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Unfinished	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 976 -:- 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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*The following are two unfinished works.....

Any thoughts on them? *

Unfinished Stories...
By - Erzulie
Contact - erzuliesdream@yahoo.com
Band - Dir en grey
Pairing - Kaoru/Kyo

Rating -NC-17

Disclaimer - I don't own Dir en grey, don't know them, and they'd probably hate me if they knew me. ::smirks:: This is a work of pure fantasy. No, I've got nothing better to do than to sit around and think of dirty things for two bandmates to do together. I'm aware that the majority of Dir en grey, if not all of them, are heterosexual... but my perverted mind ceases to care about that when it comes to writing. I mean no offense to the band, or to anyone who may read this. I believe strongly in the fact that fanfiction is just that.. fiction, and should be kept on a relatively sane level. But my idea of a sane level might not be everyone's. ::smirks:: This will get really graphic in places. But it will have a plot! I hope >>; If you have a problem reading this, then don't read it.. See the X button at the top of the page? It's there for just that reason!
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Prt 1 - Awakening...
(Unfinished # 1)

His lush, succulent lips were swollen, bruised, felt dry. They cracked open in a little gasp, and then his tongue darts out and wets them lightly. The swollen, thick petals glistened almost erotically in the low lamp light of the room. He closes his lips then, and he stretches lightly, his body aching. His eyes stay closed, but he feels the eyes of another on him. Nearby the bed in which he lays, another man sits, contemplating him. The eyes are predatory, as always.. hungry, cold in their own right.... The man on the bed smiles lightly in the dimness, his bruised lips showing off slightly crooked teeth as they part once more.

"You're awake I see..." The owner of the voice from the other side of the room is standing then. The one laying down can feel his presence being drawn closer. His heartbeat begins to increase with every step the other takes. And then he feels the weight of the other man on the bed, the warmth of the other's body next to his own.

"Hai.." The one laying down replies, ever so lightly. He didn't bother sitting up, he knew he could not, but his eyes do flutter open. He doesn't have his contacts in, so the room is slightly blurred, but he sees the other man perfectly. Strong features, hawk-like contenance... sharp, burning eyes that remain cold and hungry, making the man laying shiver with dark thoughts and even darker needs. The eyes note the other's reaction to his presence, and he reaches down a hand to stroke the other's face lightly. A small smirk comes onto the thin lips of the hawk-like face.

"Are you alright, Kyo?" Voice like silk, and the beloved face leans in close to that of the man laying down. He studies the rounded face slowly, the bruises on the other's thick lips, the smeared black eyeliner from beautiful, almond shaped and rather feline-esque eyes, their pale amber color glittering softly in the room's low lighting. He reaches his hand up and smoothes the wild, bleached blonde hair. It was no longer sweat damp, but dry and ruffed, in need of a shower and a brush. The way it surrounded the other's head on the pillow made the older man think of a halo.... and of Kyo, as an angel... a beautiful, wicked angel of dark sin and twisted poetic genius.

"I'm fine, Kaoru..." The man laying stretches out some more, arching gently under the other's steady gaze. His eyes lock onto Kaoru's, and he settles back down into the mattress beneath him. He liked this western styled bed they slept in together....

"That's good. Are you ready for practice?" Kaoru's fingers trace over the other's lips gently, and he smiles as his vocalist kisses the digits tracing the full, warm, slightly wettened petals. His fingers then brush over Kyo's cheek, and he notes how the younger man's eyes are trained on him. //More and more, you become mine... completely mine.... I know it, Kyo.....//

"In a little while, I will be... not yet....." Comes the reply. His eyes stay locked on Kaoru, never moving from him as he speaks. He watches the cool disassociation of Kaoru's expressionless mask as if he could see emotion pass through the seemingly uncaring visage. Kyo wonders to himself if Kaoru even cares about him, if he cares that he is the one whom makes his twisted little heart beat with such passion. And in the everlasting darkness of his mind, he knew that even if his band's leader didn't care... not even at all... that he would still love him, so deeply. So deeply it was frightening to him. "I'm still tired."

"You just want to sleep in, and be lazy.... we'll be late." Kaoru's nails work a scratch trail down the side of Kyo's throat, and the other grits his teeth lightly to the sharp, deep feeling. The vocalist shivers, and he takes another small gasp from his abused lips. The dominating man's other hand is slowly traveling up Kyo's left arm to the where two thick, fur lined,studded black leather cuffs bind the vocalist's wrist together. A chain attatches to a loop between the cuffs, securing the younger man to the bed. The hand finds its destination there, traveling over the cuffs in a carress, then to the other man's hands, lacing his fingers through those of Kyo's left hand. His other hand is still scratching, but now, the nails have found there way down to the vocalist's chest. Old scars of self infliction meet new red marks of this dark love addiction, blood being drawn up to blossom prettily on the smooth surface of Kyo's chest. His nipples are hard pebbles, dark against the paleness of his skin. Kaoru leans down to his captive's chest, his tongue darting out between twin thin lips to carress one of the at-attention nipples, then to lap at the blood which is trailing across Kyo's upper rib cage in tiny rivelets.

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Unfinished # 2
(Punishment Room)

He pulled at his bonds, his teeth gritting together as he did so. His lithe, toned body writhed on the floor, his lower extremities grinding against a very abused pillow. He was not in the male chastity belt, but there was something else which was bothering him, driving him mad. His hands bound, he could not touch himself to relieve the pressure building in his swollen manhood, and the pillow wasn’t much help for him either. It was too soft, too abused; the contact amounted to too little. He groaned and rolled onto his back, but his tethered legs and caught wrists prevented him from lying out so that the thing that was bothersome could be solved. He groaned loudly and went back onto his side, almost crying in frustration. He squirmed back a little bit, a whimper leaving his lips as he felt the thing go a tiny bit deeper inside of him. Now it was almost brushing his prostate. He looked over his shoulder, then looked away. Kyo bowed his head and wriggled back once more, but the thing inside of him went no deeper. He started to roll once more, bouncing slightly as he went. By the time he was finished, he’d gotten himself into a very uncomfortable position, his limbs slightly twisted. He gritted his teeth against the pain, and the elastic around his thighs seemed to bite more fiercely into his flesh . . . the thing the two bands held in place inside of him brushed a little deeper once more. He gasped and moaned. The feeling of vibration was closer to his prostate now, almost on it. He found himself thrusting at the air, since he wanted so bad to feel relief. But of course, air was never a sufficient touch to throbbing lust. He kicked his legs as best he could in the tethers, and the mount he was attached to didn't budge an inch. He hadn’t expected it to, but he was able to move himself into a slightly more comfortable position. And once he’d gotten there, he felt the little bugger push on his prostate – finally. He nearly screamed in joy and pleasure.
The way he was bound allowed him to spread his legs, but not put his feet on the ground if he did so. The ropes around his ankles bit into his flesh, but he didn’t care. His hands were under him, and his body was in an uncomfortable arch as he thrust at the air and closed his eyes, his ass grinding back on the little thing implanted within his body. He moaned and panted, gritting his teeth once more as he concentrated on meeting that little buzzing thing within him over and over.

Kaoru watched from just inside the doorway as his lover struggled with the binds and the little humming plug he’d stuck into him while he’d been asleep. The harness around his lover’s thighs was making them turn purple. He knew he’d have to release Kyo soon, but the erotic position the smaller man had gotten himself into was just too beautiful to disturb.
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