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The Paladin	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Toshiya/Die Views: 957 -:- 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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June 6^th - 2:30 pm
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Get off of me, Toshiya, this isn’t funny!” Die snarled.
Stretched out beneath the younger man, he felt vulnerable and trapped, and his heart was pounding in his chest. It had been years since anyone had gotten the upper hand on him, even by cheating, and what Toshiya was doing with it was wholly unnerving. There were probably a few ways to get out of the hold, but all of them risked pulling his stitches apart, and he couldn’t justify damaging himself for the sake of his wounded pride.
Toshiya’s answering smile lacked all of his customary flippancy. “It isn’t meant to be. To the victor go the spoils, right?”
Die growled and tried to brace his legs to push the other man off, but his rebellion stuttered to a halt when he felt lean hips roll down into his, a hard heat pressing down against him. His eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat, his voice wavering just a shade. “What… what are you…”
“Hush,” the younger man murmured, leaning down to nudge his nose against Die’s jaw, nipping lightly at a soft earlobe. “Just relax and let me take care of you, alright? You don’t have to be strong, here. You don’t have to be in control.”
Die wanted to fight back, wanted to yell and hit the younger man for having the audacityto molest him this way. But he couldn’t deny or hide the fact that Toshiya was having an effect on him, his face flushed and his pants tight. The slow, steady movements against his groin were intoxicating and it took everything he had to not push up against that delicious friction like a mindless beast in heat. As long as it had been since anyone had beaten Die in hand-to-hand combat, it had been even longer since he’d enjoyed another person touching him. The vast majority of what little sex he had was purely mercenary; a means to Kaoru’s ends. He could admit to himself that Toshiya was an attractive man, trustworthy enough(he hoped), and seeing the deadly grace with which the man moved had been breathtaking.
But to give up the self-control that he always strived to maintain to someone like Toshimasa Hara? Toshiya, who was technically his subordinate as a member of the Niikura family security forces, even if only a handful of people knew it? Toshiya, who once spent a full dizzy year pumping a seemingly never-ending supply of drugs into himself and Kyo to fuel their deviant sex life? Toshiya, who played the part of the ditsy, slutty brat so well that even Die couldn’t always be sure he wasn’t completely underestimating the man? It was a terrifying loss of stability and though a shockingly large part of him accepted Toshiya’s command, the rest of him was panicked at the prospect of further vulnerability.
…Gods, it had been so long since another person had touched him.
“Relax,” Toshiya was whispering into his ear, hips rolling in steady waves, sending shivers down his spine. “Let it be easy, Die, and I’ll make everything feel better.”
“Why are you doing this?” the redhead asked, his voice tinged with desperation.
“Because you need it, and I want it. You don’t have to be alone all the time, you know. If I let your hands go, will you let me continue? I promise you’ll enjoy yourself,” Toshiya purred, every part of him dripping confidence and self-indulgence.
‘You don’t have to be alone.’ The words echoed in Die’s mind and silenced the frenzied agitation that had been building, replacing it with a longing ache. “…Yes.”
Toshiya’s grin was wide and hedonistic, and it made Die squirm as his wrists were released. He wasn’t fully sure what to do with his newfound freedom, and he gasped a little when a clever tongue flicked teasingly over his lower lip. That enticing mouth never met his, but he couldn’t be disappointed as it began to make its sinful way down his neck and chest. Soft, wet butterfly kisses explored quivering skin, fluttering over sensitive nipples and ribs. The weight on his hips lifted and slid down, a long back stretching out into a graceful arch. A tongue flicked into a shallow navel, earning a heady gasp. Deft hands slid down his belly and undid his belt with little preamble, pulling open his fly with maddeningly little contact.
Then those plush lips were on him, around him, swallowing his arousal and setting his nerves on fire. His world narrowed down to the wet heat engulfing him and he could think of nothing other than that mouth, those lips, that tongue that effectively reduced him to a writhing pile of ecstasy. His head fell back with a strained moan as Toshiya’s long fingers slid up the insides of his thighs and the younger man started up a fierce suction.
Toshiya was as smug as any man could be with a cock in his mouth. He loved the needy, desperate noises Die was making, loved that he could take such a powerful man and dissolve his will. To him, the redhead had always been a tempered steel bulwark, standing between Kaoru and the world, and now he had melted that indomitable shield into a pool of dripping, molten pleasure.
Under different circumstances, he might have drawn this out, might have teased and played with Die until the man could do nothing but pant and beg. But today, his goal was to provide a pure, unadulterated torrentof pleasure that would bring Die over the edge without control, without hesitation, without regret. To strip away his pains and worries and leave nothing but contentment behind. His lips and tongue moved with the confidence and skill afforded to a man that knew what he wanted and how to get it, and right now he wanted Die to absolutely lose his mindin physical bliss. His only regret was that from his place between the older man’s legs, he couldn’t see the ecstasy swirl through those phenomenally expressive eyes. He contented himself with the redhead’s voice; sweet and smooth as hot caramel and delightfully addictive, sending delicious shivers down his own spine.
Die’s long fingers dug into the mats until his knuckles were white, his hips rolling once, twice into Toshiya’s hot mouth until the younger man’s hands pressed him down. He knew his moans and cries were becoming shockingly loud in the small room, but he couldn’t stop himself. With every swirl of a soft, skillful tongue, every slide of full, plush lips, Die felt the red-hot coil of passion in his groin tighten and tighten. The passionate noises he was pouring forth came abruptly to a strangled halt, giving Toshiya just enough warning to pull back before he reached his climax. It felt like every nerve in his body burst, overwhelming bliss washing over him in a flood that left him shaking and empty.
Every drop of his cum was swallowed, every centimeter of his member licked clean, and he panted harshly as he struggled to understand the significance of what had just transpired.
“Daisuke?”
Toshiya was muffled somehow, through the haze of pleasure fogging his mind, and Die could only respond with a less-than dignified murmur. He couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had hit him with such intensity, powerful enough to leave his bones quivering and his limbs numb. The younger man chuckled a bit as he tucked Die back into his pants then reached up to brush red hair out of his eyes with a gentle hand.
“Die,” that smooth voice purred, a long body sliding up against his to press an insistent hardness into his hip. “As much as I would love to plow you into these mats right here and now, they’re a bit stiff for my tastes. Is there somewhere more comfortable we can go?”
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