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Your Sins Into Me	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey or Penicillin, and do not profit from this work.

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Long arms wound around Kyo’s waist from behind, dozens of glossy black braids falling over his neck and shoulders as he was held close. “Hey, Beautiful. I missed you.”
The smooth voice made the tension seep out of Kyo’s shoulders, and his eyes drifted shut as he leaned back against the taller man with content sigh. “Hey.”
“How was your day?”
“Long. It’s nice to be home, finally.”
“Mmm, I’m glad.” Hakuei’s lips were soft against his ear, teeth sharp as they nipped lightly at a pierced lobe. “C’mere, maybe I can make your day better.”
Kyo felt a little shiver of thrill run up his spine. His pulse was still racing from his performance, and that mouth against his ear and the hand pawing boldly at his groin were absolutely intoxicating. He turned in the circle of his lover’s arms, nuzzling briefly against the sparrow tattoos on the older man’s collarbones. One large hand came up to cup his cheek and he tilted his head back to receive a deep kiss as its twin slid over his shoulder to push at his jacket. When Kyo was free of the garment he brought his arms up to wrap around Hakuei’s strong shoulders, threading his fingers through smooth, silky ropes of hair. Arms slid around his back and under his butt, lifting him off his feet, and he hitched his legs around his lover’s waist eagerly.
Kyo was carried into the bedroom and dumped with little ceremony onto the bed, his lips separating from Hakuei’s with a wet sound. He panted, looking up at his lover with half-hooded eyes, admiring long black braids caressing a toned chest, elaborately tattooed muscular arms, the soft rise of hipbones peeking out from above sagging jeans. Hakuei was a thoroughly sensual creature, and even after almost a year together, just looking at him set Kyo’s blood boiling. Sitting up, the blonde stripped off his tee-shirt and threw it aside carelessly before hooking his fingers in the taller man’s belt loops to pull him closer.
Hakuei knelt over him, a slow grin spreading over his face. “Hey, Babe?”
Kyo arched his hips, rubbing himself shamelessly against his lover. “Yeah?”
“I feel like doing something special for you tonight.”
The blonde’s movements slowed a little, his tongue darting out to wet suddenly-dry lips. “You mean…?”
“Mmhmm.” Large hands drifted down the younger man’s chest, over a fluttering belly, to settle at the waist of the blonde’s pants. “Do you want it?”
“A-aa… yes, Haku, please…”
Hakuei leaned down to flick the tip of a clever tongue over Kyo’s lower lip before he moved away to dig in the nightstand. A ray of moonlight from the window glanced off of the steel and ebony hilt of Kyo’s favorite knife, his name carved into the wood in elegant calligraphy. His breath caught eagerly in his throat. Hakuei flicked the blade open, sharpened to a near-invisible edge, as he knelt over his smaller lover again.
“Do it,” Kyo begged, stretching his arms out to the side with the soft undersides exposed.
Hakuei’s free hand gripped Kyo’s arm tightly, pressing it down firmly into the bedcovers to keep it still. A crooked tooth bit down on a full lip as the blade slid gracefully across Kyo’s wrist with a short, deft movement of one large hand. His head rolled back, hips bucking against Hakuei’s, pleasure and pain spinning together wickedly as the skin bloomed with deep red from the shallow cut.
“Uuunnnn, Hakuei… again…”
“Shh, Darlin’, shh… be patient.”
“Please, Haku?” Kyo’s voice was an anxious whine.
Hakuei’s grin was wickedly self-indulgent. Kyo so rarely indulged his masochistic urges and when he did, the taller man could hardly control himself for the waves of primal lust that washed over him. His eyes were sharp as he slowly, torturously drew the blade twice more across his lover’s soft skin. Kyo was half-gone with agonized ecstasy as three matching lines were carved into the opposite wrist. The wet heat of blood sliding over his skin, the deep throbbing sting of the cuts, the powerful stabilizing grip of Hakuei’s strong hand – it was all too much. Burnt gold eyes rolled back into the younger man’s head, beads of sweat rolled across his chest and forehead, making his skin shine in the faint light, and full, flushed lips were panting harshly.
“Gods, Sugar, you bleed so beautifully…” Hakuei’s low voice purred overhead, pulling the blonde’s pants off and running his fingers up smooth, toned calves. “Touch yourself. I want to see you fuck yourself with those bloody hands.”
Kyo moaned and complied eagerly as his lover backed up to watch. His legs spread shamelessly, bent at the knees in a lewd display. One hand ran down a heaving chest, leaving a slick of wet red, to tease and dip into his own entrance, the other running ever-so-lightly up the shaft of his straining erection. Every brush of his fingers made sensitive flesh sing, every movement of his hands made his wrists scream, and the symphony was beautiful. Hakuei watched, eyes dark and intense with lust, the knife clattering to the floor unheeded. He pulled out his own arousal and started rubbing himself slowly as his young lover began to stretch and prepare himself with blood-slick fingers, one dripping digit at a time.
“Hakuei… nnnh!” the blonde gasped, eyes hazy with pleasure as he rocked against his own fingers, trying to press them ever deeper into himself. “Please, Haku, don’t make me wait any longer!”
The plea, combined with the deeply erotic sight in front of him, snapped Hakuei’s final thread of control. He didn’t even bother to take his pants off the rest of the way before surging forward to yank his lover’s hand away and hitch the shorter man’s leg up roughly. Kyo’s head snapped back with a choked gasp as the taller man thrust into him with one sharp push, dragging harsh groans from both of them.
Hakuei was way too far gone for any kind of constraint and his thrusts were rough and erratic, pounding mindlessly into the lithe little body beneath him, fingers digging mercilessly into lean thighs. Kyo’s bloody fingers painted red stripes across his lover’s flesh as he clawed at the older man’s back, hips rocking up to meet every brutal thrust. The bed creaked and thumped against the wall noisily, two voices gasped and moaned, and moonlight shined off of the sweat- and blood-streaked bodies to illuminate their wanton sins. When Kyo’s back arched off the bed and that powerful voice screamed with abandon, Hakuei threw his head back and added his own roar to the sound with a final, brutal thrust as they both came to climax.
When time started moving again, the taller man leaned down to touch his forehead against his lover’s as he pulled out, earning a soft gasp from the younger man. He was shaking with exertion when he flopped to one side of the blonde, rolling on his back and letting tired arms fall limp over his head in a sated sprawl. In the sudden still silence of the room, their soft panting seemed almost invasive as they both fought to catch their breath, basking in the heady afterglow of vulgar sex.
When Hakuei’s breathing eventually evened out into sleep, Kyo slid off the bed quietly, collected his knife from the floor, and padded into the bathroom. With hands that still shook, he carefully cleaned the blade and his cuts, then bandaged his arms with skill born of long practice. When pristine white bandages were taped securely in place, he wetted a towel with warm water and began to wipe at the blood, sweat, and cum that was smeared all over his body.
His hands slowed when he caught sight of the mirror. Bloody, naked, with a black eye and mussed hair, he found he looked… frail, somehow. His thoughts flashed again to the argument the night before; the one he started with a sharp tongue, and Hakuei finished with a flying fist. Hakuei had been drinking, and had unleashed a scathing complaint about how messy the apartment had become just as Kyo was walking through the door after work. The blonde was already tired and cranky and had snapped back at him, and the whole situation spiraled rapidly into a screaming, bickering fit. A half-empty beer bottle was thrown to shatter against the wall, Kyo hissed a vicious insult, and things came to a violent head. After Hakuei stormed out of the room, Kyo had had to clean the living room with ice over one eye to keep it from swelling shut.
It was not the first such argument, and despite the empty promises and apologies that always surfaced afterwards, he knew it would not be the last. But still, when Hakuei looked at him with that damnably cocky smile and warm black eyes, when he touched him with those skilled fingers that knew every centimeter of his body, Kyo knew he couldn’t help but love the man. He thought to himself, not for the first time, that maybe if he weren’t such a drain on the older man – if he made more money to help pay the bills, or if he weren’t so fickle and unpredictable all the time – maybe they wouldn’t argue quite so much. He turned away from his reflection, sickened by the sight of himself, and scrubbed the mess away until his skin was stinging and pink.
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