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Title: I Don't Need Your Love
Authors: fonulyn and pi_ankh
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Die and Kyo
Disclaimer: We don't own anyone and we don't get any money from this. It all came from our imagination.
Comments: Hello all you wonderful people^^
Around a week ago, I talked with my friend pi_ankh, and we decided to try and write a fic together. So this is what came out of that. It might be a bit odd, but it's the first thing we did together, so have mercy on us^^


I Don’t Need Your Love

Kyo rang the bell and waited. No answer. He raised his hand and knocked the door in front of him impatiently. He was in need, desperately in need. He waited and waited, even started to tap his foot on the floor, since it seemed to take ages until the other one came to open the door. In reality it took not more than one and a half minutes.

A knock on the door made the red headed guitarist to leave his coffee where it was and head to the door. He already knew who the one behind that door was, and he knew why that man was here. It was all about sex, nothing more and nothing less. He swung the door open and found himself staring deep into the eyes of their band’s vocalist.

The shorter man stared at the redhead for a while holding his bag. Impatience grew inside of him. “Aren’t you going to let me in?” he asked irritated. The vocalist’s mind was filled with only one thought; he wanted to get laid.

Die stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Sure. Come in.” Somehow he felt weird, a bit melancholy maybe, but he just smiled at the smaller one. “Just make yourself feel comfortable.”

The vocalist stepped in and kicked off his shoes. He took his jacket off as well and hung it upon the rack. The other one walked to the kitchen and the short man watched after him, then just followed him and from the doorframe he asked: “What’s the problem? Aren’t you in the mood?”

“Just gimme a sec, okay.” The redhead smiled apologetically, throwing away the remains of his coffee. “Besides you still have all your clothes on too.” He couldn’t help but to comment a bit impertinently.

“Sorry” the shorter apologized and walked to the bedroom. He put his bag by the wall and took his shirt off uncovering his well trained muscles. Soon his trousers followed and he stood by the bed wearing nothing but his boxers. Tired of standing and waiting he threw himself on the other one’s bed and pounced slightly.

It didn’t take long before Die appeared in the doorframe, already pulling his shirt over his head. He threw the garment aside, moving to unbuckle his belt. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” A part of him was a bit amused of how needy the vocalist seemed to be.

“Hmph” the shorter snorted, but looked lustily at the other’s body. To Kyo, it seemed to take hours for Die to get rid of his pants so he got up, dragged the taller man by the bed and pushed him on it. Then he took a good hold of the other’s trousers and pulled them off. After the quick cloth removal the vocalist crawled on top of the redhead.

Die didn’t have the time to say anything before the vocalist’s mouth landed on his in a bruising kiss. Weakly he mewled into the other’s mouth, staying obediently still to allow the other man to whatever he wanted next. It was how it always went, and they both knew what to do.

The deeper the kiss became, the harder the vocalist pressed his groin against the man underneath him. Slowly he rocked himself and the friction his boxers caused together with the other’s body was more than satisfying. Hungrily he bit and licked the redhead’s neck.

Willingly the guitarist spread his long legs for Kyo. His body was starting to respond to the touches he received, and he arched his back slightly to press himself closer. He needed and loved the man above him, although to the other their relationship was purely physical.

‘Why in hell didn’t I take these boxers off?’ Kyo cursed to himself and pushed the mentioned garment lower until he was able to shake it off. Lustily the vocalist’s hands wandered on Die’s body. They went everywhere, searching for better contact.

Die closed his eyes, concentrating on the touches and moving his own palms along the other one’s back. His breathing was getting heavier and his cheeks were already a bit flushed due to the excitement, as he again tried to arch up and press their bodies closer to each other.

Soon the air was filled with their panting and passionate moans. Kyo sneaked his hand to the red head’s almost hard flesh and slowly he moved his hand along it. His own need was hard too, and while bruising the other one’s lips again he reached for the lube bottle on the table by the bed. Somehow he managed to drop it and cursed out loud. Unwillingly he shifted and bent to find the lost bottle. He searched for it under the bed, but couldn’t find it. The vocalist cursed again and slid to the floor to search the damned bottle.

As the younger’s weight suddenly disappeared, Die sighed deeply, raising his upper body up a bit to search for the vocalist with his gaze. “Just forget it and get the fuck back here.” His voice was a bit raspy of lust, and he wanted Kyo back near him as soon as possible.

The vocalist heard the redhead’s words but he had no intension on ripping the other’s innings apart. He saw the bottle just few inches away and grabbed it tightly. “Got it” he puffed and climbed back on top of the older one. “My bad” he said and pressed himself close to the other, as if to take back the time he spent on the floor.

Die leaned close and initiated a deep kiss, tangling his fingers in the shorter man’s hair. “Don’t you ever do that again.” He tried to sound serious, but the impression was somewhat ruined by his harsh breaths and lust-hazed expression.

Little laugh came out of Kyo’s mouth. “No, I won’t. Promised.” He pressed his lips to the taller’s chest and slowly crawled lower. The vocalist opened the lube bottle with his right hand and spread some to his left hand. With no hurry he pushed two fingers inside of the guitarist and twined his other hand around the redhead’s hard length tugging it along with his fingers’ movements. His eyes were glassed as he stared at the very erotic scene under his eyes.

Soon the redhead was nothing but writhing and squirming under the pleasure Kyo’s hands provided, bucking up from the bed. He had difficulties in breathing and gasped for air desperately. The only thought that filled his mind was the vocalist, the only person to whom he was willing to give himself like this.

The ache on the vocalist’s arousal was getting too unbearable and he had to stop his hand movements. Hastily he drew his fingers out of the redhead and spread some more lube to his length before placing it to Die’s entrance. He thrust half way in and waited for the other one to adjust.

A strangled cry left the redhead’s throat as he was entered, and the pain caused by the penetration overwhelmed the pleasure for a moment. He concentrated on the thought that it was Kyo doing this, and the knowledge that it would eventually get better, trying to relax.

Slowly Kyo thrust deeper, giving enough time for Die to get used to the intrusion. Bliss filled the vocalist’s mind as he felt the other one tightly around him. Sweat formed to both of their skins and Kyo pressed his forehead on the redhead’s chest and took the other man’s hardness to his hand again.

With time the pleasant feeling that formed in the guitarist overpowered the pain, and he was beginning to enjoy himself more with each passing moment. Slow and longing moans left from deep in his throat as he began to meet Kyo’s movements halfway.

The vocalist raised his upper body and looked at the redhead’s face. He yearned to touch the taller’s lips and cheeks with his fingers. Without a thought he reached his hand out and for the first time he caressed Die’s face like that, almost lovingly. The moment passed fast though as the short man reached his peak.

Die held his eyes closed as he felt the soft touch on his face. What had that been? It had almost felt like Kyo would’ve loved him instead of just lusting after his body and the bliss it could give. And the redhead wanted to believe Kyo loved him, no matter how false his belief might’ve been. It didn’t take long, mere seconds only, after the vocalist’s climax that Die reached his own, arching up from the sheets due to the force of his release.

Absolute pleasure dwelled in the short vocalist and carefully he drew out of the guitarist. He plopped down to the bed beside the other exhausted man. Passing, almost unnoticeably, the younger man’s hand clasped the guitarist’s big hand. Then the vocalist only pulled some cover over his naked body and began to sleep.

Die laid awake for long, thinking how messed up his life had become, falling in love with someone who was interested only in screwing his brains out. Stupid, very stupid. And also very true.

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Kyo laid on the bed and inhaled deeply through his cigarette and blew smoke rings to the air. The curtains let some of the early morning sunrays in. He looked beside him, to the mass of red hair. It had been great like always, true bliss. He inhaled more smoke and dumped his cigarette. The man beside him shifted a bit, and now Kyo could see his whole face. He turned his gaze away and threw the blanket aside. Stretching his sleepy limbs he walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water.

As soon as Kyo had left the room Die allowed himself to sigh in deep. He had been biting the insides of his cheeks to prevent any forms of sighs or sobs as long as the vocalist had been beside him, but now he couldn’t take any more. It had been three months already, and almost every night they had sex. Or more like fucked each other’s brains out, enjoying with no emotions involved. Or that was how they had agreed, only now the guitarist realized how much the situation hurt him. He had thought he could keep his emotions under control, but slowly it was getting harder and harder.

The hot water poured on the short man. He leaned against the wall and let the water run. Tiredly he took the soap and started to wash himself. The water made him feel good, pure, like it would have taken all the stress away. One of his new songs burned inside of him, it wanted to be finished. “Love… No, no, no… I don’t need your love…” He pondered out loud. He squirted shampoo to his palm and spread it all over his black hair. “Our love is dead… Shit, this isn’t working.” He closed the tap frustrated and stepped out, grabbing a towel.

Die was still lying on the bed, not wanting to move. The worst thing wasn’t the slight burning pain in his lower back, result from the previous night’s actions, since more he was hurting inwardly. When they had started this twisted relationship, he had already known he had some deep emotions for Kyo, and he had already known that for Kyo this was all about sexual satisfaction. One of the worst things was that although Die was completely used as an object, he had no intentions in walking out. This way he even got to think for a brief moment that Kyo truly cared for him more than for a friend.

Kyo wrapped the towel around his waist and puffed his hair with another. Still drying his hair he walked back to the bedroom and tiptoed to his bag to get clean clothes. As he pulled his boxers on he noticed that Die wasn’t asleep anymore. “Morning.”

“Morning.” The redhead startled a bit as he hadn’t noticed Kyo enter the room. He shifted a bit, wincing at the feeling in his lower back. Although he would’ve felt like lying there for the whole day, he forced himself to sit up and look at Kyo. “Are you going already?”

“Well… ” the vocalist started. “I should work on my lyrics, but if you want to talk I can stay for a while. Are you hungry? I’m starving. Maybe we could eat something while we talk?”

Die pondered for a moment. Maybe he really should eat something, but he really didn’t feel like standing up. He tried to create a smile and looked straight at the vocalist. “I’m sorry, of course you can go if you have more important things to do. It’s not like we’re lovers or anything.” Why in hell did saying those last words feel so bad?

Kyo arched his eye brow puzzled. Why had Die stresses the last sentence slightly? “Die… You really look like you need a breakfast.” Kyo was now worried of his friend who looked pale and maybe a bit feverish.

The guitarist nodded seriously. He wanted Kyo to stay really bad, even if it meant only that they’d have a short breakfast together. “Uhm… Okay. I should get dressed…” He looked around in the room, trying to find his clothes from the last night. Those would probably be lying somewhere in the floor.

Kyo picked up the redhead’s jeans and threw them on the bed. “Here you go” he smiled. “I’ll make something.” With that he left to the kitchen. In his mind Kyo pondered what on earth was wrong with the guitarist. Last night had been pure bliss. When Kyo came to think of it, the redhead had been acting differently lately. The vocalist opened the fridge and poked something green in there with his index finger. ‘What does he eat?’ he thought and took some eggs and milk.

As soon as he was left alone, Die sighed again, standing up from the bed. It was no use in staying there, and he was definitely not going to tell Kyo what was bothering him, that would surely chase the vocalist away. And that would mean the end of everything between them. Quickly he pulled the jeans on and searched for a t-shirt before heading to the kitchen.

The dark haired one whisked the milk and the eggs in a bowl. He heard the door being opened and turned around. “Sit down This will take a moment” he said smiling and turned back to pour the mixture to the already hot pan.

Die couldn’t but smile at the other’s friendliness, and obediently plopped down to sit on a chair beside the table. “Thanks.” Inwardly he cursed himself for being too emotional and commanded himself to act like a man.

Kyo liked cooking like that. Something simple and easy. Yeah and fast. He was starving. His thoughts wandered to his friend again. Although Die seemed to be okay right now, something about him wasn’t right. Kyo set the table and took the pan from the cooker. “Omelette alá Kyo. Well done, stirred, not shaken” he said smiling widely, but his mind still concerned.

The guitarist chuckled at the joke, offering his plate to get some of the food. “I hope you didn’t slip any poison in it.” He only now realized how hungry he was and began to slowly eat. Somehow the slight concern in Kyo’s eyes made him feel slightly better. At least the other one cared for him as a friend.

“Poison? Me? Never…” Kyo whistled and laughed relieved. He had managed to lighten his friend’s mood. He started to shovel some food in too. Though he seemed to be concentrated on eating he spied Die from the corner of his eye. ‘What has gone to him? I thought he was alright with our settlement. He hasn’t at least said anything about calling it quits’ Kyo thought deep in his mind.

After a moment Die had finished eating and pushed the plate a bit further, smiling at the vocalist. “Thanks. I really needed that.” He wasn’t sure whether he should say something else, so he remained silent. And what could he have said anyways? ‘Hey Kyo, I know we agreed only to fuck each other’s brains out occasionally, but geez, I guess I’m in love with you?’

Kyo finished just after Die. He leaned backwards and tapped his stomach. “Gosh, I’m full. And it was nothing.” Kyo paused and burped quite loudly. “Sorry for that. You wanted to talk about something?” he continued and looked at Die questioningly.

Die looked a bit dumb. “Well, I didn’t have anything special in mind…” He winced slightly at the words, since they weren’t the whole truth. He knew what he would’ve wanted to say, but that was impossible. So he just ventured to safe topics. “How are those lyrics forming?”

“Lyrics? To tell you the truth, I’m quite jammed with them. Nothing good seems to get out of me anymore.” Kyo sighed deeply. “One word just keeps on haunting me. I know I have to write about it, but I haven’t found the right way yet.” He placed his elbows on the table and buried his face to his palms. “Have I lost it? Have I lost my talent?” he asked and looked at the other man between his hands.

Instantly the redhead shook his head. “Don’t say things like that. You know your talent is still there.” He smiled encouragingly. “You’ll make it, you just need some patience.”

The vocalist stretched up. “Nah, I guess you’re right. It has come back every time, why wouldn’t it come back this time too?” Kyo smiled widely back and got up. “They may say that you’re stupid, but most of the time I think they are the fools. Gimme your plate and I’ll wash the dishes before I go.”

Die handed him the plate and smiled slightly again. “I’m not that intelligent.” He watched silently as the shorter man washed the plates, again not knowing what to say.

Kyo dried the plates and put them back to the closet. “All done” he said and dried his hands. “I’ll get going now. Maybe I’ll have some lyrics when we see again.”

“Thanks.” Die smiled at the vocalist a bit melancholically. Now Kyo would go, live on his life and maybe come back in the evening for a quick shag. That’s how it goes. They were friends, and spent time together normally like friends do during the day. It was the nights that were different. Since the agreement, there was hardly a night when they didn’t have sex. Only when Kyo managed to hit somebody from the bar or something.

The vocalist puffed the guitarist’s hair and walked to the hall. As he pulled his shoes on, he remembered his bag in Die’s bedroom. ‘I’m gonna come here later anyway…’ He laced his shoes, grabbed his jacket, shouted goodbyes and stepped out of the apartment. He closed the door and stopped. Never had he left his bag at Die’s after they started their ‘relationship’. Kyo thought it more of an arrangement than a relationship, but he wasn’t sure anymore. He turned to look at the door confused. What was going on? He shook his head and walked away.

When Kyo was gone, Die sat in the kitchen for a moment still, trying to sort out his messed up thoughts. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. He had agreed to keep his relationship with Kyo on the physical level, and totally separated from their friendship. Standing up from his seat he shook his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts. But it was no use.

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“Love, care, need, satisfaction… I need… No, no, no… I don’t need… Yes. What don’t I need? I don’t need… Yes… I don’t need your love. That’s it. I don’t need your love, your protection, your care. What else? I need… I need your… Your… Body! I don’t need your love. I can give you no love… Or can I?” Kyo stopped for a moment and looked at his work. Was this really what he wanted? Once again he shook these thoughts out of his head and continued. “Why can’t I love you? The world… The world has made me cold. I don’t care of it anymore. I don’t care your love. I want my satisfaction; love doesn’t give it to me…”

Once again the vocalist stopped, he wasn’t sure if meant with his whole heart. He swallowed and with shaking hands he continued. “Your body gives me everything I need. Your love is nothing to me.” Kyo buried his face to his palms. “No!” he cried out and shook his head. “I need more than that” he nearly sobbed. Like that he sat for a while. Now as he had started, he didn’t want to stop. “Crap! I got to take a hold of myself! Focus!” he forced himself. “Let’s see.. What’s next? I will only hurt you, use you… No… Something is missing… Love me… If you will… But I will only hurt you, use you… You mean nothing to me…” He couldn’t go further this time. His thoughts were too mixed up. He rose from his chair dropping the pencil and walked to the fridge. He took a can of bear and sat in the sofa in the living room. Writing hadn’t been this difficult for months. Somehow the redheaded guitarist seemed to mix his thoughts up. This wasn’t supposed to be like this. Kyo got up, grabbed his paper, keys, phone and jacket, walked to the door and left.

Die had been determined to dwell in his self-pity for the rest of the day, since there was no practice and all. They had this short break before really starting to work on the new album. But his plans changed as Kaoru and Shinya forced their way into his apartment and dragged him along. According to Kaoru’s words this was because Die had lately begun to ‘act like a grumpy old lady’. The redhead was surprised that he actually had good time, and he managed to forget his mixed up life for a moment, forget Kyo for a moment. Eventually the day had to come to an end though, and Die was back in his apartment, alone with only his thoughts to keep him company. And those weren’t pleasant thoughts, but full of everything he had tried to forget.

Kyo found himself behind the guitarist’s door. He rang the bell for few times, but no one came to answer. He took a look at his cell phone. It was nearly six pm. Easily he could have just pressed the button and called to Die, but he sank the phone back to his pocket. He walked away, not knowing what to do, so he went to the nearby bar, knowing it would be too early to start drinking. The corner table was empty, so the vocalist seated himself there and dug the lyrics from his pocket. Was that what he wanted? “Yes… No…” he pondered.

Some hours passed and when he looked at the clock for the next time it was well past nine. “That much?” the short man wondered and sighed. He winked at the bartender and ordered a drink. Minute later the man brought it to the vocalist who paid it starting to sip the drink. Silently he drank and looked carefully at his lyrics. He closed his eyes and saw the redhead smiling. His eyes shot open. It was meant to be physical, right? He gulped the rest of his drink and left. He wanted to see Die, spend some time together, just hang around. Again he found himself behind Die’s door. He rang the bell and waited if the redhead was home.

The rhythm guitarist had been watching tv and sipping a beer he had found from the fridge. Hearing the doorbell caused him to sigh and take a glance at the clock; almost 10 pm. So it must be Kyo. For some reason he wasn’t particularly in the mood tonight, but he couldn’t turn Kyo away, could he? So he put his beer down to the coffee table and dragged himself to the door, opening it. As soon as he saw the small man, he opened the door wider, inviting him in. “Just give me a minute.” He smiled slightly, hoping that the vocalist wasn’t too horny that he’d jump him right away.

“Minute for what?” Kyo asked stupidly. Immediately he cursed inwardly. “I mean… I thought we could play Nintendo together. Or if you have something else in mind…” the vocalist continued and wondered if this was a good idea after all. He wanted merely have some fun, outside the bed.

“Oh.” The redhead stared at the vocalist for a moment, a bit stunned. Slowly a smile crept to his face and he nodded. “Okay.” If Kyo wanted to play Nintendo, they would play Nintendo. Inwardly Die couldn’t help but to be a bit relieved, since now he got to enjoy Kyo’s presence although he wasn’t particularly in the mood for any action.

The vocalist felt relieved as he saw a smile on the other’s lips. He kicked his shoes off and walked to the living room. “What do you want to play? It’s your turn to choose” the shorter said glancing through Die’s games.

Die plopped down to sit on the couch, offering the other another smile. “Whatever you want. As long as you won’t make me play that stupid killerbug-game. I just don’t want to see any fighting insects right now.”

“Die!” the shorter laughed. “You can’t be that lousy making decisions.” He looked at the redhead for a moment and then, eyes closed, he picked one game. “We shall play… What is this? A racing game? I’ve never played it before.”

The guitarist nodded, grinning widely. “Yup, a racing game. Now put it on and drag yourself here so I can kick your ass.” It happened to be one of his favourite games and he was quite good in it.

Kyo switched the Nintendo on and gave the other controller to Die. He chose the right channel and watched the screen for a moment. “How old is this game? Gee, listen at the music. What are you supposed to do in here?” he asked looking at the demo stunned.

“You just try to drive as fast as possible.” Die shrugged, showing the other the right buttons to use in the game. It was fairly simple and the trusted that Kyo knew what to do now.

“Okay. I go it” Kyo answered and took a better position. “I’m ready. Let’s begin. And I’ll kick your ass, skinny” He said and laughed devilishly. Inside his head he knew that the redhead would beat the crap out of him. He was lousy at racing games and Die knew it.

The guitarist only chuckled, full well knowing that Kyo was just talking and wouldn’t stand a chance in reality. And he was right, soon the vocalist was hopelessly left behind to fight for the last placings in the game.

“Fuck! I swear they cheat! They use some bloody illegal turbo, I’m sure of it! And you are cheating too!” the vocalist cried and laughed at the same time. Although he was lousy, it felt good to play with Die. This was what he needed at the moment. Cheering up. And seeing Die happy like that made him even more glad.

The redhead laughed freely, taking a sip of his beer. “No, I’m not cheating. I’m just so good.” He was slowly relaxing, after all they used to do this quite often in the past days.

“You’re just saying that, you demon. I will show you on the next course” The vocalist swore with a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“You fucking wish.” Die winked at the shorter man, turning his attention back to the game.

Kyo just laughed. Why on earth didn’t they play more often, Kyo pondered. And as he had thought, he lost the next course too and the one after that. But slowly he improved. And in the second last course he managed to get to the second place. “Un. Fucking. Believable!” he shouted and danced a wild victory dance in front of the tv. “I’m gonna be the numero uno, top of the hill, the king of the racing arcade!”

The vocalist’s behaviour made Die laugh so much that his stomach hurt, and he was rolling on the floor. Slowly he was calming down, and wiped some tears from his eyes. “Dammit, you really know how to enjoy when you succeed.”

“Are you laughing at me? You sneaky bastard.” Kyo laughed and helped his friend back to the couch. “I will kick your ass on the last course and I’ll…” he said and winked more or less hinting to the other man.

“And you’ll…?” The guitarist took his most innocent expression, indicating that he hadn’t understood the hint.

“You’ll see… I promise” Kyo said laughing and sat down beside the other one, clutching his controller. “Ready for your doom?”

“You bet I am!” Die turned back to the game, ready to beat the vocalist again.

The last race became a thriller. Kyo was only few thousands behind. “Go, go, go” he whispered and in the home straight he speeded ahead of the redhead. The distance between them was only two thousandths, but Kyo won. “I won? I won! I won! Told you so! Who’s the man? Who’s the man? Kyo’s the man!” he sang dancing wildly, now without his shirt on.

Die would’ve otherwise been disappointed that he lost, but Kyo’s dancing only made him laugh again. “Congratulations, shorty.” His eyes were sparkling with joy as he looked straight at the other man.

“I kicked your little as right there! Haven’t had this much fun for a while.” The shorter one stopped his dance and watched the other one straight in the eye, panting. ‘Gosh! He looks good, his eyes sparkling and all’ Kyo thought to himself.

The redhead chuckled still, but his laughter died away as he looked the other man in the eye. Somehow those deep eyes had always been ale to hypnotize him like that. Subconsciously he licked his dry lips, wondering if he should say something.

Die’s gesture was like an invitation to the shorter one. Slowly he closed the space between them and sat by the redhead. He raised his hand and wiped one strand of hair away from the taller’s face. “You look… You look so… Beautiful.” For the first time Kyo said anything like that to the older one and somehow it felt right to say so.

The guitarist’s eyes widened slightly and his heart skipped a beat. What was that? Kyo never told him things like that, they weren’t in love or anything. The whole situation was so strange that he would have panicked if there hadn’t been this honesty in the vocalist’s eyes. So instead of panicking he allowed a soft smile to caress his lips.

Slowly the shorter one ran his thumb on the taller one’s smiling lips. This felt so strange and yet so good. The vocalist’s breathes became sharper, superficial and more irregular. He drowned himself to the other one’s eyes and gulped. Could he? Could he feel something more towards the guitarist? Could he be in love?

Die felt himself blush slightly under the vocalist’s intense gaze. He couldn’t look Kyo in the eye anymore, and averted his eyes, for the whole time he feared that any minute the other would realize what was going on, and they’d fall back into the non-emotional relationship.

The slight red on the guitarist’s face made Kyo smile. Why hadn’t he ever noticed how beautiful the other one was? Of course Die wasn’t bad looking, but now Kyo saw how gorgeous he really was. With no hurry the vocalist approached the redhead’s lips and finally pressed their lips together.

As Kyo’s lips touched his own, Die gasped slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected a tender sign of affection like that. But when the vocalist didn’t pull away, he relaxed, kissing back slowly. It felt like love, and Die prayed it wasn’t just his imagination.

As the vocalist felt the other one responding to the kiss, he wrangled his other hand around the redhead. He didn’t want to break the moment that felt so good, but the need of oxygen forced him to part from the guitarist’s lips. He took only a short breath to seal the other’s lips again.

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They sat there like that for long, kissing each other and enjoying the special moment. Slowly Die gained enough courage to run his fingers through Kyo’s hair in a loving manner.

To Kyo Die’s touch felt heavenly. He deepened the kiss by slowly pushing his tongue to the redhead’s mouth. At the same time he caressed the guitarist’s sides tenderly and let all his emotions show in the kiss. All the care, all the tenderness, all the bliss and all the awakening love.

Die still wasn’t completely sure if he was dreaming or if this was really happening. It felt too good to be true. After a few moment’s they finally parted, both leaning slightly back so they could look each other in the eye.

Kyo saw the affection shining from the redhead’s eyes and whispered quietly: “I was so wrong, so wrong.” He let his hand caress the guitarist’s cheek. The soft skin burned his fingers sweetly.

The redhead startled slightly because of those words. What did Kyo mean by saying that? That the kiss they had jus shared had been wrong? Instantly he hung his head so that the disappointment wouldn’t be too clearly visible.

The taste of Die lingered in Kyo’s mouth sweetly. “Not to need your love? What a fool am I?” he uttered and took the redheads hand to his kissing every finger separately. “Your fingers are perfect” he whispered before sealing their lips to another kiss

Die’s eyes were wide in surprise. This simply couldn’t be true. This was what he had been dreaming of, it couldn’t be happening for real. He raised his hand to touch Kyo’s cheek with his fingertips, like testing if the other was there or not.

The guitarist’s affectionate gesture made cold shivers go through Kyo. He twined his arms tightly around the redhead’s lithe body, pressing their lips tighter together. This felt so much better than ever before, just being close to the other one.

Die practically melted against the shorter man, needing to be close so that the situation felt even somewhat real. He had imagined this so many times, how it would feel to have Kyo kiss him so that it meant something and not only basic lust. But it all felt so much better that ever in his dreams.

The flood of denied feelings poured out of the younger man. “Die” he whispered and pushed his hands under the other one’s shirt. “I think I’ve fallen for you.” He pressed his lips to the redhead’s neck and kissed the skin all over leaving some saliva on the way. The guitarist tasted like candy and the shorter one couldn’t get enough.

“What?” Die felt his heart skip another beat as he heard the words, and he couldn’t believe his luck. Somehow he needed to make sure he wasn’t mistaken, since that would’ve crushed him. He took a hold of Kyo’s shoulders and gently pushed the other away a bit so they were looking each other in the eye. “What did you say?”

Kyo looked deep into those chocolate brown orbs. “I said I think I’ve fallen for you, fell in love with you” the vocalist said meaning every word. Then the doubt hit him. Why did the other one push him away? Did he not feel the same way Kyo did?

Die smiled honestly, biting his lip for a moment since the flow of emotion coursed through him. He didn’t quite trust his voice, and therefore his words came out as a choked whisper. “You have now idea how happy you just made me.”

Relief filled the younger man, and a sigh left his lips. “And you made me realize what I truly need.” The words fell from his lips so easily. He never expected it to be so simple; he never thought it would be Die, to whom he would be saying these words.

The redhead chuckled, not really knowing how to react. He brought his hand up to touch Kyo’s cheek again, the simple gesture showing his affection. “You know, I kinda fell for you already long ago.” He confessed silently.

“You did?” the shorter asked. “Just a moment ago, I thought you were rejecting me” he continued embarrassed. He blushed slightly and touched Die’s hand on his cheek. He pressed the redhead’s hand against his lips kissing it affectionately.

Slowly Die leaned in, closing the distance between them and initiating a soft kiss. A part of him still couldn’t believe this was true, and so he needed to feel it.

Kyo let go of the redhead’s hand and sank his palms to the mass of red hear. Quietly he moaned something to the guitarist’s mouth and pulled up the latter one’s shirt. Although this wasn’t the first time for them, Kyo’s hands were shaking a bit.

The vocalist wasn’t the only one shaking since Die couldn’t help but to be nervous too. He had a feeling that this was going to be more than just senseless shagging, and the feeling grew only stronger as their lips met again.

The softness of the other one’s lips felt unreal, it was like utmost bliss. Kyo shifted closer to the guitarist tugging the hem quite recklessly. He wanted to feel his skin against the redhead’s. He wanted to give everything he had, to the man in front of him.

With Die’s help Kyo managed to get rid of the redhead’s shirt, and quickly they pressed closed to each other, needing the feeling of skin on skin. While their mouths were engaged in yet another deep kiss, Die leaned backwards, pulling the shorter man along so that the vocalist was lying on top of the guitarist.

Kyo ran his other palm on the redhead’s side, all the way from the guitarist’s armpit to his hips. The vocalist brushed the fabric covered skin quite hard and arrogantly he tried to find a way inside to the taller one’s trousers. After a few unsuccessful tries, he finally found a way in. The vocalist squirmed his hand further to find what he was looking for.

Die was busy with kissing the shorter man and fumbling with the button of his trousers. His hands were still shaking, and he had serious problems, but finally with his determination he succeeded in opening the younger one’s pants.

As the pressure on the vocalist’s groin eased, a small moan came from his throat and he bent his head backwards. At the same time he squeezed his hand in Die’s trousers.

The redhead tried to arch upwards so he could press their bodies together, but he was lying in such a position that moving was slightly difficult. So he just had to take what the younger man gave, only capable of moving slightly along.

The shorter leaned forwards and pressed his lips again to the other’s He shifted so he could open the older one’s useless trousers. Hastily he opened the button and the zipper and gently he caressed he redhead’s hard arousal and licked his lips.

Die gasped, throwing his head backwards forcefully as his consciousness was blurred with the pleasure coursing through him. He tried to rid Kyo completely of his trousers, but soon he couldn’t concentrate in anything else than to the blissful touches he received from the other.

Kyo noticed the taller’s hopeless tries and so he helped himself out of his trousers. Quickly he rose and drew the taller one’s pants away too. Lovingly he looked at tall man lying on the couch. He knelt beside the sofa and started to kiss the other man’s abdomen.

The soft kisses made the redhead shiver, the moment still felt somehow unreal. He couldn’t believe that the other had said he held those emotions. Slowly he took a fistful of Kyo’s hair into his fist, needing something to hold on to.

The kisses slowly approached the taller’s hardness. Kyo kissed now more intensively and once in a while he let his tongue run on the guitarist’s salty skin. Finally he circled around the other’s hardness giving butterfly kisses. After a few minutes he touched the length with his lips continuing with the soft kisses.

Slowly the air was filled with Die’s harsh breathes, as he gasped, trying desperately to inhale regularly. “Kyo…” The vocalist’s name rose from his throat again and again, and he tried to move his hips upwards to gain more friction.

As Kyo heard his name being said over and over again, and as the other one moved his hips, the vocalist couldn’t hold back anymore. He took the tip of Die’s length between his lips and ran his tongue on the sensitive skin. With no hurry, he sank Die deep into his mouth.

Instantly Die bucked up from the couch, his eyes wide open and a low sound of ecstasy leaving his throat. He tried to hold himself still, not wanting to just lose all control, since he wanted this to be special. He wanted that this time it would be love.

Taking his time Kyo moved slowly around the hard flesh. First drops of Die’s seed tasted like honey in the shorter man’s mouth. He wanted to give more; much more to the man he loved. He left the length and moved to kiss the redhead on the lips. After the kiss broke off, the vocalist uttered to the guitarist’s ear: “Take me to yours.”

Die whimpered slightly as the other left his arousal, bucking up against the body on top of him. It took a moment before the vocalist’s words reached his lust-hazed mind, and he blinked a few times, not quite realizing what Kyo had said. “What?” Not the cleverest answer possible, but it had to serve now.

Smile caressed Kyo’s lips. “Take me. I want to feel you… Completely.” Teasingly he moved his hips on Die’s. He rose up, took the redhead’s hand and pulled him up. The shorter one took a hold of the taller one’s nape and pressed their lips to yet another passionate kiss.

Soon Die felt his heart beating in his throat as he comprehended what he had been told. It would be his first time to top after this so-called relationship begun, and he couldn’t help but to feel nervous. Trying to get over the first waves of nervousness he concentrated on the kiss, wrapping his arms around the other.

When the kiss broke, Kyo draw Die to the bedroom. He didn’t want this to become some cheap fuck on the sofa or on the floor; he wanted this to be something special. The vocalist sat on the bed and pulled the redhead on top of him.

Die kissed the other one hungrily, pressing himself instantly closer. The heat in him was getting too high to ignore anymore, and he broke the kiss. “I’ll be right back.” He smiled and with a last brief peck on the smaller man’s lips he rolled off of him, reaching for the small table beside the bed.

Kyo breathed quite heavily. He had no idea how this was going to feel, but the smile on the redhead’s lips had felt comforting and loving. The vocalist knew in the depths of his mind that the other one would never hurt him, not deliberately. He looked longingly at the other man’s figure searching for something from the table. How could he not have seen before the love he had for that guitarist?

Soon Die was back with the bottle of lube he had been searching for. “Just relax.” He smiled and leaned in to connect their lips again, while slipping two of his lubricated fingers past the vocalist’s entrance.

Shivers ran through Kyo’s spine as the cool fingers entered him. It felt odd in the beginning, but the thought of who was doing this to him made it pleasurable. He relaxed to the kiss and the fingers moving inside of him made him see stars. He squirmed his fingers deep into the guitarist’s red hair and enjoyed the bliss of the moment.

Die took his time stretching the vocalist for he knew it would hurt like hell without proper preparation. After a while though he retreated his fingers, looking the other deep in the eye. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

The shorter only nodded, not able to trust in his voice. He relaxed his muscles, but as he felt Die at his entrance he tensed nervously. “Sorry” he uttered and breathed deeply. He wanted this; he wanted to feel Die inside of him. The shorter pulled the redhead to a kiss to find a way to relax.

The guitarist used the kiss to distract Kyo as best as he could while moving his hips forward, thrusting deep into the shorter man. He groaned into the kiss, the feeling being beyond pure bliss, and his eyes fluttered shut. Collecting all his self-control he stayed still, giving Kyo the time to adjust.

Though the pain was great, Kyo said nothing. The pleasure the taller provided was thousand more times greater. Slow he started to move his hips, hinting Die he could move. Small moans of pleasure escaped from Kyo’s throat and his hands wandered to the redhead’s butt.

The guitarist took the hint and began to move, first slowly and then constantly picking up the pace. The pleasure took over him, and bereaved him of thoughts, leaving only feeling. He forced his eyes open, staring lovingly into the matching pair of dark eyes that belonged to the man beneath him.

Tenderly the shorter man caressed the taller ones butt until Die hit something inside of him that made him see blinking stars. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers to the other ones butt arching his back forcefully.

They shared feverish kisses, but with all the lust hazed in them they still felt tender and loving. This was something completely new for both of them, for all they had shared previously had been pure lust. Die steadied himself with his left hand and sneaked the right hand to Kyo’s arousal, stroking in the time of his thrusts.

Kyo gasped shortly as the taller man stroked his length. He buried his head deep into the cushions and enjoyed the feeling. He opened his eyes to see the redhead’s soft features. Slowly the shorter man moved his right hand to the taller’s cheek and wiped the sweaty hair strand aside. Smoothly he caressed the guitarist’s face all over. Leaning to his left hand the vocalist helped himself up and kissed the guitarist once again. In his lusty brains one word longed to be said out loud, the same word that had haunted his thoughts for some time. “Love” he whispered and pressed their lips together again.

Hearing that one simple word made Die’s heart skip a few beats as soon as it reached his brain. He couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss as utter happiness filled him. In addition, he was rapidly nearing the edge as his body couldn’t take any more pleasure. The feeling made him quicken the pace and move his hand faster on the other’s length.

As Die picked up the pace even more, the last remaining thoughts left Kyo’s brain and he fell back to the cushions groaning. The total fulfilment was so close that it hurt. Stars and bright, colourful lights flashed in the vocalist’s eyes. The warm wave left slowly from his lower back and few seconds later, he spilled his seed on his abdomen and on Die’s hand screaming ‘cause of the bliss.

The feeling of Kyo’s muscles clenching around him sent Die immediately over the edge and he tensed, releasing himself with a feral cry of satisfaction. Utterly spent, he collapsed beside the shorter man, immediately embracing him closer. “Love you.” His voice was nothing but a silent whisper, accompanied with a blissful smile.

The redhead’s words touched Kyo deep inside. He twined his arms around the taller man and kissed his neck. “I love you” he said softly and hugged the other one closer. The sweet sleep came closer with every second and finally he was dozing against the guitarist’s chest.

Die hadn’t ever believed he could hear those words, and now he noticed small tears in his eyes, the emotion simply overwhelming. Slowly he pressed his lips against Kyo’s forehead, hugging the younger man as tight as possible.

The short man flinched as he felt the tight grip around him. He opened his eyes and looked in the redhead’s eyes. The small tears in the other one’s eyes looked beautiful as did the whole man. Kyo stretched his neck and kissed the tears away. He leaned backwards and smiled truly happy. Life was good and love tasted heavenly.

For a while they both just staid there like that, looking at each other. Finally Die leaned closer again connecting their lips in a tender kiss. After they parted, he smiled again, shaking his head slightly. “I still can’t believe this is true.”

Kyo stroked the redhead’s cheek and after a while he said: “Better believe it. Just feel my touch.” Affection shone from the vocalist’s eyes and every breath the older one took sounded the most beautiful music in the younger one’s ears. Slowly his eyes closed and his breaths became even and peaceful.

Die listened to the other’s steady breathing for a moment, before a soft smile caressed his lips. “Yeah… I guess I believe.” He chuckled slightly at himself before closing his eyes and relaxing, falling into content sleep.