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Steam	By : musouka Category: > Die/Shinya Views: 1988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I certainly own none of these characters, seeing that they are real people, but these fantasies are the products of my own over-active imagination (with a little inspiration from outside sources).
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"I wish they really would..."
"Maybe they are right now..."
~*~
Shinya pulled the satin robe tighter around his shoulders, closing his eyes in contentment as the silky fabric ran smoothly over his skin. The white of the garment contrasted sharply against the black of his hair, which he had spent quite some time brushing out until it had finally returned to its natural completely straight state. The bathroom tiles were cool beneath his bare feet as he padded across the threshold and into the bedroom.
They had spared no expense on the hotel rooms--that much was obvious just by the size of the rooms themselves and luxurious furnishings within. The bed stood before him, a king-sized feathered mattress beneath soft, airy sheets and a thick, wine red velvet comforter. He gazed longingly at it for a moment, just imagining how good it would feel to sink down into it and lose himself within the covers and numerous pillows. His daydream was cut short, however, as he suddenly sneezed.
"Someone's talking about you." Die remarked from where he was currently sprawled out upon the bed. He wore nothing but a playful smirk, the sheets covering just enough to be decent. Shinya rolled his eyes at the comment and made his way over to the bed. He crawled up onto it, the mattress sinking a bit under the pressure of his knees as he pulled himself fully up. Die sat up enough so as to make room for the other man, and he reached out to run his fingertips over the collar of the robe. He then slid them beneath the surface of the fabric, lightly stroking the younger man's skin. The right shoulder of the robe slid off, coming to pool around Shinya's elbow. The drummer scooted closer to Die, resting his head against the older man's chest. He then tilted his head up as Die leaned in to kiss him, their lips meeting briefly. Die's fingers continued their exploration beneath Shinya's robe, his other hand coming down to tug at the soft belt that was tied loosely around the other man's waist. Once its restrictive presence had been removed, Die proceeded to rid Shinya completely of the single garment, after which he let his eyes hungrily sweep over the younger man's exposed body.
Shinya reached up to cup his cheek, and he sat up on his knees, causing their bodies to touch lightly. He slipped one arm around Die's middle, his hand coming to rest on the small of his back, and he pulled the guitarist in for another, more lingering, kiss. Die caught his bottom lip as they broke away, sucking gently on the soft flesh. Once his lips had been relinquished, Shinya wasted no time in putting them to use. He kissed Die's jaw softly, then moved to press his mouth against the guitarist's shoulder blade, sinking his teeth into the sweetly salty skin.
Die released a breathy moan, which Shinya took to be a good sign, and his hands came up to tangle themselves in the younger man's hair. His finger's twisted among the strands of ebony, pulling at them to bring Shinya closer to him. But Shinya had left his collar and now busied himself with Die's tightly built stomach, his fingers and lips trailing over the muscles, which twitched beneath his skin in reaction to the pleasurable caress. Die grasped Shinya by the shoulders, his fingers pressing against the drummer's skin, and he let his head fall back as Shinya's fingers slid beneath the sheets and drew them back. He felt the strength in each digit as it stroked his already rapidly growing erection. He then felt Shinya's tongue as it flicked out to lick the inside of his thigh. He dragged it slowly along, tasting the light sweat upon Die's skin and nearly driving him to madness.
When Die could stand it no longer he pulled Shinya to him and into a bruising kiss, all his need emphasized through it. He then pushed the younger man down onto the bed, and leaned in...but Shinya pressed a hand to his chest, then slid out from under him.
"I've drawn us a bath." He stated, the calm of his voice belying both his flushed cheeks and the hardness between his thighs. Die had to forcibly keep his mouth from hanging open in shock, and he frowned in frustration.
"Shinya, what--" He was cut off as Shinya grabbed him by the hand and pulled him from the bed and to his feet, then led him into to the bathroom. True to his word, Shinya had indeed drawn a hot bath. A thin sheen of steam clouded the atmosphere of the room, and the lights had all been dimmed so that they sparkled on the surface of the water. Shinya slipped into the porcelain tub with a pleasurable sigh, then gestured for Die to join him. After a moment's hesitation, the guitarist did the same, the water easing his muscles as it enveloped him. Shinya reached up and lifted something from the counter--a small cylindrical bottle--which he undid the top from. A sweet, soothing scent filled the air, and Shinya moved across the tub over to Die.
"Oil." Was all he gave in way of explanation, smiling complacently as he poured a bit of the strong-scented liquid onto his palm. After setting the bottle down, he then reached over and, with his other hand, lifted Die's arm. He smeared the oil all along it, and then began to kneed the muscles with his hands, working the tension from them. Die groaned softly and sank further into the bath as Shinya continued his ministrations, his eyes falling half shut, and he bit his lip, growing more aroused by the moment as Shinya's fingers danced over his skin.
The younger man was quite aware of this--also sharing the same problem--and so when he had finished he moved in to settle on Die's lap, wrapping his arms around the guitarist. Die's lips found his own once again.
"We are in the bath." Die mumbled.
"Yes, we are." Shinya smirked against the other man's mouth, "And now it's your turn."
"My turn?" Die lifted an eyebrow.
"Mm. I drew a bath for you--what will you do for me?"
"I see." Die grinned triumphantly, happily aware that he had finally been offered that which he had been seeking--Shinya himself. His hands disappeared beneath the water, sliding along Shinya's thighs as he pressed gently forward on the other man, lowering him down so that he sat with his lower back against the bottom of the tub and his knees in the air. He then leaned in, hovering over the younger man, and slowly entered him. Shinya's neck craned back, and his fingers curled into fists around the warm water.
Die only went in a bit--wanting to prepare him first--then pulled out, and repeated the motion a few times. Once he had finally eased himself fully inside Shinya, he pulled out partially, then thrust into the drummer, slowly at first, his breathing synchronized with each motion. Shinya's hands groped at the edges of the tub, clutching at them to hold himself up as he sank further down, the water touching the bottom of his chin. As Die's thrusts became more rapid, however, he found this was not sufficient, and he let go, nearly falling under completely, before he wrapped his arms around Die's neck in order to support his weight. The guitarist held him up easily, his own arms slipping around Shinya's back, pulling him closer as he moved quicker still.
"Faster..." Shinya breathed, bucking his hips upwards to meet Die's rhythmic thrusts. Die squeezed his eyes shut, his lips parting as a low growl escaped from the back of his throat. He acquiesced to Shinya's desires, moving more rapidly to please his lover.
The water had begun to cool around them, but they did not feel the chill of the air, too far lost in their impassioned dance. It warmed their already flushed skin, so that the temperate caress of the water was almost a nice contrast to the fierce energy created between them.
Shinya climaxed first, with no more than a soft cry as his body suddenly tensed, then relaxed completely. He slumped down, held up now only by Die, who still continued to thrust for a few moments longer, until a shudder ran through the length of his body and his eyes snapped open. He moaned at the moment of his release, and his seed spilled forth--half inside the drummer, half beneath the now clouded bath water.
His rolled off the younger man, his dark eyes half-shut with complacence, and he lay with his right arm still draped across Shinya's chest. Shinya stretched out fully in the tub, his head resting back upon the edge, his breathing heavy. He stroked Die's arm lazily, letting his fingers trail along the slightly quivering muscles.
"Did that meet with your approval?" Die murmured playfully, once he had finally regained his breath. Shinya gave him a sideways glance, lifting an eyebrow. Die managed a faint grin.
"Mm...I suppose." Shinya replied in the same tone of false nonchalance, smirking as he gathered the energy to sit up, and leaned in to kiss Die's cheek gently, "Now that we are clean...I could always help you to dry off..." He kissed the corner of the guitarist's mouth, sliding his lips then over the other man's, and was rewarded by Die gratefully deepening the kiss.
"You could." Was the mumbled response he got, followed by an amused chuckle. He smiled and pulled himself to his feet, reaching out to grab one of the warm towels that sat neatly folded on the shelf above him.
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