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Midnight Butterfly	By : Skwishee Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 6674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Edited by Tech Department February 12, 2007 for database corruption related errors.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ahhhh I am SO sorry sooooooooooo sorry this chapter took so long! But I really didn't know where to go in the story. Now I have some idea. I don't know how good this is....I can never tell. When you spend as much time writing one thing it all seems to make no sense.....or maybe that's just... But I'll let you guys decide for sure. I'm already working on the next chapter so hopefully you won't have to wait too long! And also THANKS SO VERY MUCH to all the encouraging reviews. They're the reason I got inspired and got off my lazy ass to update. ^^ so thanks so much! I hope you enjoy!

When the man spoke it was in this deep sort of monotonous drawl. The type most commonly associated with archaic seventh grade math teachers. As it rolled through the air you could almost picture yourself sitting in the back of a stale smelling school room. Your sight boring a hole through the kid sitting in front of you as the voice pitched its theories on fractions and decimals. It was the kind of voice that left you wondering what it would feel like if you took up your little number two pencil and staked it right through your eye. And this seemed to be some universal supposition to still the voice as it ate away your brain, because all of Dir en grey stared at the pen in the suited man's hand like it was a shiny stick of hope.

The voice belonged to a man named...

"Fujiwara-san, not to sound ungrateful but we're working hard enough as it is. I don't think now is really the time to take on all these extra promotions when we're only halfway through the album."

It wasn't surprising in the least that Kaoru, esteemed leader-sama that he was, had leapt right to the head of discussion. He was not the type to sit back and watch idly as decisions were made. Decisions regarding his life most especially, and that meant his band above all.

The voice halted, and the man stared out from beneath his large round glasses. "Niikura-san, your concerns are understood, but we feel that with the delay in production, since Nishimura-san's sickness..."

Kyo scowled. It wasn't his fault he had been ill. It was rude to bring it up. Suddenly he wanted to stab the pen in Fujiwara's eye and not his own.

"...That more publicity would do more good than bad. Mind you, I've already made a few arrangements..."

"I don't believe this." said Shinya. "We're in the middle of recording..."

"Honestly, that's all the more reason. You can promote the album. An early start on it would help I think. Quite frankly you've been out of commission for too long, this album is taking too long and the more time you spend in studio and not out in the media the more chance you have of losing popularity. And this company will not stand behind a band who cannot produce what we require. As it is, you never cleared that little "break" you took with management. And brass is furious about it."

The words didn't so much as even hit Kaoru, just rolled over him like a ghostly bit of air. "Look, as far as management's concerned I could give a shit. I did what had to be done. I'm not about to apologize for it." Kaoru lazily removed his own glasses and rubbed at his eyes. "As for your proposal on media attention...maybe we can handle a few small interviews. No television, and our shoots for the new album aren't scheduled for months. That's all been arranged already. But we have to get this done and too much running around for publication is only going to delay things. Work it out however you like, but just a few. We have work to do."

Fura-sra-san nodded agreeably. "Thank you."

Kaoru nodded, adjusting his glasses again. "It's fine." With a sigh he stood and picked up his bag, the others took the hint and gathered their own things. "I'll tell Chiyo-chan to lock up when she leaves, so don't bother."

There was a swell of mumbled goodnight's before the drone of sleepy rock stars moved toward the door of the conference room. Fujiwara only watched them shuffle over their own feet in a desperate attempt to reach the brass handle while Kaoru stood idly by and checked his watch. Nearly eleven. No wonder everyone was tired. They'd been in the studio since six.
"Niikura-san. Just a minute. There's something else."

Kaoru groaned and halted Toshiya who had been the first to the door. Of course, this abrupt stop in movement caught Kyo off guard and he ran straight into the bassist's back with a slam and toppled over in a dead slump, but no one seemed startled by it.

"Oh what is it?" said Kaoru irritably. "Don't you have someone to go home to?"

"Some things need to be said...about that little tantrum you had the other day."

Oh THAT...

"As it was we had to shell out cash to pay for the hole you put in the wall." Fujiwara stated dejectedly.

Kaoru sighed. "Ah, gomen ne. It's been a rough couple of weeks. I assure you, though, the issue's already been resolved. I'll pay you back for whatever the damage."

The suit nodded, uncaring. "Oh good. Incidentally, you've not made it very difficult to see what caused such an outburst. We could hear you out in the hall. Whatever happened between you...personally...is not to happen again."

Kaoru rubbed his eyes in frustration. It was just like Fujiwara to take up the role of absolutist. Amongst everything else, it was something they didn't need.

"That's not really the company's business, is it?" Shinya now stood to Kaoru's left, glaring. And really there was reason for it. Whatever the company had to say regarding the messed up little triangle the other three had found themselves in, they would most likely say the same about him and Die.

"Not officially, no." said Fujiwara. "But if we see the potential for trouble we have the authority to ask that you end it, or resolve it. Before anything is made public. Do you understand?"

"Trouble? It's an intimate relationship, not a holocaust." Kaoru stared at Shinya numbly, impressed.

It was Fujiwara's turn to sigh. "From a business standpoint it very well could be. This type of relationship is frowned upon. You VisKei bands play around with it on the stage, that's fine, but if the media should see something real they won't be charitable. Don't give them ammunition."

"Fuck charity!" Kaoru spat. "Listen, this isn't affecting Dir en grey. This is nobodies business but ours. If the media sees something, big deal. I really doubt we'd lose fans over this."

"We'd probably get more. They'd love the fan service." Toshiya smirked. He mock french kissed Die who couldn't restrain a snicker.

"Totchi..." Kaoru warned, then he turned back to Fujiwara. "Is this against company policy? Was it in our contract?"

"No..."

"Then it's not your concern. Stick to our media schedule. We'll handle everything else."

***************************************

"Thank you. I know you need to lock up, we'll be done in a few minutes." Kaoru smiled at the woman beside him, which she returned with an enthusiastic nod.

"Take your time. Just tell me when you're ready to go. I have to file some papers so I'll be in my office."

"Eh!? Chi-chan's working late? Don't you have anywhere to be? Like with your boyfriend?" The bassist smirked around the lip of his water bottle. Sincerely stunned that a woman as adorable as Chiyo was sitting in an office at eleven o'clock, filing papers, instead of being curled around a lover in a nice, warm bed. That's certainly where he wanted to be himself. Give or take. He wanted some cake first.

Chiyo laughed. "Not unless you're offering your services, Hara-san."

"Ore?" Toshiya snorted. "Mou, I'd love to, but you know I'm spoken for."

"But I'm so cute." She joked, twining her long hair around her finger.

When Toshiya laughed it was always like he got stuck in a tumbler...or the dryer...his whole body tended to shake with stifled laughter, and the noises he made sometimes sounded like cries of distress rather than joy. Though he was too tired for either, so instead of many small tremors of amusement it came out in one big jolt (which was more like a giant hiccup than anything), before he plopped himself down on a folding chair, took out a cigarette and oh so casually pointed to the tired blonde across the room. On the couch there was a sort of Kyo shaped lump. Its mouth was open, hair mussed and its eyes were barely able to stay open. Most of all, the little lump looked confused.

"Touché." She was defeated.

"Accidental cuteness always wins." Toshiya said flatly. "Sorry."

Nodding, she pouted and pointed towards the hallway. "If you change your mind you know where to find me. I've got a ton of filing to finish before tomorrow. Bai boooys."

Kaoru sat down beside Toshiya and patted the bassist's thigh. "Go ahead and go, I'm not very tired so I'm going to sync a few more tracks before I call it a night."

Toshiya nodded. "You don't have to tell me twice. You want I should get the waru?"

It wasn't exactly the most dignified sight, but it was something that made you smile. Kyo's body had fallen, bent to the side, and he was fast asleep on the little couch. His lazy breathes puffing through his open mouth. And those lips....Kaoru coughed, pulling his mind back away from that particular direction. He didn't want to go there. Not right now.

"Let him sleep. I'll bring him home."

*******************

There was a crack, then an ear splitting silence and Kaoru found himself staring at what looked to be a wide veil of black. The lights on the console had flickered and faded away, leaving only himself and four of his working senses remaining. Annoyance forced a sigh past his lips as though he expected the fault to be only his bad luck, which wasn't such a far fetched idea at all. With the studio having been reduced to a dead quiet, each breath Kyo took was as loud as whispers in his ear and they skirted up the edge of his neck in just the same sort of way. Drawing in a deep, starchy breath, he leaned back into his chair and brushed his hair away from his face. Kaoru praised himself for having enough foresight to have scribbled notes on everything he had worked on, realizing now that he hadn't saved any of his progress before the electricity fizzled out. Only problem was attempting to decipher his illegible scribble in the morning. He didn't think he had the capacity to remember any of it on his own. Not when it was all numbers and perceptive scrawling.

He removed his glasses and set them down on whatever available space he managed to feel out beside him and slung an arm over his face, hiding in the bend it formed. He was too drained to feel irritated. Besides, if he had any right to be angry it was for Fujiwara's perceptions of the band's newfound intimacy, not that the power had gone out. After a moment, he decided it wasn't worth it to be angry over either and settled back into his chair, reclining, his feet propped up against the now useless console. At least he figured it was the console.

It seemed almost as though each bit of dingy black shadow had devoured the remaining shreds of sound in the room, all except for Kyo's sporadic noises: a few deep and audible breaths now and again or a low groan and a disturbance of the couch's old springs as he shifted. Kaoru listened and let them melt together wearily until the soft breaths came to sound more like short pants and the fretted groans turned into sounds of frustration.

Kaoru stayed still, listening, imagining.

Kyo's voice was thick, honeyed sex. Completely unrestrained. No matter the sound, that, at least, was a constant. Its very vibrations densely worming its way through Kaoru's gut. And unexpectedly he found himself visualizing him on stage. Even the way he breathed was a show. All part of one very precisely executed masquerade. Kyo knew what he was doing. There was no doubt of it at all. He knew how it was, aware of his control, a dictator. He shouted, they obeyed him. He told you to come at him, who were you to refuse? He'd glare you down with a look that could chisel ice and if you weren't doing whatever it is he wanted. You had this distinct feeling he'd come right down there and make you. He'd pull his voice out so hard it would shatter against the air like glass, with a rasping coldness as fluxes of lush fluid bled out from that incredible mouth, making you think of lower, nastier, more delightful things...Things you just KNEW you could never ever see with your own eyes.

Really it was hard to think of anything else. Kyo was at his happiest when he was invoking some sort of wild derangement. Maybe it was for the shock value, Kaoru liked to think it was something else. Something that drove him like a little doll to move his body in a way that said 'Break me'. Could you help but want to? When this dark, self-censuring poetry drained from his lips and he raped his own body with the brutality of a seasoned offender.

Kaoru shivered, Kyo lived his poetry. "Deeper now, enough to tame the wild...scarlet sweet, gouged freak...got for gimmick...devise..." That was Kyo. Just that. A sick gimmick they had obtained through some fascinating karmic miracle. He felt lucky all of a sudden.

As reclusive as Kyo was, how many people had the pleasure of making his acquaintance? How many spoke to him and were answered with that sweet-ass Kyoto-ben. How many have stared into those eyes like they could read your soul. The first time Kaoru had...he saw his future. Everything he had now. Don't believe it? Would you if he said that the second he looked into those eyes he knew Kyo would cause him more heartache than anyone alive? More trouble than he was worth? But he knew that he had to stomach it. And Kyo had. And Kaoru did. Now, how's that for some amature divination?

It wasn't helping him now, when each choked noise seemed to dive straight into the pit of his stomach. But he almost laughed, when even those little cries dripped with that accent. Though he was cursing himself for deciding to wear his fitted jeans that morning. While they complimented his figure perfectly they didn't leave room for anything else. Just when he was about to thank the shadow for covering the swelling in his jeans he saw a light flicker in the hall. Sitting up, he squinted through the blackness, gasping when the light was turned in his eyes.

"Ah! Gomen, Kaoru-san." It was Chiyo. "I'm guessing it's too late to tell you the power's out." she said with a sympathetic smile. Kaoru forced a kind smile for her benefit. "I'm going out to check the generator now. It shouldn't take long. Oh, but you were working weren't you? I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." he said. "Is it storming hard?"

Chiyo shook her head. "No. Not at all. We just blew a breaker."

"Sounded like thunder."

"Sometimes they do. This building's old and it echoes. Anyway, it'll be a few minutes...IF I can navigate this damn place. It's so creepy right now. I'll be back." She laughed and headed out the door, thumping into something on her way, muttering a less than lady-like curse. Kaoru smiled, watching as the light faded with every step that resounded in the halls. Sighing with relief he leaned back. Now that the flashlight was off him he didn't feel so exposed. Then he supposed he could sit there until Chiyo fixed the lights, then he'd take Kyo home. And he still didn't know what time it was.

Somewhere to the left of him Kyo made a soft moaning sound and Kaoru's groin seemed to jump as though it had been startled. Kaoru frowned and covered his eyes, hoping it would catch on that he was ignoring it. Blessedly there was a few moments of pure silence before Kyo started moaning lowly but wildly and Kaoru groaned at the stimulation, inching him far beyond his ability to effectively ignore. He knew he'd regret this...

Making sure the noise was muted, Kaoru pulled the zipper down at a snail's pace. Then he took a deep breath for courage and reached into the gap it had made, feeling his flesh react to the new stimulus. Somewhere, Kyo made another small noise of encouragement and Kaoru, biting his lip, pulled his length from its denim cage. As if testing his limits he ran his hand up it slowly, feeling the skin shift underneath, over the rigid pulse of blood. He held back what would have been a moan of pleasure and released his grip, feeling it twitch in the air and shivered as the cold remnants of what the air conditioning had left in the room ghosted over it like a mist. Eyes darted around the room, barely able to make out any sort of shapes in the darkness, especially not without his glasses.

Stealing another breath he brought his hand back up, gripping the base like a vice, as though he were trying to squeeze the blood out. The rusted coils on the couch squeaked as Kyo shifted on the couch again and Kaoru listened for the volley of accompanying mewls that was sure to be close behind. He wasn't disappointed. Kaoru's grip tightened when Kyo's voice broke the air, letting the little pants he made will his eyes closed in ecstasy. It was ridiculous how just the sound of Kyo's voice affected him. Even more that he let it...that he was doing this. That he had stooped so low. Briefly he wondered what Kyo would think were he to wake up, if the lights came back on and he sat in his chair, dick in hand...he'd probably try to convince Kyo he wasn't doing what he seemed to be doing. Determined to play it off where he would end up with the least amount of embarrassment and most of his dignity. Fat chance. But with as sleepy as Kyo was it could've worked. Could have, probably it wouldn't. Kyo wasn't stupid.

But it was his fault anyway, Kaoru told himself. Kyo shouldn't have been making those noises. How else was he supposed to react? He waited for the springs to shift again, for the little one to break his voice against the chilly air, and when he did Kaoru moved his hand up his shaft, then back down, relieving the pressure Kyo was building up inside him. When he felt sure that the lights weren't going to spark back magically he took another deep breath and started stroking at a pace so slow it was maddening. He wasn't going to come in the studio, nobody would appreciate that. Especially not so close to the recording equipment. He just wanted a tiny bit of relief from the painful throbbing under his fingertips and as long as they were already there, he'd oblige himself as much.

"Mmm Kao..."

Kaoru's eyes snapped open, stilling his laggard hand. He had no doubt that Kyo was dreaming himself into a blissful frenzy, but he hadn't expected his name to sneak out amongst the moans and whimpers. And his mind seemed to drag him backwards until all he could picture was Kyo, lying on that couch, mouth open in a soundless gasp.

A score of little fantasies floated around his head, among them he imagined himself buried deep in that sloppy mouth, and he'd watch as he spilled himself over the blonde. Watch Kyo's empyrean eyes flutter open and the sticky fluid seep over those lips. God Kaoru loved that mouth. It just looked obscene. Like the petals of a rose hanging loosely open, bruised by careless fingers and too strong touches, raped and red. And with the way it parted just so, always slicked up on stage with a vast array of strange, uncategorized liquid, it looked the perfect counterpart to a weeping cock.

He shuddered once, from the thought or out of habit, he wasn't sure, before there was a strange whirring noise and the lights kicked back on. Immediately he froze. Everything was just as he'd left it. His notes lumped unceremoniously by the mixer, his half-full cup of coffee on top, a little ring of faded brown dampness peering out from underneath. His eyes flicked to Kyo in a panic, but just like everything else he was right where he had left him.

When his gaze wandered back to his own form he bit back a moan. His legs were spread. One hiked up on the console in front of him, the other hanging loosely to the ground, his pants unzipped and from the break in the denim his erection stood hard, dark and wet. 'Fuck! What the hell am I doing?'

Kaoru groaned and sat up in his chair, tucking himself, albeit with a fair amount of difficulty, back into his jeans. "It's your fault." he hissed at the sleeping beauty. Kyo huffed in his sleep and Kaoru stared at him accusingly.

"Kaoru-kun!" Chiyo's voice rang shrill through the room and the guitarist jumped nervously.

"Lights are back on!" she shouted proudly. Knowing she was probably just outside the door he waited, but she didn't come in. Which was all the better in Kaoru's opinion. He was an absolute nervous mess. Every nerve twanging with paranoia, like a kid in danger of being caught by his parents. "I know you'll want to be leaving...I've left my key in the door. Just let yourself out, I'll lock everything back up when I leave. Oyasumi."

As soon as her footsteps echoed down the hall he slumped in his chair and let out a long breath, blowing up his bangs. Suddenly remembering the time his eyes made a bee line for his watch. 12:45! He had been there longer than he thought. He needed to get Kyo home.

Standing he gathered his notes from underneath the coffee cup, muttering at the still wet stain that blurred a bit of the ink. Had all his bad luck come up to bite him tonight? It sure as hell seemed that way. And he probably wouldn't be able to read any of that chicken scratch in the morning. Nevertheless, he stuffed them into his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. But staring at Kyo he realized he couldn't carry him and his equipment to the car at the same time and he couldn't make two trips, the doors would lock behind them. And he wasn't about to make off with Chiyo's key, considering his present state he knew he'd forget to put it back. Fuck! If it wasn't one thing....

He tossed his bag on the floor and moved closer to Kyo, leaning down next to the couch and tried to think of the best way to wake him up that would not involve getting a boot in the face...or the crotch, he certainly couldn't handle that one at the moment. But then...

"Ahhhhhhh" Kyo's voice practically melted as soon as it hit the air in a sort of buttery smooth seduction.

SON OF A BITCH!

"Shit." Kaoru swore under his breath. Ever since Kyo let on that he felt something for Kaoru there had been this nagging voice in the back of his head that urged him to 'prove it'. Every time the vocalist walked, talked, even breathed Kaoru felt a spark surge through him just knowing that things were possible between them. And he had never made it a secret that he cared for the younger man. He was always protecting him, always making sure he was alright. And since his little tantrum he had realized, when he looked into Kyo's eyes, that there was a distinct want for the three of them to work. As little as Kaoru knew about proper relationships he knew that having three in the mix was certainly not something that qualified as a 'good idea'. Especially when the three in question were men. But the equation just seemed to fit. Frankly, he didn't care how.

"I'm going to take you home..." His whispers just barely slipped from his mouth. "And then you tell me what you want to happen...and I'll do my best to see that it does."

There was a low, incoherent mumble as a response, followed by another, less noisy, shift of Kyo's legs, which only succeeded in bringing attention to what lay in between. The heavy rise there was enough to determine the cause of the cries he had let slip and without thinking Kaoru brought his hand up to cover it, decidedly curious as to what this brand new discovery felt like. He was certain, since it was Kyo, it would be unique to him. It was... strangely...somehow. It was warm...hot actually. Tense...and startlingly thick. Not that that surprised him. They had all seen it before...every inch...all ten thousand of them. Come on...it had a name. Affectionately "floppy"...we won't go into details.

There was a camera in the room. This he had only just decided to remember and he froze as though he had been caught in a most abasing act. Briefly he felt a panic flood him and wondered if the camera's could record through the dark. He certainly didn't want whatever he had just done in his seat to be on tape for his superiors to see. He couldn't stomach being called out over that when they saw the tapes, and he certainly couldn't see Kyo handling it very well either. Suddenly he felt sick. Then again...a little heavy affection was just what he thought they deserved to see if they were so repulsed by it. It was just the sort of thing that would make Kaoru feel superior. Knowing that while they were watching, if they watched, that the smug bastards couldn't do a thing about his 'relationship' with his band mates. Might as well rub it in their faces...since he had a chance and all. Assuming, of course, that Kyo was as willing a partner to his prank as he was. Casually Kaoru pressed his palm further onto the sleeping man, loving the hiss of satisfaction it brought with it.

"Kyo..."

"..........."

"Kyo, wake up...look at me..."

With little effort Kyo slid his eyes open drowsily, taking a minute to focus on Kaoru's face. The little bastard had just been dozing, Kaoru could've kicked himself. To ensure his safety Kaoru squeezed his hand tighter, keeping Kyo compliant.

"I've been thinking... I'm a little angry..."

"Then let go of my dick..." Kyo cut him off, his voice the epitome of calm.

Kaoru shook his head and continued. "...with Mr. Straight-laced Fujiwara."

Kyo didn't say a thing.

"I don't think he has any sort of right to tell us who we can and can't..." He moved his hand sharply for emphasis. "...touch." Kyo moaned hoarsely, but kept his sight fixed on Kaoru's face.

"So, I was thinking..."

"You're not gonna go off and piss on him are you?"

Clearly he wasn't grasping the situation....

"Ahou!"

Kyo twitched and followed his gaze to camera in the wall...he just knew Kaoru too well. "You're wanting that we should give them something to complain about, aren't you?"

"Well, it's a convenient sort of revenge, wouldn't you say?"

Kyo lifted an eyebrow, chest shaking with a soundless laugh. "What could I say? You were such a perfect picture of obscenity only a moment ago. Do you always feel the need to play with yourself every time I open my mouth?" Little bastard was mocking him...

Kaoru's expression dropped. Kyo had seen him? No, how could he have, it was pitch black. But Kyo knew what he had done. That was crystal clear.

"You sneaky little shit...were you ever asleep?"

Kyo shrugged. "Only for a few minutes. But I didn't want to go home and I knew you wouldn't make me. I hate riding with a sleepy Toshiya. I thought it'd be ok if you took me home instead."

"Then what were all those noises?"

Kyo laughed quietly. "Ah...I got bored." he admitted. "When the lights went out I thought it would be funny...I never expected you to..."

"........."

"But you did."

".........."

"I have a lot of dirty lyrics floating around in my head now..."

"Kyo...shut up."

"Fucking made me hard..."

"Kyo..."

"I don't know why you had to go off and do that. Just to irritate me right? Bastard loves to irritate me...."

"Shut. Up."

Kyo scowled angrily. "Shut me up then."

Kaoru tightened his grip, Kyo whimpered. "What did you say?"

Now, this may come as a surprise to you, but if there was one thing Kyo loved more than getting his dick mauled by a willing partner....it was provoking Kaoru. Yeah....SURPRISE. And Kyo was absolutely loving the attention. Kaoru knew, despite the hateful look on his face that he had put there just to throw the guitarist off track, he knew. All he had to do was overlook every other minute signal and delve straight into Kyo's eyes. That's where it all was. Every sentient feeling sprawled out on display.

"I. Said. Shut me the fuck up. Since you think you're such a bad ass and all, just cause you have my dick in a vice grip..."

Kaoru jerked his hand and Kyo let out a less than dangerous yelp. "You're pushing it Kyo."

"...I just dare you..." Those eyes were dark and dangerous, but it only took a split second to realize that the vocalist hadn't been lying when he told him he liked it rough....but it wasn't in his nature for him to be quiet about it...or entirely obedient. He would fight it just for the show of it. Kaoru just didn't care.

"I -will- then." Without skipping a beat he pushed Kyo up so that his back arched along the bend of the couch's curved arm, hands immediately pulling at his overworked zipper as it was brought down for the second time. Kyo let out a breathy grunt as Kaoru straddled his chest, wasting no time in grabbing Kyo's jaw with his left hand and pushing his erection into his mouth with the other.

The look that sparked into Kyo's eyes was a treacherous mixture of spite and lust. Kaoru didn't worry about either, just content to get Kyo as far onto himself as he could. When Kaoru looked down at Kyo the vocalist's eyes were narrowed in defiance, but his mouth was wrapped around Kaoru in an entirely different, almost reverent, fashion. It looked beautiful. Those pink lips split wide by Kaoru's hard flesh...it was heaven, even as the prefigure of hell boiled in Kyo's irises.

Truth be told Kyo hadn't thought Kaoru would do anything quite like what he had and was entirely thunderstruck, and some part of Kyo's mind was hurling insults at him at a record breaking speed. Wondering what the fuck he was doing with Kaoru's dick in his mouth IN the studio no less like it was a perfectly normal occurrence. Kyo was sick of this fucking voice and he decided that for time being it -was- perfectly normal and as if flipping a switch, effectively shut out that defiant bit of his consciousness and focused now on the stiff cock lodged in his mouth. It had pushed against the roof of his mouth, then down deep in his throat, making him swallow reflexively every few seconds. Kyo growled lowly, giving voice to his played irritation, but instead of serving as a mock warning (as it had been intended) it only caused Kyo's throat to vibrate from the sound and the pleasure ran through Kaoru making him groan and his arousal to pulse in Kyo's throat. Funnily enough, it seemed as though he had two heartbeats.

"Don't even get testy with me." Kaoru said breathlessly. "This is your fault as it is. You'll deal with the consequences."

Kyo would've liked to have laughed. He was right. If he hadn't of wanted to participate he could've easily thrown the older man off. Kaoru may have had height on his side but Kyo had muscle and a raging temper. But he wasn't entertaining any of these thoughts. Way too satisfied by the slow stretch of his throat to be bothered. But he watched Kaoru predatorily.

There was a groan when Kaoru started to drive himself into that mouth and Kyo grunted harshly as if his lungs were being forced to work harder than they were accustomed to, the air only escaping in small puffs from his nostrils. His neck hurt from the odd angle and Kyo tilted his head back to ease the pressure, causing Kaoru to move up above him, allowing for him to push all the way to the hilt. Kyo's throat spasmed, choking a few times before he relaxed into it properly. His eyes watered.

"I'm not hurting you am I?" There he was, the concerned one, looking down at him with questioning eyes.

Kyo did his best to shake his head, but the movement was severely stilted with the hard object catching inside him. Kyo gave into a powerful suction as punctuation and let that speak for him. It had done a marvelous job of it and the guitarist drove down and out on impulse, moving stilted through a passionate haze. More and more of his rationality lost with each blow.

"Fuck...the damn management...and fuck...Fujiwara and his bastard ideals..." Each word was driven down Kyo's throat with spitefulness, a sturdy punch to his windpipe. Kyo grunted with each strong shove as Kaoru took all his frustration out in his mouth. Even Kyo's moans were anchored inside his throat, escape denied by the feral beating it was receiving as Kaoru kneeled over him, laying into the smaller blonde with a months work of pent up rage and frustration....

And oh look....there was a couch too. Ironically Kyo decided then he should get paid extra for personal therapy. Only he didn't have a little notepad and a pen...he wondered where he would put it...

Calloused fingers worked at Kyo's zipper in a great hurry, but the metal contraption fought and stalled underneath the shaky groping. Angrily Kaoru pulled himself out from Kyo's throat and moved over to work at the small thing, pulling at it hatefully until it popped open with a loud, course sound.

Kyo swallowed greedily, loving the rush of air that deeply filled his lungs. His throat was sore and his jaw hitched a little whenever he moved it. Damn Kaoru was rough...He moved his jaw around with his hand a few times before there was a crack and it snapped back into place. At the same time the front of his jeans were pulled open and his erection snagged from the confines.

"Well fuck if you aren't demanding!" Kyo hissed, wincing at the ache that ran through his mouth.

"Oh don't start complaining. I know you're enjoying this."

"I never said I wasn't." said Kyo. "But have a bit of courtesy for your fucking vocalist. I can't finish the album if you break my jaw, asshole."

"Oh shut up. I won't break anything...." He grabbed Kyo's cock roughly. "But I might dislodge a few things."

"Well just don't dislodge that." There wasn't any time to spit out a retort as Kaoru pressed himself back into the waiting mouth, not waiting for Kyo to ready himself.

"You asked for it anyway, little masochist. Fucking Toshiya...now this...it's your own fault you know. You practically beg to be used..."

He stopped.

"You're delighted at this, aren't you?"

Kyo pulled his head back, away from Kaoru. "Maybe."

"And such a sneaky little bastard..." said Kaoru. "Well, maybe I'll let you take it from here, if I've been too rough. You can tell me what you want."

"No."

"No?"

"Whatever you want. I really don't care."

Kaoru smiled. "What if I want..." he eyed Kyo warily. "...to push myself into that ass..."

"No."

Kaoru raised an eyebrow. Kyo sighed. "Not here. I'm not about to fucked on camera, Kaoru. No chance in hell." He went to move, all at once, and Kaoru was on top of him again, pinning his hands. Kyo didn't resist.

"Do you love me?"

"What!?" This was NOT the time." Kaoru, don't ask me that."

"Why not? It's a good question."

"No, it's not. I can't answer that without disappointing one of us."

Kaoru brought his mouth to Kyo's, moving softly against his lips.

"You're afraid to be judged for this...NOW? A moment ago you were sucking me off like it was routine." he asked, gesturing to the position they both were in.

Kyo turned his head shamefully. "First you're trying to shut me up, now you're going to ask me all these questions?"

"You're stalling, Kyo."

"So? Fuck if I can help it, Kao. You're only the second man I've ever let touch me like this, you think I'm just going to yield to whatever I feel like it's perfectly normal?"

There was a second kiss, longer, more passionate. Kyo surrendered.

"Yes. Of course I do. Because it is. But I won't make you say it."

Kyo sighed.

"You can tell me when we get home."

"HOW is that better?" Kyo grumbled. Kaoru smiled and kissed him. Kyo was too irritated to respond.

"It just is. Now, let's finish this. And then I'll take you home and bury myself in you, or you in me, however you want it. But this emotional bullshitting will end tonight, I promise you."

Kaoru was right. Kyo absolutely HATED it when Kaoru was right. And the worst of it was that Kaoru was hardly ever wrong. It -had- gone on long enough and he was sick of it. Tired of his own misgivings and doubts. Hadn't Kaoru been there for him since...forever? He owed it to the both of them to sort out all the shit he had found himself standing waist deep in.

Kyo threaded his fingers around Kaoru's cock, stroking. "Alright. So it'll end."

Kaoru ran the head of his length along Kyo's soft lips dampening the swollen petals with his own juices, watching as they glistened against the light and a pink tongue came out to lick it all up.

"And we'll, all three, be settled." Kyo nodded. "And then comes the hard part...dealing with the backlash, but we'll handle that together I promise you. You can't choose who you love...but..." He pressed just the head in, watching Kyo swirl his tongue around it, then pushing it in deep. "I'm... glad of that."

This was precisely the kind of intimacy that Kyo had dreaded when he opened himself up into this new set of emotions, but he had found it was nice, and he enjoyed it. And all thoughts of tomorrow and judgmental thinking were banished from his mind.

Kyo took to Kaoru then like a hungry newborn takes to it's mother, nursing for all it was worth now, to please this person who had decided he was worth it, he was something special and he would love him for it. Even though he was still afraid of it.

Taking Kyo's hand in his he moved it down to the stiffness between Kyo's own thighs. "Am I in charge again?" Kaoru asked with uncertainty.

"Yes."

"You're mine?"

"...Yeah." Kyo said gruffly, almost annoyed by the certainty of his own answer. He pouted.

Kaoru moved Kyo's own hand along the inside of his thigh, then brought it back up and kissed it sweetly. "Then I want you to wait till we get home." he said, indicating Kyo's own aching cock.

Kyo whimpered. "But..."

"Wait."

"Argh, fine. You're a god damned tyrant! All night you've been a damned tyrant and now you're..."

"Kyo..."

"Fuck, I know...I'm not supposed to talk, but you're really pissing me off and..."

Kaoru smirked. "Kyo. Shut up and suck me."

Kyo growled and opened his mouth for Kaoru to push in again. And when he did Kyo obliged him with a little feeble grouch that only barely made it out into the open. But it didn't take long before he was moaning along again, Kaoru edging his hands along his cock that was peeking out from his jeans.

Kaoru brought his hand away from Kyo when he felt the pressure breaking and he came hard in Kyo's mouth. When Kyo made a move to swallow Kaoru shook his head and watched in pure delight as the liquid ran from his mouth all at once, slicking every bit of silken skin it touched, Kaoru watched it as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world. He kissed him quickly, sliding his tongue into that sticky mess. Kyo flashed him an irritated glance. Kaoru lit up, his smile wide. "I really love that mouth....."

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