Reishiki

DISCLAIMER: This is a profitless, meritless, ultimately pointless work of fanfiction involving real persons whom I do not own, doing things that they would most likely never ever do in real life, especially not with each other. If you are or are associated with any of the people that I fictionally placed in compromising positions (only a few, I promise) in this fic, contact me at yokozuki @ gmail.com and I will happily obliterate it from the internet.

Title: Reishiki [2/2]
Author: yokozuki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The smut's in this one. Finally! XD Long, slow, and hot, with a sprinkling of crack, because that's how I roll. No buttsecks (sorry!), swearing everywhere, Toshiya abuse, far too little oral sex, and elephants. Yeah, elephants.
Pairings: Kaoru/Die.

Thank you to Jen for the beta.

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The ride was largely silent, filled with Die's fidgets and Kaoru trying not to watch Die. He felt just as nervous as the other man seemed to be. What would it be like now, trying to work together and not let on to anyone else in the band that anything had changed? Had they screwed it all up for everyone just because Die'd gone off his rocker and Kaoru hadn't had the will to ignore it, once he'd finally noticed? He'd been... lonely, whether he normally cared to admit it to himself or not?

He'd been too busy for the last few years worrying about where the money for the next box of blood capsules would come from to be bothered with paying attention to some girl whom he couldn't talk to about anything that he found really interesting, and who wouldn't understand what he was after. So he'd had the odd one-night stand here and there, but that was about it. And he was perfectly willing to shove this incident in the same drawer as all those others. A night's lay, move along.

Die seemed to feel like it had been somehow significant, though. He was putting a weight on it that Kaoru had no clear idea of, and it needed talking about. If it hadn't been for that, then Die would've been absolutely right in saying that it would very carefully be forgotten by tomorrow.

Ah, today, he amended, casting a resigned look at the rapidly brightening sky through the window of the cab. Whenever the hell he woke up, if he got a chance to sleep at all before it was time again for Yoshiki's dictatorship exercise. Benevolent and educational dictatorship, yes, but the leader-sama's leader-sama for sure.

Maybe today they'd get somewhat of a break. Yoshiki hadn't looked like he'd be moving, let alone chipper, anytime in the next week - ten hours being right out - when Sugizo had given up on his odd pursuit of Kaoru and hauled his fellow legend off. Not that he'd honestly thought of it as pursuit until...


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"Sugizo-sama was obviously trying to get in your pants, Kaoru."

Blinking dumbly, he said the first thing that popped into his head. "But... hasn't he got fangirls for that?!"

Die closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Finally, he said, "Evidently you struck his fancy. Or something."

Kaoru frowned, settling back and crossing his arms. "So what the hell was wrong with you? I understand a certain amount of being pissed for a friend's sake, but you were acting as though he'd committed some horrible crime. It was annoying and weird, but he wasn't doing any real harm."

"It made me... upset," Die said slowly, avoiding Kaoru's gaze, his hands coming up to rub at his face. "It took me a while to figure out why. I had to make myself face a few things that I'd been avoiding." He winced, fingers sliding over his eyelids, and gave Kaoru a sidelong look filled with dread.

Kaoru reached for the bourbon bottle on the floor a little desperately. "Do I want to know? Really, it doesn't seem like I do - after the way this night has gone, it doesn't sound like it'll be anything I should know. Die, don't do anything crazy here - "

"I guess I have some sort of weird crush on you," Die said in a rush, peering between his fingers, and Kaoru's hand slipped on the bottle.

"That's exactly the sort of thing I was trying to avoid! What the fuck are you thinking, telling me something like that?" He grabbed for his cup and began to pour, spilling half of it over the side. "Okay, okay, it's going to be fine, I'll just completely block out the last five minutes and put everything else down to drunkenness," he rambled frantically, not looking at Die no matter what.

Long red hair fell over his arm, and its owner said, very precisely enunciating, "I am not going to let you block anything out until you give me more of a response than a panicky 'what are you thinking, it'll screw up the band.' I've been doing nothing but thinking about it for the last four hours, and honestly, the only way it could screw anything up is if you decide to make it. I know I can control myself around other people and not let on that we'd be anything beyond what we are now. You'd be better at it than me, if you wanted to." He paused. "When we mess around, on stage - you know you've felt something there a few times. I've seen it in your eyes."

Kaoru cleared his throat, shifting. "Well. It's possible." He reached for his twenty-third cigarette of the night and lit it, head tipped down and focusing determinedly on his drink. "I've always put it down to the circumstances. Just like tonight - I suppose that, as you say, he was actually hitting on me..." his eyes crossed a little, "but I honestly didn't think of it until you were having such a fit, and then I was distracted by trying to shut you up, and..."

"Because you wanted to," Die whispered, breath ghosting over his ear. "You wanted to stay in denial of the fact that one of your idols was not quite what you expected, and that one of your bandmates - "

"And best friends, whom I don't want to lose," Kaoru murmured.

Die paused, and he could feel warm brown eyes focus on the back of his neck. "I didn't know I was that high up. Thanks. Uh, where was I?"

"Something about me not wanting to see anyone in the world as anything but straight, because it's all so much less complicated that way," he sighed resignedly.

"Mmm-hmmm." Soft lips buzzed beneath his ear by the second syllable. Kaoru held himself back from diving across the room by the barest thread of will, squirming.

"Stop that," he snapped quietly. "You're doing nothing but digging yourself a deeper hole that I'll be forced to bury your skinny ass in."

"And you know just how skinny it is, because you've checked it out every chance you've gotten, haven't you?" Die's lips curved into a smile on his neck, and he couldn't hold back the shiver that seemed to spread through his whole body from that one small spot.

"No. No, I have not." Absolutely not, he assured himself firmly. It's not all that skinny anyway, his mind added helpfully.

Fuck... ME.

"What the hell's gotten into you, anyway?" Die's long fingers slowly slipped down his arms. "Did Sugizo spike the damn whiskey with horny gay juice?!"

Die snorted ungracefully into his hair, leaning back to choke out a laugh that led to hiccups. Kaoru began to breathe again. Ordinarily Die pulling some stunt like this wouldn't get to him at all. It was just that, well - it was late, and he was drunk, and between the antics Sugizo'd pulled him into with the stripper earlier and his own general lack of laidness... he was horny. Thus his unprecedented vulnerability to what Die was not quite suggesting so much as pulling him into. Or at least he rather thought so.

His eyes had been opened. He didn't like it. I want my peaceful oblivion back, a little voice in the back of his head wailed. He nodded in agreement with it.

"You... will?" came Die's surprised voice in his ear, and he realized abruptly that somehow he'd totally missed Die saying something to him, and now he'd inadvertantly agreed to who the FUCK knew what, and oh no oh no oh no...

"Okay..." Die sounded hesitant now, almost shy. He'd obviously not expected Kaoru to go along with whatever the hell it was without much more of a fight, if at all.

"Die - what did you just think I agreed to? I wasn't paying attention at all, I was just thinking - "

"Too late now," Die pronounced triumphantly in the most demonic tones that Kaoru had ever heard from him, having gotten over the surprise and gained far too much confidence for Kaoru's safety in a miraculously short time. Suddenly Kaoru had the utterly uncharacteristic urge to curl up in a ball and cry.

Unfortunately, long hands shimmying rapidly down the front of his body prevented that move. He jolted back reflexively, realizing too late that A) it'd do him no good anyway since there was nothing but Die, couch back, and wall to jump backward into, and at least one of those would do him more harm than good, and B) since Die was more-or-less behind him, and starting to lean his head down close to do more nasty evil things... his own head collided with a sharp thump into Die's chin.

It took a little while before either was coherent again beyond fervent cursing and pained growls at each other. "Fucking ow, you fucking bastard!" Die finally finished off, huddled at the other end of the couch, hands cupped around the bottom of his face and glaring.

"Serves you right," Kaoru muttered, wincing as he felt carefully over the back of his head. "Why you gotta have such a pointy chin, fucker?"

"'s'my mom's fault," Die groaned, leaning across the table precariously to snag the ice bucket.

"Don't break your neck, dammit, I don't want to have to really get another guitarist." Kaoru crossed his arms in front of him, leaning back to eye Die's contortions grumpily. Die looked up at that, surprise and then a funny sort of impaired smile crossing his face. "Yeah, yeah," Kaoru waved a hand at him, "stuff it. I'm not going to fire you just because you can't figure out it's a fucking bad idea to get a stupid crush on your bandleader." He narrowed his eyes at Die's snort, then had to reach forward and steady him before he landed on his head. "Just get back up here, will you? Idiot."

Die opened the lid to peer at the contents - if there were any, that was. They'd gone through a hell of a lot of ice in accompaniment to the two and a half bottles of whiskey. But the god of fools was smiling on them tonight, because Die reached a hand in to poke around and came back a moment later with a few hardy chunks. "Most of it's melted..."

"I'm amazed there was any left to melt," Kaoru returned, arching a brow, and snagged two pieces to rub lightly over the back of his head.

Blessed silence followed, the men sitting nearly thigh-to-thigh, but their attention wholly on their own injured bits.

Die finally rolled the ice in his mouth off to one side and said, "Seriously, you didn't hear what I said?"

Kaoru grunted affirmatively, scowling at the return to insanity.

"Okay," Die sighed. "Well, I asked you if you'd, you know, at least give it a try... just once..."

Kaoru straightened up a little, tilting to look Die in the eyes. "Is it truly all that important to you? Can't you just find some poor bastard at a gay bar and take it out on him, if you're so determined to try out this whole alternative lifestyle thing?"

"No," Die said impatiently. "And - " he stopped, then slowly began to grin, escalating to a snicker before he said, "Kaoru, did you just hear yourself? Alternative lifestyle?! What the hell are we already living, then, by our parents' standards?"

Kaoru rolled his eyes and conceded the point. His own parents had made it very clear what they thought of his career choice, before he'd finally given up on trying to stay in contact with them at all.

"I can't just do something like that," Die went on more somberly, ignoring Kaoru's barbed little comment about him seeming to do that well enough with women. "It wouldn't work, anyway. It's not that I've lost interest in women or something, and gotten into men in general. It's... a weird thing. I like being close to you. And I always find myself wanting to be closer."

Kaoru eyed him warily.

"There's something about the way you smell..." Die murmured half-dreamily, and looked startled when Kaoru started sniffing at his own shoulders and under his arms suspiciously. "No, no, nothing like that," he laughed.

"Just making sure," Kaoru said disgruntledly, eyes narrowly watching Die.

"I find myself thinking of you... your scent, your touch... at the oddest of times. More and more often. It's like I've begun to crave it," Die muttered into Kaoru's hair, sounding embarrassed but determined. Somehow he'd draped himself over Kaoru again without his being aware of it. Or maybe you're just getting used to it. Shut up, he told himself sharply.

"I didn't really think about it. I tried to push it out of my mind, but at the worst possible moments... here would be some memory of you leaning into me, our faces brushing, and then my shirt would have just the faintest scent of you to it all the rest of the night... and I'm sitting here getting lost in remembering this while there's a naked woman all over me and I should be totally focused on her - "

"Do I really need to know this?" Kaoru wondered to the air in front of him. "Honestly, do I have to be subjected to this sort of thing? TMI, Die. Learn it, live it, love - " the word was muffled as his head was turned to meet the dip of Die's lips to his own.

"...it," he finished weakly, absently raising a hand to brush at his lower lip where the tip of Die's tongue had swept out to touch. "That was... really fucking weird," he said after a moment's reflection.

Die's hand tightened on the shoulder he'd slipped his arm around, his eyes anxious but otherwise composed. Kaoru realized suddenly that the hand Die had placed at his jaw to angle him for the kiss was still present, stroking almost imperceptibly with one knuckle.

"It's not that I suddenly want guys, Kao," Die whispered, deep brown eyes absolutely sincere, a hand's width from his own. "It's that... for some reason I seem to want you."

The words echoed in his mind, tension stretching for a near-endless moment. He found himself leaning in unconsciously to breathe Die's breath... It's almost addictive, he thought. As he said. What the hell...

He raised his head the remaining half-inch to brush his lips hesitantly over Die's. There was a humming in his ears, and Die's mouth vibrated under his in a quiet moan as their lips parted, tongue-tips touching lightly for the first time; a small shudder ran down his body. He'd been half-hard for most of their conversation, much as he'd wanted to pretend that it didn't affect him; blood rushed quickly downward now, as his breath hitched and he leaned into the kiss.

Die's hands slid all over his chest and down, pushing at his shirt. They pressed together awkwardly, still sitting next to each other and turning as much as possible, but it became more difficult as the intensity increased.

"Fuck this," Kaoru broke off the kiss suddenly to gasp out. "My neck is gonna be killing me in another two seconds. Move." He poked at Die to get up, swinging around to half-lay on the couch. "Not much space on this thing, is there? Hmm..." He finally stuck one leg up along the back, the other foot staying on the floor.

He leveled a measuring look at Die, drawing out the anticipation until they were both nearly twitching. Finally, slowly, he crooked a single finger. There was a red blur as the taller man practically fell onto him. "Are you..." Die flicked his tongue up the hollow of Kaoru's neck, and he sucked in a breath, head arching back, "...okay with this, Kaoru? I mean..." he scraped lightly under Kaoru's jaw with his lower teeth, tongue skimming above, "it's not like I'd ever in a million years want you to do anything you're not comfortable with - "

Kaoru's chest hitched beneath Die's as he laughed. "You're saying this now? Where was that sentiment earlier? All noble once you have me where you want me, is that it?" His eyes narrowed in dark amusement, returning Die's half-lidded glare. "I'm here, aren't I? I advise you to quit talking and get busy while you've got me. I can't say it'll ever happen again." He arched a brow at Die, taunting, and raised his hips to shift his erection against Die's stomach. "Make hay while the sun shines, or some bullshit like that - "

Die dove up to seal their lips together again, sliding over Kaoru and pressing close, the shorter man's hips bucking a little despite himself when Die rolled his hard cock against Kaoru's thigh. "Like you're a - " he broke off to moan, deep in his throat, as Die's hand moved between their bodies and slid over his cock, " - a cat or something, rubbing your whole body around just to feel me all over you - " his eyes widened at Die's convulsive hip jerk at the words, head lowering to muffle his moan in Kaoru's shoulder.

"Damn," he said to the ceiling wonderingly. "You really do want me, don't you."

Die made a vengeful jab into his side, and he grunted. "It's just so weird. I can't help it, sorry - I'm still adjusting to the idea - "

"Adjust to this," Die hissed, hand yanking at Kaoru's belt.

A minute later, Kaoru tipped his head to the side and looked down, watching Die's fruitless attempts at undoing the buckle with an increasingly smug grin. "Need a hand?"

"Oh, fuck you, you arrogant shit," Die muttered.

His voice sounded deeper than he'd ever heard it before. "I thought that was supposed to be the general idea?" He smiled, smooth and endlessly wicked. There was still a sense of panic at the notion, but thinking about it rationally, he should certainly be able to handle this. It couldn't hurt too much, right?

Die blinked up at him, motion stilled. He frowned. Well, that certainly hadn't had the expected effect. "Uh, about that," Die stumbled out, "I don't have anything for that, even if I'd thought of it as anything for us to, um, actually do..." he grinned nervously at Kaoru's increasingly puzzled look. "Well, I wasn't exactly planning on this, you know!"

"And here I thought you'd been masterminding the course of all our fates to set up this single moment," Kaoru said dryly. "Look, I don't care what we do. Somehow I agreed to this whole thing and I'll do my best to go through with it, okay? Whatever you want, or think you want, with me... this is your shot. Get a move on before I change my mind and go back to being dead straight on you."

"Then help me with your fucking belt," Die said between clenched teeth. Stray pieces of red hair fell in his eyes, and he blew at them irritably.

"Fair enough." He unhitched it quickly, then undid the buttons of his fly, enjoying the way Die's eyes widened. "What? This is where you were going, wasn't it?" He grinned, then thought of something. "Oh, hey - by the way - I'm not sucking your dick. I don't care what kind of convincing you try to use, it's not happening."

Die shrugged, paused to think for a moment, and then looked mildly disappointed. Kaoru snickered at him. "You hadn't thought of it either, until I said that, huh? And now that you're imagining it, you're all sad... well, tough shit." Die laughed along with him, ruefully nodding.

"Yeah, to be honest, I hadn't really thought this far. All I knew was that I, um, wanted to get naked with you, for some insane reason, and at the point of imagining that, it'd usually take me over the edge... and, well, no more doing anything with my imagination for some time." He grnned sheepishly at Kaoru's blank stare. "I told you. It's crazy, you just do something to me."

"The boy'd be coming in his hand as he was guiding it in," Kaoru muttered in a daze. "You have to be joking, Die. At least a little, come on. You can't be that bad."

He received an affronted glare. "Not like that! Just when I'd... well, the only time I'd end up with you slipping in was when I was practically there already - otherwise I could just tell myself it was a fluke and think of something else, you know?"

"Ah," Kaoru nodded, relieved. Which he found funny, that he'd be relieved by Die not being a one-minute wonder for assorted nameless, faceless women that he'd been fucking while... thinking about Kaoru. Okay, ah. That's still going to take adjusting to.

Speaking of which - or close enough. He poked at Die to get up again, shucking his jeans and then pausing inquiringly with his fingers at the top button of his shirt. Die's hands practically flew to push his aside and begin undoing the buttons himself, growing more awkward as he got lower, and fumbling the bottom one entirely for four tries, big knuckles brushing Kaoru's stomach nearly in time with his convulsive swallowing. He finally got it, dropping his hands to simply look, running his gaze up Kaoru's body until he met his eyes, the heat in Die's almost disturbingly intense. "It's not like I'm a chick," he muttered, feeling strange. Nobody'd looked at him like that in his life.

"Yeah, I... I know," Die said, hands finally coming up to push the shirt back over his shoulders. He stepped forward a little, fingers playing slowly over Kaoru's sides, up and down his chest, brushing over his small nipples.

"It should be just like feeling up yourself," Kaoru told him, breathless but sardonic as ever. Die gave him a disapproving look, and brought a hand up to each of his shoulders to slide the shirt down his arms and off.

"Much better," Die hummed to himself, a predatory edge to the way he eyed the shorter man. Kaoru wasn't sure whether his shiver in response was more apprehensive or anticipatory.

"Hey," he said abruptly, "how is it that I'm standing here in my underwear but you're still all covered up? Not fair at all, that."

"Oh..." Die's gaze dropped to himself. "I guess I forgot... you're distracting, you know."

"No excuse." Kaoru took a half-step forward, enough to let him feel the heat of Die's body. He had a sudden, nearly uncontrollable impulse to step the rest of the way in and pull the other man close, absorbing that feeling and the scent of his breath and hair and... just his Die-ness, he thought resignedly. Damn. He really was losing his mind.

He brought himself firmly back to the odd task at hand, reaching under Die's black tshirt to set his hands to his belt before he changed his mind and ran screaming. Die helpfully tugged the shirt off over his head, yanking miles of red extensions through to fall around his chest. Kaoru felt Die's eyes on him again like they were a physical force as he began to reach for the top button of Die's jeans. His bravado lost momentum suddenly, and he stood staring at his hands brushing pale skin on a very male stomach.

"I don't know if I can do this after all," he said abruptly, starting to loosen his hands. Die's came up to hold them in place, clasping them tightly to his skin.

"Don't tell me you're scared of seeing my dick," Die murmured amusedly, eyes narrowing. "Don't be a fucking girl, Kaoru. It's not like I'm going to be doing anything to you with it anyway."

"This time," Kaoru muttered, and then wanted to kick himself - for the thousandth time that night, okay, but this was undoubtedly the worst thing his mouth had come out with so far. There would be no other time, dammit.

Die had the grace to do nothing more than smirk, and then said to his downturned head, "Yeah. So come on and get it over with already. You know you want to."

"If your dick's as small as your brain, I really wouldn't have anything to worry about," Kaoru told Die's shoes pointedly.

"Look up," Die instructed him. Kaoru tipped his head back automatically, and he found himself being kissed roughly, hands still pinned between Die's warm palms and the even warmer skin just above his belt. Long fingers shifted, wrapping around his smaller ones, then pulled them slowly inward to touch Die's zip, brushing over the hardness underneath. Die made a little gasp into Kaoru's mouth at the touch.

Their joined fingers were maneuvered into catching enough of the zipper pull to tug it in stages downward. "Your pants will fall straight off," Kaoru mumbled slowly, pausing for a deep moan as Die tugged his lower lip into his mouth, sliding his teeth over it and then sucking. He lost all pretense of cool and pressed himself needily against the taller man, hands tugging free and sliding around his back, then down to cup his ass, fingers flexing to pull their bodies together in a slow grind.

"Thought you - uhhh - " Die dropped his head onto Kaoru's shoulder, grinding back with enthusiasm.

"Thought I what," Kaoru growled into his ear.

"Thought you weren't into this sort of thing," Die whispered with a weak laugh, shoving at his pants with one hand, the other buried in dark maroon hair.

"Yeah, well, I can't help being fucking horny. You got it started, you get to finish it. Quit humping my belly button for a minute and that would be a lot easier." Die jumped back as if stung, and just as Kaoru had predicted - his pants slid straight to the floor, belt buckle landing on the concrete with a metallic thump.

"Damn it - " Die frowned and started to duck down for it, but Kaoru was faster in going for his shoulders, two steps pressing his back to the wall.

"Sex first. Sex now. Crying over scratched buckles later."

"Yes, leader-sama," Die whispered, eyes a little wide and the beginnings of a grin sneaking around his mouth.

"...shut up, Die."

"Yes, lea-- mmph - " Kaoru stuck a hand over his mouth and swooped in to suck and bite at the base of his neck, other hand grabbing his hip as he slammed their bodies together. Die grunted at the impact, Kaoru remembering belatedly that there was a concrete wall there and he really didn't want to break his guitarist... Die's hands wrapped around first the wrist near his mouth, then the one at his hip, and pulled both straight up, pushing himself off the wall and stepping carefully out of the jeans tangled around his feet. They stumbled a couple of steps before he looked to the side, and Kaoru could practically see a lightbulb over his head before he was being pulled across to stand before the red satin couch.

Die dropped to his knees, scrabbling at Kaoru's boxers, Kaoru finally lending a hand for fear of losing something. "You can't just yank down like there's nothing in the way, idiot."

"Yeah, yeah - " Die leaned in and licked. His knees tried to buckle.

Die sat back on his heels and grinned beautifully, long red hair brushing the floor, cock straining at his own boxers. "Just because you said you wouldn't, doesn't mean that I won't. Sit down before you fall down, leader-sama."

"Quit... fucking... calling me that," he ground out as he flopped bonelessly onto the couch. "And don't think you'll make me feel obligated. I know you don't return the favor for ninety-nine percent of the girls who blow you." Die gave him a wounded look, and he snorted.

"Okay," Die conceded, "so you put the idea in my head and now I can't stop thinking about getting to watch you suck me off. It'd be great. Fucking best thing ever." There was a dreamy enthusiasm to his voice and expression that could have been quite touching, if it weren't for the topic.

Kaoru crossed his arms, leaned back and brought out the Ultimate Death Glare.

"The only disadvantage would be that I might never be able to call you 'leader-sama' again with a straight face..." he said thoughtfully, off in his little daydream world. Hands reached suddenly to each side of his head, wrapped themselves into bright red hair and pulled. Die's speech was stopped by the blunt head of Kaoru's cock, his eyes crossing to take in the change of view. He paused, then shrugged and opened his mouth, bringing his head slowly halfway down. His tongue pressed up and he began sliding it around experimentally, Kaoru squirming now and then - just as much from the sight of Die with his cock between his lips as from the always-good feeling of a warm, wet mouth and tongue. His hands slid out of Die's hair, falling to grip his shoulders loosely. "Try circles," he murmured, eyes slipping closed. "See if you can do that swirly thing - "

The movement abruptly stopped, and Die said, "uckh aaaat!"

Then he pulled back and clarified, mouth not full this time, "What the fuck, am I gonna be an assistant to your jerkoff fantasy or something? Trying it out's one thing, sucking you off to order while you close your eyes and think of some woman is another - you're thinking of me or no one here, damn it." He scowled, pushing his hair behind his shoulders.

"I suppose that's only fair," Kaoru had to admit with a sigh. "It's too easy to get distracted that way, though. I really can't help it..."

"Sure you can," Die said impatiently, "but that's fine - we'll do this another way, then." He rose and picked up Kaoru's legs, swinging them up and turning him to lay once more on the couch.

Kaoru laced his fingers together behind his head, cocking an eyebrow. "And?"

Die shucked his boxers and slid himself up against Kaoru, the two of them just fitting, although Die's ass would have been hanging off the side if he'd had one. Kaoru turned his head and bumped noses with Die. They stared each other in the eyes, shifting and wriggling, the sensation of being skin-to-skin strange but undoubtedly arousing.

"Hehheh..." Die's breath was half sweet and half alcohol, and his eyes were rather hazy. Kaoru closed the tiny distance between their lips just to stop him saying anything stupid.

The kiss built slowly, becoming feverish as they finally dropped all restraint, rubbing and groping. "Why do you have to be so fucking tall," Kaoru muttered into Die's mouth breathlessly, feeling around for his cock and finding only flat soft skin.

Die arched up at his hand. "There, better?"

"You tell me."

"...yeah."

"You're going to break your back like that."

"Worth it," Die gasped. He slid a hand down awkwardly into the tangle that was the two of them in a too-narrow space, closing it around Kaoru, stroking up and around in a slow steady beat.

Their hands grew slippery with mingled precum as they fucked each other's palms, kissing, rubbing their sweat-slicked bodies together.

"What the... hell is... unnnngh. Taking so long?" Kaoru rasped out in a half-moan, hips circling unevenly, Die's fingers getting creative on his frenulum.

"Booze... oh, fuck, oh, that feels good - there - ah... um... work... tired..."

"Yeah," Kaoru sighed.

"It feels so good... but... the angle's wrong and my wrist's cramping up, how about yours?"

"Yeah," Kaoru sighed. Again.

"Well, shit." They stopped for a moment, Die scooting up a little and pressing his lips briefly into Kaoru's hair before leaning his head on the arm of the couch. Kaoru frowned, thinking.

"How about we worry about figuring out how to get each other off later, and right now, you do you and I'll do me and we can get the hell out of here before someone walks in on us?"

Die grinned brilliantly. "Fair enough."

Kaoru had a little opportunity in the following minute to look back over his words and be pissed once more. But, you know, come to think of it - this had been a hell of a lot more fun than any time he'd had with a chick. Too bad about the lack of tits to play with, but at least Die was evidently willing to suck him off, if he could just work on that distraction thing...

"Bet you can't make yourself come before I do," Die whispered with the devil's own grin.

"You're going down, fucker - " Kaoru whispered back, sliding his cock against Die's skin and circling his fingers firmly around the head.

"Maybe later, if you're lucky," Die grunted, ducking forward to press his face into Kaoru's hair. Kaoru could feel the vibration of his quiet moaning, and it sent a throb of pure lust straight to his cock. He began stroking in earnest, groaning low into Die's collarbone at each short thrust into his hand.

Die said something incoherent above him, sounding almost surprised, and then Kaoru was pinned practically through the wall by the snap of Die's hips as he came, shaking, spilling against Kaoru's stomach and all over their hands.

He could feel the hot liquid slipping between his fingers, slicking his cock. He arched forward desperately, muffling his loud moan as he snagged Die's hand to wrap it around his cock, thrusting hard. Finally, he came in sharp waves, a choked sound leaving his throat as he fucked their joined hands in a final abandoned spasm, blackness obscuring his vision, teeth closing helplessly on salty skin.


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Some time later, Kaoru lifted his head from where it leaned on Die's chest, and said, "Get up."

He could feel the utterly peaceful looseness leave the man lying close to him in an instant, wanting to wince at the resignation in Die's voice as he said, "Right. I'll just hide in the corner and dress, then? Don't open your eyes until I say, wouldn't want you to - "

"Stop," he interrupted, shaking his head frustratedly. "I didn't say that. I'm not saying that." Although he wasn't sure what he did want to say, quite yet, beyond - "We need to leave."

Die looked at him silently, as if waiting for some sort of further reassurance. None came. He finally nodded and turned to hunt for clothes in the semi-dark.


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So now the cab was at their hotel, and Kaoru still didn't know what the hell he should say. Or do. Amusingly enough, he and Die were roommates here; perhaps not so amusingly when he considered that apparently Die had been lusting after him for some time, but at least it meant that they wouldn't have to deal with any of the others until they might actually be up to it, and their absence was likely to have gone unmarked.

Or not. There was a note on their door.


Die-kun and leader-sama,

Yoshiki called and we eventually figured out that he was saying not to bother you until you recovered. What the hell did you do last night (that you assholes didn't bother inviting the rest of us along for)? And something about Sugizo?? FUCK YOU. I'm so fucking jealous!! I hate you FOREVER! *little drawing of evil hateful Totchi-face*

Love and kisses, bitches -
To


"Oh, Toshiya..." they both sighed wearily, just a hair apart. Kaoru stared numbly at the note for a moment longer before Die's arm shot out and whipped it from the door.

He snapped his head around to stare at Die.

"Do you have the key?" the taller man asked with stiff politeness, eyes focused somewhere beyond the walls. He began rummaging. Fingers slipped into his back left pocket, making him jump. "Here," said Die, swinging them in front of his eyes before opening the door.

"Yeah..." Kaoru followed him into their room slowly, eyeing his narrow back with suspicion. Die flopped down onto his bed, closing his eyes. Kaoru sat on the edge, the dip of the mattress bringing a frown to Die's face.

"I'm not against the idea. Yeah. Not... not against it," and the last was in a rather wondering tone. "Heh... I didn't even know I'd decided that until it just kind of came out..."

Die cracked one eye open. "That's one for the books. You never say anything without turning it around ten times first."

"Well, I guess I just did. And it's your fault." He smirked as Die rolled his eyes. "Actually, I have been all night. Likewise your fault. As I said earlier, though - what exactly is it that you want, Die? I... I think, now, that I could do some sort of friends with benefits thing, or even - "

"No," Die interrupted.

"No?"

"No." He looked away, then said slowly, "I'm not going to share you, if you're letting me have you at all."

"Have me..." Kaoru eyed him, muttering. Die shoved at his leg, shaking his head.

"Not like that, ass. You know that, we already talked about it, remember?"

"Not... really." He bit his lip and smiled a little. "It's hazy. I was distracted, you know."

"Mmmph." Die sat up on one elbow and stared him down. "Well, leave it at, 'I don't have to do you in the butt, Kaoru, I just want to do whatever the hell we end up doing and whenever possible.' Oh, and uh... tie me up?" he added in a very small voice. "I've been having that fly through my head every time you've gotten all commanding on us for the last three weeks now, and it's starting to drive me insane..."

"Starting to?!" Kaoru half-shouted. Die waved at him to hush, looking around at the walls nervously. "The walls don't have ears," he muttered crossly. "You dirty little..."

"Like you weren't picturing it and getting hard as soon as I said that," Die scoffed, looking at his crotch pointedly.

Kaoru followed his eyes. "Damn it."

"Let's just... go to sleep, huh? Like you said, when we're sober and awake and all that... we can figure it out then... right?" Die stood and walked toward the bathroom, shedding clothes as he went.

"...okay," Kaoru's voice followed him weakly.


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A week passed.

Yoshiki hadn't said much to the others about their night out with Sugizo, and the two guitarists followed suit. Toshiya stopped pouting eventually. Another week, and they would be finished here. And the week after that... Kaoru's scheduled trip to Thailand with Toshiya.

He didn't want to go. It was an odd feeling, realizing that after having dreamed of visiting the place for years, and all the anticipation building over the last couple of months...

He just didn't feel like it anymore.

He'd rather spend the week hanging out with Die, getting to know every side that he'd only seen the edges of so far. Die was a far more interesting person than he'd ever imagined, before all this. Oh, and there was the sex, too.

The only problem was, everything was already booked and non-refundable - and Toshiya would really never forgive him if he didn't get to go to Thailand after all the talking-up of the place that Kaoru and later Yoshiki had done, so no swapping out Toshiya for Die...

He'd just have to get the reservation changed to one of the others. But... who?


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They were taking a smoke break, in their usual spot outside the studio's back door. Kaoru and Die sat sprawled across opposite corners of a bench by the wall; Toshiya crouched a few feet from them, staring up at the brilliant blue sky that was only touched by a hint of smog around the horizon today.

Kyo poked his head out the door. Spotting them, he strolled out, hands jingling change in his pockets. Kaoru sat up quickly, leaning forward with a warm smile that was only a shade predatory.

"So, Kyo - ever wanted to ride an elephant?"

"Elephants?" He perked up reflexively, an instant, childlike excitement brightening his face.

"Yeah, elephants." It was almost too much for even Kaoru's black evil plotting soul to take, that innocently gleeful look. But not quite. "It'll be great, Kyo. Fucking best thing ever." He could feel Die's sidelong darkly amused look at that. Yeah, so I'm picking up your lines, so what. "You'll love it." He beamed cheerfully, rising in a calculated rush. "Wonderful, then! I'll just go call and have the reservation transferred!" He waved gaily as he disappeared through the door, Kyo's "Hey, wait... what?!" fading behind him as he broke into a run.


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