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Play Me / Playing You	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1077 -:- 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, and do not profit from this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Play Me - Kyo's POV
- 2-Playing You - Kaoru's POV
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I’ve always been fascinated by Kyo’s face. He has a capricious personality, shifting from one emotion to the next with ease that would make the greatest actor sick with envy, and his face is always representative of that volatility. It can be very harsh, particularly when we’re on stage and he’s performing – all snarling teeth and furrowed brows and wild eyes – but it can also be very soft and sweet. In the five years that we’ve known each other, I’ve seen more expressions from him than I can possibly count, and each one is as captivating as the last.
When he’s relaxed and happy, his eyes are big and soft, and his mouth spreads out into the sweetest little smile. When he’s feeling smug, his eyes narrow up just a little bit, and his lips pull off to one side in an unbelievably cocky smirk. When he’s in a playful mood, his eyes get wide and his eyebrows creep up and his nose crinkles just a little with the force of his grin. When he’s confused, or thoughtful, his eyebrows furrow in, and he purses his lips, often with an irritated little huffing sound. And when he’s feeling lost or insecure or afraid, when he thinks no one’s looking, his eyes will soften and his eyebrows will lift just the tiniest bit in the center, the corners of his mouth sinking as if he no longer has the capacity to smile ever again.
I know it’s probably not healthy, to so obsessively watch a friend and coworker. But as I’ve gotten to know Kyo over the years, I’ve found myself carrying something of a torch for him; enamored by his sweet fierceness, his unyielding faith and dedication to our dream, his wicked humor. It’s nothing invasive, of course. I’ve dated other people over the years, fallen in and out of love, in and out of beds. I’ve long since come to accept that I want Kyo as a lover, but I don’t really need him as anything more than a good friend, and I can be content as long as I have that.
For the past couple of months, though, I’ve noticed a new expression on his face… a glossiness that comes over his eyes, a flush that stains his cheeks, sometimes his tongue will even peek out to trace over his lip.
Up until this week, I’d only been able to catch fleeting glimpses of this new look; he was very quick to turn away whenever I looked up. But on Monday, I found him staring at me with that expression again, and he didn’t notice right away. He was watching my guitar, or – if the way his eyes tracked were any indication – my hands. I went to ask him if he needed something, thinking maybe he wasn’t feeling well, and imagine my surprise when the glazed look was suddenly swallowed up by a deer-in-headlights stare. Kyo does not typically fluster easily, but apparently I’d caught him off guard. It happened twice more that day before I stopped asking him what he needed.
After that, I found myself glancing up periodically to see if he was looking at me with that new expression again and more often than not, he was. By Wednesday it finally struck me; he looked aroused. It was a curious realization, and I had to reexamine that look several times to be sure, but I didn’t find it all that terrifically difficult to believe. Again, Kyo is a very capricious creature; his wants and interests are constantly shifting and never predictable. Evidently, they’ve now settled on me, and who am I to look such a damn gorgeous gift horse in the mouth?
It’s Friday now, and everyone is packing up to leave. My heart is pounding as I set my guitar into its stand. I decided this afternoon – after the third time I caught Kyo staring at me – that I can’t actually think of a good reason not to pursue my interest now that it’s apparently being returned. So I’m going to make my move. Today. Kyo is standing right by the door, bouncing a little impatiently with a faint flush on his cheeks, and I know he’s probably planning to stop off in the bathroom to masturbate before he goes home. That’s nothing new – he’s been doing it every now and again ever since we signed onto the record label and started holding practices at the studio – but it does give me hope for his response to my advance. Business comes first, though; there’s the whole rest of the band to deal with.
I clap my hands, and all four heads in the room turn to me. “Great work, everyone, we’ve made amazing progress this week. Die, the song you’re working on sounds great so far, but over the weekend I want you to think about fleshing out the bass line a little bit more. We don’t want Totchi getting bored and making shit up.”
Die pretends to sulk at me, because it wouldn’t be Die if he didn’t. “But it’s the weekend!”
Normally I don’t mind his lighthearted teasing, but I don’t really want to dick around with him today. I know he won’t mind if I don’t play this time; they all understand that I sometimes have to balance my friendship with them against the quasi-leadership role I’ve taken on. “You don’t have to finish it, just think about it. Toshiya, when you’re practicing songs that we’ve already finished, please quit making shit up. You know it throws everyone off.”
“But I get bored,” Toshiya whines, pouting at me playfully.
“I don’t care. If it’s that bad, work with Die and write a bass line that’s more fun for you. Shinya, please put some ice on that wrist and try to rest up during the break. I doubt it’s more than a strain, but we don’t want to risk you.”
Shinya – ever dutiful – just nods. “Yes, Kaoru.”
“Poor Shin-chan’s little birdie bones are so delicate,” Die whispers loudly to Toshiya.
Toshiya snickers in response, “Every time he breaks a drumstick I’m amazed he doesn’t break his arm instead.”
And finally, I get to the one I’ve been looking forward to. “And Kyo?”
“Yeah?”
I have to hold back a smirk. He sounds so impatient. “Can you stay back a bit? There’s something I need to talk to you about. Everyone else, enjoy your weekend. We’ll see you bright and early Monday morning.”
Ah, I know that look very well. His eyes are wide, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his lips are parted just a bit. He’s surprised and definitely not pleased. He grudgingly moves away from the door to let everyone else out.
Toshiya can’t help but tease our little vocalist on his way out. “Oh shit, Kyo-chan’s in trooouuuble.”
Kyo bares his teeth in a familiar snarl, bristling. “Don’t call me that.”
No one is intimidated, of course. I think we’re all past the days when we can believe Kyo is the vicious little devil he pretends to be, and all any of us can see anymore is the sweetness that lies closer to his core.
Die grins cheekily and waves at him as he passes by. “Later, Warumono! Good luck!”
Shinya nods to us silently in farewell and follows after them. Kyo’s sulking now; he lets his bag drag on the ground as he goes over to the couch and flops down onto it. I can’t help but notice, though, that instead of sprawling his legs out like he usually does, he’s got his thighs pressed together. His cheeks are still flushed as well, just the tiniest bit. How precious; he’s gotten himself all worked up, and now he’s trying to hide a hard-on. I’m fairly excited myself – having been imagining this moment for most of the day – but I think I can control it for now. I shut the door to our practice room and move to sit on the low coffee table in front of him.
“What’s up, Kao?” he asks.
I lean forward, watching him closely to gauge his reactions. “You seem a little… distracted lately, Kyo. Is everything okay?”
There’s that deer-in-headlights look again, but he pulls it back quickly and tries to look nonchalant as he mumbles, “Yeah, of course. Just kind of an off week, I guess.”
“You know you can always tell me if something’s bothering you, right?” I reach out one hand to rest it on his knee, noting absently that I’m touching bare skin through a gaping hole in his jeans.
Wow. That was almost instant; the second I touched him, his eyes snapped down to stare at my hand and the faint pink tinge that’d been staining his cheeks flared into a full-on blush. His breathing picks up a little and I’m pretty sure I just saw the bulge in his pants twitch.
I chuckle a bit, gently, so he doesn’t think I’m mocking him. “You know… I thought I was imagining it at first, but… shit, Kyo, you’re not exactly subtle, are you?”
“…Uh… I…”
His eyes get wide as I slide my hand up into the hole in his pants, moving away from his knee to feel along his thigh. Mnn… goddamn, he has nice legs, so firm and smooth… His pants are definitely tenting now, and I revel in the affect my simple touch is having on him. “I’m sure I already know, but I kind of want to hear it from your mouth. Kyo… are you attracted to me?”
He looks a little panicked and almost… guilty? Like he just got caught with his hand in my cookie jar. That expression is warring with somewhat pervasive arousal; he can’t seem to take his eyes off of where my hand disappears into the hole in his jeans. His lips part as if he’s trying to think of something to say to me, but nothing comes out right away, so I wait patiently, just enjoying the warm flesh of his thigh against my palm. After a while, I realize that he isn’t going to say anything, and I take his stunned, enraptured silence as a ‘yes.’ With a heady little rush, I remove my hand from his leg and hook it behind his neck, cradling the back of his head lightly.
“Well if you’re just going to sit there with your mouth open, I guess I should take it as an invitation?”
I lean forward to press my lips to his and feel a little shiver rush through him as I slip my tongue into his mouth. I hear him utter a needy little squeak before his hands are buried in my hair and he’s kissing me back with all the sweet ferocity I’ve always imagined he would. I almost can’t believe that this is really happening; years of quietly watching Kyo, wanting him, and now finally having him. He’s twisting around to lie back on the couch, pulling me with him and a low moan escapes me as he laps eagerly at my mouth, all full lips and soft tongue and just a hint of sharp teeth. My free hand is creeping up his shirt without my permission, and I love the way his stomach shivers so excitedly against my palm as he arches up into my touch. Eventually, the need for air forces me to pull back, and I stare down at him, memorizing this new face with a fond warmth spreading through my chest, taking in the way his eyelashes fan so sweetly against the top curve of his pink cheeks and how his lips, glossy with shared saliva, part just enough for him to pant a little. His eyes flutter open and he looks up at me with a delicious mixture of arousal, wonder, and absolute confusion.
“K-Kaoru?”
He looks somewhat overwhelmed, and I feel a little bad for putting him on the spot this way. I’ve had all day to prepare myself for this moment, he had maybe five minutes. I rub my palm over his belly, murmuring, “If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to tell me now, because I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day. It feels like you have been too.”
He stares up at me, startled. I realize – I think he might be realizing as well – that I’m grinding myself against his thigh. I’m painfully hard now, and I can’t help but seek out just a little bit of friction. I worry a bit, because if I’ve read him wrong – if I’ve pushed this too far, too fast, if I’ve taken advantage of him somehow and this isn’t really what he wants – what I’ve already done could ruin us. I lean down to nuzzle against the soft shell of his ear, feeling him shiver against me as I whisper to him.
“Do you want me to stop, Kyo?”
My last shred of worry disappears completely when I feel him rock his hips up against my stomach, feel his erection grind against me eagerly. I moan and meet him with a thrust of my own. A little thrill washes through me when he gasps, his body jerking up against mine as my hand that’s been exploring under his shirt brushes against skin that’s a little softer than the rest. I take hold of the tiny nub and roll it gently between my thumb and forefinger, wringing a needy little moan from his throat.
“Do you?”
His head falls back against the arm of the couch and I lose myself in expression of pleasure that’s taken over his face. “No! Gods, Kao, no, I don’t want you to stop…”
With that, any last trace of hesitance between us is shattered and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I sit up. My heart is pounding and my dick is throbbing as I pull my shirt off and throw it aside, so excited I can hardly stand it. His hands come up to slide over my stomach, my chest, my sides, my shoulders. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. I reach down to tug impatiently at his shirt, and he pouts a little when he has to take his hands off of me so I can get the thing off. Once it’s gone, he’s touching me again, yanking impatiently at my belt and the fly of my pants until he finally manages to tear them open, revealing insistent bulge of my erection under my boxers. He licks his lips once, eyeing my arousal hungrily, and I groan, pushing him back down to pull at his tattered jeans. He rolls his hips up helpfully so I can pull the garment off, and once he’s bare, his hand is on himself, grabbing his dick and pumping at it shamelessly, as if he just can’t hold himself back any longer.
I grab his wrist to stop him. “Not without me, you greedy little bastard!”
He frowns a little, either because I stopped him or because of my comment, but I reach one hand up and pressed my fingers against his lips before he can say anything. I only meant to quiet him, but he opens up immediately, taking my fingers into his mouth. He lets out a needy little moan and I shiver as he sucks and licks at my flesh ardently, his tongue sliding over and around and between each digit. I shift around until I can get my pants off, then move to settle on top of him again. He rocks up against me immediately and I groan when he manages to grind his erection directly into mine.
I pull my fingers out of that intoxicating mouth and he whines a little, but it’s cut off by an indulgent moan when I move my hand down to press one digit into his other entrance, the penetration eased by his own saliva. I wrap my other hand around his arousal, rubbing the pulsating flesh to keep him relaxed as I stretch him as quickly as I can. He lets out such incredible noises, and gods, the look on his face when I add a second finger, scissoring them in and out of him, when I add a third, massaging against his insides. He’s flushed, his lips are red and just a little swollen, his tongue darting out to trace over them as he pants, his eyes are rolled back into his head.
I look around as I pull my fingers free, grimacing when I can’t find any sort of lotion or oil to use as a lubricant. “We don’t have any-”
He’s on me before I can finish my sentence, pushing me to lie back so our positions are reversed. “Let me.”
Oh gods, his mouth is amazing – soft and hot and wet as it engulfs the top half of my erection – and I gasp as I fold my fingers into his hair. I can hardly breathe except to moan as he treats my dick to the same treatment he had my fingers, sucking and licking at it messily. It’s not the most skilled head I’ve ever received, but it’s easily the most enthusiastic, and the look on his face as he does it is almost enough to get me off on the spot. Then he’s rising and I let go of his hair so he can straddle my lap, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders for support. He looks so eager, aching so badly for release, and I reach out to grasp his hip with one hand, taking my dick in the other to position it as he begins sinking onto me.
He is so. Fucking. Tight. We’re both panting, and he’s whimpering a little as he stops halfway down to try to adjust. He looks pained and I lean forward to kiss his neck and collarbone, letting go of his hip to rub his back in an attempt to help him relax. I want to feel bad for not taking more time to prepare him, but it’s hard when he feels so fucking good around me. I feel the vice grip around my arousal slacken just a bit, feel his throat constricting under my lips as I kiss his neck, then his legs clamp down around me and he slams down onto me, taking me in to the hilt. We both cry out then, and my vision goes white for a split second as I’m surrounded by quivering, glorious, constrictive heat.
“You ha-… you have no… idea… how fuckin’… beautiful you are… right now.” I have to tell him.
He’s shaking and I know he has to be hurting. I pull him down to kiss him deeply, gently, fighting to keep myself still until he’s ready. He mewls a little, plaintively, and starts to move up and down on me. The friction is amazing, his saliva providing only enough lubrication to allow easy movement, and it’s more than I can take. I start rocking up against him, sliding my tongue along his as I feel him start to loosen up just a fraction at a time. I roll my hips, changing the angle of my thrusts to push in deeper-
“A~AH!” he cries out, breaking out kiss to arch his back.
He’s clamping down around me and the last vestiges of my self-control are blown apart. I rock forward, pulling one of his legs up as I push him onto his back to give myself more leverage to drive in and out of him. I want to give him more, to hear him moan louder, feel him quiver and constrict around me. Want to see that look of ecstasy wash over his features again. My clean hand slides up of its own volition to press two fingers into his gaping mouth and he latches onto them, sucking and licking at them wantonly as I break down and just fuck him from both ends. When my hand is coated in slick spit, I reach down between us to wrap my fingers around his erection and stroke it as I rock into him. He rises up to meet my every thrust, his fingers clutching at my shoulders as if he’s afraid to fall, afraid to lose what’s building between us. And he sings for me – gods does he ever sing! He pants, he moans, he whimpers and screams my name, and every new sound I wring from him is accompanied by the most exquisite expressions of wild euphoria.
We’ve both been waiting and wanting too long to keep it up for very long. He loses it first, bucking into an impossible arch and throwing his head back with a scream that shakes the air around us. I feel heat splash over my hand, against my belly and chest as his passage clamps down around me with the force of his orgasm, his hips continuing to roll against me even after he’s drained. I fall into sloppy, uncoordinated pounding into him, absolutely using him for my own pleasure now that he’s found his, reveling in the every sensation of having him under me, around me, swallowing me whole. My eyes roll back into my head, stars flashing in my vision as I empty myself inside him, filling him – staining him – with my seed. I feel like my climax releases every last trace of energy I had, and I can’t hold myself up anymore, collapsing onto him as we both struggle to catch our breath.
After a few moments, he pushes at me a little, huffing, “He-… heavy…”
Ugh… moving sounds like more effort than it’s worth right now, but I know I must be crushing him. I roll us both so we’re on our sides. I have to hold him close to keep him from falling off the couch, but I don’t have to stay inside of him. It takes some effort to do so, but I manage. I don’t want to leave him… don’t want to lose this amazing connection, the feeling of being inside of him, locked together so intimately. He looks up at me with that curious little frown I’ve studied so many times, and I know he’s noticed that I had to choose to keep us this way. He looks a little lost, almost certainly unsure of how what we’ve done is going to change things between us, and I smile at him, kissing his forehead and brushing some of his hair out of his face so I can look at him properly.
“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur, too tired to deal with it right now. “If you want, we can talk about it later, but for now, just sleep.”
“Mmm…”
He seems content with that, tucking his head underneath my chin with a soft sigh. He falls asleep quickly, just as one might expect from him, and I pull back just long enough to study his visage in post-coital respite. It’s beautiful, like all of his other expressions, and I smile fondly before closing my eyes. After so long studying Kyo’s many faces, so long nursing this little flame of desire for him, of course I’ve wondered what he would look like in the throes of passion. And no matter what happens between us, I am content to have seen the faces of his pleasure. To see how his eyes glaze and roll, how his cheeks flush and bead with sweat, how his mouth falls open to gasp and moan. I finally got to see these facets of a side of his personality that had previously been forbidden to me; to see new expressions that I had only fantasized about before.
And they are everything I’d imagined they would be.
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