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Boy	By : Erzulie Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2043 -:- 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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Author – Erzulie
Email – ErzuliesDream@yahoo.com
Band – Dir en grey
Pairing – Kaoru/Kyo
Rating – NC-17
Plot – One shot, PWP, R/L-‘now’

Notes – Something I came up with when I was looking at a picture of Kyo’s naked belly. You have to admit his navel just looks succulent : x . Anyway - This is PWP, meaning there is no real plot. Just an interesting sex scene. Or at least, I think it’s interesting. It contains a Master/Slave scenario, but nothing really too rough for anyone who doesn’t like such sexual deals. If you have any question about what anything pertains to, just ask me in the comments, or email me, and I’ll be happy to tell you all about it!

Disclaimer - I don't own Dir en grey ::insert sad face:: This is a work of pure fantasy. No, I've got nothing better to do than to sit around and think of dirty things for two bandmates to do together. I'm aware that the majority of Dir en grey, if not all of them are heterosexual... but my perverted mind ceases to care about that when it comes to writing. I mean no offense to the band, or to anyone who may read this. I believe strongly in the fact that fanfiction is just that.. Fiction, and should be kept on a relatively sane level. But my idea of a sane level might not be everyone's. ::smirks:: However, if you have a problem reading this, then don't read it.. See the X button at the top of the page? It's there for just that reason!
Now, with all that said and out of the way..

Get'yo happy asses to reading, ne??!!!

~Boy~

He wrapped his fingers in Kyo’s belt loops, and pulled the other’s body close to his seated form. Kaoru looked up the line of the smaller man’s body, then leaned in and ran his tongue around the navel of his lover’s taut, toned tummy. Kyo looked down at him, his eyes closing as he did so, and his lips parted slightly to let out a tiny breath of a sigh. He squirmed lightly, but not enough to get himself away from Kaoru’s touch and tongue. The wet appendage dipped into his belly button, and Kyo jumped softly, and another of the tiny sounds escaped his lush little mouth. Kaoru smirked against the muscled stomach, and then he pressed his face into his lover’s belly, and bit into the flesh as he let out a soft, soft growl, which made Kyo’s toes curl where he stood. He could feel the pant of his lover’s breath as the other’s chest rose and fell faster and faster. His eyes locked onto Kyo’s face, studied him intently after he moved from biting the delicious skin of his lover. Kyo squirmed again; his eyes were still closed. He was struggling with the ropes that tied his wrists together behind his back. He was helpless where his hands were concerned. Helpless to push Kaoru away with any force . . . not that he would want to, but the sense of being controlled was so desired. Kaoru stared up at his lover; his eyes were both worshipful and possessive as he took in every feature of his shorter lover. He pulled the younger man down, made him go onto his knees before him. He grasped a handful of hair, which was once dyed blonde, but was now its natural dark self. He didn’t know which he liked better, but Kyo seemed to prefer this natural shade more and more. He pulled ‘his boy’ closer to himself by the wild strands, and he watched with a small smirk as Kyo fought against him. Kyo struggled until a rough slap landed across his left cheek. When his eyes opened, they sparkled with rage and arousal – these things Kaoru smirked at in return. The older man gripped the hair he held tighter, and he made Kyo tilt his head back sharply.

“What did I tell you about such defiance, Kyo?” He asked, his voice low. Kaoru’s eyes were locked on Kyo’s still insubordinate glare. Kyo’s eyes were a dangerous sweetness, able to burn him with a simple flicker of emotion. Now, they just made him fill with lust . . . and anger. Kaoru popped his lover’s mouth with his free hand, being gentler the second time – but the warning was still present. “What did I tell you?”

“That it would be rewarded likewise . . .” Kyo’s voice came out in a growl, those beautiful and deadly eyes filled with a dare and a challenge to the one who held his hair so roughly.

“That it would be rewarded likewise . . . what?” Kaoru snarled, and another sharp slap made Kyo’s face turn to the side. A red handprint surfaced soon afterwards. Slowly, Kyo’s eyes moved back to his lover, the enraged look growing as he peered up at the one who held him.

“That it would be rewarded likewise . . . master.” Kyo’s snapped out the last word, baring his teeth up at the other. Kaoru smirked down at him again, the look nasty and haughty - he knew his expression would piss his lover off more. That’s what he wanted, after all. He liked it when Kyo got defiant; passionate . . . they would come screaming that night. Or at least, Kyo would. Screaming, crying, and begging him. Kaoru’s body shook at the thought of it. This didn’t go unnoticed by the youth on his knees. The former blonde found himself with his face pressed to his lover’s crotch, the hand that held his hair had gone slack. He nuzzled his face into Kaoru’s jeans, and he fell out of his rebellious mode faster than he cared to.

“Kyo . . .” Kaoru warned, his hand had gotten tighter in the locks then, pulling the younger man’s face away from him once more. “None of that, you little slut.” He watched as Kyo pouted, and he couldn’t help but smile down at the younger man. “Iie . . . no faces that Toshiya would make… that’s too disturbing.” He warned, trying to sound cruel and dominant once more, but he couldn’t help the chuckle in his voice. His words only made Kyo chiggle up at him. “Don’t laugh, you pretty little bitch.”

“Oi, don’t call me that.” Kyo’s voice was throaty, almost a purr. He let his eyes flicker softly at Kaoru’s eyes, and locked there – letting his Dom know that he wasn’t ready for such a debasing pet name yet that evening.

“You didn’t mind the ‘little slut’ comment a minute ago.” Kaoru smirked, his free hand moving up to caress down Kyo’s neck, his hair tangled hand pulling the younger’s head back more. Kyo grunted softly then arched his neck into his lover’s touch.

“That’s because I am slutty . . . just a little bit.” Kyo grinned, and he felt as Kaoru’s nails bit into the skin of his throat. He cried out lowly, his eyes rolled in his head. Kaoru’s nails went further down the line of his neck, making his whole body quiver with the promise of further delicious pain.

“Well, you’re also my uke – so that makes you my bitch . . . and you are so beautiful . . . so the second comment fits you too, little one.”

“I’m not so little.” Kyo murmured back, and his eyelids fluttered softly, his lips parted again. He heard the sound of a zipper in the room, and it was not his own. He licked his parted, full lips, knowing what was coming. He heard his lover chuckle darkly, and the part of his anatomy that he’d referred to jumped in the tight material of his own jeans, making him whimper with need and buck his hips lightly. He squirmed again, and Kaoru held his hair, fast and cruel.

“We’re not talking about your endowments, love.” Kaoru purred. “But let’s begin to talk about mine.” He smirked, then his hand moved from Kyo’s throat, and he pulled the youth to his lap once more. “You like to nuzzle it, why not speak to it out of the material of my jeans? It longs to meet your devilish tongue.” Kaoru stood then, and he brought Kyo’s face closer to himself. “Open your eyes, slut.”

Kyo did as he was told, and then he nuzzled his face into the curls of his lover’s nether hair. His nose brushed the shaft of his lover’s manhood, and he pressed his face into the musky dark hair. He opened his mouth, and his clever tongue darted out to taste his lover’s balls. Kaoru groaned, then pulled Kyo’s hair, forcing him away from his task. Kyo looked up at him, his lips parted, his eyelids lowered. He looked like an animal in heat, or at least Kaoru thought so. “Thought you wanted me to talk to it, baby. But then, you never really had a way with words.”

Kyo grinned, Kaoru growled, and then the former blonde found a dick pushing past his grinning lips to stuff into his mouth. It was Kaoru’s turn to grin as Kyo choked lightly around his length, the base of the elder man’s body pressed directly to Kyo’s lips.

“Hai . . . but good thing you have such a big fucking mouth, ne?” He pulled back from Kyo’s throat lightly, giving the other room to breathe around him. Kyo’s eyes were watering then, and he looked up at his lover with fire and rage. That made Kaoru’s smirk grow more. “Can’t have my whore choking before I get to splatter, ne?” Kyo’s growl was a warning around him, and Kaoru gripped his hair and shoved his cock down the younger man’s throat once more. “You even think about biting me, and you’ll be spending another night fruitlessly rutting against Pillow with Helper hugging your dick, do you understand me?” He smiled at the whimper Kyo gave, and then he felt as his lover’s throat began to work around him, aiming to please him so his fate wouldn’t be sealed again.

Kyo’d spent one too many nights in such a fashion to know that Kaoru’s threat of the punishment room, with only a pillow as his company as a cock cage rendered his need insatiable would be reached if he misbehaved too much. He didn’t want that again. Last night had brought him to tears before his lover had come to collect him, and mercifully relieve him of the pains of the cock cage and his lust. “Good boy, Kyo. Good boy.” He gripped Kyo’s hair tighter, and began to move within the other’s wet hold. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and moaned – driving Kyo to suckle him harder. He felt his lover’s tongue as it worked back and forth over his swollen desire, and he bucked forward into the caress, only to pull back so Kyo wouldn’t really choke. He directed the smaller man’s movements over his cock for a few moments, guiding the other’s speed and the angle in which his mouth and throat held him, then his hold on Kyo’s hair slackened once more, and he allowed his boy to move and suckle at his own will.

Kyo’s sounds shivered through his lover’s nerves, the vibrations making Kaoru buck and squirm into his mouth. The vocalist’s eyes were closed then, and he was working over his lover with passion and conviction. He was showing his leader that his throat was worth so much more than the voice he could project from it . . . even if that was something which was more than worthy in it’s own perfect right. This was their private world, the world where work didn’t touch. This was his sexual worth to his lover . . .

He worked Kaoru until he felt his lover start to tense, and then his head was pulled away. Kyo whined, not wanting to stop what he was doing. His used mouth felt stretched and jelly-like, abused. He opened his eyes again, to look up at Kaoru with need. He found his lover’s cock being pumped in front of him, and Kaoru gripped his hair tightly. Kyo closed his mouth, knowing what the other was up to. He wanted to fight now, just a little bit. He loved it when the hawkish features twisted in lustful anger. It made him so fucking hot to see such rage on that stoic, handsome face.

“Open up, bitch!” Kaoru growled, pumping himself fiercely. “Open that mouth or I swear, I’ll take Kitty to your back and then string you up and leave you to writhe all night long!” He knew the threat of the cat’o’nines and being left to his own needs would get Kyo’s obedience. In a second, the vocalist’s mouth was open wide. Kaoru purred, and then took that second to hit his release. He spurted his warm, pearly seed all over the younger man’s face, climaxing across his beauty. He marked that face as his own property, even though he’d done such actions thousand of times before. The two men moaned in unison and some of the seed splattered into Kyo’s mouth.

The former blonde licked his lips and regarded his lover as the other man calmed. He closed his eyes when he felt Kaoru’s hands run soothingly through his hair. And then he was being picked up into his lover’s arms, and carried from the living room where he’d just given his private performance. That night, Kaoru’s boy would not be left to his own needs, and he would not be left in the dark to rut wildly, endlessly and never find release.

That night, Kyo would sing for the neighborhood . . . and Kaoru would paint his insides white.
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