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In the Library	By : paraparanoia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 1069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: In the Library
Author: para_para_noia
Archived: Go ahead, archive! Just let me know if you do, k?
Summary: Die goes to the library to find some info for their upcoming Europe tour¡
Rating: NC-17
Warning Codes: They¡¯re around here s somewhere.
Pairings: Die x ??
Feedback: More than welcome ^_^v
Authors Note: Well this must have the worst name in history :o Umm.. I wrote this years ago, after Dir en grey first came to Europe. Nothing more I guess.
Disclaimer: I own no-one mentioned in this story, sad but true. If I would, I would have just missed my darling perform their first festival gig here in Finland. I make no profit with this either, so no complaining on that department either.
Word count: 1743

Die had decided to go to the local library to do some research on Europe as they had been booked to play on some festivals in Germany as well as two shows of their own. Everyone was thrilled, trying to find out more about their target. ¡®In Rome, do as the Romans do¡¯ he sniggered to himself, mouthing Kaoru¡¯s favourite saying in the almost empty, well, in the empty corridor. It was late already, but it had been a real pain to get rid of Kyo and Shinya after spending a few hours drinking absurdly expensive coffee at some fancy kissa, but finally he had managed to rid the two. Smiling at the thought, Die reached for some guidebook labelled ¡®The Must-See Monuments In Berlin¡¯. ¡®Kyo¡¯s been babbling about The Wall since 1997, he¡¯d better take a good look at it since we¡¯re finally going there!¡¯ he though and was soon lost in the pages of the book, it was quite interesting actually.

After a while, he heard someone walk behind him, but didn¡¯t pay that much attention to the person. That was before he realized that the ¡®someone¡¯ had stopped on his or hers tracks and was now standing silently behind him. Die gulped. Suddenly he remembered some urban legend Kyo had told him about in the past. It had something to do with sexual predators eyeing their victims on the empty corridors of local libraries ¨C or at least something like that, Die was sure about it. ¡®Damn Kyo for messing up with my mind!¡¯ he grunted, but fell silent when he felt a light touch on his bare neck. ¡®Don¡¯t turn around, don¡¯t turn around, DON¡¯T LET HIM KNOW YOU KNOW HE¡¯S THERE!!!¡¯ he started chanting in his head but couldn¡¯t help but stiffen up when the hand ¨C which was obviously male judging by the size of it ¨C started caressing his neck and the short hair on his hairline. It actually felt good.

¡®WHAT?!!¡¯ Die screamed to himself silently, but he could feel himself loosen up as the hand was joined by another, now rubbing his tense shoulders. He sighed, it did feel good!

The hands went lower, gently touching his shoulders, shoulder blades and then moving on his arms. Long fingers with chipped black nail polish connected to large, warm palms, the thumbs in almost 90¡ã angle to the palm. The hands reached to his book, grabbed it and replaced it back to the shelve, the persons warm breath tickling his neck. Die could feel his lower regions start to wake up and he almost blushed. This here wasn¡¯t really his usual thing, but the anonymity and fear of getting caught were arousing as hell!

The hands were dancing back, up his arms and to the collar of his loose shirt. It was moved away, exposing his bony shoulder. He could feel the soft lips kissing his white skin, light stubble tickling it and sending a shiver through his whole body. He gulped. The lips were removed and replaced by the hands, fingers creeping under his shirt, making patterns on his skin that felt like being on fire. Die leaned back, trying to catch his mysterious companion but only managed to get rid of the wandering hands. Almost angry, he grunted and was about to turn and complain when he felt the hands on the hem of his shirt, tucking at it. He was practically panting as he felt the hands starting to peel of his grey shirt.

¡°We can¡¯t.. do it here¡±, he barely managed to gasp but betrayed his own words by lifting his arms so the person could throw the shirt on the floor.

¡°There¡¯s no-one in here. Only the staff and they don¡¯t care what happens between the corridors¡±, a deep, dark voice replied, setting somewhere on the bottom of Dies abdomen. He didn¡¯t reply, there was no need for it since he was already too heavily involved. He reached his arms around himself, to feel the person behind him as he leaned closer to his back, pressing his erection to Die¡¯s lower back. Die grasped the taller mans behind ¨C a nicely formed one ¨C and smiled to himself. He reached to the front of the pants and started undoing the belt but the pair of hands on his bare upper body, tracing his toned muscles, was surely distracting. The long fingers were playing on his nipples, pinching them and making him moan. His hands reached up to undo the other mans shirt and he backed up a bit to give Die some room. Die got got the shirt open with little effort and traced his fingers down on the smooth surface of the longer mans belly. Fingers gripping to the mans jeans he unzipped them and with a small thud the man behind him was stripped down to his boxers. Die let his hand wander over the bulge in them and the hand on his chest replied by scraping the nails over his sensitive skin. Dies hand dipped into the boxers and he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. The man gave a small, satisfied moan, but grabbed Dies hand away and placed it on the shelve in front of them with the other.

¡°Not yet¡±, the velvety voice whispered into Dies ear as the ever-wondering hands reached his erection and gently pushed over it and made him flinge as he realized how hard he actually was. The buttons of his pants came undone, the pants dropped down and he lifted his legs to rid himself from the distracting material.

¡°Close your eyes¡±. A single line, said under ones breath and Die obligated without giving it a though. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt a pair of hands turning him around, then the hands were on the rim of his boxers and the next second his boxers were gone and he was standing butt-nekkid on an empty corridor in a public library. Despite his previous thoughts, it turned him on, more than he was ready to admit. The slender fingers were fastening on his hips and before he realized what was happening, he was being taken into the hot cavern of is lovers mouth. His eyes flicked open as a loud moan escaped his lips. ¡®God, I hope no-one heard that¡¯, he scolded himself as the metallic flavour of the blood from his bitten lip spreaded into his mouth. He looked down at his discarded clothing and the man between his legs. Shoulder length raven hair, broad shoulders and milky white sk... ¡°Oh my God!¡± Die gasped out when he felt the mans teeth scraping along his member, his tongue tracing the vein on the side. Die¡¯s hands wounded up in the black hair and he could feel the man smile against his skin. He stopped his actions and looked up at Die. ¡°I though I told you to keep your pretty eyes shut¡±, not really angry but a bit mocking.

Die gave him a small ¡®I¡¯m sorry¡¯-smile and watched the somewhat familiar looking man who was licking his long fingers and coating them with saliva.¡±Relax, will you?¡± the man licked his aching shaft again and Die felt a finger being slipped inside of him. It didn¡¯t really hurt, nor did the second one and his lover scissored his fingers, accidentally hitting his spot. Die gasped and gripped the hair tighter. He was so close and the other man seemed to realize that as he sped up his rhythm and soon Die came into his mouth, trembling against the strong hands that were holding him.

The man in front of him stood up, watching him and licking the corners of his beautiful mouth. Die gave him a hazy look of satisfaction, making the man grin wickedly.

After a moment, Die stepped forward, wrapping his fingers around the other man and giving his hardness a few bumps, he leaned his back against the row off books and pulls the man chest to chest with himself. The man took Dies hint and his fingers entered Die again, stretching him up. Dies own hand wrapped itself around his own member, the other hand on the mans hips. Nodding, Die gave his silent permission to his black-haired stranger and he slid himself inside Die. The redhead gasped, but the strong hands around him held him up as his lover gave him time to get used to him being inside of him. The man started moving slowly, being careful not to hurt the other, but soon enough the pleasure of it took over the pain, mixing in with it and making them both groan out in lust. They kissed sloppily and Die felt another hand around his cock, bumping in with the rhythm of the mans thrusts. Lips on his neck, his shoulders, hands on his back, his groin and the steady rhythm of being fucked against the selves by a gorgeous mysterious man... Die came between them, his fluid slickening their abdomens. His muscles clenched around the other man and he came, releasing himself, hot liquid inside Die before they collapsed on the cold, marble floor.

It took them a while to catch their breath. The black-haired man gave Die a tissue to clean himself. ¡°We don¡¯t want you to go out in public looking like that now do we?¡±, a cheeky grin. Die grinned back and pulled his pants on. The man in front of him picked up his grey shirt; ¡°I think I¡¯ll keep this¡± and put it on. ¡®It suits him better than me¡¯, Die smiled as he was given a black, button-up shirt. He fumbled with the clothes, got one button in the wrong hole and lowered his eyes to solve it out. Ten seconds later, he was done and his lover gone. He felt a bit... let down? ¡®Why? he was a good fuck but you don¡¯t even know him!¡¯, he reasoned to himself as he walked to the door. Few pairs of curious eyes followed him but he was too busy wallowing in self-pity to notice. Something sharp in the pocket of the shirt poked his chest. He fished out a little piece of paper and turned it around. Two simple, black kanjis ßQ¬˜*, a keitai number and few lines in red scribbled on the bottom; ¡°Don¡¯t forget to call me!¡±. Die grinned and reached for his keitai. The bastard had planned the whole thing!

~OWARI~

*ßQ¬˜=Tatsurou of MUCC
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