Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

A Secret's Goodbye	By : Sangha Category: > Kaoru/Die Views: 1188 -:- 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-A Secret's Goodbye
- 1
A Secret’s Goodbye

The night was disturbing just like any other night during these past weeks. Kaoru frowned, looking up from the sheets he was reading because his mind was once again occupied drifting off to one certain person. To ignore his instinctive actions he told himself, had been telling that the own mind for God knows how long and did it once more, even if it made no sense to deny the truth. Whenever he heard a noise outside the trailer, he would cast his eyes upwards and expect the door to open because Die was finally back.

But so far same redheaded guy was still missing by nobody else than only Kaoru.

These last weeks had been fun and torture at the same time. Each member of Dir en grey enjoyed traveling through the US, performing in front of a different kind of audience, touring with other bands and having a ball with these guys. But apparently Die was having the best time from all of them. He had developed into everybody’s darling. Whenever he would walk around in the current place they were staying, someone would shout for him and wave, or Die would find someone to chat and laugh with.

It was good; good for Die, good for them, good for everyone but Kaoru. There had been times when he could make the joyful redhead laugh, when they would talk all night through and drink some booze, when that lighthearted smile of his appeared in happiness just because his older band mate was being a dork. But the times had changed, smiles became sporadic, the more serious and bored side in Die emerged often throughout the years until today. Little things had been able to excite the young guitarist back then but with the rising popularity and success it was harder to gain Die’s interest.

And so these Americans were now the center of Die's interest, not Kaoru. Yes, he was jealous. Or envious? Most likely both, but although he had admitted that and his feelings for Die to himself, he denied his mind to drawl too much about the situation. Usually he easily came to terms with his thoughts and shoved them into the most distant corner of his mind but these days it was something else. These days it was harder and more difficult. The reasons were obvious. They literally lived in between these American guys, who gathered so much interest from Die with their plain presence.

The other cause was that the band Dir en grey itself had two trailer, not counting in the crew. In one of them slept the singer, the bassist and the drummer and the other was shared between Kaoru and Die. The bandleader had thought of this as a good idea, having some peace because he knew that Die would go out often; he always did. But another selfish part of him, one that he would never admit, had made him share with Die because he wanted the redhead’s company, a wish that shouldn’t become granted. Die wasn’t here, was doubtless having a ball and all that because of others.

Kaoru huffed out a breath of despair, forcing himself to read the letters in front of him. He had tried to come along with Die, tried to have as much fun, but he simply couldn’t. Sure, Kaoru had had some good times, laughing along with these funny guys they had met here, yet he never connected with them the way Die did. The language barrier was just too huge. It was in vain to try to compete with the other guitarist in his English skills, even if Kaoru had learnt to understand a lot, yet often backed out talking. He had done it. They had laughed. That was it. He’d never even try again.

The sound of some laughter could be heard, coming from outside some good yards away. Kaoru couldn’t help it as he wondered if it was Die. He could honestly see him in front of his inner eye, how he was talking to yet another guy, gaining fun with silly competitions that included beer and liquor, and the way he enjoyed being the center of their attention. And what did Kaoru’s center do? It grieved since everything else had basically died. The meaning of them and their things had died. There wasn’t even a ritual before their shows anymore, at least for the time of this tour. Not that this was Die’s fault but did the guy never miss the old times?

It was undeniably disturbing. Kaoru controlled. Kaoru schemed. Kaoru coaxed. But when it came to Die, he was helplessly failing. It shouldn’t be any different this time. He heard the laughter and voices outside, sure it was Die but he wasn’t alone. The door creaked open and the head, whose one half was dyed in bright red, gazed inside the trailer with still the remains of yet another wide smile upon his lips. He stepped inside, followed by two other males, booze still in hand.

“Thank God you’re not asleep, Kaoru,” Die said, obviously relieved that he could bring his guests along seeing that they quickly settled on the chairs.

They addressed Kaoru, greeted him and he nodded back. The last thing he wanted was to be unfriendly. He liked them. But he was still annoyed, not able to reject the feelings of jealousy that Die provoked. Kaoru could handle him going out but bringing his party comrades with him inside the only place of peace that existed around here; that was too much. Yet, Kaoru stayed calm and wondered if it actually would’ve made any difference to Die if his band mate was awake or not. In truth they wouldn’t have cared, would they?

“Hey Kaoru, want a beer?” He declined Die’s offer by shaking his head and shut his magazine. His decision was quickly made even if it took Kaoru’s mind quite some effort to see that he really wasn’t needed here; nor that he had to be part of it. It was the warmth of this place Die and his friends desired, not Kaoru’s company.

In a swift movement the older guitarist stood up and grabbed the worn-out jeans-jacket he had casually thrown across a chair hours ago, slipping inside.

“Are you going out?” Die could’ve answered the question on his own seeing that Kaoru opened the door and simply nodded. The younger of both was left without explanation of where he was heading or why, but knowing the other man he figured that he would’ve his reasons.

The night’s air wasn’t too chilly but Kaoru still felt cold, maybe in effect that he had no place to go and felt accordingly. He walked around the place between trailers, most of them quiet and dark, until he was stopped by a couple of men he knew. They called him over, addressed him friendly and handed him a welcomed beer. There wasn’t anything Kaoru would’ve to say to them but he still stayed in their company just for the sake of drowning some of his sorrow. He had a vague image of what Die would most likely do with his friends. It may have been a silly thought but poisoned by jealousy Kaoru’s mind refused to think any differently.

One hour had passed, maybe even two, when Kaoru finally decided to go back. He felt lightheaded, not used to drinking, although years ago he wouldn’t have minded the amount he had drunken. But these days he hardly drank and quickly became dizzy, which was appreciated right now. Of course his thoughts were still invaded by Die but it didn’t feel as bad anymore, more like as if he wouldn’t care. It was better with the bitter smile on his face than no smile because of the bitterness inside his heart. It clenched and the tightness that spread inside his chest was hardly bearable.

He entered the trailer clumsily, chuckling at everything that not even made sense. The jacket was shrugged off and since there was no light, he tumbled to the bed in which Die was probably already sleeping. It was silent and if Kaoru’s own breaths weren’t as loud, he could’ve heard the other’s steady breathing. He didn’t care; for all he knew, he didn’t. Die could sleep when Kaoru was gone, completely the opposite to when Die wasn’t back.

A sudden wave of careless rage wracked through Kaoru’s system as he stepped close and then climbed on top of Die, a bit awkwardly though. Lacking complete control over his body, he snuck one knee between the other man’s legs and brought his face close, hands aside Die’s head. As he opened his eyes with confusion written in them, Kaoru smirked down, stupidly. Startled, the other guitarist let out a choked bawl before he realized that it was only his band mate, until right this fact made him look irritated and a little freaked out. But Die quickly reminded himself that there was nothing to worry about.

“Kaoru, what—?” Die wasn’t sure with what he was supposed to finish his question. He stared at Kaoru, trying to read from his expression, from his eyes, but there was something he hadn’t seen before. It was somehow scary but still Die knew the other for way too long to be afraid of him. Kaoru was trustful, anything but a guy one could expect the worst from.

“Hey Die,” Kaoru lowly said with his deep voice as he cockily smiled a little beam of amusement. He actually felt like giggling but instead he settled for dreamily staring at the other, floating in the beauty he saw within this face. In Kaoru’s eyes Die was perfect, always had been, most of all his lush lips that invited to kiss. In a matter of no time, he gently put his hand at the side of the other’s cheek and dropped his head to seal their lips.

It was bliss, even if Die didn’t respond to any movement of Kaoru’s lips. But clouded by rashness it didn’t matter, not yet. Not firm, nor fast, did Die bring up his palms to push against the body upon him, not panicking but frozen. It was easy to guess that his faithful bandleader wasn’t sober, his taste giving the final evidence, his behavior had been a clue. With gentle force Die pushed him away, enough for them to break the kiss but with Kaoru still on top, not giving up on his position. He groaned in disappointment, pouting and snorting.

“Get off me,” Die resolutely voiced out his order but laid a gentle tone in it.

To give up that easily sounded quite ridiculous to the other and he shook his head chuckling. “No, I won’t.”

“Uh, but you’re heavy.” To Die it seemed that Kaoru made fun of the whole thing and so he did as well. This couldn’t be serious for all he knew.

“I am not!” Kaoru insisted and shifted his weight to prove it, intentionally rubbing his crotch against Die’s slender frame. “I bet these huge Americans are much heavier.”

The other ignored the remark because it held no meaning to him, disturbed by something completely different than his friend’s or any other person’s weight. “But drunk you are.”

Vehemently the older one shook his head. “I assure you, I am not.”

Die rolled his eyes backwards at the obvious lie and once more pushed against the smaller guy’s body halfheartedly. “Get off me, idiot.”

“No.” This time Kaoru narrowed his brows and stared down at Die, upset that he was insulted and everything but welcome. “I don’t want to.”

“Gods, and what exactly do you want?” Unconsciously Die’s eyebrows raised as he expected Kaoru not even able to answer, sure the other didn’t even know that for himself, lost on his way to bed. But instead the older one’s lips formed into a dirty little smirk, bangs of his dark hair shadowing his eyes too much for Die to tell what was going on in them.

“That you can’t tell disappoints me,” Kaoru bitterly purred before he pressed his lips against Die’s once again. He wanted to kiss him, desperately seeking for that special physical link that generally opened the doors to more corporal attention. In urgent moves his lips tried to make Die reply, nipping the bottom lip impatiently.

Die heaved a frustrated groan from deep inside his throat, finally fed up with the other man’s attempts to… get him laid? That wasn’t the Kaoru Die knew and if he truly thought that he could just screw him, than he would be wrong. With a silent vow to put some sense into the bandleader’s mind, Die fiercely held onto his shoulders and pushed him off. He sat up quickly, his back turned to Kaoru who wearily rolled to the side, defeated.

“Shit, what the fuck’s wrong with you?” Die shot a narrowed glance across his shoulder at his band mate, not only accusing him with words but also looks. “You’re gone crazy.”

With a snort Kaoru let his body fall flat on his back. He covered his eyes with his left forearm, the right hand was lying on his chest as if to sooth the pain of rejection. And so he grinned as much as he could, stupidly, pretending the strength and indifference he lacked. In truth he rather felt like crying but these unshed tears weren’t allowed to fall ever.

“Kaoru, answer me. Where’s your problem? Even drunk you’ve never ever been like that.” Inhaling deeply, Die pressed out a breath between his teeth. The refusal to talk made him angry. “What’s suddenly gotten into you?”

“Anything but sudden,” Kaoru muttered more to himself than Die. He had wanted to do this for God knows how long and only to Die it was a sudden change in attitude, clueless Die who had been oblivious to his friend’s state of misery.

Die turned, questions in his eyes, staring at the lying man beside him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The other had given up on his tries, dejectedly preferring not to talk anymore. “Nothing.”

“Didn’t feel like nothing to me,” Die replied sharply and looked at Kaoru, more and more annoyed by his exterior. The older one didn’t move, nor said anything though, just laid there with his lips pursed. Die groaned and put his face in his palms for some time before he lifted his eyes and fastened them on his friend. He wanted him to speak, no matter if he refused. Quickly crawling above him, he took his wrist in his hand and pulled the arm that laid across his eyes off to the side. Too sudden Die’s move that Kaoru would’ve had a chance to protest. So he settled for glaring at the other.

“You know what? You’re freaking me out. I’d so like to punch your lights out right now. Either you tell me what’s wrong or I really kick you in the head, I swear.” Once Die had made his point clear, Kaoru’s instant reaction was to be pissed that his friend even dared to voice out this empty threat.

“Fuck you,” he simply spat, trying to provoke Die.

“You wish, asshole,” Die shot back in no time, not even thought about for a split of a second.

“Maybe so,” Kaoru pressed out between clenched teeth. “But I can live with the fact that you prefer to be fucked by your foreign friends. Kicks you, right?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” By all means Kaoru sounded as if he was jealous and that was something completely new to Die. But it angered him and brought out a rage that suddenly had built inside of him caused by his supposed to be friend’s assumption. Eyes narrowed, he glared the other one down and sweetly hissed: “Bloody nobody’s allowed to fuck me. Got that?”

The beat of Kaoru’s heart was incredibly fast and it pounded against his chest. The argument between them had already crossed borders that hadn’t been imaginable during the last years and the affection the smaller man felt towards Die wasn’t making the situation any tiny bit better. But Kaoru’s stubborn nature refused to believe his friend. “C’mon Die, I know you long enough to know that’s not true.”

For a moment Die only stared at his skeptical band mate before an idea crossed his mind. He tilted his head and shrugged, a smug look dancing in his eyes. Unexpected by the other one, he leant down to press his full lips against Kaoru’s and swept his tongue out to taste him. Against his will a groan emitted from Kaoru’ mouth, risen from deep inside his chest, the anticipation of any physical attention from Die too strongly desired to deny. Eagerly, he replied to the kiss and opened his mouth to dart his tongue between the other man’s lips.

With delight Die registered the reaction, playfully exploring the open mouth but putting a tender vigor into it. If Kaoru wanted him that desperately, he wouldn’t deny him the experience. His tongue roamed around the other, entangled in a battle that quickly stirred up their lust, their lips nipping and mouths sucking. Die let go of the wrist he was still clutching and traveled his palm down Kaoru’s chest until he reached the hem of his tee shirt, slipping greedy fingers underneath the cotton fabric. The warm skin felt smooth against his raw fingertips and the more of it he touched, the more it turned him on. Pressing his flat palm down, he ran it up Kaoru’s naked chest, pushing his tee shirt upward in the process to gain more access.

A tiny yelp gathered its way from out between Kaoru’s hungry lips when these adamant digits circled his nipple and efficiently brushed against the hardening nub several times. It made the older one growl lowly as he suppressed the urge to gasp out loud, the feeling too much to take to keep really silent. He wrapped his arms around Die’s slim waist and got a hold of his shirt, urgently pulling at the cotton until the other man rose just enough to get rid of the unnecessary cloth. His upper body slightly lifted, Kaoru pulled off the own tee-shirt and carelessly discarded it somewhere next to him. All he wanted was to feel more of Die’s skin on his, their lips joined, tongues dancing and hands exploring.

It was appreciated by Die and once he had tasted the other’s lips again, his traveled down to scrape the tip of his tongue against the pulsating neck. Softly he bit into the sensitive flesh and nipped the thin skin that was still pale on this one side. His right hand moved downwards and bluntly covered Kaoru’s crotch, stroking across the thick material of his pants, agitation undoubtedly palpable. Leaving little red marks on Kaoru’s neck, Die trailed his lips down to the other man’s nipples and licked around one with his tongue before he nipped it lightly and sucked it in between his demanding lips. He didn’t stop to move his hand, now faster and more firmly, and made the older guitarist buck his hips into the touch as low sounds of enjoyment escaped him.

Die highly welcomed the strong response. He could feel the other one growing underneath his touch, the shape and stir engendered by Die’s actions. Shifting further down the bed, he opened Kaoru’s belt with agile fingers and let the buttons of his pants slip open without much effort. His hands reached for the waistband of the black trousers and slowly pulled them down as soon as Kaoru had perked up his hips to make it easier. A little smile of smugness tugged at one corner of Die’s lips when he abandoned the cloth on the floor. Too big the temptation to resist, he teased and started to caress the outlines of Kaoru’s arousal through his boxers.

Kaoru bit his bottom lip and groaned. He needed Die to touch him firmer and reared his crotch up to meet his friend’s tangency, pleased when he finally hooked his thumps in the way too tight feeling shorts and pulled them down, exposing the hardened flesh. The younger man could feel how his groin flared up at the mere sight, not prepared to be this much affected. Of course Kaoru was a sexy hunk in Die’s eyes but this was even more randy than he could’ve ever imagined. And it was dangerous, a thing that maybe spiced this up even more, too. With an ever increasing lust inside of him, Die leant down to let his tongue brush across the tip of the uncovered member. Kaoru moaned in appreciation and unbeknownst to himself reminded Die to take this more dominant, demonstrating some more power over the other man.

His palm traveled along one creamy thigh and halted only to wrap its fingers around the base of Kaoru’s erection, pumping in small gentle strokes, while Die’s lips opened to enclose around the tip. His tongue swirled around it before he took Kaoru’s length deeper in his mouth, sucking lightly. He wanted him to last and therefore kept his ministrations quick but faint. Absorbed in unfamiliar events, the other man closed his eyes for a moment and automatically buried his fingers in the red and black hair of his band mate. He took another staggered breath after the other as he felt his cock being burrowed in this wet mouth and almost being completely pulled out again.

With satisfaction Die repeated his actions and snaked one of his hands alongside underneath one of Kaoru’s thighs between them until he could sense the puckered skin of the narrow way inside his body. Too drawn into the pleasure of Die’s blow job, Kaoru nearly missed the little touch but once a digit pressed against his entrance, he hissed out a little gasp. He hadn’t expected Die to be that kind of type, which wasn’t a problem really, but Kaoru liked to control and hence would rather fuck than to be fucked. But Die’s mouth was quick, it was good, too good and suddenly the finger was gone anyway. Relieved, the smaller guy leant his head back and emitted a moan of satisfaction.

But Die was far from giving up, instead being far more motivated than in any of their both wildest dreams imaginable. Eagerly he coated two of his fingers with salvia inside his mouth before he brought them back to Kaoru’s entrance and went on to greedily lick the alert member with his nimble tongue. Giving no time to protest, Die’s index finger slipped into the tight canal and withdrew again, before he pushed it deeper inside the next time. Kaoru groaned out loudly this time, partly from a little annoyance at his friend’s frank measures and partly from the still too much to bear pleasure given to his erection. He sharply turned his head to the side and took some shaky breaths as his mind was spinning with different kinds of sensations.

Kaoru wanted Die badly and this was all he had ever dreamt of in so many sleepless nights when he had found pleasure only from himself or random women that meant nothing to him. It was Die who he truly adored and desired, the man who was right now demanding to fuck him, obvious through his actions, and if not Die, then who else could be more enjoyable being fucked by? There was simply no one else and that was reason enough for Kaoru to bent one of his knees and spread his legs a little wider for Die who was about to push two fingers into his newly discovered lover anyway. A burning sensation made Kaoru clench his teeth but he forced his body to ignore the pain that the intrusion incited, concentrating on the moist mouth that engulfed his throbbing member.

Die had thought about how he could make this more comfortable for his friend but he knew there was simply nothing inside of their temporary home they could use as some kind of lubricator. He let go of Kaoru, mouth sliding off and fingers out, and crawled even further down until he was settled between the smaller man’s legs. Die pushed the thighs wider apart with his hands and dipped his tongue down to where once his fingers had worked their way inside of Kaoru. A moan sounding so unlike the composed bandleader escaped between for air panting lips at the feel of a lively tongue that discovered his most intimate places.

Turning his face sideways, Kaoru tried to suppress his uncontrollable moans but the more he tried, the harder he failed. Instead his dry lips muttered his friend’s name unconsciously, the heat in his lower parts rising to being unbearable. Die continued his actions, having heard quite well that his name had left the other man’s lips, but only when Kaoru’s pleas repeated themselves, the younger one sat up and hastily pulled down his boxers. He settled on top of Kaoru and heatedly kissed him before he broke their lip-lock and looked at him.

“Say it again,” Die whispered.

“What?” Kaoru truly didn’t get it, gasping lowly in question. He could clearly see the want in Die’s eyes and whatever he desired to hear, Kaoru would certainly say it.

“Say my name,” Die purred in a low voice and rubbed his naked arousal against his friend’s thigh.

“Die,” the older one repeated, purposefully giving away his lust with a little smile on his lips. The effect it had was shown in the other man’s expression, making his eyes turn darker.

“Say that you want me to fuck you,” Die now demanded. He was dieing to be finally inside of Kaoru, making him scream out his name soon. But first he wanted to hear it from the other man, too tempted teasing.

Eyes narrowed, Kaoru bucked up his hips in impatience, growling out his reply. “Fuck me, Die. Just fuck me.”

Pleased, the younger guitarist ran his fingers through the thick mop of his friend’s dark hair and bent down to seal his demand with a ferocious kiss in which he laid all the craving he felt right now to grant his mate’s wish. Their kiss soon broke apart when Die sat back on his heels and, licking his lips, reached out to take Kaoru’s cock in his hands. He gave it some firm but slow strokes that made the other guy emit another growled moan and jerk up his bottom.

For a second Die could’ve lost it when everything inside of him just longed to plunge his cock deep inside his friend and fuck him until he would break. But the caring part inside of Die, his conscience and better knowledge made him get up and quickly gather a condom from out of his wallet, stored there just in case. That case was now and the slender-framed man didn’t hesitate when he got back into his previous position and quickly adjusted the necessary item onto himself. His gaze wandered along the gorgeous man lying in front of him and the sight made his eyes sparkle before he prudently shifted forward and slowly pushed himself into Kaoru.

His muscles tensed when Kaoru was being filled, even if he adored the sensation created by their physical connection. Shakily he inhaled some air into his lungs when Die started to rock his hips against him. Kaoru hissed out in pain caused by the actual motion inside of him that repeatedly reminded him of the fact that they weren’t using any kind of lube. Every tiny move made him emit small sounds that couldn’t be held back by any chance but he began to be far from caring about it. Too thrived by pleasure, he leant his head back into the pillows and welcomed each of Die’s thrusts with a low gasp.

“Gods…” In amazement Die uttered, hardly audible, as his eyes drank in the sight that revealed in front of them. Never in his wildest dreams he would’ve thought of this moment, that he of all people would actually take their leader. For some of them he had still been unreadable; untouchable. One of them had been Die, never sure what to make of Kaoru’s actual person. Now right this person was writhing in pleasure underneath his hardly younger band mate, clutching the covers tightly in his well-shaped, talented hands.

Pacing up, Die bent forward and attached his mouth to Kaoru’s lips, instantly met with his seeking tongue. The smaller guy’s arms wrapped themselves around his friend’s torso, running palms across dampening smooth skin, as he kissed him back as passionate as he could manage. It proved to be nearly too much effort to kiss as proper and tenderly as he knew he could while he was helplessly gasping from their actions.

Die raised his head and almost smiled in satisfaction, before he attacked the other man’s neck with fierce kisses from challenging lips. He didn’t even realize when he left a bright purple mark there, too drowned in still increasing need, getting a little closer to his edge with each thrust. But even if his mind had shut off, his body told him that he could still do better, give harder and go faster. Sitting up again, he sped up and thrust harder. The changing angle made Kaoru suddenly see stars and he groaned out a strangled cry, digging the tips of his fingers into Die’s knees. Uncertain for how long he could take this without passing out, Kaoru began to whisper small pleas.

It was draining but thrilling and Die didn’t see any point in tending to his friend’s aching member. Instead he slowed down until he stopped all movement and pulled out, trying to catch his breath as well.

“Turn around,” he hoarsely told Kaoru and gently urged him when he grasped one of his thighs in an attempt to help.

Obediently the older of both rolled onto his stomach and bent his knees to lift his weary body. Although he could rather stay and provide his body some rest, his need for release had grown almost unbearable, so all he could do was follow his friend’s instructions. Propping himself on his elbows, Kaoru offered himself to Die without resistance and was being rewarded as Die entered him again and hit the right spot immediately. Doubtless, it caused pain but at the same time incredible feelings that could only be expressed within another deep moan.

In a fast but firm rhythm the taller man thrust forward again and again while his hands unconsciously wandered across the damp skin of his friend, until he rested them on his butt. When Die licked his lips, he could feel the salty taste of sweat but his lips just felt too dry all the time. He cast his eyes downwards and watched himself pumping into Kaoru, so close to the edge that he gripped his hips harder and dug his fingers into the pale flesh. A small yelp that was so unlike the calm bandleader urged Die to provide his friend with an even greater amount of pleasure.

Kaoru’s fingers reflexively wrapped themselves into the covers that surrounded him as he felt wave after wave of thriving bliss flood his body. His lips twisted into a little smile when Die leant forward and planted chaste kisses between his shoulders, then from his neck to the beginning of his tattooed upper arm. Sighing heavily, Kaoru turned his head slightly just enough to meet the other man’s gaze, before he reached for his hand and guided it to his weeping member. A tiny grin spread on Die’s lips but he took the hint and enclosed his fingers around the hard flesh.

Closing his eyes tightly, Kaoru groaned out loud and pushed himself against Die who didn’t move his hand at all.

“Die… please…” Panting for air, Kaoru almost whined but with the next particular hard thrust, he growled in a frustrated manner. “Don’t fucking tease!”

Die only smiled at his friend’s outbursts, knowing too well that it was he who held the strings in his hand and he showed it. Pacing up madly, he made Kaoru easily gasp and moan and nearly lose balance but that Die wouldn’t let happen. Shifting close enough to thrust even deeper, he tightened his grip around Kaoru’s needy hardness and began to bring sweet release. He was so close to the edge himself that he moved his hand in a frantic tempo, making the man underneath whimper in delightful surrender.

Kaoru pushed back against Die to meet each of his thrusts as hard and fast as his body’s strength would allow, acting on its own without any rationality left. When he could feel himself near his peak, one of his hands reached out to covers Die’s, just to make sure that he wouldn’t stop his ministration before his time. Whimpering, Kaoru bit down on the covers that lay in front of him when his whole body vibrated from the violence of his orgasm. Pleased, the other man felt the sticky liquid in his hand that was probably covering some of the sheets by now, too, and quickened his thrusts for one last time, being driven over the edge by his friend’s sudden climax.

“Kao…” Die moaned the other’s name with a deep growl as he gave in to the sensations and came within the other man. His moves slowed down until his body collapsed on the damp skin of Kaoru’s back. In bliss Die placed a small but tender kiss on his spine while he was trying to catch his breath back. Their clammy hot skin felt like fire against one another but Die couldn’t care less. The closer he was Kaoru now, the better it was, even although this would somehow mentally disturb him if he had the time and mind to think about it right now. Instead he pressed another small kiss on the naked shoulder and smiled.

Carefully he retreated and lifted his worn body off the other man, pulling out of him as well. He watched as Kaoru sank down into the sheets, face down on his arms that spread drained like the rest of his body. His chest was still heaving, his breaths fast and uncontrolled but slowly becoming more even. With a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips Die quickly got rid of the used rubber and laid down behind the other man, snaking one arm around his waist. Die’s other hand reached out to tug some of Kaoru’s dark hair from out of his face, clinging there. To see Kaoru like this made Die proud, not just because he had plainly fucked him, but because Kaoru had chosen Die and nobody else.

The taller man edged a little closer and pressed his lips down on Kaoru’s shoulder, kissing the sweaty, pale skin. Not able to hold back his little chuckle, Die tightened his grip around his friend and said: “You see, Kao, nobody fucks me.”

Turning his head to actually look at Die, the smaller man glared but he couldn’t be angry right now, too content lying there with the man he adored. A tiny smirk formed on his lips as he shifted his head and looked away again. “Bastard.”

“Yeah,” Die retorted almost happily before he turned serious and lifted himself a little to meet Kaoru’s eyes. “But one who cares about you and I don’t like you to talk to me like you’ve done before. Hell, I hate that you think of me as… a slut? Like I’d go ‘round and ask to be fucked by everyone. You of all people should know I’m not like this.”

In the instant Kaoru felt guilty. He had been drunk and most of all jealous and even if Die just like no other man couldn’t live without it, he was still no whore. The older one cast his eyes down and bit down on his bottom lip. “Sorry. I’m sorry for that.” Looking back up into Die’s eyes, he could see that he wasn’t that angry. Kaoru quickly rose to kiss Die’s lips with tenderness. “Forgive me?”

“This once.” Nodding, Die smiled and settled down to spoon against Kaoru’s back, once more tightening the embrace he held him in. “Now sleep.”

The younger guitarist closed his eyes and when he felt Kaoru covering his hand with the own one, Die merrily grinned to himself. There would be no way that he won’t enjoy the newly gained knowledge about the tough bandleader in the future.

In front of him Kaoru had closed his eyes as well, too spent to talk or think, an appreciated change for that matter, knowing that he simply should’ve acted way earlier. Now his secret was out for good.

The end.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Secret's Goodbye