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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- 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, X Japan, or KISAKI, and do not profit from this work.

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Men and women of the underworld swarmed the halls, confident, comfortable, and unhurried in the work to which they were deeply accustomed. Some wore identical black suits, finely tailored and cut in such a way that the arsenals tucked beneath the outer layers were all-but invisible. These individuals had hard eyes and resolutely squared shoulders, secure in the knowledge that they had both the will and the means to protect their home and their family from any threat. Others were strikingly – almost painfully – beautiful specimens of humanity, dressed in only the most exquisite fashions, jewelry and discrete make-up flawlessly applied to accent their inherent perfection. These people were bold, welcoming onlookers the way spiders welcome insects to their webs, comfortable with the use of their remarkable looks and skilled bodies as a means of getting what they wanted from the rich and powerful.
Every one of these people – criminals all, poised and stoic, hardened by lives wrought with constant dangers both manifest and unseen – averted their eyes and wilted pitifully against the walls, clearing a wide path for the raging thunderstorm known as Kaoru Niikura to pass through. He didn’t spare them so much as half a glance. Tens of millions of yen had to be lost to get him into such an insidious fury, and a couple dozen men had to die. Most of them were accidental deaths – a result of the same careless greed that had lost the money – but some of them were by Kaoru’s orders, and two were by his own hand. Which was a mess that had damned well better be cleaned up out of his office before he got back tomorrow.
He was seething as he passed through the doorway into his suite, shutting and locking it behind himself with a decisive flick of the wrist. He wanted nothing more to do with anyone tonight; unless the mansion was burning down and security was coming to drag him out of the flames, he was fairly certain he would just shoot the next person that spoke to him. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the door, taking a moment to savor the peace and silence of his quarters.
“For some reason, my heart has rejected him… his form is changing – far away, but all too close…”
Kaoru’s eyes snapped open, brows drawing in over them in a deep scowl. Someone – a deep, strong voice that he didn’t recognize – was in his quarters, without his permission… singing? He was in absolutely no mood for any such bullshit. Pushing himself off the door, he went to investigate.
“Should I wear a mask? So I can hide my face, drawn with tension, when I’m with him… My heart – lost in my body – will someday leave me…”
The voice was incredibly smooth, singing at a sweet, slow cadence, but he wasn't in a mindset to appreciate it in the least. As he passed through the hallway, he realized that it was coming from his bedroom. A territorial growl escaped him. Face pulled tight into a vicious glare, Kaoru pushed the door open-
“I’ll bloom as the poison flower… and become the flower that blooms again.”
-and suddenly his temper just didn’t seem worth holding on to.
Kyo was out of his cell, watching him now with bright honey eyes, but it wasn’t the same Kyo he’d left that morning. His hair – freshly bleached to a rich sun-gold from root to tip – had been cut, cropped short above his left eye and hanging longer to obscure the right half of his face in feathery spikes. He’d been given jewelry; a dozen earrings, a nose stud, lip rings flashing subtly in the warm light of the soon-to-be-setting sun. A touch of dusky eyeshadow stained his upper eyelids, and subtle gloss traced across his lips. His eyebrows had been plucked into delicate arches, and from what Kaoru could see, the baby-fine dusting of body hair that he had, had been waxed off.
It was nothing dramatic. A handful of little details to enhance the blonde’s appearance without really changing it, but the effect was striking. Even his pose was simple, but deeply enticing: spread supine on Kaoru’s bed with one leg bent modestly, moving dreamily to the beat of the song only he could still hear. Laying that way, wearing only one of Kaoru’s white dress shirts – hardly buttoned, sleeves stretching down over his hands, the bottom hem reaching just barely far enough to cover his hips – the blonde became a perfect picture of sin-soaked innocence.
Kaoru was, like most men, plenty excited by the sight of a beautiful person in the nude. But for him, what caught and kept his attention was a partner stripped down to all but the last stitch. The demure obscuration of only the most important parts turned the simply sexy into the maddeningly seductive, and coming from his usually-reticent pet, the tease was almost unbearably effective. Then the blonde was moving with mercurial grace to kneel with his ankles on either side of his hips, hands pressing against the covers between his knees, and the shirt slipped off to one side. It was a modest covering of the genitals with a brazen display of so much leg and a coy glimpse of one shoulder – an undeniably masculine body in a decidedly feminine pose – and the juxtaposition was delicious.
A soft, pink tongue peeked out to trace languidly over a full lip, and Kaoru forgot what he’d been angry about, or that he’d even been angry at all.
Shutting the door behind him, Kaoru moved over to the bed, and his eyes caught on two things. The first was that, with Kyo kneeling the way his was now, the shirt hitched up just enough to reveal the lower curve of his ass, nudged up by the gentle swell of the younger man’s hips. For a moment, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from that little peek of less-than-innocent flesh. The second thing he noticed was that Kyo’s eyes were unusually glossy, his pupils flared out to leave only a narrow band of dark gold around the edges. Odd, considering it wasn’t all that dark in the bedroom.
One of Kyo’s hands reached up, catching Kaoru’s tie and tugging it free of the vest it had been tucked into, then winding it slowly around his fist, apparently entranced by the crimson silk. Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, tactile arousal, the noticeable absence of customary apprehension, and what was obviously Toshiya’s hand in getting the boy primped up… Understanding dawned on Kaoru, followed by amusement.
“Kyo,” Kaoru murmured, “Does the word ‘Methylenedioxymethamphetamine’ mean anything to you, by chance?”
Kyo cocked his head, thoughtfully. “Hmm…”
“Shit!” Kaoru swore, eyes widening just slightly as the younger man yanked suddenly, dragging him down by his tie. The world spun and he found himself on his back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, with Kyo straddling his hips. He was tempted to smack the younger man – a touch of temper flaring at his pet’s boldness – but a larger part of him was fascinated by this new attitude, curious to see where it would lead.
“Nope.”
Inside his own mind, Kyo was absolutely soaring. Everything was so much more than it used to be and he reveled in a pervasive sensory overload. In the time since Toshiya had left him, he’d more or less forgotten why he’d accepted that little purple pill, why it had been so important that he be relaxed. Something about Kaoru having a bad day? The thought had upset him, he remembered; he didn’t want Kaoru to be unhappy. While waiting for his master, though, he’d become distracted, luxuriating in the sound of his own voice singing and the slide of the soft blankets against his now-hairless legs.
Now, Kaoru’s tie was so much redder, so much smoother than he’d expected, and he decided he liked how it looked and felt around his hand. The vast majority of his fear for his captor had been drowned out by an undefined euphoria and a sudden need for company and contact. He wanted to be closer to Kaoru – wanted to see and hear and smell and taste and feel more of the man underneath him – and somehow, that desire didn’t perturb him in the slightest. Nor did the heat slowly pooling in his lower belly, though it certainly had his attention, and he knew what he wanted to do with his new-found energy.
Grinding his hips down against Kaoru’s, taking in the man’s ever-impeccable appearance, a thought occurred to Kyo. His face lit up with an intoxicated flush as he leaned down to purr in the other’s ear, “Ne, Master Kaoru… can I tell you a secret?”
Kaoru’s eyelids fluttered a bit and he swallowed a groan. Gods but his pet had a sweet voice when it wasn’t pitched in fear; low and rich with tacit sin. The sound of it traveled straight down his spine and coiled in his groin, making him wonder hazily why he’d ever put the training collar on the younger man.
“Yes, you may.”
“I want to fuck up your vest.”
Then the lips against his ear were gone, and Kaoru was left with a heady little shiver of anticipation for the more sensual side that his pet had been hiding. Clever hands fussed at his pants, and then he felt himself exposed to cooler air and took in a slow breath, staring at the ceiling as he relaxed into his comforter. What he expected was the same caliber of blowjob that his pet had given him before; hard and fast and mind-blowing in the speed and intensity with which the blonde could get him off. So when all he felt was a hot breath ghosting over his erection, followed by the playful flick of a tongue, he was caught again off his guard.
Lifting his head, Kaoru watched, entranced, as his drug-addled pet wrapped full lips around the head of his cock, sucking once then releasing it with a soft ~pop~ only to swirl his tongue around the tip, wringing a low moan out of him. Taking his sweet time mouthing here, licking there, the faintest scrape of teeth over a sensitive ridge and the slick slide of the tip of a tongue over his scrotum; it was difficult to tell if Kyo was teasing him on purpose, or just playing around because he was fascinated by the different tastes and textures in his mouth. Whatever his purpose, he was doing everything Kaoru wanted, but not nearly enough of it. Kyo remembered all of his most sensitive places and lavished attention on them, only enough to drive him crazy, never baring down and finishing him off. More than once, he came close – so damn close – to release, but Kyo pulled back every time, letting him settle back down before coming in to tease him again.
“Fucking Christ…” Kaoru breathed.
After a while, he groaned, impatient, and reached for the younger man’s hair, intent on that mouth and what he knew it could do to him if only the capricious little bastard would just get around to it. Gold eyes flashed mischievously, a long-fingered hand coming up and clamping down around a tattooed wrist with surprising strength. With one last, maddening drag of his tongue from the base of Kaoru’s cock to the tip, dipping to gather the precum collecting with a needy little sound, Kyo climbed back onto his master’s lap. An open-mouthed kiss was placed on the underside of Kaoru’s wrist – an apologetic request for patience as much as it was a simple tactile indulgence.
“Kyo…” a warning tone.
Kyo was painfully hard without ever having been touched, an amphetamine-induced feeling of intimacy colliding powerfully with the intensification of his senses. Every brush of flesh and fabric against his skin, every gasp and moan that Kaoru uttered, every slide of his tongue over his own bottom lip, tasting Kaoru there, seemed to register directly in his groin. But as far gone as he was, one thought still remained at the forefront of his hazy mind; that he had to make Kaoru happy.
So, tucking his wrists behind his head, he did what had never failed to drive all of his previous partners crazy; rolling, undulating, twisting his hips the way that he did on stage in the most intimate of dances. He moved to a beat only he could hear, lost in his own sensual motions and the rapid heartbeat of the man beneath him that he could feel in the overheated press where their bodies met. Kaoru didn’t know what was more satisfying; watching the glorious liquid movements of his pet’s body, or the feel of the younger man grinding their bare erections against one another. Either way he was reduced to self-indulgent hissing and groaning in a short order, rocking his own hips up as he dug his fingers into Kyo’s thighs.
Then the blonde was lifting himself up on his knees, one long-fingered hand wrapped delicately around Kaoru’s length, guiding it into himself as he lowered his hips. Kaoru started to protest – however high his pet might be, fucking with no preparation wouldn’t be enjoyable for either of them – but his commands caught on his tongue before he could voice them, an unintelligible moan passing through instead. Kyo’s body welcomed him eagerly, slick and elastic, taking him in to the hilt in one slow push from above as the blonde threw his head back into a throaty groan. The thought that the blonde had actually prepared himself while waiting for Kaoru to return from work, combined with the twisting roll of the younger man’s hips, proved to be too much and he finally just lost it.
The room bucked and spun and a breathless laugh passed Kyo’s lips as all the colors and lights around him swirled around one another for a moment. When things stabilized again, Kaoru was over him, hands braced on either side of his head, staring down at him with wild, lust-blackened eyes. Thin hips slammed against his own and he wound his legs around them, meeting every thrust with a push of his own, driving his master ever deeper inside of himself, reveling in the feeling of the heat and friction inside him. It stung a bit – he’d prepped himself almost half an hour ago, and Kaoru was being less than gentle – but that only served to heighten the ecstasy he was drowning in.
Kyo forgot that he wasn’t supposed to be noisy, falling into a wild crescendo of groaning screams and rough panting that bounced off the walls and echoed all around them. Kaoru’s own grunts and moans underscored his cries and he reached up, tangling one hand in the back of the older man’s hair as the other dug into a straining shoulder. He pressed himself up against his master, muffled his voice in the pressed white collar of the other’s shirt, and the rasp of a finely-tailored vest over his erection was the last bit of stimulation that he needed. With a ragged scream of what may have been Kaoru’s name, Kyo reached his peak, cum spurting wildly into the narrow space between them.
Kaoru wasn’t far behind him. The teasing he’d undergone, the hand in his hair, the overheated muscles clamping down in shuddering waves around his length, the deeply indulgent sounds his pet was making; it all served to render him undone. A few more thrusts in a powerful, broken rhythm and he arched into his own release with a groan. This was his favorite moment, the reason he so carefully screened and tested all of his potential lovers, making sure they were clean before ever touching them, because he never wanted a latex shield between them. He loved the knowledge that the smaller man beneath him was now filled with his seed, marking him as his property, his prize. In a handful of shaking heartbeats, he was spent. Pulling out with a vulgar, wet sound, wringing a soft squeak out of his pet, he let himself fall back onto the bed and worked to remember how to breathe.
All of Kyo’s frenetic, over-stimulated energy had bled from him, leaving him completely drained of all but the lingering craving for human contact. He rolled with some effort, tucking himself against his master’s side, and nearly purred when one of the older man’s hands came up lazily to run through his hair. As sleep fought to pull him down, his eyes caught on something, and a victorious little thrill washed through him. Languidly, he ran one hand over Kaoru’s belly, smearing his own cum into the expensive fabric of the man’s vest before drifting off.
‘I’ll bloom as the poison flower… and become…’

The song described above (Jealous -reverse-) is intellectual property of Dir en grey. I do not own any rights to it, or profit from its use.
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