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It's Only Life	By : XLiebeX Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Dir en grey, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Chapter 6

The leader, the controlling and regimented part, in me is fretting over our canceled tour dates, but the part of me that is strictly marked ‘Kyo’ doesn’t give a shit about missing our shows for the time being. This has to say something about the depth of my devotion to him, but I do wonder what I would feel if anyone else was sick like this.

Kyo was kept in the hospital for one more day after he was admitted, before he was released to us. Dr. Davis had warned me, once again, to make sure that we all were on the look-out for flu symptoms.

Totchi had started complaining of feeling badly, almost immediately, so we started pumping medicine into the bassist, not wanting another episode like Kyo’s. I am still waiting for it to hit me. By all means, it should be hitting me full-force by now, but I’ve felt nothing.

During the duration of the singer’s stay, I managed to stay in the hospital room with him the entire time, leaving only to inform the others of what Davis had told me. I slept in two of the chairs in the room, angled so I could lie across them, but I spent most of my time there watching Kyo.

I am surprised that I could have found anything funny at that point, but I couldn’t help but laugh when I frightened a nurse while she was checking in on him. She slipped in to check his hook-ups, not noticing me in the corner. When she was done checking his stats, she had stood, looking at him. It had been obvious that she was, at least, intrigued or perhaps, enamored.

“He is gorgeous, isn’t he?” I had asked the blonde calmly, even though I was not totally certain if the structure and phrasing of the sentence was correct. However, in the dim light, I saw her jump and cover her mouth in surprise. In spite of herself, she had nodded in agreement with me. I had simply smiled in response, and she left quickly.

Perhaps the most emotional point of the stay had been around four in the morning. I was sitting in a chair, leaning back, with my eyes closed. When I was on the verge on nodding off, I heard Kyo stirring around in his bed. Immediately, I was on alert, just in case Kyo needed something.

“Kaoru…?” His voice had sounded so small, and unsure. Where was that ferocious roar and that cocky, little attitude that screamed, ‘suck me,’ to anyone who had a problem with him?

“I’m still here,” I remember telling him, trying to be soothing. It had been difficult for me to tell if he could see as well as I could, with the lights so non-existent in that hospital room. Then, I had straightened up in my chair, ready to get up and tend to him, if need be.

“I was just checking,” he murmured, giving me the clear to settle back down. From there, on out, he had been quiet, and we both slept then until much later in the morning.

Shinya had messaged my phone, alerting me that we were going to be back on the bus. So, when we checked Kyo out, we headed for the bus, in lieu of back to the hotel room. With much protesting from Kyo, I had scooped him up and carried the smaller man into the bus, depositing him in my bunk. I had drawn the curtain closed, and that was where we stayed.

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Kyo’s blonde head is nestled on my chest, and in turn, my right hand is resting comfortably on top of it. From time to time, I find my fingers gently tangling in his hair, and then methodically smoothing it back into place. It has been a few days since the hospital incident, and tomorrow will be our first show since then. I hope that all goes well.

Shifting slightly, a cooler portion of the hotel bed comes in contact with my bare back and I press against it, gratefully, enjoying the temperature. I can’t sleep at all tonight. Pursing my lips, I blow cool air down my chest, in a steady stream, into Kyo’s face.

His nose wrinkles before he blearily opens his dark eyes and stares at me with that unpleasant look he always has when someone wakes him up. “...the fuck you want, Kaoru?” he mumbles, pressing his face into my chest.

“You, but if you would rather sleep…”

“Nuh-uh,” Kyo says sluggishly, shaking his head. I push him gently, urging him to sit up, while I do the same, rising to get the lubricant beforehand. Setting it on the nightstand, I climb back on the bed. Kyo is sitting, balanced on his knees and still looking groggily at me. Reaching for his face with both hands, I pull him in for a kiss. His lips are so soft against mine and a shiver runs down my spine as they spread for my tongue. Parting, I press our foreheads together.

“You are such a romantic,” Kyo says, with a hint of joking in his tone and an amused smirk tugging at his lips, shutting his eyes.

“A romantic, am I?” I ask, smiling at him, even though he cannot see the gesture. I find it to be untrue; romantic, I am not-- in love, I am. “Is it a problem?”

Kyo shakes his blonde head, opening his eyes once more. “You are rough enough when the situation calls for it,” he says, grinning mischievously, almost as though he is challenging me, somehow.

A wave of playfulness hits me and my fingers poke Kyo’s sides, pressing into an area that I know is vulnerable, even for our bad-ass vocalist. He squirms about and flops on his back.

“Kaoru, you annoying bastard,” he laughs, with his knees to his chest, his feet poised to ward me off. The situation is quickly becoming less sexual and more humorous. Then again, I’ve heard it said that one of the best types of sex is when you can laugh and the mood is still there.

Prying slender legs away from his chest, I resume my actions, this time, pinning the smaller man underneath my body. His back tries to arch off of the bed and his hands push at me half-heartedly. I quickly slide down his body, my lips pressing against his stomach, blowing against the skin with a loud, ridiculous sound.

Kyo bursts into reluctant, sudden giggles that I can feel from my position. “I can’t believe you!” the singer gasps out, body squirming and trying to press down into the mattress, away from me, “Are you seriously doing that?”

A grin spreads across my lips, which press against his stomach as I thoroughly enjoy his laughter. “Alright, truce,” I say, calling the stop to my assault, sliding up and hovering over him on my hands and knees. For a moment, I simply observe him, regarding him fondly. His face is flushed a light, rosy, color and a smile is still trembling on his lips.

“What?” he finally asks, suspiciously.

“You are just so adorable,” I risk saying, knowing all too well how much he dislikes compliments of that nature.

“No, I’m not,” he objects, his mouth working into something that closely resembles a pout.

“Yes, you are. Your face is all pink and you look so perfect… I could absolutely… eat you,” I manage, not quite able to find the correct or adequate wording for what I want to say.

Kyo smirks and I know I sound so stupid. “You need sleep.”

“Can’t,” I reply, “Any time I am asleep, that means I’m not able to be like this with you.” Perhaps, expressing how I feel, no matter how ridiculous it seems to me to say so, is getting easier. But am I too emotional for him?

Kyo’s chocolate eyes study mine for a long moment before his hands reach up towards me, resting one on each side of my face. A warm feeling spreads through my chest, and I lower myself, rubbing the tip of my nose against his. Kyo presses his lips to mine, my eyes close, and I feel myself falling into the kiss. Our mouths open for one other, and we explore with our tongues until oxygen becomes an absolute necessity.

So much for things losing their sexual aspect, I notice, feeling myself reacting and Kyo’s answering hardness prodding at me. I gently lower myself onto him, stroking his cheek with one of my guitar-roughened fingertips. Tracing my way to his chin, I tilt his head so my lips can latch onto his pulse, my tongue flicking against it.

A small groan issues from him, vibrating my chest where it presses to his. “This romantic shit is working for me,” I hear him murmur, “Lift up.” His hands gently press at me, urging me to do so for him, and I comply, watching him reach for the lube. He hands it to me, and smiles.

“Lube up.” Kyo catches my expression, and says, “None of this foreplay shit. All that I want is for you to put your cock in me,” he stops what I assume will be a wonderfully filthy sentence to look around sheepishly before looking back at me, “and make love to me. I don’t care how long it takes; I want that and that alone to get me off.”

For some reason, this touches me somewhere deep inside, even as some filthy streak of eroticism hits me. I nod, sliding out of my shorts, and allowing Kyo to do the same. Popping the cap, I squeeze the lubricant into my hand, and then slick it on my cock.

Kyo has settled onto his back, relaxed and waiting for me, a pleased, albeit, tired expression on his face. My fingers reach down and find his entrance, making quick work of lubricating his passage.

Grasping his slender legs, I steady my cock with one hand and guide it into him, clenching my jaw at the tightness of his muscles. Each time, I swear, it is like being with a virgin. A virgin that knows what he is doing, I decide, feeling Kyo pushing himself on me.

In not much of a hurry, I start thrusting into him, enjoying the tightness and the warmth surrounding my cock. With each motion, my pulse speeds and so does my pace. The sounds of our heavy breaths and moans collaborate with the sound of my hips hitting against Kyo’s body. I take hold of his legs again, draping them over my shoulders so I can be closer to him.

He is gorgeous and totally perfect as I gaze down at him. That blonde hair mussed; face flushed and his dark eyes lit up with arousal; the muscles on that marked torso moving as he meets me stroke for stroke. Just looking at him like this makes my insides quiver, and I bite down on my lip, thrusting more forcefully, feeling Kyo’s heels digging into my shoulders as a moan pushes out of him.

Kyo shifts, positioning his legs so the backs of his knees are on my shoulders. Smirking, I help hold his hips in a comfortable position for him, and keep thrusting. His height has his lower-half held higher, and his head and shoulders left on the bed, angling him and helping my mission. From this angle, hitting his prostate is too easy, and I enjoy watching him when I strike it.

His hands go behind his head, fisting in his hair to keep them occupied, and his face takes on a look of rapture. My stomach gives an answering jolt, and a shock of lust fizzles down my spine. God... he is perfect. My hips pump faster, my cock contacting his prostate quite relentlessly. My balls are drawing closer to my body, and I know I am close to my orgasm.

First things must come first, though; Kyo being the first thing. I keep up the pace, focusing on holding back, for the sake of his pleasure. It will not be long now before he gets off; at the rate things are going. I am correct, I find in a matter of moments. Kyo comes with a breathy moan and semen oozing onto his abdomen, trickling its way up his lean torso slowly. Not a second too soon, either, I think as my own orgasm hits me like a wayward truck.

Collapsing onto the bed beside Kyo, I yank the rumpled sheets, from the foot of the bed to the top, with my feet. Tugging them up around us, I sigh contentedly, and feel Kyo’s small, sweat-damp body nestling close to mine. Burying my nose in his wet hair, I place a kiss on his head. He is already falling asleep, which sounds lovely right now, I decide, wrapping my arm around him possessively.
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