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Hit That Note	By : EnsanguinedSage Category: > Die/Kyo Views: 2371 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Hit That Note
- 1
Die
frowned at his guitar, plucking listlessly at the strings with his right hand and muting them with his left. Shifting his gaze upwards, he stared at the sheet of music in front of him, deciding that glaring at it would be far more beneficial than glaring at his guitar. His beloved red Telecaster had always been as loyal an instrument as a guitarist could ever hope for… It was the song he was attempting to write that was the traitor.
“Stupid chorus.” The redhead aimed a half-hearted kick at the music stand his song-in-progress was resting on. The black structure rattled, and that accursed piece of paper fluttered off to land on the ground a few feet away. Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, Die leaned over, attempting to retrieve his work without removing his rear end from its current location on the couch.
However, even stretched out as far as humanly possible, the paper still eluded the guitarist’s grasp. Die twitched his fingers, as if beckoning the errant inanimate object. The sheet of music chose to ignore him. The redhead frowned and tried again, making his gesticulation a bit more forceful this time. The impudent work in progress remained where it was. Were he prone to giving inert objects voices, Die would have sworn that the thing was laughing at him.
Sighing, the guitarist rested his forehead on his knees, knowing full well that he was going to have to get up, but also knowing full well that he didn’t have to be happy about it. Pouting was such fun. And who knew, perhaps someone else would come in and pick it up for him before he had to get it himself. An unlikely prospect, but still a possible one. Die wondered how long he’d have to wait before he gave up on it. He was willing to remain in his current position for quite some time, need be.
Lazily, the redhead twitched his fingers at the sheet of paper once more. It flapped slightly, and Die’s hopes were greatly boosted until he realized that the movement had just been caused by the air conditioning coming on. The paper was no closer to shooting into his hand than it had been five minutes ago. He began to wish vaguely that he possessed some sort of telekinetic powers.
Staring down at the carpet, Die allowed his eyelids to droop slightly. He wasn’t allowed to leave this room until his song was completed (damn, but Kaoru was strict), and, taking everything into account, the guitarist feared that he’d have a very long time to wait.
And, along with stuck, he was growing rather bored with the entire activity.
My great reign of song writing… He frowned at the floor. All brought to a crashing, burning halt by one fucking note. Die rolled his eyes in exasperation. One note! Where is the justice? JUSTICE! At this thought, he blinked. … I need to quit watching Kaoru’s Gundam Wing videos.
The lack of productivity seeming to bring on a bout of somnolence, Die removed his forehead from his knees, choosing instead to sprawl against the back of the couch. After setting his guitar to the side, the redhead hung both arms over the furniture’s back, spreading his legs out comfortably and leaning his head back to rest against the cushioned blue material. Maybe a short nap would inspire him…
As he was beginning to drift off, Die didn’t hear the door open, nor did he hear it close again. He didn’t notice the stealthy footsteps as they stalked nearer and nearer, and paid no heed to the quiet rustling of cloth. He did, however, notice the sudden weight in his lap, and the strong legs slowly wrapping themselves around his waist.
“’lo, Die.” That comment also drew considerable attention. Exhaling slowly at the sudden rush of blood from his brain to his groin, the redhead slowly reached forward without looking up, curling his arm around the waist of his intruder. His eyes remained closed, although a small grin had begun to form on his lips.
“Kyo.” The short silence that followed the statement was comfortable, and the only punctuation was when the vocalist shifted slightly in Die’s lap to get comfortable. Both men felt the effects of the action, pants suddenly becoming quite tight indeed.
“Excitable, ne?” Die could hear the smirk in the other’s voice. He moved slowly, pressing his hips against Kyo’s, proving that he wasn’t the only one suffering from a lack of circulation above his shoulders. The vocalist leaned forward as the redhead pulled gently on his waist, leaning against the other man’s chest.
“So it seems.” Finally, Die opened his eyes, peering into the dark orbs of the man sitting on his lap. “I think, however,” He rocked his hips slowly. “That you can relate.” He rocked his hips again, a bit more forcefully this time, and Kyo groaned softly.
“I never said that I couldn’t…” The blonde ran his tongue along his lower lip, raising his eyebrows as he invited the other man to take a taste. Die accepted the invitation with gusto, closing that last few inches between them quickly as he claimed Kyo’s moistened lips.
Ah, so this was why I was having problems… Die thrust his tongue into the vocalist’s mouth, caressing everything he could reach. Kyo moaned softly around the lingua, rubbing his hand against the redhead’s stomach to match the strokes with some of his own. Sexual tension. It was Die who made a sound of lust next as the blonde in his lap discovered a nipple and began toying with it relentlessly through the rough fabric of his shirt.
Breaking away when it finally proved imperative to breathe, the guitarist grinned, gazing at his lover through lowered lids and a mess of red and blonde hair. “Tease.”
“You’re one to talk.” With a smirk of his own, Kyo leaned forward, taking one of Die’s earlobes between his teeth and tugging on it gently. Tilting his head to the side, the redhead groaned, reaching down to cup the curve of the vocalist’s backside. Kyo rocked his hips again at the touch, causing both men to pause their actions at the feeling of their two arousals grinding into one another.
Moving both hands this time, Die began to unbutton the blonde’s shirt, frowning when he fumbled with a button. “How do you do this to me…” He heard Kyo chuckle into his ear, amused at both his statement and his difficulties with the shirt.
“The same way you do it to me.” The vocalist bounced slightly in his lover’s lap, laughing again as he was further distracted from the task of removing unnecessary articles of clothing. “Having problems, Die-kun?”
Growling, Die crushed Kyo’s lips to his own, silencing any more light-hearted taunts and thoroughly taking the other man’s attention away from anything besides the attentions being placed on his mouth. With an internal grin, the guitarist finally succeeded in discarding the blonde’s shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. Feeling that he was suddenly bereft one item of clothing, Kyo pulled away from the kiss, eyes narrowed with mischief.
“Now now, we have to keep things fair…” The words had barely passe his lips before he was tugging at the base of Die’s t-shirt, almost tangling the redhead up in the fabric in his haste to remove it. It was Die who chuckled this time, and as soon as his shirt had been pulled over his head, he wrapped an arm around Kyo’s waist, pulling the two together again.
“So eager.” Die trailed his fingers up and down the smaller man’s back, enjoying the shivers his light caress caused. “I’m supposed to be writing a song, you know.”
“Uh huh.” Kyo pressed his lips against the guitarist’s collarbone, then titled his head back to nip at his neck. “I see.” Raising a hand, he began to stroke Die’s hairline on the back of his neck. “You were so hard at work when I came in, it was wrong to have disturbed you…” He ceased his hand’s motions, sitting up and looking at his lover with raised eyebrows and an air of complete innocence. “I should leave and let you get back to what you were doing.”
A finger curled in the front of the blonde’s pants, tugging him close. “Hm, let me think about that…” The redhead closed his eyes for a moment. “No, that doesn’t strike me as a particularly wise idea.” Twisting his hand, he slipped it completely inside of Kyo’s pants, grinning as he discovered that the vocalist had conveniently forgotten to put on his underwear that morning.
“Oh? And what does?” Die couldn’t help but be impressed; he could feel the smaller man’s body’s reaction to his touch, and could feel his hips pushing forward and encouraging him to do more. However, there was not a hint of anything besides mild interest present in Kyo’s voice. Well, he’d have to fix that.
“And here I’d hoped that you’d have some interesting ideas of your own…” Gently closing his fingers around the physical evidence of the blonde’s excitement, Die squeezed gently. This time, he was gratified with a moan, and a temporary flicker in Kyo’s expression of innocence. “But if you still can’t come up with anything,” He smirked at the quiet sound of protest the vocalist made as he pulled his hand away. “I may have a possibility.”
“And what would that be, Die-kun?” Kyo’s voice was practically a purr, and the look on his face was full of smug confidence. Die wasn’t surprised; somehow, someway the small man always got his way, in any situation. This was no exception, if he was guessing right.
However, Kyo getting what he wanted was not necessarily a bad thing.
The guitarist grinned as the blonde in his lap rubbed their hips together, growing slightly impatient.
Oh no, Kyo getting his way wasn’t a bad thing at all.
“Why…” Hooking his index finger in the waist of Kyo’s jeans again, he pulled the smaller man forward, flicking his hand to undo the button once he was done with his tugging. “I think I’ll fuck you senseless.” He saw the grin on his lips matched by an equally wicked look in his lover’s dark eyes.
“That sounds like a very good idea to me, Die-kun.” Without another word, the vocalist captured the guitarist’s lips in a kiss, again wrapping his legs tightly around the redhead’s waist and burying his fingers in crimson locks.
A moment or so later, lungs protesting loudly, the two pulled apart, faces flushed and breathless. “Kyo…” Die’s gaze held the other man’s eyes steadily. “It’s going to be very difficult to get you out of your pants while you’re sitting like that.”
Kyo mock-pouted, pursing his lips in a manner that only made the guitarist want to ravish him even more.
“So demanding.” Despite his protests, the blonde slowly pulled back, dragging his lower body along Die’s groin and thighs as he did so. The redhead groaned deep in his throat, wondering how it was that Kyo managed to rub him in all the right ways, all the time. Literally and figuratively. “I moved.” Kyo was perched on Die’s knees, hands placed delicately on his lover’s stomach and head tilted slightly to the side, invitation clear in his eyes.
With an almost feral growl, the guitarist grabbed the waistband of Kyo’s jeans with both hands, tearing the garment down and off of the smaller man’s hips. The vocalist only grinned at the other’s eagerness, minutely lifting his hips as his erection was exposed, allowing Die to slide his pants that much further off of his body. Raising both of his legs, one on either side of the redhead’s chest, Kyo’s grin widened as the garment was completely removed from his person. The expression stretched from ear to ear as he noticed where Die’s hungry gaze was focused.
It only remained there for a moment, and then the guitarist’s smoldering eyes were burning into his lover’s once more. “You’re beautiful…” Reaching up, he caught the shorter man’s chin between his thumb and index finger, lightly pulling him in for another kiss. Kyo exhaled, allowing his mouth to be dominated quickly, and once again wrapped himself around the redhead beneath him.
Reaching around the blonde, Die slowly ran his hand down the man’s pale back, tracing the bumps in his spine with gentle fingers, slowly working his way down. Coming to Kyo’s hips, the redhead ghosted a touch over the vocalist’s backside before reaching underneath him, deftly undoing his own pants and shimmying out of them quickly.
Raising his hand again, the guitarist resumed caressing Kyo’s back, pulling away from the smaller man’s mouth to suckle at his neck. He could feel the blonde burying his face in his hair, feel the lips pressing against his scalp, feel the soft noises that came from Kyo’s lips as he licked, sucked, and bit at the tender skin of his neck. Die smiled.
Even so, he needed something. Pulling away from his lover’s skin momentarily, Die looked over the vocalist’s shoulder, eyes roving the floor for his guitar case. However, before he had spotted it, he felt Kyo pressing something into his hand, then mumble a complaint into his red-dyed locks about the sudden lack of attention.
Blinking his dark eyes, Die looked down at the object he had been given, then buried his face in Kyo’s shoulder, muting his laughter with the blonde’s pale skin.
“When did you get this…?” Die rolled the small tube of lubricant up and down the other man’s back as he asked the question, lips returning to Kyo’s neck, fastening onto the tender skin and sucking strongly, leaving his mark. The vocalist moaned softly before answering.
“’m always prepared, Die-kun…” The redhead felt his lover’s mouth curving into a grin. “It was sticking out of your guitar case.” He pulled back, looking Die in the eyes, a teasing expression decorating his features. “A bit presumptuous, aren’t you…?”
“Well,” After setting the small tube beside his leg, Die placed both hands on the smaller man’s back, slowly trailing his fingers down either side of his spine. “I’m always prepared too.” One corner of his mouth lifted slowly. “Good thing too, ne?”
Kyo laughed softly.
“A very good thing.” Tipping his head to the side, the blonde took Die’s earlobe between his teeth once more, tugging it gently. “Now put all of our good planning to work.” Closing his lips around the loose piece of flesh, he began to suck, smiling at the sounds Die was making.
“Mm.” Reaching for the lubricant, the redhead unscrewed the cap and squeezed the tube, coating three fingers with the slick substance. He didn’t bother to close the container again, but did place it far enough to the side so that it wouldn’t somehow be crushed in actions to come.
Running his palm along the smooth curve of Kyo’s backside, Die’s talented fingers found the vocalist’s tiny opening. Circling it slowly with one lubricated finger, the redhead suddenly pressed the digit inside the smaller man’s body, grinning as Kyo gasped and thrust his hips into the intrusion, eager for more.
Slipping a second finger in, Die brushed against that one special spot inside of Kyo, causing the blonde to cry out, arms and legs instinctively tightening around his lover and hips rocking against his fingers.
The redhead reached up with his free hand, holding the vocalist’s hips still as he inserted the third finger, keeping the smaller man from moving as he prepared him. Kyo groaned in protest, but Die did not release his hold.
Deciding that his lover had been stretched enough, the redhead removed his fingers, not noticing that one of Kyo’s arms was no longer wrapped around his torso. He did notice, however, when the missing arm was suddenly located, slicked hand wrapping around Die’s erection, lubricating him in a slow, teasing fashion. With a moan, the guitarist looked up, and found himself staring into Kyo’s wicked eyes, a rather devious smile on the blonde’s lips.
“Fucking… tease…”
“No, but you will be in a moment.”
The smaller man slowly pulled his hand away, and Die chuckled weakly, admitting internally that turnabout was indeed fair play.
“Less than a moment, love…” The words had barely passed his lips, and already the guitarist was positioning himself at Kyo’s entrance. Feeling the redhead’s tip pressing against him, the vocalist pressed his hips downwards, slowly taking in Die’s length.
Though he was surprised at the action, the guitarist was not at all thrown off; gently resting his palms against Kyo’s hips, he guided the smaller man, raising his own hips to hasten the process. Once he was completely sheathed, the two men sat still for a moment, breathing heavily and savoring the sudden sense of completion they felt.
However, neither man’s will was strong enough to remain still for very long, and soon Die was moving, pulling out almost to Kyo’s entrance before thrusting back in. The blonde let his head fall backwards, pleasure completely clouding his senses. Reaching out, he draped his arms over the redhead’s shoulders, crossing them loosely behind his back as they moved together.
Remembering the beat of the song he had been writing, Die set their pace, making each thrust slow and yet strong enough to keep Kyo from becoming too impatient. The guitarist rather liked the prospect of a nice, slow fuck; Kyo felt exquisite around him, all tight, velvety heat… He wanted to keep the other man like this all day.
As he pressed his lips against the blonde’s chest, kissing and licking at the skin in time with his slow thrusts, Die heard sounds beginning to emit from Kyo’s throat. They were soft, almost musical sounds, full of pleasure, arousal and need. He savored each one, catching a nipple between his teeth to see what new noises the action would elicit from the smaller man.
He was not disappointed. As every one of his thrusts brushed against Kyo’s prostate, the blonde made a sound with every rock of their hips, his wordless cries striking into chords in Die’s mind, stringing themselves into one long, unbroken song.
Hearing more need pulse into those sounds, and feeling an identical need burning within him, Die began to increase his rhythm, soon thrusting into Kyo as fast and as hard as he was able.
They were both crying out now, each and every movement creating new feelings of ecstasy and rapture. Kyo began to moan his lover’s name, the monosyllabic mantra bouncing off all four walls of the room they occupied. Die found himself coming closer and closer to the edge, and reached between their hot and sweaty bodies, wrapping his talented fingers around the blonde’s manhood, stoking him in time with his thrusts, intent on pleasuring his lover as much as possible.
Kyo screamed as he came, the combined pleasures sending him over the edge. Feeling the vocalist’s muscles closing around him, Die came within seconds of the other man, spilling seed inside of his lover similar to that that now covered his belly, chest and hand.
Shuddering as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, Kyo pressed his body against Die’s, holding onto the redhead tightly. Smiling tiredly, the guitarist ignored the stickiness covering his torso, wrapping both arms around Kyo’s back and resting his forehead against the other man’s shoulder. After a moment, he pulled out of the blonde’s body, pressing his lips gently against Kyo’s temple as he whimpered. Silence reigned for a while longer.
“I’m glad I interrupted your work, Die-kun.” The guitarist laughed quietly.
“I am too.”
Die smiled as Kyo cuddled against him, eyelids drooping. Reaching over to the box of tissues that rested on the small table beside the couch they were currently on, the redhead began to clean the two off.
“… love you.”
“I love you too, Kyo.”
Finishing, Die tossed the soiled tissues back onto the table, reaching up to stroke Kyo’s hair thoughtfully.
“Ne, Kyo…”
“Hmm…?”
“Do you think you could hit that note again…?”
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