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A Prayer For Your Loneliness	By : Erzulie Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2081 -:- 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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A Prayer for Your Loneliness

Author - Erzulie
Contact - ErzuliesDream@yahoo.com
Edited by - xoq of livejournal.com
Band - Dir en grey
Pairing - Kaoru X Kyo
Rating – Pg-16 ½ (lol)
Notes - The title comes from the song "Nymphetamine" by Cradle of Filth. I have a true obsession with the 'fix' version of the song, and, since I was listening to it while writing this, that line from it got pinned as the title, due to the contents here in. It has nothing else to do with the song. Lol. This is a one shot, sortakinda pwp, but then not really, in a way. There may be more after this. We'll see. ::nods::

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??!!!

~ A Prayer for Your Loneliness ~

The air conditioner had given out sometime earlier that week, so the studio was hot as hell. The afternoon found the outdoors to be hazy, tense. A storm was brewing somewhere offshore, making its way inland to reek rainy havoc on land. Kaoru concentrated on nothing particular as he looked out the window, then he turned his attention onto the vending machine by his side. He popped in the correct amount of change, hit the proper button for what was desired, and then stood by and listened as the can of soda made its way to the bottom, where he could reach into the hole and grab it.

He placed the cold can against his hot skin once he scooped it out of the bin, sighing at the feel of the icy surface to his flesh. A little shiver passed through him, and he wondered if he should really pop the top and start to drink the perfectly cold contents. As he thought this out, he kept the cold can against his skin, his toes all but curling from the delightful feeling as his body grew a tiny bit cooler.

And then something else crossed his mind. A small smile crossed his hawkish features, and he brought out enough change for another canned soda. Kyo would probably need something, once he woke up. Kaoru and Kyo were the only two left in the studio that hot afternoon. Die had gone off to get ready for a date with some girl he'd met, Toshiya had escaped to help him get ready - but was probably just taking the rest of the day to do some shopping, and Shinya's Miyu had an appointment with the veterinarian. Kyo'd laid down to take a quick nap after everyone else had left for the day, while Kaoru had started in on a mountain of papers he had to conquer. He didn't know why Kyo stayed. They were finished with recording, every little bit of it . . . And he severely doubted that Warumono was sticking around to help him do battle with the sheets of dead trees he had stacked up. That didn't leave many other reasons . . . Save for one that rather depressed Kaoru to think about it, merely due to the fact that it showed his dear friend was very lonely. It seemed Kyo had stayed there simply because he didn't want to go home to an empty apartment. Kaoru sighed softly, and slipped the coins into the vending machine's appropriate slot. He smacked the right button gently, hoping Kyo wouldn't mind waking up to a nice cold Coca-Cola. After he'd pulled that one from the bin, he took both of the cans with him back down the hall, opening neither one.

Getting into the room where Kyo was still clunked out, Kaoru sat the two cans down on a nearby table, then he made his way over to the couch where Kyo was laying, prone. He looked down at his half nude friend, a soft smile on his countenance as he gazed down at and over the toned body. Kyo was stripped of his shirt, pants and shoes. He was dressed only in a pair of crimson boxers, little black skulls dotting them. Trying to avoid the full force of the heat in the building, obviously. Kaoru licked his lips in well-tamed longing, glad that the smaller man could not see the action. He had suppressed the emotions he felt for his younger friend for a very long time. Probably as long as they'd known one another . . . He could remember wanting Kyo for so long. It would have been an alien thing to look down upon him there on the couch, study him closely, and feel nothing akin to a deep, aching longing for what he would never have. If that day ever came, when he found his friend ineffective to his needful side, he knew he would be lost. Kyo, without realizing it, was Kaoru's perfect constant.

The man with hawkish features let his eyes caress over the sleeping figure, his thin lips pressed into a gentle, adoring smile as he studied the one sleeping. Kyo's face was turned to the side, his eyelids fluttering gently as he dreamed. His lush lips were just barely parted, the slightly noticeable holes of piercings he never really wore anymore dotting just along the line of his perfect mouth. Kaoru licked his own lips again in longing, wanting to taste the softness of those two lovely petals. He wanted to cup Kyo's cheek in his hand, press his lips to the other man's and just let their mouths caress one another - soft lips to soft lips, lost in the most perfect, pure bliss that was conceivable. Kaoru shivered lightly, and then found himself doing something he'd forbidden in his own mind long ago. He had reached out, his hand going to Kyo's body slowly. His fingers danced ever so softly over the toned plain of Kyo's abdomen. His digits were as light as feathers on the smooth, strong surface, learning every single inch and memorizing texture so that he would have feeling to match with so cherished and familiar sight. He sucked in his breath as Kyo shifted lightly on the couch, making a soft noise as he did so. Kaoru watched him with anxiety, waiting for him to wake up and the world to fall around his ears due to his bold actions. Luckily, Kyo was a deep sleeper. The smaller man let out a gentle sigh, and continued to slumber, snuggling down some into the softness of the cushions beneath him. Kaoru's hand did not move from the other's warm skin. The older man let his finger tips rest, splayed gently. He grew bolder. . .

Kyo was awake. The shift of his body had been the sign of that. But, he'd kept his eyes closed as soon as he felt the other's touch on him. Everything about Kaoru's nearness he'd long since memorized - the smell, the warmth, and the shadow of his friend. . . Everything was familiar, loving and protective and so damned dorky, even in mere essence. Due to this, the touches were not threats in his mind. This situation was just very, very strange. He didn't know what to do . . . he also didn't know if the small tingles of pleasure from such simple touches should have been marked as blasphemy in his mind, but they weren't bad. The feelings were such pure joy. He had to control himself from shivering as the tips of those calloused fingers traced down over his skin sheathed muscles, getting lower and lower with each second. He felt as his friend rimmed the line of his navel, and he had to make himself not suck in his belly and giggle at the feeling. He wanted to shiver and sigh, but instead he kept silent, intent to find the aim of Kaoru's slow, languid touches upon his person. The guitarist's hand wondered lower, brushing along the line of Kyo's boxers. The smaller man could feel the gentle pressure pressing down through the band of material around his waistline, and then the hand went even lower. What?! His eyes snapped open, and his hand went to Kaoru's wrist, catching it. He didn't move his friend's hand from his body, but he also didn't allow the traveling appendage to go any further down. Especially when said fingers would find a certain piece of his anatomy at almost rapt attention. Not like Kaoru could not see it already, anyway . . .. Kyo's manhood had formed a tent in the boxers. Kyo found himself thanking every single god he'd ever heard of that he'd remembered to button the fly of the damned garment earlier.

Kaoru looked at Kyo when the tattooed fingers had come up and wrapped about his wrist, keeping his hand right where it was against the material of the boxers. Kyo was watching him with those deep, dark, beautiful, bottomless eyes of his. There was no anger in them, only curiosity. And was that a blush across his cheeks? Kaoru thought to himself, studying his friend's beloved face closely. Yes, yes, it is a blush . . . The hawkish featured man bit his bottom lip gently, looking guiltily up at the questioning countenance before him. The tension in the air was unbelievably thick, and as Kyo blinked slowly, Kaoru leaned in closer to him, his hand pressing down to feel a nest of curls hidden beneath the material of the boxers.

"What are you doing?" Kyo's voice came out softly, non-threatening. There was a soft shake to it, and Kaoru could swear there was a lustful thickness. The sound drove him on to be more brazen, so unlike himself. He wasn't exactly acting in a stoic manner . . . but he sure as hell was being 'leader-sama'.

"What do you think?" He asked in return, as he watched Kyo come forward a little bit on the couch. The smaller man sat up slowly; Kaoru felt the movement of his lap beneath his hand. He pressed down more, and let his hand wander further along the surface, coming to the tent which Kyo's longing had formed. He heard his smaller friend gasp out.

"Kaoru." Kyo's hand tightened around his friend's wrist, and his eyes studied Kaoru's face closely, biting his own bottom lip gently as he watched the hawkish features. He looked vulnerable, so vulnerable. So shy. Kaoru was finding it hard to resist suppressing his urges further.

"Kyo." Kaoru whispered, and closed the distance between his lips and his friend's. He got his wish, and found himself tasting the most delicious mouth he'd ever known; his tongue darted out to caress gently over the soft fullness of Kyo's sweet lips. Kyo pressed back into the kiss, closing his eyes, letting himself melt into the press of a demanding mouth. But then he pulled away, and he made Kaoru take his hand away, his sharp little nails pressing a warning into the pulse under his hand.

"Don't." The Warumono spoke with deadly warning, and Kaoru's eyes were locked on the bottomless darkness, where therein glittered need, excitement . . .and. . . .

Is that fear? Kaoru asks himself, shaking his gently. "Kyo . . . I'm not going to hurt you. I swear." He leaned in to reclaim his friend's lips, but the smaller man turned his face away, closing his eyes, his face going hard and unyielding. When Kyo turned his face back, all of his emotions were hidden in perfect obsidian.

"Hurt me? How could you hurt me?" Kyo moved from the couch then, forcing Kaoru up and off as well, a scowl on his face as he moved. "This never happened." His words were firm, stated so perfectly clear . . . but the other man could hear the thickness, the need, still lingering beneath the surface of his tone.

The smaller dark haired man went and collected his clothes, and began to walk out of the room with out putting them back on. He'd wait until he got out into the hall, away from Kaoru's eyes. Away from the tension which sat so fully in the air. He could have died from the pressure he felt around his soul, and the emotions, which shredded so forcefully into his heart.

Kaoru sat on the couch then, and watched the other move across the room, collect his clothing. Kyo left behind the soda Kaoru had gotten for him, and for some odd reason, that struck the guitarist deeply also. He let his head hang gently once the younger man was gone. Kaoru sat alone, his eyes fixed upon the ground beneath his feet.

"I'm sorry." He whispered gently, to no one. He knew Kyo would not hear him. "I know you're lonely . . . we both are. I guess I thought, maybe . . . just maybe . . . we would be the cure for one another." Kaoru's lips twitched into a humorless smile, and he looked up at the door, which faced him silently. "I guess I was wrong. Oh . . . Kyo, tell me I wasn't wrong, baby. . I'm sorry. So sorry. "

Outside of the door, Kyo pulled on his pants. He closed his eyes against the annoying, constant throb of his need, and wished that he never had woken up to that. Everything was so scattered in his mind. He didn't know what to think - what to feel. He'd felt helpless, needful, and almost wanton. Kaoru's eyes had held him like a trapped bird . . . and though he'd flown away, he had not really wanted to. Why had he? Kyo turned back to the door, and then walked to it. He pressed his ear against it; thankful that it wasn't the thick material of the other door beyond . . . The room that Kaoru was still in was more of a lounge than anything else. He could hear as his friend whispered low words to air. Kyo closed his eyes.

He sucked in his breath, and he pressed his forehead to the firm surface of the door. And then he made his decision. Kyo lifted his head, nodded once to himself. He took a deep breath, and then went back inside the room where Kaoru sat upon the couch, his head bowed deeply over hands pressed together. Kaoru's prayer had reached the god of his soul.

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