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Forsaken	By : xdrysalivax Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1225 -:- 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-Midnight Visitings
- 2-The Bottle Drops
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[AN: Wee thank you to everyone that has reveiwed already it means alot. So let us continue with the show! =o EDIT: Wordpad ate a part of my fecking paragraph. =D thats fixed now.]

A click echoed through a small room. He butted his smoke and looked over to the slender one that kept his company. His body stretched, standing slowly to weave his way over and settle on a thin leg.

“Kaoru?”

“Hai,” he arched his back a bit inward untill he heard a crack.

Slate grey eyes lofted over the one choosing to occupy his lap. He never understood what drove Toshiya to live in such filth, they all had a great amount of money now. The things he did for this man was almost disgusting, but than again loneliness caused such odd behavior. Animals can keep company for only so long.

A slow sigh exhaled from the slender lips as they were pulled in and eyes forced to match thick black pools. Long, frail looking fingers grasped the sides of the bassist uneasily. There was so much tension now that inter-relations were forbidden. Kyo’s eyes slowly became dead, and Die’s smile slowly faded into something… so.. The drummer frowned, he couldn’t even place the words to it. He noticed also that, there was something else that urged this rule other than the fact that the relationship might build tension, and if Kaoru was purely bent on that was the reason why the rule was in place he would have lifted it already seeing as there is even more tearing them apart now.

“it isn’t fair,” he breathed feeling a warm presence lingering between his legs.

“I think I’m jealous of them,” the bassist spoke lowly whisping his lips over the fragile skin.

“Me too.”

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It was a week after their encounter. The vocalist found himself alone in the same bed staring at the window which the redhead slipped through. He shivered taking slow breaths as he continued his blank stare, his one hand beginning to trail ever so slightly down his chest. There had to be a way to turn back. Close your eyes, maybe he’ll be laying next to you when you open them again. Why were those voices always so wrong… This scene was familiar.

His hand fell further to slip under the elastic of his boxers. Come back to me… please. Strong pads of flesh slid down grazing through the thick black hairs grasping the base of his cock tightly. I wish you were touching me. His thumb slowly worked the hardening organ, full lips opening to loft out bittersweet noises of pleasure and misery. A firm knock at the door stirred his eyes open.

He stared at the window, which was just above the front door one floor up. It was raining again, mother nature was crying for them it seemed. He slowly rose towards the window opening it a bit to see who it was. Red hair caught his eyes instantly.

“Kyo…” the voice echoed in a drunken slur.

The man staggered a bit than stilled dropping a bottle of sake he held in his hands. He looked so pitiful. It was also well known that Die never really touched the harder stuff unless there was something up and he needed to be drunk. Soft lips pursed, he wanted to close his eyes and fall.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” his voice wavering in pain, “not even this… fucking…” he stopped to clumsily pick up the neck of the broken bottle holding it up to show the vocalist.

His eyes were streaked with agony as he let out a chocking scream, “not even this fucking shit here can wash away my love for you, no fucking amount of brainwashing from that old man can keep me from you Kyo and I know~”

The shorter man left closing the window behind him. His heart cried out for the mans touch, the feel of his skin. He slowly stepped down the stairs towards the front door vaguely hearing the drunken elder call out for him. The door opened.

Almond hues squinted watching the vocalist in a thin large white shirt walk towards him. A small smile rose to the corner of his lips taking in the view. His dark brown hair sticking to his sweet face, water rolling down his bold jaw line. He lifted a hand to reach out, a hand laying on the slender shoulder. He looked almost like an angel, a fallen angel. Die was suppose to be his saviour, he closed his eyes tightly looking off to the side. What kind of fucking savoir was he? He couldn’t even save himself, and Kyo… deserved so much better. He’d hurt enough. His eyes re-opened and chills fell down his spine as rain soaked lips worked their way up the inside of his arm until they were pressed together closely.

The neck of the bottle dropped once more as he felt those lips wisp over his own. The vocalist took in a deep breath, he didn’t fancy alcohol but when worn on the rhythm guitarist, It had a different smell and taste. Fine hands cradled the elders face and pulled in for a simple small kiss, lasting only but a second.

“Baby…” his voice sent shivers down the elders

“You’re a mess… come in.”

His body fell against the velvet covering on the couch pulling the younger man down. For the first time in awhile Kyo almost laughed watching his movements as he slide a finger down the guitarists unbuttoned shirt, knee’s cradling each side of his hips.

He wiggled a bit leaning down, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “you’re wet”

The red head snorted lightly brushing a hand through the dirty locks of multicolored browns, “Kyo… he can’t stop us.”

His smile faded as he looked off, for a couple seconds he almost forgot what was all going on, “Its tearing everything apart.”

“Lets run away.”

“what!? But Die…” his eyes grew a bit with the others proposal, run away? “Die.. music is my everything, Music is your everything too!”

“You are my everything Kyo.”

Fingers laced into the wet red strings of hair, nose nudging into the nook of sweet caramel flesh. For music, or for love? Both meant so much. His other hand grasped the loose material at his sides tightly, lowly letting a murr emit as he felt strong hands rub down his spine. Without the band, they could start a new. Without love…
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