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Ditching	By : DubiousDane Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1419 -:- 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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Kaoru didn’t even look up when he heard the door open. He exhaled a cloud of nicotine-infused smoke from his lungs slowly, so as to savor it. It was his cigarette break, god damnit, and he wasn’t going to give it up for any deadline, no matter how rushed they were. He would not resort to chewing gum constantly, as Die had done—truly, if the other guitarist continued with his newly-discovered habit much longer, Kaoru would not be held responsible for his actions. No one appreciated how much stress a band leader was under, and the incessant smacking of the redhead’s mouth was making him think wistfully of car trunks and deep oceans.
Kaoru heard the footsteps of his uninvited guest as they crossed the room towards him, but continued to pay the other party no notice. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than a stern look or a pleading whimper to move him today; he was not budging until his pack was empty.
Lighting up a fresh cigarette, the guitarist felt the weight of another body settling on the couch beside him, and sighed softly in relief as the subtle yet familiar scent washed over him. Kyo was the last person he had to worry about being a nag; indeed, he was often guilty himself of sneaking out of recording sessions, though more often for naps than cigarettes.
Regardless of that fact, the click of his own lighter in another hand informed Kaoru that this was a break to feed the addiction, and not the pseudo-narcolepsy.
Then he felt the hand creep over to rest on his inner thigh. Perhaps it was to feed something else, as well.
  “Kyo.”
The smaller man didn’t answer right away, choosing instead to take a deep drag from his own cigarette, idly tracing patterns on Kaoru’s leg. Even through the denim of his jeans, the sensation was enough to arouse a certain degree of interest.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
Kyo finished his cigarette with another few drags, and snubbed it out in the ashtray sitting on the table in front of them. He then proceeded to climb fully on top of the other man, straddling his waist and staring lazily into his face as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Kaoru blinked. Took a drag. Nearly choked on it as Kyo began to slowly grind against him.
“We’re in the middle of a session.”
“I know.” Despite this professed knowledge, the small blonde simply grinned and continued with his markedly inappropriate actions. “Hot, isn’t it?”
“Someone could walk in at any minute, you ass.” Despite his words, Kaoru had already put out his own cigarette, and could feel his hands creeping, ironically, towards that very portion of the vocalist’s anatomy. “They’re probably wondering where we’ve gone.”
“ Mm, let them.” Kyo groaned appreciatively as the older man’s talented hands reached their goal, alternating groping and caressing. “Bet Toshi would love to watch anyway, the perv.”
“If he’s the perv for watching, what are you for letting him?” Kaoru was having a difficult time keeping himself from groaning as Kyo moved about on top of him like that, but he certainly wasn’t going to lose this battle of wills just yet. He dug his fingers deeper into the other man’s ass, enough to massage and claim but not quite enough to hurt. Kyo hummed his contentment.
“I can’t help what other people choose to do or not do.” He seemed to be lost for words for a moment, deeply involved in his body’s actions, but soon continued. “I’m only the prophet, after all.”
“A damn horny one at that.” Kaoru’s hands dipped below the waistband of Kyo’s jeans, caressing every inch of warm flesh the came across. “In the middle of the break room, unlocked door, and full band present. Not very discriminating, are you?” The other man opened his eyes—currently their natural deep brown—which had fallen shut during his grinding, catching Kaoru’s gaze immediately. While most of what the guitarist saw behind them was mischief and lust, there was something deeper that made him pay very close attention to what came out of Kyo’s mouth next.
“But of course I am, oh Leader-sama.” The blonde bent closer, his talented mouth inches from Kaoru’s ear. “I only ever do it with you.” That said, he promptly took the guitarist’s earlobe between his lips and sucked, maneuvering around today’s small, singular hoop earring with practiced ease.
Kaoru finally allowed himself a groan, both at the sensation and the meaning behind the words. He supposed he didn’t come across as a very possessive man, but he knew himself, deep down, to be one, and couldn’t help but feel the rush sparked by Kyo’s simple pledge of faithfulness—though he had heard its like many times before.
“You sexy little fuck.” Without another word, Kaoru had switched their positions, pinning the vocalist to the couch beneath him, smirking slightly at Kyo’s triumphant laugh as he undid and removed the smaller man’s jeans, swiftly preparing him with the lube that Kyo somehow managed to always have somewhere on his person. “You’re not going to be able to walk when I’m done with you.”
“Oh? Think you can satisfy me, old man?” Kyo spread his legs shamelessly, attractive face all innocence. “Prove it.”
Kaoru was not one to take challenges lightly.

When the other three band members did, inevitably, come to look for both their leader and vocalist, their search inevitably lead to the break room, from which certain sounds each man recognized—and most certainly did not want to approach—were pouring forth quite regularly.
“Deadlines… they’re not really that important, are they?” Die was having a very difficult time keeping a straight face, and his cheeks were currently racing to catch up with his hair in the pigment department. ‘We can, you know, come back… later…”
“God, they’re hot together.” Toshiya, knowing full well that neither of the two men he was spying on would ever notice, had slid open the door a crack. “Makes you a little envious, doesn’t it?”
“You, maybe.” Die crossed his arms resolutely, looking as though he were attempting to block out the knowledge of what was happening on the other side of the door through sheer force of will. “Some of us are straight.”
“Bull shit you are. Or was that not my ass you were fucking in that bar last month?” Toshiya wiggled said body part suggestively, raising an eyebrow over his shoulder at the guitarist, who was now quite red indeed. “You look like a tomato who wants to be punk.”
“I was drunk, ok? I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“When you’re drunk you know best.” Toshiya resumed his spying, looking a little affronted. “And I’ll appreciate you not implying that fucking me was a mistake, thank you.”
Die blinked in confusion, then began to sputter. “No, I mean… I didn’t mean it like that, what I meant was that… Uh… well…”
“Shut up.” Shinya leaned against the wall, hair falling into his eyes. “You’re in a deep enough hole already.”
“He wishes…” But Toshiya really only muttered it to himself. “Damn, Kyo is flexible.” Shifting to relieve the growing bulge in his pants, he suddenly turned towards Shinya. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the drummer. “What do you say, Shinya? Feel like a quick fuck?”
Shinya rolled his eyes. “I’m not as insatiably horny as you are, you nympho.”
“Come take a look at this and you will be.”
The drummer stood still for a moment, then shrugged, and proceeded to peek around the door as though he truly had nothing better to do. After a few silent moments of watching, he glanced down at Toshiya.
“All right,” The bassist sprung to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. “But you’d better not come first this time.”
  “’Course.” Latching on to the slightly shorter man’s hand, Toshiya trailed after him like a puppy, the prospect of a good fuck pasting a look of pure and simple pleasure onto his face.
  “You… you bastards! You can’t just leave me here!” Die stared after his two band mates, wringing his hands desperately. “What am I supposed to do?”
Toshiya glanced over his shoulder. “Join, if you like. Or don’t. Not our problem.”
Die scowled at their retreating backs. Then, due to his overwhelming curiosity, he couldn’t help but look through the crack in the door.
It wasn’t but a few seconds before he was dashing down the hall.

“You hear that?”
“Noisy fucks. Thought they’d never leave.”
“It didn’t seem to matter much to you either way.”
“Mm. It’s the principle of the thing.”
  “Really.”
  “Really. …ready to go again?”
“What, here? Now?” Kaoru groaned as he felt Kyo’s already slick fingers slide into him. “ Uuhhnnn…”
“It’s only fair, really.”
“…guess you’re right.”
“No way around it.”
“Well fuck then.”
“You got it.”
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