu," he said embarrassedly, looking down.
Kiyoharu scooted closer to him. "Tell me, Kyo, do you find me attractive?" He asked coyly.
Kyo looked up to find the older man right in front of him, close enough he could see how big his nose really was. "Nn?" He queried, unsure if he heard the question right.
"You think I am sexy, ne?"
Kyo's cheeks reddened and he nodded. Kiyoharu came closer. He brought a hand up and moved some of Kyo's hair from his face. "How sexy?"
Kyo was at a loss for words. "I-I don't know," he answered dumbly.
Kiyoharu's fingertips brushed lightly against his cheek and he shivered in spite of himself. "Maybe one kiss will tell," he said, his voice smooth and deep.
Kyo's face was turning redder than Die's hair. "Eh?"
Kiyoharu cupped Kyo's face in one of his hands and swiftly leaned in to kiss him. He sucked on the smaller man's lips in a slow and sensual way, enjoying the taste of cigarettes on them. After a few seconds he nudged his tongue between Kyo's lips and the other man opened them. Kiyoharu explored his mouth, delving as deeply as he could, enjoying Kyo's tongue fighting with his own. He licked erotically at the top of Kyo's mouth and felt the other man shudder against him. Heat was radiating from him and Kiyoharu was actually surprised when he felt a hand on his lower back, trailing down to his butt. The hand that was cupping Kyo's face fell to the nape of his neck while the other one snaked up his shirt. Kyo had some nice abs.
In a few minutes they had to break for air, but before Kyo had the chance to say something Kiyoharu was attacking his neck, nibbling at each and every spot. Kyo leaned his head back and sighed contentedly, gripping Kiyoharu's moppy hair. "Kiyoharu-sama..." he murmured.
Kiyoharu stopped necking him so he could look at him. "Kiyoharu, Kyo. None of that 'sama' shit."
Kyo nodded, gazing at Kiyoharu hungrily. "Right, of course, Kiyoharu."
Kiyoharu pulled Kyo onto his lap, kissing him roughly. "That's better," he breathed when he broke the kiss.
Kyo stared at him for just a moment and then threw his arms around his neck, attacking his lips. Kiyoharu had never been kissed so fiercely before, but then again he'd mostly been with women and only a couple of men. And Kyo seemed very much unlike the other men he dated. He seemed like more of a...well, more of a man. And men could be dangerous kissers.
Kyo's tongue was lapping at every crevice inside his mouth, erotically dancing with his own tongue. He bit Kiyoharu's bottom lip in his frenzy of kissing and both drank in the metallic taste. Kyo's hands were madly attacking Kiyoharu's chest as well, thumbs brushing over his nipples and sending chills up his spine. The older man was very quickly growing hard, so he pushed his weight against Kyo, knocking them onto the ground. He was now on top of Kyo and proceeded in kissing his neck, struggling to pull his shirt off as he did. He teased each of his nipples, enjoying the soft moans that Kyo let out as he did. He was growing impatient and began tugging at Kyo's pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down roughly. "K-Kiyoharu!" Kyo gasped as the material brushed his erection.
Kiyoharu took in Kyo with his eyes. "Kyo...I'm pleasantly surprised. For a man small in stature you sure have some large endowments."
Kyo blushed and played with Kiyoharu's fingers. "Kiyoharu, can-can you--ah!"
Kiyoharu pulled his hand away from Kyo and brushed his digits over the smaller man's member. He put his thumb on the tip and just barely touched it as he spread the pre-cum around. Kyo made whimpering sounds and clutched at the carpet. "Kiyoharu...please..."
Kiyoharu found that it pained him to see Kyo in such torment so he took the little vocalist's cock into his mouth, bringing it halfway down his throat. Kyo cried out and threaded his fingers into Kiyoharu's hair. "Ah, Kiyoharu!" He exclaimed as Kiyoharu began working him over.
He thrust into the older man's mouth, his cries growing louder and more erotic. Kiyoharu slid his tongue deftly over Kyo's member, hoping his skillful movements would cause him to come soon. All of Kyo's panting, screaming, and sensual thrusting was making him exceptionally horny.
Finally Kyo came, crying out Kiyoharu's name. He went limp, seeing stars. The first thing he knew upon coming back to his senses was Kiyoharu's mouth against his, tasting himself in that hot mouth. Kiyoharu pulled away and gently caressed Kyo's cheek. "Was that good?"
Kyo nodded, looking at Kiyoharu as though dazed. "Kiyoharu? Can...would you--would you take me?"
Kiyoharu eyed him curiously, but decided not to question as his hard-on was becoming unbearable. "It would be my pleasure," he said truthfully, kissing Kyo once more.
He carefully spread Kyo's legs and slowly slid his finger inside his entrance, probing. Kyo's eyes shut and his fingers found solace once more in the older man's hair. A second finger made its way through and briefly a third. Kiyoharu pulled all three out and positioned himself. "Have you ever been uke?" He asked suddenly, aware that Kyo seemed like the seme type.
"I've never had sex with a man before," Kyo replied nervously.
Kiyoharu forced his eyes to not widen. The last thing he wanted was to scare Kyo into changing his mind. He kissed the other man on the forehead. "This is going to hurt."
Before Kyo could question he slowly entered him. The younger man dug his fingernails into Kiyoharu's back. "Oh! Kiyoharu!" He cried, tears dripping from his eyes. "Fuck, it hurts! Please, no more!" He sobbed unwillingly unto Kiyoharu's neck.
Kiyoharu embraced Kyo, holding him as tightly as he could. "Shhh, it's okay."
He pulled out of Kyo and carefully slid back in. Kyo's crying didn't cease, but his opening was so tight that the pleasure Kiyoharu felt was enormous. He felt almost delirious from it. He pulled out...and back in. Out, in, out, in... Suddenly he noticed that Kyo was moving with him. He stopped thrusting and looked at Kyo, whose eyes opened in puzzlement and frustration. "Why did you stop? I was starting to enjoy it!"
Kiyoharu chuckled and pulled out almost all the way, slamming into Kyo with such force that the smaller man cried louder than he'd ever done on stage. Kiyoharu repeated this once more, this time finding Kyo's prostrate. The uke gave a drawn-out moan, tightening his hold on Kiyoharu. "Oh my god..." he whispered.
Kiyoharu slid his hand between their sweat-laden bodies and found Kyo's penis, pumping it in time with his thrusts, which were coming faster and faster with every passing second. He knew Kyo wouldn't be able to hold out much longer with the duel sensations and, sure enough, he felt semen slick his belly as Kyo let out an ear-splitting, "Kiyoharu!"
Kiyoharu found his cry so erotic that he, too, came, crying out Kyo's name.
For a few minutes the two didn't move, just breathing harshly from the experience. Finally Kiyoharu extracted himself from Kyo and pulled the younger man against his chest. "Mmmm...I have no idea why your blue-haired bandmate kidnapped me, but I'm glad he did," he said softly.
Kyo rested his chin on Kiyoharu's chest so he could look up at the man he admired so much. "Toshiya did this?" He blinked unbelieving.
"Yep," Kiyoharu said, assuming that was the man he was talking about. "Aren't you glad?"
He leaned his head in and licked Kyo's lips. Kyo blushed. "I-I am. Um...is this...is this all for us?" He asked timidly.
Kiyoharu thought for a moment before tightening his grip on the small vocalist. "God, I hope not."
In mere seconds he could tell Kyo had fallen asleep. He chuckled and pulled the smaller man closer. "Sweet dreams, Kyo, and merry Christmas."
As the Christmas dawn approached, sunlight filtered in to fall on two men, wrapped in each other's arms, asleep beneath the Christmas tree.
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читать фикDir en grey - Kiyoharu/Kyo - Merry Christmas, Kyo 1/1
Title: Merry Christmas, Kyo
Author: [info]sadie_k_adder or Shuichi
Genre: Smut/Humor
Pairings: Kiyoharu/Kyo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Crossover. Kyo wants one thing for Christmas and gets something completely different.
Notes: N/A
Merry Christmas, Kyo
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Kyo stepped away from the microphone and breathed a swear word. Die hit the wrong chord on his guitar and frustratedly ran a hand through his spiky hair. Toshiya looked sweetly at their leader and Shinya did nothing. Kaoru was looking at Kyo as though the smaller man were a lost orphan. "Kyo-kun..."
"Nani?" Kyo said harshly, not really in the mood for a lecture.
Kaoru sighed. "Well, it's just that...what happened? You used to sing with such fervor and emotion! You seem to have lost it."
Kyo glared at him. "So what?" But Kaoru's gaze pierced him. He rolled his eyes. "Look...I just don't have any inspiration, okay?"
Kaoru eyed him for a minute or so and then set his guitar down. "Alright, let's take a break. In fact, since it's Christmas Eve let's go ahead and take the rest of the day off."
"YES!" Die exclaimed, dropping his guitar on its stand.
Toshiya clapped and wrapped his arms around Kaoru, trapping his bass in between them. "Thank you, Kao-chan! Now I can prepare for your Christmas Eve surprise," he purred before kissing the other man.
Die pulled Shinya away from his drumset. "Come on, Shin-chan, we have to go shopping so we can make a good Christmas dinner!"
Shinya smiled at Die's eagerness and allowed himself to be dragged from the room. Kyo watched his bandmates enviously. It had been interesting enough when Kaoru and Toshiya had started fondling out of the sight of fans and soon revealed they were lovers, but when Die and Shinya had gotten together Kyo found that half of the time he went into to work he felt awkward and out of place. Perhaps that was where his inspiration had gone. He didn't know.
"Kyo?" Toshiya's voice broke into his thoughts. "Kyo, are you okay?"
Kyo looked up. "Yeah, yeah. Just thinking."
Toshiya kissed Kaoru once more. "Why don't you go ahead. I'll pack our instruments and meet you at the car, okay?"
"Actually," Kaoru answered, "I really have to pee so I'll do that and then come back here and help you pack."
That seemed fine for Toshiya so Kaoru left. The pretty bassist sauntered over to Kyo who was pretending to be very interested in the morning paper.
"Can you read upside down, Kyo?" Toshiya queried, his voice close to Kyo's ear.
"Of course not," Kyo said absent-mindedly.
"Then why are you holding the newspaper upside down?" Toshiya asked coyly.
Kyo looked at the newspaper and sighed, setting it down. "Okay, what do you fucking want, Toshiya?"
Toshiya's fingers walked across Kyo's shoulders and trailed down his chest as he stopped in front of the vocalist. He put his arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. "Kyo, if you're lonely I'm sure Kaoru would be okay with a threesome for one night. For a Christmas present, ne?"
Kyo's eyes widened and he pushed Toshiya away. "Of course not!" He gasped. "I have never had sex with a man and I don't plan to start by having a threesome with two!"
Toshiya looked slightly disappointed. "Oh. Well...what do you want for Christmas then?"
Kyo sighed. "My inspiration back."
Toshiya nodded. "I see. So...what inspires you?"
Kyo shrugged, looking down at his feet stupidly. Toshiya tried another approach. "Okay, who inspires you? There has to be somebody you look up to, your ultimate role model..."
"Well..."
Now Kyo had Toshiya's full attention. "Yes? Yes?" The bassist prodded, boring holes into Kyo with his big, brown eyes.
He bit his lip. "Well, I've always strived hard to be like...someone. As a musician, with my style of singing, even my fashion sense and some poses...and my poems..."
"WHO?!" Toshiya shrieked with anticipation.
"Kiyoharu," Kyo said in a small voice.
Toshiya's eyes somehow windened more. "Kiyoharu? You mean that singer from Kuroyume you used to go on and on about? The SADS guy?"
"Yes!" Kyo exclaimed.
Toshiya shrugged, but a tiny smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Oh."
"Oh what?" Kyo pressed.
The smirk turned into a full-blown smile and the taller man giggled. "How cute!"
Kyo's mouth dropped. "I don't have a crush on him or anything! Gees, Toshiya!"
And with that he stomped from the room, upset and embarrassed.
Toshiya just tapped his chin in thought. He was getting an idea...
And that probably wasn't a good thing.
* * * * *
Kyo returned home earlier than planned that night. His idea of drowning his sorrows by finding a date at a random bar had failed miserably. He trod slowly into his apartment and turned on the lights. He made a quick dinner of ramen and then sat in front of his television, curling up to sleep fifteen minutes into the Japanese dubbed version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He was fully intent on sleeping right through Christmas. After all, who wants to spend Christmas alone?
He awoke from a chill. He had gone to sleep without a blanket on and there was a nasty breeze filtering through the apartment. He sat up and looked to the sorce of the wind. He gasped. A window was open! Snow was already piling up beside it. He got off of the couch, turning the T.V. off, and trudged over to the window, slamming it shut with a loathing look at the Christmas snow outside. He grabbed his watch off of the coffee table and grimaced. It was five minutes into Christmas.
He collapsed back on the couch, intent upon falling straight back to sleep, but a sudden noise from the connecting dining area chased all thoughts of rest from his mind. He was wide-awake and alert. Was someone in his apaato? He sat on the couch in silence, his heart pounding ferociously against his chest. There! He heard it again! It sounded like paper moving. Maybe even wrapping paper. He got up and slowly crept into the joint room. He could see the creepy outline of the Christmas tree Toshiya had practically made him put up. It was moving slightly, side to side as though being lightly shaken. He shivered. Shit! He hadn't wanted that damn thing anyway and now... He screwed up his courage, grabbed a nearby umbrella, and flung on the lights, holding the "weapon" at the ready.
He wasn't sure what he was going to see, but he never in a million...
...billion...
...trillion...
...zillion years expected to see what he did.
Kiyoharu sat under his tree, gagged, bound, and with a big red bow wrapped around his chest.
The umbrella fell with a clatter to the floor. Kyo was distantly aware that his mouth was open, but he didn't have the brains to tell himself to shut it at the moment. He only looked at Kiyoharu, completely dumbstruck. The man beneath the tree wriggled uncomfortably and Kyo came to his senses, realizing he probably wanted free.
He darted over to the tree, tripping on the umbrella in his haste. He half-crawled over to Kiyoharu and pulled the gag off with shaking hands. "K-Kiyoharu-sama!" He gasped. "I'm so sorry!"
Kiyoharu nodded. "Great, can you get me something to drink? My mouth is dry."
Kyo nodded vigorously and stumbled into the kitchen, filling a glass of water. He nearly spilled it on his way back to Kiyoharu, sloshing some onto the carpet as he plopped down ungracefully in front of the other man. Since Kiyoharu's hands were still bound, Kyo held the glass to his lips and he drank greedily, draining the cup. Kyo set it down and proceeded in staring at Kiyoharu. A few moments, silence, and then--
"You're not going to untie me?"
Kyo blinked and nodded adamently. "Oh, of course, Kiyoharu-sama."
He gingerly untied Kiyoharu, promptly sitting back on his knees when he was finished. Kiyoharu stretched his legs out in front of him and rubbed his swollen wrists. "Man...what the hell is going on?"
Kyo shook his head with enough force to knock something inside it loose. "I have no idea, Kiyoharu-sama! I didn't put you under my tree!" He reflected curiously on who did and how the hell they did it.
Kiyoharu made a "hm" sound and pulled off his Converse All-Stars. They were identical to the ones Kyo had been wearing earlier. Kyo noticed this, of course, and blurted, "I have shoes just like those." Kiyoharu raised an eyebrow and Kyo sheepishly tacked a "Kiyoharu-sama" on the end of his sentence.
Kiyoharu smiled slightly. "Hey, do you have any cigarettes? I could really use a good smoke right now."
Kyo got up so quickly he feared for a moment that he might have snapped something in one of his legs. He darted into the living room and found his cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table. He scurried back in and handed Kiyoharu a cigarette, shakily lighting it for him. The next few minutes ticked by slowly as Kiyoharu leaned against the tree and smoked silently while Kyo sat there and stared at him, eyes wide. Finally Kiyoharu finished the cigarette and snubbed it in an ashtray on a nearby nightstand. He looked at Kyo. "Uh...hello?"
Kyo continued to stare so he leaned forward and snapped his fingers in the smaller man's face. Kyo seemed to wake from a trance. "Yes, Kiyoharu-sama?" He asked breathlessly.
Kiyoharu hid a smile. This boy was absolutely adorable. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Kyo, Kiyoharu-sama."
Kiyoharu chuckled. "You know, you don't have to say my name after everything. And you can just call me Kiyoharu."
Kyo's eyes grew rounder. "A-are you sure, Kiyoharu-sam--I mean, Kiyoha--I mean...are you sure?"
Kiyoharu nodded. "Sure. Kyo. Kyo...I have heard that name before. You're a singer, ne?"
Kyo nodded vehemently. "Yes, for the band, Dir en grey."
Comprehension dawned on Kiyoharu and he nodded. "Ah, of course. You guys make some great music. You're an especially good singer."
He was amused at the deep blush that dusted Kyo's cheeks as the younger man bent his head in a bow and mumbled numerous thanks.
They continued to sit there, talking. Kiyoharu found that the more he talked the more open Kyo became with him. Soon they were swapping stories, telling jokes, and discussing deep issues like their poetry. Kyo practically worshipped the ground Kiyoharu walked on, this was plain to see. Kiyoharu wasn't quite sure what to think of it yet, so he just continued talking with the younger man, finding his every movement incredibly kawaii. It's been awhile since I've been with a man. I wonder... He smiled as Kyo finished reciting one of his own works of poetry. "Wonderful! You're quite the poet, Kyo," he praised.
Kyo blushed for what seemed the fiftieth time that night. "Thank you so much, Kiyoharu," he said embarrassedly, looking down.
Kiyoharu scooted closer to him. "Tell me, Kyo, do you find me attractive?" He asked coyly.
Kyo looked up to find the older man right in front of him, close enough he could see how big his nose really was. "Nn?" He queried, unsure if he heard the question right.
"You think I am sexy, ne?"
Kyo's cheeks reddened and he nodded. Kiyoharu came closer. He brought a hand up and moved some of Kyo's hair from his face. "How sexy?"
Kyo was at a loss for words. "I-I don't know," he answered dumbly.
Kiyoharu's fingertips brushed lightly against his cheek and he shivered in spite of himself. "Maybe one kiss will tell," he said, his voice smooth and deep.
Kyo's face was turning redder than Die's hair. "Eh?"
Kiyoharu cupped Kyo's face in one of his hands and swiftly leaned in to kiss him. He sucked on the smaller man's lips in a slow and sensual way, enjoying the taste of cigarettes on them. After a few seconds he nudged his tongue between Kyo's lips and the other man opened them. Kiyoharu explored his mouth, delving as deeply as he could, enjoying Kyo's tongue fighting with his own. He licked erotically at the top of Kyo's mouth and felt the other man shudder against him. Heat was radiating from him and Kiyoharu was actually surprised when he felt a hand on his lower back, trailing down to his butt. The hand that was cupping Kyo's face fell to the nape of his neck while the other one snaked up his shirt. Kyo had some nice abs.
In a few minutes they had to break for air, but before Kyo had the chance to say something Kiyoharu was attacking his neck, nibbling at each and every spot. Kyo leaned his head back and sighed contentedly, gripping Kiyoharu's moppy hair. "Kiyoharu-sama..." he murmured.
Kiyoharu stopped necking him so he could look at him. "Kiyoharu, Kyo. None of that 'sama' shit."
Kyo nodded, gazing at Kiyoharu hungrily. "Right, of course, Kiyoharu."
Kiyoharu pulled Kyo onto his lap, kissing him roughly. "That's better," he breathed when he broke the kiss.
Kyo stared at him for just a moment and then threw his arms around his neck, attacking his lips. Kiyoharu had never been kissed so fiercely before, but then again he'd mostly been with women and only a couple of men. And Kyo seemed very much unlike the other men he dated. He seemed like more of a...well, more of a man. And men could be dangerous kissers.
Kyo's tongue was lapping at every crevice inside his mouth, erotically dancing with his own tongue. He bit Kiyoharu's bottom lip in his frenzy of kissing and both drank in the metallic taste. Kyo's hands were madly attacking Kiyoharu's chest as well, thumbs brushing over his nipples and sending chills up his spine. The older man was very quickly growing hard, so he pushed his weight against Kyo, knocking them onto the ground. He was now on top of Kyo and proceeded in kissing his neck, struggling to pull his shirt off as he did. He teased each of his nipples, enjoying the soft moans that Kyo let out as he did. He was growing impatient and began tugging at Kyo's pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down roughly. "K-Kiyoharu!" Kyo gasped as the material brushed his erection.
Kiyoharu took in Kyo with his eyes. "Kyo...I'm pleasantly surprised. For a man small in stature you sure have some large endowments."
Kyo blushed and played with Kiyoharu's fingers. "Kiyoharu, can-can you--ah!"
Kiyoharu pulled his hand away from Kyo and brushed his digits over the smaller man's member. He put his thumb on the tip and just barely touched it as he spread the pre-cum around. Kyo made whimpering sounds and clutched at the carpet. "Kiyoharu...please..."
Kiyoharu found that it pained him to see Kyo in such torment so he took the little vocalist's cock into his mouth, bringing it halfway down his throat. Kyo cried out and threaded his fingers into Kiyoharu's hair. "Ah, Kiyoharu!" He exclaimed as Kiyoharu began working him over.
He thrust into the older man's mouth, his cries growing louder and more erotic. Kiyoharu slid his tongue deftly over Kyo's member, hoping his skillful movements would cause him to come soon. All of Kyo's panting, screaming, and sensual thrusting was making him exceptionally horny.
Finally Kyo came, crying out Kiyoharu's name. He went limp, seeing stars. The first thing he knew upon coming back to his senses was Kiyoharu's mouth against his, tasting himself in that hot mouth. Kiyoharu pulled away and gently caressed Kyo's cheek. "Was that good?"
Kyo nodded, looking at Kiyoharu as though dazed. "Kiyoharu? Can...would you--would you take me?"
Kiyoharu eyed him curiously, but decided not to question as his hard-on was becoming unbearable. "It would be my pleasure," he said truthfully, kissing Kyo once more.
He carefully spread Kyo's legs and slowly slid his finger inside his entrance, probing. Kyo's eyes shut and his fingers found solace once more in the older man's hair. A second finger made its way through and briefly a third. Kiyoharu pulled all three out and positioned himself. "Have you ever been uke?" He asked suddenly, aware that Kyo seemed like the seme type.
"I've never had sex with a man before," Kyo replied nervously.
Kiyoharu forced his eyes to not widen. The last thing he wanted was to scare Kyo into changing his mind. He kissed the other man on the forehead. "This is going to hurt."
Before Kyo could question he slowly entered him. The younger man dug his fingernails into Kiyoharu's back. "Oh! Kiyoharu!" He cried, tears dripping from his eyes. "Fuck, it hurts! Please, no more!" He sobbed unwillingly unto Kiyoharu's neck.
Kiyoharu embraced Kyo, holding him as tightly as he could. "Shhh, it's okay."
He pulled out of Kyo and carefully slid back in. Kyo's crying didn't cease, but his opening was so tight that the pleasure Kiyoharu felt was enormous. He felt almost delirious from it. He pulled out...and back in. Out, in, out, in... Suddenly he noticed that Kyo was moving with him. He stopped thrusting and looked at Kyo, whose eyes opened in puzzlement and frustration. "Why did you stop? I was starting to enjoy it!"
Kiyoharu chuckled and pulled out almost all the way, slamming into Kyo with such force that the smaller man cried louder than he'd ever done on stage. Kiyoharu repeated this once more, this time finding Kyo's prostrate. The uke gave a drawn-out moan, tightening his hold on Kiyoharu. "Oh my god..." he whispered.
Kiyoharu slid his hand between their sweat-laden bodies and found Kyo's penis, pumping it in time with his thrusts, which were coming faster and faster with every passing second. He knew Kyo wouldn't be able to hold out much longer with the duel sensations and, sure enough, he felt semen slick his belly as Kyo let out an ear-splitting, "Kiyoharu!"
Kiyoharu found his cry so erotic that he, too, came, crying out Kyo's name.
For a few minutes the two didn't move, just breathing harshly from the experience. Finally Kiyoharu extracted himself from Kyo and pulled the younger man against his chest. "Mmmm...I have no idea why your blue-haired bandmate kidnapped me, but I'm glad he did," he said softly.
Kyo rested his chin on Kiyoharu's chest so he could look up at the man he admired so much. "Toshiya did this?" He blinked unbelieving.
"Yep," Kiyoharu said, assuming that was the man he was talking about. "Aren't you glad?"
He leaned his head in and licked Kyo's lips. Kyo blushed. "I-I am. Um...is this...is this all for us?" He asked timidly.
Kiyoharu thought for a moment before tightening his grip on the small vocalist. "God, I hope not."
In mere seconds he could tell Kyo had fallen asleep. He chuckled and pulled the smaller man closer. "Sweet dreams, Kyo, and merry Christmas."
As the Christmas dawn approached, sunlight filtered in to fall on two men, wrapped in each other's arms, asleep beneath the Christmas tree.
Хмм..неожиданно для себя начинаю открывать фики написанные на английском. Суровость.
@темы: Если он не Бог, то точно полубог, Kiyoharu, Dir En Grey, NC-17