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Sick. Slick. Stick.	By : Erzulie Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2646 -:- 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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Title – Sick. Slick. Stick.
By – Erzulie
Contact – ErzuliesDream@yahoo.com
Band – Dir en grey
Pairing – KaoruXKyo (sort of XD)

Disclaimer – Dir en grey does not belong to me, nor do I know them, nor am I making money by writing this. No, I do not think this is true in any way, shape, or form - and I’d be really scared if you thought it was (see real) for some odd reason. If you do, get help XD NOW! This is just . . a load of crap coming from a very demented and perverted mind, for others with equally demented and perverted minds to enjoy and giggle over! If you don’t like what you read, click the lovely little X you see at the topside of the page now, and leave us demented individuals with these twisted pleasures to those strange delicacies that make our toes curl!

Genre – RL-ish and yet A/U? You’ll see!

Warning – NOT WORK SAFE. Tentacles! Air games/Breath play! Spanking! Other fetishes! Very much NC-17, in other words!

Note – This is fantasy. Don’t take it seriously. Be mature, it’s just for fun. And for a belated Halloween gift to ‘weird’ Yaoi lovers everywhere ^^v
Happy Halloween! (Albeit a bit late -.-;)

Ps- Shame? What is this ‘shame’ you speak of? : 3

~ Sick. Slick. Stick. ~

The last bits of the bleached blonde’s clothes were ripped off, and he was flipped mid air – a cry of panic leaving his lips before he could control it - and then he was caught once more, his body in an odd arch. The man kicked out, trying to free himself from the collection of serpentine like vines that were currently holding him high above the ground. Two thick, strong, separate coils wrapped around both of his ankles – spreading both of his legs wide, and making it so his knees bent. Another branch was curled about both his wrists, holding them together and pulling his arms out straight before his body. Had he been lying on a bed, he would have been in the perfect position to be taken from behind. He struggled more, becoming much more violent in his efforts - but then a sudden, sharp smack across the width of his rounded, pert buttocks made him scream in pain and stop for the second at hand.

“You should behave for it.” A voice from below startled him a great deal. Kyo’s eyes went wide when he saw who was looking up at him from the ground. Kaoru was seated on the tatami flooring of his apartment’s living room, his legs spread out and his jeans undone. His cock was out in the open, and it was beginning to stir to life in the curled palm of its owner. There was an odd light in the eyes of the older man, something Kyo couldn’t identify.

“K..Kaoru?” He gasped out lightly, his ass still smarting from the whip like sting the slimy vine had left across his bared bottom. He’d turned his face to look down at the familiar face staring back up at him, the older man’s thin lips spread into an eerie smile. “What the hell is going on?”

“It likes you.” The hawk-like features twisted into a very odd, but joyous expression, and Kyo wouldn’t have been surprised if the other released his swelling cock and clapped his hands with happiness over the statement. Much to Kyo’s relief though, he didn’t. That would have been just more than the singer of Dir en grey could have handled at that moment - being suspended in mid air by . . . well, whatever it was which had him – as he was.

“It? What is it? What the hell has me?” Kyo’s voice was a panicked growl, and he squirmed once more, trying to free himself from the slick, thick bindings of whatever it was that had him. The fast pop across his rounded backside happened again. However, instead of the vine retreating after Kyo produced a cry, it stayed. In fact, it not only stayed - but another vine came up and joined it. The two spread his ass cheeks apart, baring his puckered hole. “Oh my god . . .” He gasped out, shaking his head as he felt another new presence join the other two recent arrivals. That freshest pressure was against the ring of his anus. Kyo could feel the slickness of the tip of the tentacle wriggling about over the tight entrance to his body.

“No, but it can be. It doesn’t have a name, after all.” Kaoru’s chuckle came, haunting and almost cruel to Kyo’s ears. However, it was soon overwhelmed in the small, toned bodied man’s own scream – the tip of the tentacle was swelling, rounding out into a head – a thick, pulsing, smooth head. Then, it was pushing past the barrier of his hole, into the passageway so coveted by the man sitting below on the floor.

“What in the hell?! Kaoru! Help me!” He screamed out, tears coming to his eyes as the thick thing pushed further inside of him, making him gasp. It was so fucking big! He didn’t think his hole would ever be the same after this. The vines stretched his body out a little more –forcing his ass up further and the pulsing, thick vine into him deeper. Kyo let out a strangled cry through gritting teeth, panting with pain. He wanted to vomit, and not in the good way. Still though, it felt. . .good. He hung his head in shame; not believing his own twisted, perverted wants. He worked his knees, as if he could crawl through the air, and then his legs were pulled straight. After a moment, it bent his knees once more, but this time so that his calves, ankles and feet were up in the air.

“Help you?” Kaoru asked, standing up slowly, only taking his hand from his cock long enough to get to his feet. The older stood there, pumping himself as whatever it was which had Kyo lowered the singer down so he was face to face with the other. “But you seem to be liking what its doing.” With that, Kaoru released himself, moving around Kyo’s pretty much horizontal form to reach to his cock. Callused fingertips caressed the head of Kyo’s swollen manhood, and the vocalist moaned softly – that sound being cut off with a sharp gasp as the pulsing staff of the vine shoved into him roughly once more. It had pulled back when Kaoru had touched him, and was beginning to actually fuck the younger of the two then.

“Please!” Kyo screamed out, as he felt the tentacle slide back once more. “Help me!” His eyes squeezed shut and he gasped out harshly when the slick, slimy appendage pushed back inside of him, deeply – hitting his prostate and making the blonde’s whole body jerk in a spasm of pleasure. “Oh god!”

“See. You like what I’ve made for you.” Kaoru whispered softly, caressing the other’s erection more, feeling it throb in his hands. He smirked lightly when Kyo began to thrust gently towards his touch – almost shyly. “Oh, Kyo, you’re acting like you did our first time together. So shy, so unsure of yourself.” The older man purred, and then he released his band’s vocalist, only so that he could take hold of himself once more, slowly pumping his own erection. His other hand reached to the younger’s throat, and he slid his fingertips over the vocalist’s neck lightly. When he retracted that touch, Kyo panicked to feel another vine – this new one being dry against his skin, almost scaly – slide up his back. It reached his throat, and coiled around it, almost in a caressing manner. The blonde man gasped and furrowed his brow, turning his face away from Kaoru’s direction. “And now, the collar is in place. Does that put you more at ease, my squealing beauty?”

“I’m not squealing.” Kyo growled out, his sound almost a grunt. His eyes had opened again, and he was looking at Kaoru once more – the bottomless obsidian locked on the hawkish features. Thin lips smirked back at him, and the guitarist quirked his eyebrow softly.

“Oh, really?” Came the purr, and Kaoru smiled as another vine – smaller, but still thick, inched its way in beside the tentacle already encased in his younger lover’s hole. Kyo did squeal – painfully so, and his body slumped lightly once the second thickness was inside of him. He panted, sweat beading across his forehead, half-hidden from Kaoru eyes by his bleached locks. The guitarist reached up and brushed Kyo’s hair back gently, lovingly – just in time to see the sweat roll in a gentle trickle down his uke’s flesh. “I think that was a squeal, love.”

“I . . . itai.” Kyo gasped softly, tears rolling down his cheeks as well. He lifted his head so he could look at Kaoru, and Kaoru pouted at him lightly, then chucked him under his chin gently with his free hand.

“Good. I know you love it when it does.” The older man whispered, then grinned down at his younger lover. He then reached to the tentacle around Kyo’s throat, and pat it gently. When the guitarist’s hand moved, the tentacle began to squeeze the singer’s neck gently – causing him to gasp. “I also know you love air games. We haven’t played as such in a long while . . . tonight though, is all for you.”

“Ka…kao….” Kyo gasped out, as the tentacle slowly began to squeeze a little tighter around his throat. He tilted his head back, arching more – unable to help the reaction. His lips worked softly, and then he moaned out loud when he felt his older lover lick over the length of his thick erection. The movement was slow, sensual. He rocked his hips, and when he did – the two appendages inside of him began to move at an odd rhythm inside of him. The music of screaming purrs ripped from his lips, choking off from time to time as the vine tightened about his throat in a threat of taking his air completely away. “Kaoru!”

“I love you too, darling.” Kaoru purred, before he licked over the crown of Kyo’s cock, holding the base and pressing his fingers against the pulse. He dipped his tongue into the slit of the vocalist’s cockhead, his eyes closed as he made sensual passes over the throbbing heat, feeling his lover jump softly – hearing the gasps and cries which made sweet music to his ears. There were times when he found himself wanting to make a whole album, just of him fucking Kyo, so the world could hear the way his lover sounded in the truest form of passion. Kyo would kill him though, if he ever tried to record such a thing. He smirked to himself, pulling away from the other’s tip so he could lick down the length, then take his balls into his mouth and suckle them while the tentacles kept tending to the younger man’s other needs. He let his fingers reach into Kyo’s passage as well, and he heard the grunt the blonde made. Kaoru moved his mouth from the other’s balls, and then he began to lick slowly around the stretched flesh of his anus – careful to stimulate only his lover, so the two phalluses thrusting in and out would not grow to the point where their excitement would actually harm Kyo. He lavished over the other’s skin, then moved back to his erection – feeling the younger man kick and cry out, listening to him choke. He felt the tension pass through the other’s body, and as it did, he smiled. Kaoru licked his lips, and the smile grew more – to the point where he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He slowly took the other’s cock back into his mouth once more.

“I’m . . . I’m so . . . close!” Kyo gasped out, tensing again and moaning as Kaoru’s mouth wrapped around his cock, and the man’s throat opened up to receive thrusts from the blonde. The tentacle around his throat tightened its grip as he tensed more, his excitement right on the edge. Everything became rougher in those moments. Kaoru suckled him furiously, the two appendages rammed into his body pounding into him in strange rhythmic unison, the collar like vine around his neck squeezing tighter . . . tighter. As he arched into the tension, feeling the pressure ride through his body and release out into the world – or, rather, into Kaoru’s mouth and throat, he lost his breath finally. He arched roughly once again, snapping his hips up into the air and whimpering as he passed out – his cock still spurting his rich, pearl warmth into Kaoru’s greedy mouth.

When the spasms of Kyo’s climax were finally over, Kaoru pulled away from the other’s spent cock. As he did, he felt a small amount of the slightly salty liquid drip from his lips, to trickle down to his chin. It caught in the hair of his goatee, and he did not think to wipe it away. Meanwhile, the tentacle around the blonde’s throat had already uncoiled and moved away – without having to be told. Kaoru motioned for the group of tentacles to lower the youth all the way to the ground. He heard Kyo inhale, strongly – but he knew the other would not come too for a little bit. The breathlessness of his orgasm and the harsh ordeal of the ‘rape’ would have his mind in sleep mode for a little bit. Good. That gave Kaoru his chance to have his lover the way he was denied so many times. He motioned for the tentacles one more time.

The lengths of vines wrapped up Kyo’s legs, keeping them spread out. They bent the appendages at the knees, so that his upper thighs were almost lying along his limp arms. The vines coiled around them to tie both the upper and lower legs together. As that happened, Kaoru stretched out his arms, closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He rolled his shoulders slowly, and as he did, he let out a gasp, and then a soft cry. The sound of rending flesh could be heard in the other wise silent room. It was a sick, wet, tearing sound. He sighed when the moment was over, then he stretched out his wings to their full span. When he opened his eyes again, they were pale purple – with slit pupils. He looked down at his little mortal love, and he tilted his head gently.

“So beautiful.” He whispered, his voice coming out in a soft hiss of words. He had the tentacles ease up on Kyo’s legs, so that the youth could breathe easier. He led his erection, which in the time he’d let his wings unleash and unfurl from the trap of disguising flesh they’d been in, had grown rather larger (in fact, all of him had), and he eased it into the stretched hole of the sleeping blonde. Kaoru watched Kyo’s face; he saw the soft furrow of his brow, a flutter of his eyelashes. He leaned down, and kissed the side of Kyo’s mouth - and the slow swim to the surface stopped for the moment in Kyo’s mind. Leaving him unconscious as Kaoru began to thrust into him, slow and easy and deep . . .

~~~

Kyo woke up slowly, hours later. He felt sore, all over . . .so sore and achy. He moaned as he came awake, opening his eyes almost hesitantly. He tensed as the memory of what happened came back to him, but there were no traces of the monster that had taken him, and practically raped him in the air while his lover watched. . . And even helped. His lover. Kaoru . . .
Kaoru was next to him on his bed, wrapped in the blankets and snoring softly against his arm. Kyo looked at him, sitting up slowly and moaning. He reached out, and ran his fingers through the softness of the other’s hair, looking over his sleeping face.

“That was a really, really strange dream.” He murmured softly to himself. Kyo’s eyes then searched the room a little bit, and he saw the remains of last night’s dinner – still sitting on his nightstand. Squid. He smirked. That seemed to explain it all, with how his mind worked. “No more of that right before bed.” He sighed to himself. He stretched lightly, and then he lay back down, guessing he had been a bit loopy for sex last night. He smirked gently, looking at Kaoru once more. He saw the bit of dried fluid in the other’s goatee. Yeah, he must have been really out of it. The dream was all he remembered. He shook his head, and then he closed his eyes once again. In moments, Kyo had fallen back asleep.

Kaoru, on the other hand, opened his pale purple eyes up and looked down at the other. He smiled, showing his array of fangs, and he reached out and stroked the other’s cheek.

“A dream you loved, my darling.” Kaoru whispered in his ear gently, kissing the lobe tenderly before nibbling it.

“Hai.” Kyo whispered sleepily back, then he moaned and tried to push Kaoru away from his ear. “Sleeping . . .” He mumbled, causing his lover to laugh at him gently with fondness.

“I know love.” Kaoru kissed him again - then closed his eyes. When the opened again, they were the kind eyes which Kyo was accustomed to. He sat up in the bed. “I’ll fix breakfast now, I think.”

“Mmhmm . . .” Came the sleepy response from the blonde beside him.

~fin~
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