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Golden	By : dismonster Category: > Die/Shinya Views: 1140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Dir en grey or any of it's staff or members of management- nor do I own them. All events are fiction and not true. Non-profit, merely written for personal entertainment.

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A/N: I personally do not like this pairing. I wrote it for my girlfriend. Also, I do not have a beta-reader nor do I write very often, so please forgive me for any mistakes that might be present.

He was womanly. Long thin fingers and curved nails- well manicured for a man. Shinya wore no rings that day; I spent the moment admiring his knuckles and the way he squeezed his hands together as if he were perpetually nervous. Even the day I met him his hands were clasped tightly together close to his stomach. Admittedly for a moment I thought he was a woman, though deep down I realized that he was in fact a man. Dark strands of his hair had fallen in to his field of vision and his voice wavered as he spoke, "I'm Shinya, Nice to meet you Die." His lips were drawn tight as if to keep from showing his teeth- every move he made down to the way he pushed those hairs from his face screamed, "innocence". At that point I couldn't tell what had excited me more; his interesting and delicate looks, or his chaste nature. A sharp grin spread my lips as I responded, "I'm glad to have a woman in the band."
"Stupid!" Kyo had laughed, punching me hard on the shoulder. I knew what I had said was wrong, nevertheless, the surprised and somewhat flustered look on the brunette's face was reward enough.
"I know. I'm just playing with him."
It's been about a year since that day, maybe more, I suck at keeping up with these kinds of things. Shinya is blonde now- but nothing about him had changed. I never expected him to change and he was as beautiful as the first moment we met. I, of course had a bad streak in me. Of course I had my share of women at that time; mainly high school experiences, but I had also had my fair share with men.
And something about Shinya made me want to get under his skin.
        "What are you staring at," meekly, he had spoken up, grabbing my attention from the skin on his forearms, "it's making me kind of nervous, Daisuke."
"Your arm."
His dark bottom lip was pulled into his mouth as if he was analyzing my response but I could tell he was taken-back. "My arm?" He spoke up, looking down at me. I had taken to sitting on the floor while he sat on the leather sofa behind me. Everything about him looked delicious.
His long legs were crossed, and his hands were clasped, wrenching together on top of them. "Yes. Your skin is so white." I replied, moving to my knees in front of him. No matter how close to him I had moved, he tried hard to avoid looking at me. My hand pressed against his arm and gently moved upward- crossing his elbow up to his thin shoulder. His breathing had stopped.
Under his breath he had managed to speak, "Die..."
I suck at keeping track of time, but it felt like years before I was able to move again. His skin was paralyzing. My knee came to rest between his legs and my lips close to the side of his face. I didn't respond. Fuck, I couldn't respond even if I had wanted to. Every piece of his skin that my fingers grazed had sent waves of electricity through my body.
        I waited a moment, my breath against the side of his face. He didn't push me away. Instead one of his hands came up and folded around the back of my neck; those long, thin fingers pulling me a bit closer. My body had moved closer and I allowed the breath that passed my lips to caress his face for just a moment longer.
Even though my actions were sudden- I could feel that it was mutually wanted- and all of that electric reaction was beginning to pool in the front of my pants.
"You smell nice." I said softly.
My head turned and I caught the side of his mouth with my lips. His lips were dark, even though he wasn't wearing lipstick- and they felt like pure silk. I thought to myself, he really is innocent, as I was turning my head more and more for his kiss.
Shinya kissed back.
Even as he grew more passionate, that meek innocence was obvious. He was unsure where to place his hands, where to touch me; how to kiss. He had never been with a woman it seemed, let a lone a man. I felt like a God.
The first one to touch someone such as him.
I imagined that my fingers were gold as they pushed up his shirt- that my fingers were leaving lines of pure gold that would mark him as mine. I wanted him to be marked. I wanted him to be all mine. This time, he didn't respond to what I had said, merely, let his lips part for my tongue. He had moaned softly. My tongue darting along his and my golden fingers were marking his nipples. Pulling and tugging at them until I broke his restraint. His other hand had came up and landed on my back- well manicured nails digging into my skin with fever.
Time turned, as we turned- his back landing against the sticky couch. Maybe it was from his sweat, or the fact that my body was sweaty and shaking from the mere excitement (or was it his body that was trembling?)- but the room seemed to jump 10 degrees hotter. Almost cumming at the sight of his white t-shirt pushed up to his chin, I worked my fingertips slower. Just enough until the rose pink buds were standing hard in attention. Those darkened lips were parted just enough so that he could pant for air- tiny chest, small rib cage pulling in and expanding rapidly.

        Trust me when I say- this was the most innocent yet erotic thing I had ever witness.
What a contradiction.
Sweet and erotic.
        "Die..." he called out, "Please...stop..."
He reached a hand up to grab my wrist, trying to keep my fingers from stimulating him any further. I guess I had taken advantage of him. He seemed too shy to speak out against me again, so I ignored it and continued my assault on his flesh.
"Die."
        My fingers splayed out against his chest and moved downwards along with my mouth- which soon encompassed one of his erect nipples. I pulled the flesh between my teeth, thrashing my tongue along the tip of it. His skin tasted of sweet milk. I opened my eyes and searched down his chest, to where I was aiming for- the gentle curve of his hips jutting from the confines of his pants. My fingers curled around the tops of his jeans, letting my hands linger. Again I let the tips of my fingers rub and assault the skin there- so deadly close to his cock- which, was obviously beginning to strain against his the fabric. "I don't know if we should," he started again, rope like fingers moving from my wrist to my head, to my collar bone, trying to pull me away. "It could make things awkward."
"Shinya. What if I want them to be awkward?"
One of my hands unlatched from his hip and began to rub hard against my own dick. I had neglected it for too long; unzipping my pants and pulling it from it's entrapment. I was throbbing and dripping and the kitten underneath me begging for me not to do anything was only making it worse.
        I purred again. "Shinya." He was watching me this time as I sat up a little bit. My hand gripped the base of my sex as I began to open his jeans. His body was tense. I knew his breathing stopped again. "Die, I really..." those pretty lips tried to protest again, "I really, I have never...I don't...just don't...." he said again and again until I covered his mouth with my own. My tongue forced it's way past his lips and I kissed him again and again, until I felt that our lips were bruised from the pressure. It was enough to coax him into letting me slip his pants from those thin legs- tossing the clothing over the couch, piece by piece until I had him naked.
"Die," he looked up at me, his hand had found his dick and he was rubbing it softly. His doll face was flushed red and he choked as he tried to speak again, "....be gentle."
"I will."
We kissed again.
And again.
His arms around my body, fingertips and nails on my flesh. Even though he spoke those words, he still protested as my hand threw his leg over the side of the couch. With better access I moved my hips closer to his. Our cocks were throbbing together, his now becoming slick from the mix of our sweat and pre-cum.
"I haven't done this..." he said again.
I shifted my hips back and forth, allowing the evidence of our arousal to rub together. The blonde began to speak "I'm sca-...Daisuke....." I pulled back and grabbed the base of my sex, stroking it quickly a few times before pressing it against his entrance. Those fingers on my back quickly turned to nails. They dug harder and harder the more I pushed into his tight body.
Though every thought I had was to fuck him senseless like I had wanted to since day one, I didn't. I could see his flushed face now being stained with tears as my cock filled him completely.
I stilled myself, kissing his forehead softly, "You're so beautiful, Shinya."
I knew that it didn't ease the pain, but I kissed his lips and spoke again, "Let me love you."
        Shinya didn't speak. He laid there, chest heaving until he finally spoke up, easing his grip on my back, "Love me then, Daisuke." My body shook with his words, struck with that electricity again- I pulled out slowly before pushed back inside of him. I knew he still had not adjusted to my body fully, but the more I moved against him, the more his legs relaxed around me. I brought a hand up and put it to his neck, stroking my thumb against the curve of his jaw. This time he pulled me down for a kiss.
I had grabbed his hip with my other hand, holding him tightly against the leather under him as I began to move faster. "Oh, God! Die!" he cried out. He was repeating my name over and over as I plowed into him. Our skin was slapping so hard together, mixed with his moans, was enough to get me into trembles again.
"It feels good," he called out, his hand starting to rub his sex softly, "right there. More, please Die."
I put my arm completely underneath his body- coming around to hold his hips upward so that my cock could hit deeper. I pressed in again as hard as I could, rocking my hips upward until he shook madly under me. "Die....! There!"
I held my breath, looking down at the man below me. He was a doll. Moaning and begging for more of my cock.
I gave him what he wanted- I held him tighter, pressing in and thrusting over his sweet spot again and again until his thin frame arched upwards. "Die!"
My name spilled from his lips as he came. The sticky white adorning his stomach as I kept my thrusts hard and quick. Shinya was contracting around me; holding my cock tight inside of him each time I pulled out, my head was starting to spin.
I clenched my teeth hard. My body arching over him as I reached my climax.
        We laid there together for what seemed like years, his arms still around my neck. He was stroking the ends of my hair that had stuck to the nape of my neck- and I, tracing golden circles over the area where his heart lay.
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