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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, and do not profit from this work.

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February 14^th - 10:00 pm
Kyo stared blankly at the book in his hands, open to the same page he’d been trying to read for the past half an hour. He was anxious and beginning to feel a little claustrophobic; even with his belongings and his music filling it, the room still felt like a prison. There was a guard outside at all times - Akio, tonight. Apparently the man had been the one to catch Nobuo when he noticed the same suspicious activity that had caught Kyo’s attention, and the chase outside was the only thing that saved his life. He was the only one; Masanori was blown clear across the building, and Yasunari tackling him to the ground was what had saved Kyo, at the cost of the guard’s own life. Kaoru had left him here after the morning in the interrogation rooms, and he hadn’t left since. His afternoon guard had cautiously informed him that he was not allowed to leave the floor without permission and an escort.
Over the course of the day, he had struggled to keep himself busy. Lavish meals had been delivered by a silent, smiling woman in a stewardess’ uniform, and he had picked them apart a few bites at a time. He tried to sleep countless times, but every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Nobuo’s bloody face, dead eyes staring up at him with fanatic adoration. If he tried to ignore it and actually begin to drift off, the greenhaired man would suddenly turn into Shinya, arms bound behind his back, beaten and broken on the red-streaked floor of Hideki’s interrogation room. He spent an hour or two leaning out the window chain smoking, reestablishing his nicotine habits. He scratched out half a notebook of new poems, he reorganized his belongings, he tried to read a book. Anything he could think of to distract himself, to forget.
Forget that he had betrayed Shinya. Forget that he had given Kaoru all of the access codes and directions necessary to infiltrate the Terachi headquarters. Forget that he had given his family’s most powerful enemy everything he needed to completely undermine the security system that he himself had put into place. Forget that he had broken the vow he took so many years ago to protect Shinya and the Terachi family until his final breath.
But didn’t he do it to protect Shinya? Kaoru was planning to kill him, and he had more than enough resources to carry out that plan. Having given up that information might save Shinya’s life when Niikura forces were set to move into the Terachi base. Hadn’t he done everything he could to protect Shinya? Even after the man put a price on his head? Did saving his life count if it meant that life would be spent at Niikura’s mercy?
“Fuck!” He threw the book against the wall in frustration and dragged himself out of bed. He’d taken more painkillers with dinner, but the effort still made his ribs ache, and when he swallowed there was a faint, stabbing pain in his ear. The decision to seek out his captor was one that made his stomach quiver horribly, but he committed to it and pushed himself into motion before he could chicken out.
He stormed across the room and flung his door open. Akio glanced up from the magazine he was reading, taking in Kyo’s house socks, sweatpants, and complete lack of a shirt. “You don’t have permission to go downstairs.”
“I’m not going downstairs,” he grumbled, stalking off down the hall.
Akio was between him and the elevator, and the man seemed content to hold that position and return to his magazine. Kyo padded down the corridor to the large double doors leading into Kaoru’s office and tested them half-heartedly; locked, as he expected. He continued down a side hall and found a heavy wooden door tucked at the end of it. This one was unlocked and he passed through, silent but for the faint crush of carpet under his feet. The room on the other side was spacious and dark, but he could make out a large entertainment system surrounded by plush couches, a well-stocked bar, a pool table, and what appeared to be a sizeable fish tank. There were two other doors in the room, one to his left that was slightly ajar and lead to a dark room, one directly ahead with a thin line of light spilling out from underneath it. As his eyes adjusted, Kyo noticed a collection of framed photographs on the wall between the bar and the television and went to get a closer look.
‘This must be the master suite…’ he thought, head tilted back to look over each photo.
There were several pictures of a pair of boys, ranging in age from toddlers – one with a chubby face and a nervous smile, the other with a tiny button nose and wide black eyes – all the way up to men in their early twenties. Kyo saw the progression of each boy and realized he was looking at Kaoru and Die. He also recognized Tomohiro Niikura – Kaoru’s uncle, and the previous head of the Niikura family – standing with Shigeru Andou and a man that bore a striking resemblance to both Tomohiro and Kaoru, likely the latter’s father.
A strong arm wrapped suddenly around Kyo to clamp both of his arms against his sides and he froze as something cold and hard pressed lightly against the side of his head. His back was pressed against a thin, bare chest, his head bumping back against sharp collarbones. He heard the sharp click of a gun being cocked over his right ear.
Kyo swallowed and spoke quietly, carefully, “I didn’t know you played baseball.”
“What are you doing here, Mr. Nishimura?” Die’s voice was low.
“Couldn’t sleep. …You’ve… known him your whole life, haven’t you?” Kyo looked up at the picture of Kaoru and Die as babies.
There was a pause, then the gun left his head and he was released. The blonde turned around as Die took a step back – hair mussed from sleep and wearing nothing but boxers – and looked up at the photos as well. The door on the left of the room was now open; he assumed those were Die’s quarters. He should have known his presence would wake the man who’d spent his life training to be a mafia lord’s bodyguard.
“Kaoru? Yeah, I have. He’s almost a year older than I am, so he’s always been there. Our parents and his uncle were… close, I’m sure you can imagine.”
“Do you think he’s a good person?”
A lopsided grin was his first answer. “Well that’s a hell of a question, isn’t it? He’s my best friend, but he’s also the leader of one of Japan’s largest mafia families. Can anyone in this business really be a good person, especially one in his position? I guess personally, yes, I think he’s a good person. Professionally… he can be as ruthless as anyone if he needs to.”
“You’ve always known what you were going to do, haven’t you? What your life was going to be?”
Die nodded, soft brown eyes leaving the photos on the wall to regard Kyo curiously. “Of course.”
“If… if you were in my place… what would you have done? If you had to choose between Kaoru dying or being taken alive by an enemy… what would you have done?”
The redhead sighed and ran one hand through his hair. “Well, in theory I would have to be dead for either of those things to happen.”
“But if you weren’t.”
“Well… I suppose I would try to keep him alive. That’s my job, after all, and if he’s alive at least there’s a chance that I could rescue him somehow. A corpse does the family little good.”
Kyo nodded thoughtfully, head bowed.
“Can I trust you not to try to strangle His Majesty, or do I have to stay awake with you?” Die asked, covering a yawn with the hand not holding a pistol.
“A one-man peasant rebellion inside the emperor’s own castle? What good would it do?”
The redhead chuckled, “Not much, I guess.”
Kyo watched the man move, ghost-quiet, back into his dark bedroom. Die held a gun like it was just an extension of his arm. Unlike himself and Kaoru, who had full sleeves on both arms and then some, the only ink Kyo could find coloring the man’s skin was a patch of what looked like scales on his right hand. The rest of his thin, toned body was decorated only with scars of all shapes and sizes, documenting a hard-lived life that contrasted sharply with the easy grin in all the photos on the wall.
The blonde eventually moved away from the wall of pictures and went to the closed door on the far side of the room, one hand reaching out to test the knob softly. It was unlocked. He hesitated for a long moment, unsure, before finally steeling himself and pushing into the room quietly, shutting the door behind himself. Blinking against the light, soft though it was, he took in a room clean but cluttered with guitars, a television from under which spilled half a dozen gaming systems, and books, movies, and CDs stacked sloppily on countless shelves and cases. The owner of the room was currently reclining in his bed wearing only thin pajama pants, flipping through what appeared to be a Gundam manga. Music thumped quietly in the background, heavy with bass and low, powerful drums.
Being in Kaoru’s bedroom was bizarre. Part of Kyo had expected, maybe even wanted the room to be bare and purely functional, not this… explosion of humanity that forced him to accept that Kaoru Niikura was a real person with real interests and hobbies beyond his work. The blonde found himself frozen in place, fighting the vague feeling that somehow being in here was straining a very powerful barrier between himself and the older man.
“You should wear those more often.”
Kyo startled a little. “W-what?”
Kaoru was watching him, and tapped his temple with one finger. “Your glasses. They suit you nicely. What can I do for you, Kyo?”
Kyo blinked and raised a hand to his face, fingers bumping against the wire frames. He’d forgotten to take them off after giving up on his book. He shook his head and moved to stand at the foot of Kaoru’s bed. “You only call me by my first name when we’re alone.”
Kaoru set his book aside, moving to sit up a little more. “I suppose I do.”
It was all the conversation Kyo cared to make; he hadn’t come to talk. Two hands and a knee sank into soft covers as the younger man crawled onto the bed, all battered grace and tempered conviction as he moved slowly to straddle Kaoru’s legs, clever hands sliding up to deftly remove the older man’s pants. Thin hips rose to assist with the task, and dark gold eyes peered over the edge of wire glasses to meet Kaoru’s gaze. Eyes gone velvet black watched, entranced, as full lips parted and a soft tongue came out to run along the length of his rapidly stiffening arousal, from base to tip, before taking it into his mouth entirely.
Thin fingers, bare of their customary jewelry, wound through soft blonde hair as a powerful suction and skilled tongue were brought to bear on Kaoru’s erection, lean legs parting gracefully to make more room for the smaller man between them. The blonde growled deep in his throat, pulling an answering moan from the older man as the vibration sent sparks of pleasure through him, and began a torturously slow bobbing motion. Every upstroke was marked with that velvety soft tongue swirling maddeningly around the head and flicking over the tip of Kaoru’s member before moving back down to swallow him whole.
Dark chocolate eyes opened – their owner unaware they’d closed at some point – when that decadent mouth left with a soft pop. Kaoru watched, flushed with arousal as Kyo slid back down the bed just long enough to slip out of his clothes before climbing back up to straddle his captor’s hips, warm hands resting against the older man’s chest. The tiger tattooed over Kyo’s right hip seemed to come alive as the blonde began rocking against him, their erections sliding against one another with intoxicating friction. The lithe movements of the blonde’s waist were hypnotic, every undulation of lean muscle riding along the bass beat of the music.
Kaoru lifted one hand to brush his fingers over Kyo’s lips, and the blonde responded by taking one into his mouth. The older man moaned as a soft tongue twined around and between each of his fingers one by one before sharp teeth began to nip at them impatiently. When two of those slick fingers moved around and began to press into him, Kyo arched his back and pressed back against them, panting. Kaoru was tempted to take his time preparing the younger man – to torment him as he’d been tormented moments before – but found himself too stimulated to slow his motions.
Kyo was equally disinclined to wait, barely giving the older man more than a couple of minutes to stretch him before reaching back to pull the invading hand away impatiently. Both men choked out deep, gasping moans as Kyo impaled himself on Kaoru, taking him almost all the way in with one decisive push. The blonde’s head fell back in ecstasy as pleasure, pressure, and pain washed over him all at once, in pulsating waves that reached from the tips of his toes to his flushed face.
“That had… to hurt,” Kaoru gasped. The younger man was impossibly tight around him, and it took every last bit of restraint he had to keep from pushing higher up into that scorching heat.
A throaty, indulgent chuckle escaped a panting mouth. “Nnnh… it hurt beautifully, yes…”
The blonde head rolled forward again, dark gold eyes meeting chocolate with a look of such erotic self-indulgence that Kaoru gave up trying to control himself. One hand shot forward, grabbing the skull pendant that bounced against Kyo’s collarbone and dragging the younger man down roughly. Their mouths crashed together and Kyo startled as his world suddenly swung around wildly. He was suddenly on his back, legs hitched up over Kaoru’s thin hips with the man’s heat burning inside him.
Kyo opened his mouth, tongue sliding out to meet Kaoru’s as the older man pushed further into him, burying himself to the hilt. Kaoru swallowed the whimpering, growling moans coming out of that soft mouth, meeting the blonde’s rocking hips with deep, powerful thrusts. Long-fingered hands and bandaged arms stretched up to brace against a sturdy wooden headboard, lean legs clamping around Kaoru’s waist to force him closer, deeper with every push.
Their mouths broke apart when Kyo arched his back and threw back his head to moan noisily. Watching the younger man’s throat flex and undulate with every gasp, growl, and moan reminded Kaoru of watching him sing and he did what he’d wanted so badly to do that night. He ran his tongue up the length of that long, pale column from the curve of an elegant collar bone to behind the soft shell of an ear, feeling blood pulse rapidly and a low voice vibrate through the flesh. A thin hand slipped between them to grip the blonde’s arousal, pressing so insistently against Kaoru’s stomach, and that last delicious bit of friction proved to be Kyo’s breaking point. He convulsed with a roar, his insides clamping around Kaoru’s erection and bringing the older man over the edge with him.
Eyelashes fluttered open, dark gold hazy with satiation. “Kaoru…”
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