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The Lion and the Wolf	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Die/Kyo Views: 868 -:- 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.

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Die’s brain shut down for a moment, and his entire body went into auto-pilot. Either he’d gone mad and was imagining this entire scenario or his victim had come back from the grave and hunted him down, and he simply didn’t have the capacity to handle either option. Faced with a home invasion by a man he had recently murdered, or someone imitating that man, fight seemed impossible and so instinct drove him to flight. He turned to run. He got as far as three steps, his vision blurring and twisting with the frantic speed of his motions, before he was brought to a staggering, stumbling halt by the figure blocking his hallway. The same figure that had just been on his bed. He reeled back, horrified, and tripped over his own feet, gracelessly scrambling backwards on his ass until he knocked into the far wall and had nowhere left to run to.
“You know, kitty cat, I kind of like this whole sexy nerd look you’ve got going on today,” the blonde mentioned, almost offhandedly if not for the purely predatory smirk tugging at his lips.
Die looked into his bedroom, eyes wide. The bed was now empty.

Shitshitshitshitsh-
This isn’t real, this can’t be real!

-itshitshitshitshitsh-
Is this what madness feels like?

-itshitshitshitshit!
“What are you doing here?!” He hissed at the blonde through haze of fury-laced panic, “What do you want?!”
The blonde raised a mocking eyebrow, “You don’t want to see me? Well, that’s just rude. I thought we really had something together, after we were so intimate the other night.”
Die shook his head frantically, still trying to back further into the wall, “No, NO, you’re… he’s dead! I killed him! You can’t be him, you can’t be real, because he’s DEAD! You… you’re the other one! With the piercings, you… you followed us! And now you’re trying to get me back for killing him!”
“Yeah? You think I went out and got a whole mess of tattoos, grew out my hair, gained ten kilos, and cut a big patch of skin off my belly just to dick with you? And I did it all in one day?”
“Then you’re a hallucination! Either way, you can’t be him because he’s dead!”
“Do hallucinations hurt?”
“Wh-… what? No, of course n- AGH!”
Die brought his hands up to cradle his mouth, the taste of his own blood flooding his mouth from where the blonde’s punch had driven his cheek into his teeth. The tattooed man remained crouched in front of him, watching him shake and pant while he struggled to understand what was happening, to somehow rationalize the situation. Die had to accept that the figure before him was real, because it had just punched him in the face, and the resulting pain was very real. He had to accept that it was his blonde and not the other one, because the differences were just too numerous. He had to accept that a dead man was in his house, hitting him and mocking him and somehow still managing to tweak at that horribly, homicidal place inside of him.
“What are you?” he managed to whisper.
The blonde grinned, “There, now we’re getting somewhere. Your people call me Amano-Jaku; the very embodiment of perversion, who consumes the flesh of the innocent and walks amongst mankind in the flayed skin of its victims, who stirs the darkness in mortals’ hearts into a burning desire for sin to drive them to their inevitable downfall. My people call me Kyo.”
Die just stared, hands lowering slightly to reveal a reddened mouth that gaped in shock, “You… you’re a… demon…?”
“Oh yes. In a comfy, cozy human suit which you, you wonderfully sick creature, tore all to pieces and violated, and I find that absolutely fascinating. I’ve never been murdered before.”
“…” Die’s eyes flicked down to the patch he’d carved out of the blonde’s abdomen. It was a deep, shiny red that he’d originally thought was scabbed-over flesh like the edges of the golden-tan skin around it, but from this close it looked almost like some kind of pebbled scaling. He reached out slowly, brushing his fingertips over the second layer of skin, finding it to be dry and smooth to the touch, thick but soft like a lizard’s belly. A soft, hysterical laugh bubbled out of him, and he cut it off quickly.
Kyo leaned forward, conspiratorially, “I kind of liked it.”
“And… the other one? The one you came to the club with, that followed me?”
A lazy shrug, “My little brother. We hunt together, share most of our prey; our skins aren’t related, but they share a hometown. He likes poking holes in his, I like drawing on mine. When they shrivel and wilt, we’ll let them ‘die’ and go find new ones. Actually, it’s kind of funny; we had been planning on killing you. Imagine my surprise when you beat me to the punch.”
“You-… You’re a goddamn monster!” Die breathed in horror.
“Says the man who gutted, ate, and fucked me thinking I was dead.”
“What?! I’m-… that’s not-… you-… …No.” Die shook his head, pushing up of the floor and moving into his bedroom to gather up his scattered trophies with trembling hands, “No, this isn’t real. I’m imagining this, because I’ve gone mad. You can’t be here, and you can’t be real, because you’re dead. I killed you, I felt you die!”
“Mmm, and don’t you want to feel it again?”
Die froze, breath catching in his throat.
Kyo sidled up behind the taller body, his voice dropped to a sultry murmur, “Don’t you want to feel it while you’re inside me? Feel this body’s final convulsions; feel my heartbeat shudder to a halt around your cock?”
Oh gods…

Nnnh…!
This… this can’t be real, this has to be-…

Oh, but I want… I need…
Die turned slowly to face the demon again, a slow flush rising to his cheeks. He was still freaking out, certainly, but lust was starting to bubble up in him with an unnatural, unholy persistence to override everything else. Kyo pressed against him slowly, hands sliding up his chest, up his neck, to tug his hair free of its tie, stretching up to brush that wicked mouth over his ear.
“Don’t you want to taste my heart again, Daisuke?”
Die groaned, eyes fluttering just a bit at the mere thought of tasting that sinful treat once more. The next thing he knew, he had two fistfuls of blonde hair and his tongue was driving into the smaller man’s mouth with mindless desperation. It was a bizarre experience for him; not only was the person he was kissing actually kissing him back, but the tongue driving against seemed too long, too smooth, and the teeth he was sliding past felt rather sharp. Kyo, though he’d been planning on drawing this game out a little bit, tasted the mortal’s blood from where he’d hit him, and it stripped away a lot of his patience. He grabbed Die by the front of the shirt and threw him roughly back onto the bed, sending the old trophies scattering across the floor as he crawled on hands and knees up the length of the taller man’s body.
Die wasn’t even phased by the display of inhuman strength. He was lost, fully and absolutely, in the legs straddling his hips, in the wickedly unnatural mouth sealing once more against his own, in the hands growing claws that shredded through his shirt and rip its tattered remains off of him. To feel another body on his, moving, breathing, pulsating with lust and life; it was a foreign sensation to him, overwhelming and almost jarring in its intensity. Pleasure – from the demon’s touch or will, Die had no way of knowing – so abrupt and so strong it hurt. Still there was the taste of blood and the promise of death, but it felt wrong to him if only for the lack of wrongness to which he was so deeply accustomed and addicted; a whole new macabre fantasy for him to indulge himself in.
He drove one hand into the hole he’d made in the demon’s skin-suit, wanting to feel more of that scaly skin slicked with the human blood running through the protective covering. Kyo moaned and chuckled against him, thoroughly enjoying both Die’s morbid eagerness and the first touch he’d felt against his own true flesh in countless decades. He wasn’t prepared for the brunette to dig his fingers in until his own blood welled up to mix with that running through his suit, but the pain only spurred him into grinding his hips roughly against Die’s.
When Kyo disengaged, their mouths separating with a wet smack, Die startled at the sudden change in his appearance. Sharp brown eyes had gone honey-gold surrounded by black, and a grotesquely long, forked tongue was dancing behind a wicked array of sharp fangs. The surprise only lasted – only mattered – for a split second before he was taking his hand out of the hole he’d made and sucking his blood-slicked fingers into his own mouth, licking up that intoxicating demonic nectar like a starving man. Kyo grinned, delighted, and slid back off of the bed to shuck out of his jeans and boxers. Die sat up and managed to get almost halfway out of his own pants before they were torn off of him entirely and the blonde was settling on top of him again, pressing a familiar, beloved knife into his right hand.
“Do what you want. Just don’t rip anything out ‘til the end,” the demon panted, harsh and excited in Die’s ear.
And Die obliged, eagerly. He sank the knife to the hilt into the blonde’s chest, the blade slipping between ribs to pierce through one heaving lung. Kyo’s echoing wail startled him badly, but the smaller body kept moving, kept grinding against him and grabbing at him with clawed fingers as blood bubbled up from both the wound and the mouth as the shredded lung flooded. The smell hit him, just as it had the first night – that sweet, thick sanguine delicacy – and he stabbed the blonde again and again, reveling in every choked grunt and halting cry Kyo issued in response. Blood poured out to spread between them, until they were both covered in rich, slick crimson and Die dropped the knife, lunging forward to lap up the messy treat, driving his tongue into the wounds he inflicted and sucking at them. Kyo gasped and grabbed onto Die’s hair, holding him against his chest in pure delight at the vicious treatment, a rattling growl creeping up his throat as he lost himself to pleasure.
It was too much, and not nearly enough. Die needed more. He grabbed at the demon on his lap, pulling and lifting and rocking up against it, seeking by feel alone in a position he’d never before taken in a desperate attempt to penetrate the brutalized body with his own. Kyo grunted impatiently and shoved him back, slamming him against the headboard, before reaching back to guide Die into place by hand. Die just kept thrusting, mindlessly, until he finally felt the entrance he sought and slammed up into it, his shuddering groan drowned out by Kyo’s pain-laced howl of delight.
They moved together then, in violent discord as Die fought to find rhythm in a body that moved and Kyo stoked constantly at the mortal’s bloodlust, driving him into frenzy. The bed creaked and groaned in protest until one of the legs finally snapped, pitching them sharply to one side and sliding them halfway down the red-stained mattress. Kyo let out a mad cackle between groans of pleasure, but Die was too far gone in his own madness to even notice the bizarre new angle, engrossed in sucking and chewing at the stab wounds on the demon’s chest and fighting constantly to get deeper into him. Still bloody, still heated constriction torn and force to yield to him, but now throbbing around him, bucking against him, clawing as if in the final desperate throes of death and it was so goddamn good he could scarcely breathe.
When Die felt the white-hot coil of rapture begin to tighten, deep in his belly, he remembered the prize he’d been promised and grabbed for his knife again, pushing up until they both overbalanced and went crashing off the dropped end of the bed. Kyo’s eyes rolled back into his head, too-long tongue lolling out in grotesque bliss as the blade sank into his belly once more, tearing through both his skin-suit and his own flesh to bear his innards to Die’s greedy whims. Die couldn’t even be bothered to search properly this time, grabbing handfuls of slick, squishy viscera and tearing it aside to get at what he wanted, his efforts made sloppier by his erratic rutting. The blonde gasped and choked, his powerful voice wavering and fading as his mouth filled with blood and his body was hollowed out, his motions slowing to a tense, agonized writhing. The muscles sporadically clamping down around his cock almost blinded Die with something that teetered wildly between pleasure and pain, and he let out a shuddering cry of victory as his hands closed around the demon’s heart.
With one vicious yank, he had the organ free of its cavity and between his teeth, and everything came crashing down around him. Kyo convulsed, then went limp beneath him, the intoxicating taste of demon flesh and blood splashed against his tongue, and he came so hard his vision went white and his mind shut down under the flood of pure ecstasy. By the time the world righted itself, half of the heart was gone, and his hips had slowed to shallow beating into the demon’s still body. Madness waned, he looked about himself slowly, taking in the gory mess that his bedroom had become. Then he looked down at the blonde he’d killed for the second time, taking in wolf-like gold eyes staring off into the distance and a snake’s tongue hanging out between crooked fangs. Streaks and beads of cum were spattered across the bloody chasm of his abdomen.
Dazed, Die pulled himself free of the demon corpse and staggered his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped in, heedless of the frigid water, and simply stood under the spray staring at blank white tile as Kyo’s blood sluiced off of him. He stood there for an untold amount of time; long enough for the water to get almost unbearably hot, and then to cool back down again. The sudden, jarring chime of his doorbell was what finally shook him out of his stupor.
Fumbling into his bathrobe, tying the belt with unsteady hands, he hurried out of his ruined bedroom to the front door of his apartment, peering out through the peephole. The sight of two crisp blue uniforms, with shiny silver badges predominantly displayed on chest pockets, made his heart shiver and freeze up with panic. His eyes rolled wildly back and forth, looking from the hall leading to his deeply-incriminating bedroom to the flimsy wooden panel standing between him and the police.
‘Why are they here?!’

‘They know, it was all a trap, they know!’
‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!’
The doorbell rang again, and a muffled voice calling “Mr. Andou?” came through.
‘Just… just act normal!’
Swallowing and putting on his best mildly confused, nonchalant smile, Die opened the door a crack and peeked out, “Hello?”
“Mr. Andou?”
“Yes, sir?”
“We’re with the police department. We’ve received several calls regarding a possible domestic situation at this address.”
“O-Oh, really? That’s, uh… that’s strange. Maybe I just had the TV on too loud?”
“Your neighbors reported screaming and banging noises coming from your apartment. Is there anyone else in here with you, Mr. Andou?”
“Ahh… n-no, it’s just me, I live alone.”
“Do you mind if we take a look inside?”

‘SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!’
‘They’ll know something’s up if I refuse!’

‘THEY’LL KNOW SOMETHING’S UP IF THEY FIND A GODDAMN BODY IN THE BEDROOM!’
‘What do I do, what the fuck do I do?!’

‘…The knife is still in the bedroom…’
‘…’
“Umm… o-of course.”
Slowly, Die stepped aside to let the officers in. Belatedly, he remembered the mess he’d made of his apartment when he’d first come home, and he shifted awkwardly now as they surveyed his scattered belongings. It certainly looked like one hell of a domestic dispute had torn the place apart. His breathing went slow and shallow with anxiety as they walked carefully, deliberately through his home, peering into his kitchen, his study, making their way down the hall to the room that Die had left absolutely covered in blood and guts. They came to a stop in the bedroom doorway, someone gasped, and Die braced himself, ready to bulrush the officers in a desperate bid to maintain his freedom.
“Oh! Um… h-hi!”
The light voice coming from the bedroom startled Die, and he sidled in behind the policemen to peek between them. Kyo was standing at the foot of the ruined bed, clean and unharmed and, by all appearances, perfectly human. All of the blood and gore was gone from the floor, the bed, everything, as if the whole thing had never happened. He was wearing one of Die’s oversized tee-shirts, tugging the front hem down to hide his crotch with a sweet, modest blush staining his cheeks, staring at the police with nervous brown eyes. The perfect picture of flustered, innocent embarrassment, caught in a moment of impropriety.
The officer that had been doing all the speaking up to this point looked decidedly uncomfortable, so his partner spoke up this time, “Young man, are you alright? The neighbors said it sounded like someone was being killed in here.”
“Oh, gosh!” Die just stared, utterly dumbfounded, as Kyo wrinkled his nose and ducked his head apologetically, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be so loud, it was just… we were… well, you know, and… ahhh… oh jeez, how embarrassing…”
“You’re not hurt at all? Were you two fighting?”
Kyo gave a sheepish grin, blush deepening, “No, not fighting…”
The first officer made a soft noise of disgust and turned to leave, and the second just smiled awkwardly, “Alright. Just, uh… try to be a little quieter next time, huh? We don’t want to get called out here every time you two’s… activities disturb the neighborhood.”
Kyo bit his lip shyly and nodded, “Yes, sir. Sorry…”
The officer turned to Die, mildly amused, “We’ll let you off with a warning, since this is your first offense, but if we get another noise complaint from this address you will be fined. Understood?”
Die just nodded dumbly, watching as the officers scanned the place once more just to be sure no one was hurt, then made their way out of the apartment. The front door opened and shut again, and Die let out a breath that felt like he’d been holding it the whole time. When he looked back into the bedroom, Kyo had shed both Die’s shirt and his innocent demeanor, tugging his jeans back into place and buttoning up the fly calmly.
“What… what just…?” Die stuttered, completely lost.
Kyo crossed the room with a confident stride and, before Die knew what was happening, grabbed the brunette by the back of the neck and dragged him down, sharp fangs coming to rest terrifyingly close to his jugular. Die froze up, eyes widening at the sudden anticipation of his throat being ripped out and time lost all meaning or perspective in that fragile moment when he realized his own death was at hand. Then the hand’s vice grip loosened, and the fangs were replaced by a teasing flick of that forked tongue.
“Nah, you’re too much fun. I think I’ll play with you a little more before I eat you,” Kyo murmured, grinning.
The blonde let go, then, grabbing Die’s hand instead and dragging one sharp claw across his palm. Die yelped and tried to yank his hand free, but the demon held fast, letting his blood drip onto the half-dried patch of skin that was to be the trophy from their first coupling. The taller man watched as the tattooed bit of hide soaked up his blood, returning to its original texture before Kyo pressed it over the hole in its abdomen. It promptly sealed itself back into place, and it was as though Die’s knife had never once touched the blonde. Running one fond finger over his returned tiger tattoo, Kyo picked up his shirt from where he’d left it on the bedroom floor and finished dressing under Die’s shell-shocked gaze.
The demon moved to leave then, pausing for a moment to press his hand against Die’s chest, “You’ve tasted of my flesh, mortal, not once now but twice, and until all that you’ve taken is returned, we are bound together. One day, when your madness ceases to please and amuse me, I will feast upon your body; shred your flesh between my teeth, drink your blood, and suck the very marrow from your bones. I won’t share you with my brother, but keep you all to myself, and gorge myself on you. On that day, my lion, I will save your heart for last, and I promise I will savor every last bite of it.”
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