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The Voice of a Prophet	By : FilthyWarumono Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Dir en grey are real people and I do not know them. Simply expressing creativity and curiosity in a work of fiction. I am not making any profit from anything I do.

Chapter List
- 1-PROLOGUE
- 2-SETSUNA
- 3-SILVER COIN
- 4-MISSA
- 5-GARDEN
- 6-ZANGEKI NO YORU
- 7-JEALOUS
- 8-PROPHET
- 9-GAUZE
- 10-YUME
- 11-COURAGE
- 12-CAGE
- 13-CHARMING
- 14-TOMODACHI
- 15-SCARLET
- 16-MYAKU
- 17-OSAKA JO
- 18-HIMITSU
- 19-A KNOT
- 20-MACABRE
- 21-SHOWTIME
- 22-SHINJITSU
- 23-AKUMU
- 9
- 10
- 11
THE VOICE OF A PROPHET
Chapter Nine
YUME
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Alcohol.

Bitter. Strong. Powerful. It had the ability to alter your reality, to make your dreams come true. It could wrap you up in courage; it could prove you as an idiot. It could make you nicer, ruder, funnier, or stupider. It could reduce your attention span and slow down your reaction speed. It could slur your speech, make you clumsy, make you irritable, and it could be lethal. It was addicting. It could also make you sexual.

I could taste it.

I hated it – but this flavor was something else entirely different. Rich and sweet, lingering forever like grains of salt spread over the rim of a glass. It was delicious. I wanted more. It tingled against my lips, burned on my tongue, and yet I swallowed it all up, again and again. I was obsessed with this new taste.
And again, our lips crashed together with a fiery passion, sparking the heat between the both of our bodies. I couldn’t help the low groan that spilled from deep within my throat, lost forever into the cavern of his mouth as we shared a fervent, needy kiss. Swollen tiers so soft against the opposite, so wet with desire, so sweet with liquor. Eventually forced to break apart with a suctioning smack, a quick breath stolen into craving lungs and we were at it again – his dropping onto mine and I could feel the vibration of his murr tickling against my plush lips in approval. It felt so good. I parted my jaws, creating an opening that was just begging him to enter, and immediately I felt the rush of that opposing muscle filling my mouth entirely, stroking back over my own tongue in lust. I pressed up against his, trailing just the tip of my tongue over the veins laced underneath, and soon they were intertwining and dancing inside of my mouth with one another to a silent song. The only music flooding my head was the sound of my own heart beat, heavy and quick pounding against my chest. Beating in synch with that opposite of mine. The noise of our ragged breathing moist and thick in my ears, struggling through our flared nostrils as we panted heavily against one another. Mouths entangled together in a secret yearning, too desperate to break. Pressing against him like I could disappear within I began nipping playfully, grazing my somewhat crooked teeth over that textured muscle and soon moving on to those thin lips, pulling the flesh into my cavern and sucking on them affectionately. Obsessively. I wanted all of his rich flavor, and I would remember it eternally.
I don’t even remember how we ended up here. Why we were doing what we were doing to each other, secretively longing for each other in the dark. All I knew is that we were here, together, and I had him. Finally. My surroundings were foggy, I simply didn’t care. I was far too enthralled with the man of my affections entangled in my greedy grasp at last. But I could taste the alcohol, I knew this much. Strangely so prominent, like I had been drinking myself. Maybe I was.
I laced my slender digits into the silken pink locks, intertwined in the loose, long strands as I cradled his head close to mine, pulling him down on top of me. Again I had to break away from our lip lock for a deep breath of oxygen, licking up the small trail of saliva holding our lips together slowly as I ran my tongue sensually over my bottom tier. I cracked open my sharp, dark chocolate eyes only to be met by that hypnotic, glittering auburn stare boring deep into me. Those eyes held me captive, as they always have before. Since the first day we connected I felt as though he could read into my very soul with just a simple glance. And now… now I could see the haze in his hues, one of desire and curiosity. This was the look I always wanted to receive. The one that I always longed for in secret, always wishing and never brave enough to work for it. It was something beautiful.
With a quiet groan I felt myself falling backwards, arms wrapped snugly around the taller form as I sunk with a gentle bounce, surrounded by foreign blankets and pillows and pulling him on top of me. This wasn’t my bed. It smelled of freshly cleaned linen, where as mine back home had a distinct scent that I had grown to ignore. It was a personal blend that just screamed me. The cologne I wore faded with the product from my hair, which mixed my natural body odor and even faintly smelled of sex. Not that I have ever had any in my lonely apartment, but I was good friends with my right hand from time to time. Either way I couldn’t even tell anymore – I had just become accustomed to it. However in the surrounding darkness all I could see was the faint glow of the pale, revealed skin above me, my eyes long ago adjusted to the lack of light. He was naked. So was I, apparently as I took a moment to glance down my own exposed torso. I don’t remember when we took our clothes off. They were probably discarded somewhere along the carpeted floor, leading in an obvious trail towards the bed to be picked up eventually by room service. Yes, we were in a hotel, I remembered now. We were busy filming our new promotional video’s to accompany the release of our first, full-length album.
That meant we were private. Nobody would be able to barge into our automatically locked room.
Letting my sharp eyes drift over the completely exposed male before me I practically drooled. Everything about him was perfect. From the way the wispy strands of artificial black cascaded down his slender shoulders, from the arousing way the dark circles upon his chest perked up in complaint to the surrounding air, to the sensual way his stomach led down to the coarse patch of black hair between his legs, and even to the way his somewhat hardened sex bobbed to life from just the simple intensity of our kisses. I groaned to the mere sight of it, even cast over in dark shadows. Just the thought of even being able to see his organ, let alone feel it and be the cause of it’s excitement was turning me on insanely. I shifted below him, my own erection growing thicker between us, straddled underneath the one person I was constantly thinking about endlessly. I never, ever thought I would finally be like this, with him.
He lowered his body against mine. I could feel the warmth of his heated skin meeting my own, covering me entirely like a blanket – a blanket that I had been working on non-stop for a few years now, and finally the finished product could be draped over me comfortably, protectively. Lifting my hands I trailed them over his bare back, running my fingers over the tender skin completely uncovered to me. He felt wonderful under my touch. Strong and firm, yet with a hint of underlying gentleness that I wanted to be wrapped up within. I traced the ridges of his spine, mentally counting each and every bone and locking the number away deep in my mind. Lower and lower still my hands tickled, until I was cupping over the round mounds of flesh that was his ass snug in my palms. Oh, how I loved it. I could feel the tips of his pink hair tickling over my face and neck as he lowered his thin lips once more, my own head naturally tipping away as I exposed my treasured talent to him. My voice, the one thing that he had noticed in me – the one thing that had kept us together for all of these years. The soft feeling of his mouth being pressed to my flesh brought out a small, sensual purr from within me, swallowing against his touch while he enclosed his lips around my Adams apple. He was branding me. Leaving a mark for the whole world to see, to know what had happened, even as secretive as we were acting. And I would wear that bruise proudly, smack in the middle of my throat. I could feel him sucking the salty skin into his mouth, feel the light gnawing of his teeth against it and leaving a darkened, red welt, and I could only moan quietly to his ministrations. My eyes had long ago fallen shut; dark lashes fanning over my upper cheeks as my plush lips parted, a look of pure enjoyment written across my features. My hands at his rear end squeezed and began massaging the pads of my digits against his ass, fondling and groping him in his entirety. I was being intimate with him.
What exactly had happened that led us to now? I faintly remembered hanging out with the rest of my band members, going out for the night. I remember everyone being challenged in a game, and the losers had to drink a whole lot of alcohol. Had I lost? Either I was very drunk and it graced me with enough balls to finally make a move on my desired leader, or he was wasted and didn’t mind coming on to me like this. In any case, I wasn’t complaining. I was finally with him – alone - and everything I had ever dreamed of doing together was happening now.
A warm exhale left my lungs as I began slowly dragging two digits up the crevice in his behind, pausing teasingly against that tight rim. I was curious – I had never before been with a man. I only had one girlfriend prior to Dir en grey, but she and I were long done for by now. It hadn’t ended well… and then I met him. He stole my heart away in a single moment, and ever since then I didn’t even question my sexuality. I was neither gay nor straight; I simply loved him and nothing more. No one else would ever compare. I felt the male shudder underneath my touches and his soft groans caused gooseflesh to rise across my skin. Even his quiet noises were alluring. There was nothing about this man that I didn’t worship. When finally he pulled off of my throat I cracked open my dark eyes to peer up at him in the night surroundings, only to let my oculars fall shut once more as I could taste that bitter flavor once more against my lips. This time I kissed him passionately, not as rough as before. This time I was enjoying being so close. Our lips smacked continuously together, repeatedly, slowly suckling against one another as our heads tipped to the sides and we pressed against each other. His lips brushed over mine tenderly, our tongues briefly coming out to lap over the opposing mouth and occasionally rubbing against the other muscle sensually. He tasted so good. My hands continued to rub over his ass affectionately, pulling him closer to my sprawled out body and holding him near. I would never let him go. When I felt the tickle of his hand over my stomach I shivered, purring into the confines of his cavern while he only went lower and lower. Talented fingers soon curled lightly around the base of my erect member and I groaned, dropping back against the pillow with a puff. He was touching my most private of areas, and I wanted it. Bad. Tightening my grip against his warm body I offered a subtle arch into his awaiting hand, hinting that he could continue. That I wasn’t afraid for him to play with me. When finally I felt that first, slow stroke all the way to the tip of my organ I shuddered, exhaling heavily as my entire world spun. Many times I have privately imagined the two of us making love together. Him above me with his long hair trickling down over my body, his brown eyes watching mine with lustful need, our moist lips begging for more of the taste. Our groins hard and ready to spill.
I wasn’t sure how it would happen, but I wanted it to. More than anything just then. I just wanted him inside of me, taking my virginity. Yes, I was one. Surprising, ne? I was so sexual, so needy, so hard and horny all of the damn time, yet I have never had sex with anyone. I was saving it for someone special – and I would give it up to him in a heartbeat. Pathetic, I know.
I mewled softly when the musician’s palm returned on my shaft, squirming underneath his very skilled touch. Practiced, like he had done so many times before. Perfect, as usual. I panted, tipping my head back in ecstasy while my fading red locks splayed out against the mattress, plush lips parting sensually while I again lifted my waist to meet his working limb. Touch me. I wanted more. Even just his simple, feather light teasings were making me stiffer - I longed to know what else he could do to me. My fingers dug into the soft flesh at his back harder, keeping him obsessively close to my heated body as he began to beat me off. Have me. I felt another smooth stroke to my swollen sex and I groaned quietly, letting my almond shaped eyes flutter closed and succumbing to the darkness behind those lids while my legs tightened up around his lean form, lacing our lower limbs together like a long together couple’s. Love me. I could hear his own erratic breathing picking up, and just the very idea of him enjoying having me naked on his bed, straddled underneath his long legs and practically crying for him caused me to blush a terrible crimson, staining across my flushed features.

“Fuck me.”

That was the only permission he needed to hear falling past my swollen tiers. He moved quickly, releasing my length and spreading apart my legs, situating himself comfortably between them while the palms of his hands pushed against the back of my thighs until I was practically curled up before him, exposing my tight ring completely to his eyes alone as my legs nearly touched my chest in this position. An audible, sudden gasp spilled from my mouth as I realized just what we were about to do with one another. Finally, my reality. I had no choice but to release my grip on his back as he shifted, letting my hands splay instead above my head. Would this be everything that I had ever imagined? I could feel his sharp eyes greedily looking over what I had to offer - my small virgin hole a clenched ring just waiting to be stolen, the velvety orbs falling up towards my lower stomach as I was tipped back, my erect shaft hard and swollen as it practically curled towards me in arousal. Did he like what he saw? I only flushed harder. I could feel his talented fingers tickling over my rear end, probing at my opening gently. My lower half twitched with anticipation. Would it hurt? When I felt his wandering fingers penetrating me slowly I gasped loudly, letting my lids flutter closed. Further and further inside of me he pressed on, and I could feel my muscles clenching around his digits. I moaned. It felt good, like what he was doing to me was completely natural and like my body had been waiting all of my life for this touch. His hand slowly started up a rhythm, delving deeper and deeper inside of me as fingers pleasantly rubbed up against my interior walls. My arms sprawled out above me, long digits twisting into the blankets surrounding my little form.
“Aahhn~…” I couldn’t help but moan out my obvious, long awaited pleasure. My head rolled against the mattress, red strands tangling up without mercy as I moved. Dark lashes fanned over my cheeks as my sharp eyes fluttered closed, leaving me to the works of my imagination while his talented fingers continued to pump inside of me. My plush lips were parted sensually, letting every heavy exhale rush over the moistened flesh only to be sucked back into my lungs greedily. I had always imagined sex would be wonderful… but this was a hundred times better than I ever could have thought. When he finally pulled out of me I whimpered softly, feeling the gaping void of my soul longing for it’s true counterpart once more while my eyes cracked open and I immediately sought out what the guitarist was doing now. Hopefully he wasn’t leaving me. I could feel his body moving above mine and my legs logically spread apart further, shifting to accustom his new position. I could only stare at him lustfully, that same perverted gleam reflected back at me from his glittering auburn eyes. Have I mentioned how beautiful this man is lately? Time seemed to stop as he simply held my dark chocolate irises within his own, and I knew right then what was going to happen in this moment. Finally.
I could feel the heat. Hard and thick, pressing up against my waiting opening. I groaned. I was really about to make love with my affection - no, my obsession. I could never stop thinking about him. He had me tangled up in his woven, silken web and I was struggling to escape, powerless until he chose to devour me completely. His body shifted above mine, the silky soft strands of his hair spilling over slender shoulders and draping over me like a veil of darkness. The tips of it tickled at my flesh, across my chest and even daring to grace my perked nipples, taught with both the cold air surrounding us and my hot arousal. His hands gripped at the mattress behind me for support, and I took a sharp inhale of breath as he pushed in. Kami-sama… “Oohh~…” A rush of warmth flooded over me, sending gooseflesh racing up and down every limb as he filled me up entirely. I could feel him encased snug within me, and I felt as though the missing piece of the puzzle had finally been set. Before I got too comfortable he was pulling out again only to rock back against me, sending his length deep inside once more. I moaned. I was a vocalist – his vocalist – and I would let him see what wonders my practiced voice could do for him and him alone. Setting a quick and powerful rhythm he took over me, a cry of ecstasy falling from my lips at every thrust and a gasp of pleasure on every withdraw.
He was a musician at heart, even when in private company. I could feel the heavy pounding all through my soul, setting the basis for the piece – constant and hard, powerful and never faltering. Occasionally the tempo would waver, rising until it felt like a single sound beating and beating, slowing down until I squirmed with anticipation waiting for the next hit. My voice was the lyrics. I moaned and groaned, cried and begged, panted and gasped. Oh how I wish that I could record our private song. I would never forget it in my memory, but what I would give to be able to listen to it whenever I wished, taking me away from my depressing routine to this hazy moment when I most needed his support and love.
“Aaahhn~!” I cried out again, writhing in bliss against the bed while my hands were lost somewhere… above me? Around him? Between us? I didn’t even know anymore. A tingling feeling had flooded my limbs as I could feel a familiar tightening in my lower stomach, toes curling reflexively. I was so close… and to have him spill inside me, forever apart of my body – I would finally be complete…

“Kaaaaoruuu!!”

My eyes shot open as I orgasmed, feeling myself come in several short, sticky bursts that milked all over my hand. I was trembling uncontrollably, eyes fluttering as I was suddenly hit with a rush of cold. It was so bitter, my body slick with a fine coating of sweat only chilled further. I felt as though I had been smacked in the face, plain as day. And then came the feeling of immense dread that washed over me, a heavy sinking feeling deep in the pit of my gut and pulling downwards, as if I could be pulled right through that mattress and crash through the floor. I suddenly felt so very lost, so very confused… so very alone.
“Kaoru…?” I squeaked out timidly, eyes wide as I searched for him in the surrounding darkness. The only sound that reached my ears was the constant rattled breathing coming from the rise and fall of my own chest. Nothing. There was nothing around me. No… where did he go? What had I done wrong? To take me so quickly and then… leave?
I scrambled up from the tangled mess that was my sheets, stumbling as my bare feet hit the plush carpet below. “Kaoru-kun?” I asked the night once more, dilated pupils searching desperately for any sign of life. Maybe he had left to shower and I didn’t hear him get up? I hoped. I really, really did. Last thing I needed was to displease my leader in such an intimate setting and then have him straight up abandon me to rot by myself. That thought alone made my stomach churn. I uneasily made my way towards the bathroom, hand groping out blindly for the light switch. When I finally found it my eyes slammed shut as the room was flooded with yellow light, myself swaying unbalanced. I heard no shower…

When I finally managed to crack open my dark eyes, I was met with only the saddened stare of lost chocolate orbs staring straight back at me.

I was in my own bathroom. Covered in my own seed once again. I had no company, and I never would. Now even my own dreams were beginning to plague me about my addiction. What used to be a safe getaway from the real world would now haunt me just as much as working and performing every day did and wrench even further at my heavy heart.

I promptly dropped my naked form to my knees before the porcelain toilet and threw up.

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Wow. Steamy. xD I hope you really enjoyed that chapter... even though I threw a nice twist at the end in for ya. XD I'm an angst writer, what can I say? ;) Anyway, I've been gone at a convention wining some awards! I have another this weekend, so I'll be gone for a while again. But I have very good ideas for upcomming chapters! Leave me lots of love!
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