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The Chair	By : Siarra Category: > Toshiya/Die Views: 1990 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-The Chair
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Warnings and Disclaimers: I don’t own these two bishies and even though I know people who’d give their hearts to do so, they own themselves. Nor do I claim to have any knowledge of what they really do when they’re alone in their hotel rooms, this is just what all their yaoi-loving fangirls imagine that they do. And yes, the y-word is being used, meaning that they are going to get down to some very naughty touching and tasting. If that bothers you, this is your last chance to escape.

The Chair

Toshiya’s mind kept back-tracking and lurching forwards on him even as he tried to collect his thoughts while leaning against the wall of the gold-decorated elevator. The small space he was sharing with his fellow band member, Die, and that was the very reason for his inner turmoil. With an almost imperceptible shake of his head, the brunet decided to clear his mind and most importantly, calm down.

The duo had had a hectic day with magazine interviews and even a talk show appearance promoting the new Dir En Grey album. Toshiya couldn’t help but to wonder how those turned out, especially the last one, because he was almost positive that all he had done the whole day was stare at the guitarist. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, but the sight of Die dressed up in his finest was filling the brunet’s mind with thoughts that made him feel like one of their more rabid fangirls. The outfit in question was almost identical to the one he had worn for a photoshoot some time ago and if anyone’d ever happen to discover some of those pictures on the bassist’s computer, he would have a perfectly good explanation for it.

He had some very fond memories of times spent drooling over those pictures. After all, Die looked absolutely gorgeous in them; dressed in black that accentuated his slender body, the dark and neon lighting contrasting on his handsome face bringing out his sculpted features perfectly, especially those most delectable lips, and the way his hair wasn’t gelled up was simply begging to have hands messing those black and red locks. What little of his big, mocha brown eyes was visible underneath the bangs only indicated that the look in them was positively smoldering…

After they had left the tv studio, both had been more than eager for some free time and had spent an enjoyable evening. They were both in high spirits as they arrived back to the hotel and while waiting for the elevator, the guitarist had grinned and announced: ”I have a surprise for you.” And that was exactly what was causing Toshiya’s uneasiness as his mind had envisioned all kinds of delightful, hentai possibilities as to what that surprise might include when it was most likely some of his favorite movies and a bottle of something very strong.

Toshiya came back to the present moment when he realized that the redhead was speaking to him: ”…hey, Totchi! Where are you?” The addressed man slightly shook his head and quipped back with a smile: ”I was just thinking about that surprise you promised. Knowing your sense of humour it could be anything.” Die gave him a wide smile and replied: ”Don’t worry. I’m fairly certain that you’ll like it.” The elevator reached their floor and when the door opened, they stepped out and the brunet whined playfully: ”But can’t you at least give me a hint? Please?” Die took his sweet time thinking it over and stopped by the door to his room with a grin on his face, answered: ”Alright. After all, the least I can do is give you a fair warning…”

He walked up to the bassist and carefully cupped his cheek, leaning in closer until their faces were scant inches apart, taking in Toshiya’s confused expression. The corners of his lips were still turned upwards in amusement when he closed the remaining distance and engaged his friend in a gentle kiss. It took a while before the brunet recovered from the shock and began tentatively returning the kiss, only to have Die break it and nuzzle his neck while whispering: ”Are you feeling playful tonight, Totchi?” Toshiya blinked several times before muttering incoherently: ”What? Why? I suppose…” The redhead’s lips lightly caressed the side of his neck when he simply murmured: ”Good.” Die pulled back and proceeded to open the door while the still slightly dazed Toshiya was still trying to catch up with what had just taken place.

With a quiet chuckle of approval, Die guided the brunet inside his room and turned on a few lights which were just for the occasion sporting red bulbs, giving the whole space a surreal yet exciting feel. This time time Toshiya was the one to initiate the kiss, after taking in the sight before him, especially after giving a few very suspicious looks to the simple wooden chair which was standing in the middle of the room in noble solitude. Happy that the bassist was slowly returning to his bold self, Die busied his hands with divesting him of his jacket while their tongues were unhurriedly becoming well acquaintaned with each other’s sensitive spots.

The redhead was sorry to pull away from the sweet exhange but began planting soft butterfly kisses along Toshiya’s jawline as he slowly guided him to the room. He gave a teasing lick along the shell of his left ear, the cool metal of the earrings contrasting with the heat of his mouth from only moments ago. Die placed his hands on the bassist’s shoulders, firmly pushing him down to sit on the lone chair.

Toshiya sat down, once again feeling confused as the object of his adoration disappeared somewhere behind his back. He was just about turn and look what was going on when he felt the guitarist’s hot breath on the back of his neck as he whispered: ”No peeking, now.” The commandind hands were again his shoulders, this time lazily massaging them while traveling down his arms only to capture his wrists and pull them behind the back of the chair. He obediently kept them in place, feeling his heartbeat quicken in anticipation of whatever it was that the gorgeous redhead had in mind, not that he felt particularly surprised when Die began to wrap something around his wrists, tying them together.

He gasped when his now captor in a swift movement flung himself up and seated himself on the brunet’s thighs facing him and greeted him with a smile and a breathy praise: ”Good boy.” Toshiya chuckled and looked up to meet the chocolate eyes now alight with mischief and passion while the talented fingers were deftly working to unbutton his shirt. Die slipped the garment down his shoulders and declared: ”You’re so pretty, Toshiya, my little plaything…” He leaned down to kiss the brunet’s lips without even needing to ask for permission as his plaything’s tongue eagerly sought out his for some of that pleasurable contact. As his arm wrapped itself around Toshiya’s shoulder, his free hand snaked down between them and gently rubbed a thumb over a nipple until the nub began to harden and he pinched it between his fingers, earning a gasp from his plaything. He chuckled into the kiss and the guilty hand resumed to slightly caress the toned chest and muscled abdomen under him.

The brunet could hear himself groaning and was rewarded with his captor beginning to work on the fastenings of his jeans.Die broke the kiss and grinned when he discovered there was absolutely nothing between the hard denim and the smooth, pale skin as his fingers enjoyed the warmth of Toshiya’s body. He slid down to the floor, planting small kisses down his plaything’s body as he went. With a gentle but stern grip he parted the brunet’s thighs and settled himself between them.

All Toshiya could do was to stare at each sensual movement the handsome man at his feet did, knowing that he couldn’t have looked away even if he wanted to. He was almost painfully hard by now and gasped when Die released him from the confines of his jeans, admiring his length. The redhead gave him a few tentative strokes and brought his slender finger to the tip, gathering the few beads of moisture pooled there and the captured bassist moaned when he saw Die caress that finger with his tongue, sampling the taste. He broke into a seductive smile and announced: ”You taste so sweet…”

Die leaned forward to take little kittenish licks of the head of his plaything’s cock and eagerly listened to the breathy moans he got in response. His tongue toyed with the underside of the hard length and he enjoyed the taste that was so thoroughly his Toshiya, who was now panting and whimpering under his touch. He finally decided to have mercy on the brunet and took him into his mouth, suckling gently and was rewarded with a melodious moan in the form of his own name. His hand was stroking the base of the cock as he slowly began to work his treat in tune to his victim’s moans, alternating between bobbing his head up and down the hard shaft, sucking on it and the teasing, exploring licks.

Toshiya was struggling to keep his eyes open and watch this salacious daydream come to life but he feared that if he took one more glance at his cock sliding in between Die’s kiss-swollen lips, he’d come on the spot and although that was exactly what was promising to happen, he didn’t want it to end so fast. When the sex fiend seated between his thighs decided to pick up the pace, he desperately wished that his hands were free so that he could bury his fingers in those silky, dark red locks of hair. ”Die~…!”

Hearing his own name said with such need was music to his ears and all he could do was moan around the hard cock filling his mouth. The added vibrations caused the brunet to look down, only to see the gorgeous man so concentrated on pleasuring him. Die turned his eyes up to look at the pleasure on his plaything’s face and the second their dark eyes locked Toshiya’s breath hitched and he came, filling that pretty mouth with his hot release. Happily the guitarist swallowed and licked clean every drop of cum.

When Toshiya was finally able to focus his gaze again, he looked at Die who released his softening member and smiled with affection and playfulness sparkling in those dark brown eyes, saying softly: ”Toshiya, I think I definitely want to surprise you again some time…”

Author’s notes: I suppose that at this point it’s only fair that I confess that I’m not really a Dir En Grey fan and that although I find those two quite pleasing on the eyes, I only wrote this fic because I was asked to do so. Even though I enjoyed writing this, it was like walking on thin ice so I’d be very grateful if you would be kind enough to give me a review and tell me how I did.
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