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The Sacrilege of Lust (subject to change!)	By : Erzulie Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1840 -:- 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-Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright
- 2-The Spider and the Fly
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Title –The Sacrilege of Lust
(title subject to change)
By – Erzulie
Contact – ErzuliesDream@yahoo.com
Band – Dir en grey
Pairings – KaoruXKyo, KyoXToshiya (possibly others)
Rating – NC-17
Notes - This is the first character switching POV story I’ve ever written – so if the current character speaking gets a little long winded, please excuse me. I’m not used to writing this way, but after several starts to this story, I sort of find that this way is the only way for it to be written correctly. If it’s lacking, please bear with me – I’ll try to get better. : x Also, if I get really pissy with it, the style will change. I will note it, however, when it does. Even though you’ll probably be able to notice on your own . . . I just think I’ll be polite : x

Dedication – This is for a friend who drew a certain naughty picture for me. It was gorgeous, babes! Thank you ^^v And now, for your payment! Hope you like!

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!!! It’s fake, not real! Pretend. A trip into the unreal… and so on and so forth. Don’t like it? Then I will once more direct your attention to the X button at the top of the page. Exercise your right to click that lovely little letterbox, ne? But only if you don’t like fanfic, homosexuality, violence and vampires. If you don’t mind any of what’s been mentioned, feel free to stick around ^….^ You may just dig this!
So, with all of that out of the way…
Get'yo happy asses to reading, ne??!!!

Part One – Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright

~ Kaoru’s POV ~

His movements were slow, sensual. There was nothing to the sway of his hips that did not catch the attention of the entire crowd that night – like usual. But my eyes were not so attuned to the hedonic boy’s body as to the fact that he was glowing differently from the rest of the mortals in the club. This glow, this crimson pulse around his body – which all mortals have in my eyes, mind you reader – was accentuated by black veins. That so different aura is that which drew me to that club, to the boy dancing to earn his keep. It had caught my attention months ago – most likely around the time he’d started to work in that seedy little joint. I’d seen him walking down the street – his aura shinning around him like a beacon of bloody tiger striped glory. He’d been with a taller man, but I’ll not talk about that now. That will be told to you later, reader. When the time is right. Anyway, I followed the two of them into this place. That was the first night I’d seen him dance. And when I watched him do so that first time – I knew that I had to answer the call of those black stripes.
His name was Kyo; I’d heard it many times since I first started to attend that place on a regular basis. All for him - just to see him – just to watch him. I wouldn’t usually have been in a place like that. It’s so beneath me. But, you do strange things when you find yourself hunting someone. In a way, I was like everyone else in that place – my eyes glued to him, following every little erotic movement he made. Like all the rest of the customers, I had been slightly upset when I’d heard the rumor he was dating another dancer in the club – so seduced by that blonde cherub’s form was I. Silly, don’t you think so, reader? In truth, I suppose it was. But, you see - it was what the aura told me about that I was after – not the message so blatantly spoken with that slow, slow sway of his hips. It was not the way that he held onto the pole, his back to it as he slid down it, his eyes closed. Nor was it the way he turned to face the vertical metal bar, and came back up it with his tongue almost pressed to the shiny surface – eyes still shut, his rounded face blushing so softly. No, it was none of his false submissions. None of them at all. Or so I always told myself. And so I returned each night, just to watch him. Biding my time until I thought that the night was perfect to reply to that which the black stripes in his aura so bluntly displayed to me.
But – things don’t always work out the way you want them to, do they? No. For you see, he was the one who came to me in the end. Not so much approached me for the purpose I was holding in my mind – for, how would he have known it? The auras of crimson all mortals carry are only for vampires to see. No. He came to me as if I was a regular customer, and not the one who would change him forever.
One night, he caught my eyes. He saw me watching him. It was his turn to smirk, the little ‘ah, I have you trapped’ look in his amber oculars that all beautiful people carry when they’ve found new prey. He’d never admit to it though, not about –that- look. After all, he doesn’t think he’s beautiful. Silly boy. Anyway, I’m loosing my place, aren’t I? Yes. Now . . . where was I? Oh. . That’s right. He’d seen me watching him, and he called me out the way any exotic dancer would when a patron has caught their attention.

~ Kyo’s POV ~

I went down onto my hands and knees, crawling across the stage to him slowly. Like a tiger on the prowl. I had his attention completely, and those hungry eyes spoke to me in such a way that my usual fake arousal became very real. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but it was the best time. It was so intense. Usually, I would have weird little fantasies of my boyfriend and myself while I danced to keep myself hard and ready, to make the audience think I loved their eyes upon me. Sometimes I did – but most of the time, it was all an act. A falsehood. But his eyes stole my sensual fiction, replacing it with a chill running down my spine and a rush of blood to my groin . . . His eyes devoured me, burned into me with this unholy fire. He had me trapped in his gaze as I crawled to him. The man was beautiful in a dark way – everything about him was masculine. His hair was black, with a blonde streak to the side. The straight locks reached to his just at his shoulders, and he wore a scruffy little goatee. His features were hawk-like, almost sharp without being overpowering to the fact he was beautiful. Everything about his face was so forceful, stoic. He was a hunter, a killer – I could tell just by looking into those very focused eyes.

Have you ever seen the rock they call ‘tiger’s eye’? Well, his eyes had that exact type of coloration – tawny but gold, soul stealing intensity just pushing daggers through your very core, and dragging you back to them by your hooked flesh. I wanted to purr out loud when I felt the exquisite pain caused by those eyes. His eyes made me forget where I was, who I was . . . They made me forget it was all just an act. They made me forget the love of my life, my Toshiya. As I crawled to that stranger, the only thing I knew in those moments was that I wanted him – no other. I wanted to drown in the power he carried in his eyes. They commanded me, manipulated me in the most perfect way.
When I got to him, I reached out to grip onto the black silk tie he was wearing. I wrapped the delicate material around my fist – one, twice – and I pulled him towards me, smirking as I did so. I could see myself reflected in his eyes. All flushed skin, wanton ass pressed up into the air. My knees were spread - my throbbing erection proud and needful between my thighs, straining in the confines of the thong that would not leave my body while I was on stage. He smirked back at me, and took out money for me. He brought out the bills – a thickness of them. Ran the folded backs over my lips slowly, then down my neck. I arched it for the touch, going onto my knees as he ran the folded money down my bared chest. He caressed each muscle of my torso with the money, and slowly I began to round my hips for him. A mere glance down at them, he licked his thin lips and smirked in the most delightful way. I kept hold of his tie the whole time, my eyes closing in ecstasy as I felt his fingers slip the money in to the side of the thong I was wearing. He then took a moment and moved his finger over the material of my scant clothing, if the thong could even be called that in good taste. His fingers were so cold, so gentle. I gasped softly and shook to feel his touch upon me. I kept my eyes closed, my grip on his tie loosening so I wouldn’t choke him by pulling it more since I had started to go tense. I jumped when I felt something sharp snag upon my skin, I opened my eyes and looked at him, but he was merely smirking at me. His finger was in his mouth though – but it still felt like he was touching me. I shivered, let go of his tie. I recovered myself, and lay before him on the stage. My thighs were spread, my right hand going to the strain in what I was wearing. I thrust to my own touch, throwing my head back and moaning softly for him as I arched. He smiled at me, watched my actions. He was entranced with me, like I was with him. And then, I heard it. A voice in my head . . . But not like any other voice I’d ever heard. It was low, almost not there. A hissing flow of whispers, all of them speaking to me at once – but they were all saying the same thing. I couldn’t make out the words, and before I knew it, my set was over. I removed myself from the stage in my usual fashion, one more seductive little dance before I gave up the space to someone else.
The whispers grew louder as I walked down the stairs that would lead me to the dressing rooms. I could make out some of the words, and as I did so – I began to feel weak, powerless. Like I was ill. As I came towards the last few steps, almost stumbling down them, an arm caught me around the waist.

“Kyo, love, are you alright?” That voice I knew, and I looked up to find myself staring into the beautiful face of my blue and black haired boyfriend. My beloved Toshiya. He’d placed me on the floor gently, but he did not let me go. He reached down and caressed my cheek gently, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at me. They filled with concern the second he touched me though. “Darling, you’re burning up!”

“Yeah, Totchi . . . I think I’m going to go home, alright? I feel so weak suddenly.” I told him, hearing my own voice in my head made me wince slightly. I sounded croaky and sick – like I had strep or something. It was so odd; I’d felt great just a few minutes ago. I closed my eyes, feeling as though my body were under attack. In my head – the voices had grown even louder, and a growling had joined with the hissing language – making me shiver, as I stood there, wrapped in the slender arms of my personal angel. I had to get away. I had to get alone. I moved from him, giving him a weak smile. “You go on stage, I’ll head on, and see you when you get back okay?” He nodded, but moved to kiss me goodbye. I shook my head gently, and put my fingers over his sweet, warm mouth. “No, love . . . whatever this is, you don’t want to catch it. It’s bad enough one of us is sick. We don’t need both of us absent from work, ne?” I smiled weakly at him, and he nodded softly. He kissed the palm of his hand, and with a few more worried words, bid me farewell until he joined me at home. Free of his gaze, waited a moment – then made my way to my dressing room. I dawned my street clothes . . . and was then out the door into the world at large.

~ Toshiya’s POV~

When I took the stage, my worry for Kyo the foremost thing in my mind, I let my eyes graze the audience as I usually did. I raised my eyebrow lightly to see one of the regulars looking back at me, directly into my eyes – with the most peculiar look to him. His eyes had a triumphant look to them, as if to tell me he’d won something that I’d lost. Strange, right? Yeah, I thought so too. He was one of Kyo’s greatest admirers. Had been since my darling had started to work here with me. I found that man watching Kyo more closely though, night by night. He ate him up, like he was some type of living dessert. Why would this bother me when it was a strip club, you ask? Well, you don’t know how he looked at my Kyo. It wasn’t the typical, lust-glazed stare a customer usually gave a stripper. No, you didn’t see how he looked at my love. Nor did you see how he smirked at me then.
A cold feeling came over me as I began my routine. It was fear. Fear for my Kyo. But why? Why? I turned my back to the man with the silk black tie, paid attention to other customers. And then, not being selfish with myself while I was performing at work, I turned back to the odd ball . . . And found him . . . gone?
I almost sank to my knees. Icy fingers crept into my heart, gripping into me with a harsh certainty I couldn’t shake. But I kept dancing – telling myself I was just being paranoid. After all, that guy always left after Kyo went off stage for the night. Always. He didn’t even stay for when Kyo –like all the other dancer’s who’d had their turn in the evening’s lime light - came out and mingled among the guests. Why should this night be any different?

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Note - This one will probably slow. It's a challenge to write this, believe it or not. Trying to get the mood and the POVs perfect is a pain in the ass, really. But I like it. I hope everyone else enjoys this. And don't worry, I have not abandoned "Temptation's Wings". There will be more on that soon ^^v
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