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The Sacrilege of Lust (subject to change!)	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1841 -:- 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-Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright
- 2-The Spider and the Fly
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Same Disclaimer as before ^^ v

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Part Two – The Spider and the Fly

~ Kyo’s POV ~

It was so odd. So very, very odd. Have you ever been so sick at work? So very ill you could wretch right where you stand, and vomit your guts up on the floor and then fall face first into it and just die in your regurgitation - so before something so horribly embarrassing like such an ungraceful death can happen, you leave? And then you go home, and low and behold – you’re fine? Like nothing had ever been wrong with you before in your entire life? And you stand in the middle of your living room, wondering why exactly you’re there and not in the establishment of your employment? Well – that’s the feeling I had right at that moment, standing in front of my couch. Two seconds before that, I was like onto death, and suddenly . . . I could run marathons around the city if I wanted to. Granted, I’d never actually want to do that in a thousand years, but you know what I’m getting at, right? Hopefully, because I have more interesting and important things to tell you about. Get a glass of water and make yourself comfortable . . .

So, there I was. Living room, check. Sofa with my jacket then laying on it, check. Window onto the fire escape open mysteriously, che . . . Oh, wait, I didn’t mention that before? Well, damn. Sorry. I suppose that’s where to pick up? I mean, I know I didn’t tell you about my jacket laying on the couch . . . alright, alright, I’m getting on with it. Damn it if you’re not rushing me, na? How do you know if the jacket had significance or not? Hell, I could tell you it got up and started to do a mindless dance of lust for me! Yeah, that was stupid, I know. So, we move on to the mysteriously opened window. Should I cue the ghostly, haunting music, or are you fine without?

Without. Good, same here. Anyway, before you interrupt me again . . .

I went towards the window; curious over how it had gotten opened. I remember that Toshiya had closed it before we left for work a little before dusk. As I got closer, I heard the voices again. They rushed right back into my head, having left me only for a few moments, but in that few moments, it was like they’d never been there. So, with the new flood of sounds echoing through my brain, I gasped out loud. But this time, there was no illness with it, no sense that I had to flee – to get away, to get alone. I was already away, I was already alone. I knew I was in the place I had to be. But for what? Well, I opened my eyes –having closed them with my gasp of . . . fear? And there he was. He was on our fire escape, looking down into the alleyway below like it was the most impressive one he’d ever seen. He was sitting on the steps made of metal grates, looking all pristine and pale and powerful – completely out of place next to Toshiya’s little flowerpot and the few African violets that grew in its confines. The flowerpot sat on the step below him, next to his foot. I looked at Toshiya’s terracotta pot, knowing that if that man kicked it over, my lover would have a horrible fit when he got home. -Please don’t knock that thing over-, my mind seemed to plead as I looked up at the man I’d teased in the club earlier, -you don’t know Totchi when he’s pissed off. I’d never hear the end of it over that stupid little pot.-

“I promise you, Kyo, I won’t knock his flowers over.” The man’s timbre banished the hissing voices in my head, and dragged my eyes from the pot all the way up to his face. He was still dressed in the black crisp suit over the white shirt and black tie. He tucked the strands of blonde hair behind his left ear, letting it mingle with the sea of black that made up the rest of his tresses. I’m sure I looked like a deer in headlights, because he was standing up then. He was coming towards the window. “I’m here for something much more important.” He smiled at me, showing me long, sharp, white fangs. They caught my eye, and I had to drag my eyes up his face. That was a huge mistake on my part. I looked into the tiger’s eyes. In seconds, I was entranced. My mind fought it, hard – but only for a moment. Not even the strongest of minds could have refused the sweet, deadly seduction in those tawny eyes. Not even the most insane mind would want to for long. But deep inside me, I felt something stir to life which I’d never felt before. Something in me smiled to feel his control, and came awake to greet him with open arms. “Won’t you invite me in with you? It’s very cold out here at this time of night. And you have such warmth where you are.”

~ Kaoru’s POV ~

He was mine from that second forward, and I could not help the triumphant smile that came back to my face. The same smile I’d given his leggy boyfriend at the club before I’d left to go to that apartment they shared.

“Come in, please.” I heard him say. His voice was not the weak, frightened thing that all the other’s that had come under my spell before had possessed. It was his own voice, full of his own fire. There was something inside of him resisting the spell, something inside of him not allowing me to take his entire mind. How that made me want to purr. The black in his aura had grown in that moment, almost over taking the crimson, so that the roles the two colors played had reversed. The crimson was then striping the black. I went to him, cupped his chin in my hands, made him tilt his face up to mine. There are no words to describe his beauty to you. No words at all.
I held his face in my hands like a lover would, studying him with hungry eyes. He looked back up at me, dazed, dreamy – but somehow, beneath that - I saw alertness, a curiosity there in the depths of his obsidian oculars. I ran my thumb, gloved in black leather, across the swell of his full, delicious lips. I felt him press those delicate, beautiful petals to the light pressure of my digit. A kiss from a rose to the hand of death itself. I smiled, knowing that in my control, I was welcome. He wanted me to kiss him, in the way his pretty boyfriend never could. He wanted the kiss that would wake him into darkness. The kiss that would make him my pet, my lover, my childe. And take him away from the tall beauty he loved forever. I wondered for a moment if he could feel his own inner wants, feel the fact that though he loved that Toshiya person, that he could never be understood by the one he had shared his heart with for so long. I wondered if he knew that Toshiya could never give him what I could. Suddenly, I did not care, at all, if he knew or not. None of that mattered to me – it never had. He was mine. He was to be what I was. So, to hell with his sweet looking boyfriend, and to hell with their love. He was asking me, begging me to take him from his life, and give him a new one. And so, being the merciful creature I have always been. . . I leaned in, tilting his head to the side. He closed his eyes, a smile spreading across those full, succulent lips of his beneath the continued gentle press of my thumb.

And as he arched his neck gently to my lips as I pressed them against that delicate skin, I heard and felt a shivered gasp of pleasure that could have stolen the breath from me if I could indeed breathe. I smiled as he did, pulled back up and turned his face to me so I could look down into his eyes. He opened them on cue, that softly pleading look returning to them – beneath the dazed pleasure. What are you waiting for? His soul seemed to ask me. I smirked, moved my thumb to his rounded cheek – feeling the warmth of him through the leather of my glove. I leaned to his lips, and gave him the only kiss his Toshiya could ever give him, as if it were to be the basis of comparison for what I was about to do.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispered against my lips as my thin mouth hovered over his full one. I smiled, stroked his cheek gently. On instinct, he turned his face in my hand, pressing his cheek to my palm fully, and arched his neck to me. I moaned, and bent to the sacrifice immediately – not needing to be told twice.

And I gave him what he wanted.

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*Notes - The next chapter will be coming as soon as I can get it written, and don't worry, you'll be seeing more of Toshiya. However, this may be a very short chapter story, due to the fact that I have no real thoughts for it beyond the next few chapters. I may ask for ideas later, though : x So keep your minds open!!! Also, hope this wasn't too wordy on Kyo's part. He sort of jumped me from behind and took over the keyboard for a few moments -.-; Oh, and one more thing. . . Can anyone think of a better title for this? I really don't like what it is now, and well, I'm sort of blank on ideas for another one : x Help me name it? *
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