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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It wasn’t exactly a bar, nor a whore-house, not even a place to gamble in. It was something in between, all of those combined and even more. Nearly every night Die found himself spending time there, especially after he saw this mysterious man with an appealing aura, who even seemed to be linked to the unsolved murders in the district.
Author’s comments: This is again something I wrote forseinen_no as a present. haha, I don’t seem to write anything else nowadays, only when she asks me to do something or I want to cheer her up with something XD Well, at least I do write something sometimes. This is a bit darker than my usual fluff, and it even does have a plot of some sort! Woo-hoo. ha. Anyways, just give it a try XD
Plus additional comment fromseinen_no: Well, once fonulyn asked me what kind of story she could write for me and I have to admit that I wasn't very specific about it since, no matter what she writes, I always love and adore it. And then I didn't want to limit her too much, 'cause I know how hard it can be to write something for somebody who's really detailed about his wishes. So I just told her I like something 'dark' and 'mysterious', because I really am a sucker for these things. Besides, I think there are not many people who can put so many emotions in so little words like her. The result, this story, it really is just exactly what I have imagined when I told her what kind of fic I'd like her to write for me. I personally love it and I don't only say that because it was written for me as a gift. It leaves so many questions open and that always makes me wanna re-read something over and over again^^
So I begged her to take my comment into the beginning of the fic since I just wanted to tell her (love you hun!) and you all how much I really like this story. Have fun reading it!
And feel free to add the journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Huge raindrops were thrumming the ground, the veil of rain so thick that one almost couldn’t see the bright neon signs flickering in every possible direction. The wind was blowing mercilessly, moving random items that were scattered across the city streets, forgotten by whoever might’ve owned them once. Somehow the weather suited the times though, like reflecting how people had already let go of humanity in the parts of the city like this. There were the areas for busy working people, the areas for wealthy families and even the areas for decent middle class people. And then there was the ‘black district’ as the police called this area. It was the place for all the ruthless criminals, gangs, whores, homeless people, drug addicts and other outcast of the society. They were safe here though, free to do things their own way, as police hardly ever stopped by. Even if someone got killed the police only collected the corpse and trusted that the death would be rightfully avenged by the people who lived there.
It wasn’t really a place for a lonely person to go to. Especially not if you weren’t familiar with the district, and if you didn’t have any friends there to back you up. Usually ‘normal’ people avoided going even near there, and if a poor soul got lost deep in the area he probably wasn’t to be seen any longer. With the storm going on it was even darker, even scarier. Still there was a lone person out there, quickening his steps as he wanted to get inside, safe from the hardening rain. No one knew why the tall, slender man was bravely confronting the force of nature. He had pulled the edges of his jacket up to cover his face a bit, trying to shelter himself from the wind that was blowing straight to one’s bones.
Finally the right place appeared, and the man opened a door underneath a bright red sign that said something incomprehensible. Inside it was warm at least, although one couldn’t see much more due to the dim lighting and the smoke that seemed to always linger in the air. The tall man took off his coat, running his spread fingers through his red shoulder-length hair in an attempt to soothe it a bit and make it look at least somewhat decent. After handing his coat to the unfriendly looking guerrilla beside the door and paying for the safe keeping of it, although in a place like that it was more than likely for the coat to get lost anyways, he headed further into the room, straight to the counter that was located on the left side.
It wasn’t exactly a bar, nor a whore-house, not even a place to gamble in. It was something in between, all of those combined and even more. What was for certain was that every night someone got killed there, either in a fight over the right hand in poker or silently assassinated. What use would it be to be afraid for your life though, if your time was up there wasn’t much to do anyways. That’s something they had all learned there, not to worry about what might happen and they were all just living in the present time, enjoying life while it lasted.
The redheaded man reached the counter without any further ado, only nodding to a few distantly familiar persons in passing by. He was already well known amongst the waitresses, and if he hadn’t lost count somewhere he had already screwed all of them. How could he help it if women just kept on throwing themselves at him? He definitely wasn’t going to push them away. Life was too short to resist the temptation, so why not make the most of it now. As always, when he sat down in a barstool he was greeted with a bright smile and a pair of huge eyes blinking at him from the other side.
“Hey there handsome.” The well built, small woman leaned over the counter, her voice only a low purr and still it managed to carry over the loud music that seemed to come from nowhere in particular. “What are you up to this time, Die? I’m having off at midnight, care to have some fun?” The question came with a meaningful wink and a chuckle, the woman already fixing a drink for the redhead without even asking what he wanted.
The question made the man, addressed as Die, grin and he just shrugged slightly as an answer. “Don’t know yet, Miyuki. The evening isn’t over yet.” With a thankful nod he received the glass, taking a small sip before making an approving noise to show he liked it. No wonder, all these girls here already knew how he liked it. In every sense of the word. Die let his eyes roam over the room lazily, checking out what kind of people was to be seen this time. It was crowded as usual, the tables for card games already set out and people occupying the dance-floor in the other end of the big room. At least the bad weather wasn’t enough to keep people from coming here. It never was.
“Aw, just tell me if you have some free time.” Miyuki made sure to wink at the redhead over her shoulder when already turning to attend the next customer. She again received a grin and a nod, as he definitely didn’t have anything against the thought in general. When he was left alone in his thoughts again he turned around, leaning his back against the counter and lazily sipping his drink while watching the mass of people. Usually there wasn’t many interesting things happening, maybe a fight or something at times so one could amuse himself by watching it for as long as it took. Usually everything ended rather fast though, so it wasn’t much of a use as an amusing factor.
Suddenly Die’s eyes stopped though, as he spotted a small man in the stairs that led to the second floor. He had seen that man here before several times. Usually it wasn’t like him to spot someone from the crowd like that, especially if that certain someone was just an ordinary looking guy like this one. Brown, soft looking hair framing the oval face, a goatee making him appear maybe a tad bit more masculine than an average guy there. He had small and delicate structure, lean frame and he looked like one could break him in half by just being a bit too rough on him. Still, there was something incredibly intense in that man.
Die had no words for it, and if someone had asked him to explain he would’ve been left speechless. It wasn’t something you could put your finger on, it was something far more delicate. There was a mysterious aura around that man and it even felt like the crowd was making way for him without noticing it, naturally fleeing from his way. He had certain fieriness in his posture, and even through the dark shades one could almost imagine the sharp, piercing look in those eyes. Die didn’t know why, probably out of just natural curiosity, but he had to follow the man with his gaze every single time he saw him. There just was something in him.
The dark haired man was descending the stairs now, making his way through the crowd and disappearing towards the general direction of the dance floor. Now it would be impossible to follow him, even if Die’s pride would’ve allowed that in the first place. He would’ve had no idea what the hell to explain if he had been caught even considering stalking someone like that. So as he couldn’t possibly follow the man, he did the next best thing at hand. He got up from his seat, leaving his half finished drink on the counter and didn’t even hear the protests from Miyuki when she noticed him leaving. Like in a dream he was walking, going straight to the direction where the mysterious man had come from.
He didn’t have much troubles getting through the crowd, and when he was walking up the stairs he took a look around in the room below him to see if he’d happen to spot the small, dark man. He wasn’t that lucky though, and went on with his initial plan, even quickening his steps a bit. There was surprisingly empty in the second floor, only a few people scattered here and there, probably too stoned to notice anything around them. The door to one of the rooms was ajar, and reflexively Die knew that the man had come from there. He didn’t hesitate, but stepped in, closing the door behind himself before turning on the light.
There was a man, lying half on the bed, half on the floor. His mouth was opened in a silent scream, his empty eyes staring into the ceiling as if his spirit had fled from him through them. He was only dressed in a pair of jeans, his shirt discarded somewhere to the floor heedlessly. But the thing that drew in Die’s attention was the way this man had died. It was as if someone had cut his neck open, only to drain the blood from his lifeless body. It looked like there wasn’t a single drop of blood left in him, judging by his pale lips and waxen skin. After all he was still warm, a fact that Die confirmed quickly by reaching out his hand.
So the mysterious man was a murderer, right? And no ordinary murderer at that.
A normal reaction from Die would’ve been to just leave the room and leave the whole thing behind himself. He didn’t know the victim, there was no need to get worked up over something as common as someone dying here. Bus something utterly uncommon happened as he stepped out of the room again, closing the door carefully after making sure no one was paying attention to him. He didn’t forget. Whenever he closed his eyes he still could see the small man calmly walk down the stairs, to disappear into the crowd. If he put a little effort into it he could almost picture the scene that had been played in that room just mere minutes ago, the scene that had ended in the death of the other counterpart in it.
Even when Die went back to his one room apartment, after downing several drinks and shagging Miyuki, he still remembered the sight. It was like branded on his mind, and he couldn’t even escape it into dreams. Even when fast asleep he saw those sharp eyes, gazing straight into his mind and through it.
**********
It was almost a week after that when Die saw that mysterious man again. Meanwhile he had been searching, but nothing uncommon had happened. Except that people kept on dying mysteriously, just like the man he had found from the empty room. Completely drained, looking like they hadn’t even objected when someone had decided to end their lives. Die’s only priority was to find that man with piercing gaze though. He went into the same bar every single night, and he could’ve sworn that the other man was there too all that time. But it took six days for their paths to cross again. It took six days until the smaller man allowed Die to find him finally.
Die was standing outside in the alley behind the bar, as he had needed some fresh air and had come out there for a moment. A cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth as he tried to look for a lighter from his pockets. Before he managed to find it a flicker of light appeared in front of his face though, and as surprised as he was he accepted the offer to light his cigarette. Only after taking a few deep drags from it he turned his head to look whom he was with. And almost gasped from surprise as he saw the brown haired man standing beside him.
The smaller man seemed to notice the surprised reaction as slowly a smirk spread on his lips and he arched an eyebrow, casting a sideways glance at Die. “Surprised you?” His voice was a pleasant one to listen to, low and deep, something that almost sent a pleasant shiver down the redhead’s spine. He didn’t let it show though, having more control over himself than people might usually give him credit for. He would’ve fooled anyone with his casual behaviour as he shrugged a bit.
“Yeah. No one around here offers light like that.”
A soft, full laughter. “I just did.”
The redhead fell silent at that, but a small grin was tugging the corner of his mouth. Usually he had no problems in coming up with things to say but right now his mind was all blank somehow. Maybe it had something to do with the company? After all, this small man was something much more than one expected from him. Still Die’s natural curiosity won, and it only took some time before he turned to cast a long sideways glance at the other man again.
“I’ve seen you around here.” He stated, and noticed that there was a quick sparkle in the smaller man’s eyes showing that he was listening to the words attentively although he didn’t answer in any way or consciously show he was interested. “Although no one seems to know you. No one even knows your name.”
“Kaoru.” The answer was a single word, and it even made Die startle a bit as he hadn’t expected the other to just bluntly answer his vaguely put question like that. He couldn’t deny that he was pleased though, and a small smile was caressing his lips as he nodded. “Kaoru.” He repeated the name, like tasting it, testing how it rolled off his tongue. He quite liked how it sounded. “I’m -”
“Die. Yeah, I know.” Kaoru gave a small, confident smirk as he filled in the sentence, turning to glance at the redhead. This time Die managed not to show his surprise though, he was slowly getting tired of always flinching whenever the other man opened his mouth to say something. And why should this be anything uncommon anyways, everyone knew his name around here. Or if not everyone, at least all the girls who worked in the bar, and it was easy to gain information from them.
He didn’t even notice how long the silence had become before the low voice cut through it again. “So, Die, why such a morbid name? You look pretty lively for someone who chooses to carry the name of death.” This was a question Die had heard often, slightly differently put but nevertheless asking him why he wished to be called like that and refused to tell anyone his real name. The truth… well, he had never told the truth to anyone. He had learned to hide his pain so that no one noticed it, and he thought that if he kept on pretending long enough he wouldn’t notice it himself anymore either.
The usual reply was already about to roll off Die’s tongue but then he stopped before a single syllable left his lips. Instinctively he knew that whatever he would say, the other man would see right through him if he’s choose to lie to him. Somehow he even had the feeling that the other knew the answer before he even asked, and that’s why Die didn’t bother answering. He simply shrugged, gazing deep into the darkness of the alley. “Everything isn’t how it looks like.”
A slow nod showed that the answer was accepted, and no other questions followed. For a long moment the two men simply stood there together, smoking their cigarettes and staring into the distance. Somehow it felt even natural, something that didn’t happen amongst two strangers often here.
Finally the moment was cut, but not by words. Their gazes met, something passing between them in silence as those deep, piercing eyes stared straight into the chocolate brown ones.
Die could feel his heart skip a beat. Suddenly he knew. He knew who this man was, knew what had been going on here for the past weeks. All those unexplained deaths, those mysterious victims that had appeared.
Kaoru.
A hand. Pale and small, reached out for him and he hesitated.
He knew what would follow, what would happen to him if he went with that man. He had seen one of the victims himself, and there was no doubt that every single person who followed the dark stranger met the exactly same fate.
Still he didn’t care. Couldn’t care. And he reached out his hand to twine his fingers with the smaller ones.
**********
The room was almost dark, only the dying bedside lamp giving a bit of flickering light into the blackness. There were two forms on the mattress, entangled together on the stained sheets, sweaty and out of breath. Die’s legs were hooked around the smaller man’s waist but he didn’t even notice it right now, his mind too occupied by the just experienced. They hadn’t exchanged a single word after the talk outside in the alley, the smaller man had only led his companion inside into one of these rooms that always seemed to be free for someone who needed some privacy.
Almost gently Kaoru made the taller man let go of him, getting up from the bed to turn off the rattling lamp. It wasn’t really of any use anyways, looking like it was about to break any moment. And they didn’t need the light, the darkness forcing them to concentrate on feeling, to use all their other senses to make up for the lost sight. Automatically Die had closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he only saw a vague character standing beside the bed.
It didn’t take long and Kaoru was on him again, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss that made his head spin. Weakly Die tried to arch up, hardly in control of his own movements anymore as he had long ago let go already and simply acted on instinct, guided by the rising need inside of him. It was almost as if everything happened in a dream, but still every touch felt real, every kiss made his knees go weak, every movement of their bodies against each other pushed him further into higher realms.
Time didn’t matter then, had stopped mattering the moment when the door had closed behind them. There was nothing but two men, two bodies and a common way of heated kisses and desperate touches. When they were moving against each other everything else faded from the world, everything melting together and merging into the sensations that dominated the redhead’s body, mind and soul.
He could feel teeth on his skin, sinking into his neck and he didn’t resist. Everything was spinning, pain, pleasure, reality, dreams, touches, sounds… Everything mixing into something he had never went through before, into something that wasn’t even from this world.
The second he climaxed again he could feel his mind fill with white blaze, making him cry out as he had never experienced something as forceful. Slowly the white turned dark, blackness engulfing his mind. He didn’t have the strength to fight it, nor did he want to.
He was half unconscious already when he felt lips on his own, a small hand cupping his cheek, and he wasn’t sure if he was only imagining it, dreaming of it.
When he closed his eyes he was smiling.
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It wasn’t exactly a bar, nor a whore-house, not even a place to gamble in. It was something in between, all of those combined and even more. Nearly every night Die found himself spending time there, especially after he saw this mysterious man with an appealing aura, who even seemed to be linked to the unsolved murders in the district.
Author’s comments: This is again something I wrote for
seinen_no as a present. haha, I don’t seem to write anything else nowadays, only when she asks me to do something or I want to cheer her up with something XD Well, at least I do write something sometimes. This is a bit darker than my usual fluff, and it even does have a plot of some sort! Woo-hoo. ha. Anyways, just give it a try XDPlus additional comment from
seinen_no: Well, once fonulyn asked me what kind of story she could write for me and I have to admit that I wasn't very specific about it since, no matter what she writes, I always love and adore it. And then I didn't want to limit her too much, 'cause I know how hard it can be to write something for somebody who's really detailed about his wishes. So I just told her I like something 'dark' and 'mysterious', because I really am a sucker for these things. Besides, I think there are not many people who can put so many emotions in so little words like her. The result, this story, it really is just exactly what I have imagined when I told her what kind of fic I'd like her to write for me. I personally love it and I don't only say that because it was written for me as a gift. It leaves so many questions open and that always makes me wanna re-read something over and over again^^So I begged her to take my comment into the beginning of the fic since I just wanted to tell her (love you hun!) and you all how much I really like this story. Have fun reading it!
And feel free to add the journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Huge raindrops were thrumming the ground, the veil of rain so thick that one almost couldn’t see the bright neon signs flickering in every possible direction. The wind was blowing mercilessly, moving random items that were scattered across the city streets, forgotten by whoever might’ve owned them once. Somehow the weather suited the times though, like reflecting how people had already let go of humanity in the parts of the city like this. There were the areas for busy working people, the areas for wealthy families and even the areas for decent middle class people. And then there was the ‘black district’ as the police called this area. It was the place for all the ruthless criminals, gangs, whores, homeless people, drug addicts and other outcast of the society. They were safe here though, free to do things their own way, as police hardly ever stopped by. Even if someone got killed the police only collected the corpse and trusted that the death would be rightfully avenged by the people who lived there.
It wasn’t really a place for a lonely person to go to. Especially not if you weren’t familiar with the district, and if you didn’t have any friends there to back you up. Usually ‘normal’ people avoided going even near there, and if a poor soul got lost deep in the area he probably wasn’t to be seen any longer. With the storm going on it was even darker, even scarier. Still there was a lone person out there, quickening his steps as he wanted to get inside, safe from the hardening rain. No one knew why the tall, slender man was bravely confronting the force of nature. He had pulled the edges of his jacket up to cover his face a bit, trying to shelter himself from the wind that was blowing straight to one’s bones.
Finally the right place appeared, and the man opened a door underneath a bright red sign that said something incomprehensible. Inside it was warm at least, although one couldn’t see much more due to the dim lighting and the smoke that seemed to always linger in the air. The tall man took off his coat, running his spread fingers through his red shoulder-length hair in an attempt to soothe it a bit and make it look at least somewhat decent. After handing his coat to the unfriendly looking guerrilla beside the door and paying for the safe keeping of it, although in a place like that it was more than likely for the coat to get lost anyways, he headed further into the room, straight to the counter that was located on the left side.
It wasn’t exactly a bar, nor a whore-house, not even a place to gamble in. It was something in between, all of those combined and even more. What was for certain was that every night someone got killed there, either in a fight over the right hand in poker or silently assassinated. What use would it be to be afraid for your life though, if your time was up there wasn’t much to do anyways. That’s something they had all learned there, not to worry about what might happen and they were all just living in the present time, enjoying life while it lasted.
The redheaded man reached the counter without any further ado, only nodding to a few distantly familiar persons in passing by. He was already well known amongst the waitresses, and if he hadn’t lost count somewhere he had already screwed all of them. How could he help it if women just kept on throwing themselves at him? He definitely wasn’t going to push them away. Life was too short to resist the temptation, so why not make the most of it now. As always, when he sat down in a barstool he was greeted with a bright smile and a pair of huge eyes blinking at him from the other side.
“Hey there handsome.” The well built, small woman leaned over the counter, her voice only a low purr and still it managed to carry over the loud music that seemed to come from nowhere in particular. “What are you up to this time, Die? I’m having off at midnight, care to have some fun?” The question came with a meaningful wink and a chuckle, the woman already fixing a drink for the redhead without even asking what he wanted.
The question made the man, addressed as Die, grin and he just shrugged slightly as an answer. “Don’t know yet, Miyuki. The evening isn’t over yet.” With a thankful nod he received the glass, taking a small sip before making an approving noise to show he liked it. No wonder, all these girls here already knew how he liked it. In every sense of the word. Die let his eyes roam over the room lazily, checking out what kind of people was to be seen this time. It was crowded as usual, the tables for card games already set out and people occupying the dance-floor in the other end of the big room. At least the bad weather wasn’t enough to keep people from coming here. It never was.
“Aw, just tell me if you have some free time.” Miyuki made sure to wink at the redhead over her shoulder when already turning to attend the next customer. She again received a grin and a nod, as he definitely didn’t have anything against the thought in general. When he was left alone in his thoughts again he turned around, leaning his back against the counter and lazily sipping his drink while watching the mass of people. Usually there wasn’t many interesting things happening, maybe a fight or something at times so one could amuse himself by watching it for as long as it took. Usually everything ended rather fast though, so it wasn’t much of a use as an amusing factor.
Suddenly Die’s eyes stopped though, as he spotted a small man in the stairs that led to the second floor. He had seen that man here before several times. Usually it wasn’t like him to spot someone from the crowd like that, especially if that certain someone was just an ordinary looking guy like this one. Brown, soft looking hair framing the oval face, a goatee making him appear maybe a tad bit more masculine than an average guy there. He had small and delicate structure, lean frame and he looked like one could break him in half by just being a bit too rough on him. Still, there was something incredibly intense in that man.
Die had no words for it, and if someone had asked him to explain he would’ve been left speechless. It wasn’t something you could put your finger on, it was something far more delicate. There was a mysterious aura around that man and it even felt like the crowd was making way for him without noticing it, naturally fleeing from his way. He had certain fieriness in his posture, and even through the dark shades one could almost imagine the sharp, piercing look in those eyes. Die didn’t know why, probably out of just natural curiosity, but he had to follow the man with his gaze every single time he saw him. There just was something in him.
The dark haired man was descending the stairs now, making his way through the crowd and disappearing towards the general direction of the dance floor. Now it would be impossible to follow him, even if Die’s pride would’ve allowed that in the first place. He would’ve had no idea what the hell to explain if he had been caught even considering stalking someone like that. So as he couldn’t possibly follow the man, he did the next best thing at hand. He got up from his seat, leaving his half finished drink on the counter and didn’t even hear the protests from Miyuki when she noticed him leaving. Like in a dream he was walking, going straight to the direction where the mysterious man had come from.
He didn’t have much troubles getting through the crowd, and when he was walking up the stairs he took a look around in the room below him to see if he’d happen to spot the small, dark man. He wasn’t that lucky though, and went on with his initial plan, even quickening his steps a bit. There was surprisingly empty in the second floor, only a few people scattered here and there, probably too stoned to notice anything around them. The door to one of the rooms was ajar, and reflexively Die knew that the man had come from there. He didn’t hesitate, but stepped in, closing the door behind himself before turning on the light.
There was a man, lying half on the bed, half on the floor. His mouth was opened in a silent scream, his empty eyes staring into the ceiling as if his spirit had fled from him through them. He was only dressed in a pair of jeans, his shirt discarded somewhere to the floor heedlessly. But the thing that drew in Die’s attention was the way this man had died. It was as if someone had cut his neck open, only to drain the blood from his lifeless body. It looked like there wasn’t a single drop of blood left in him, judging by his pale lips and waxen skin. After all he was still warm, a fact that Die confirmed quickly by reaching out his hand.
So the mysterious man was a murderer, right? And no ordinary murderer at that.
A normal reaction from Die would’ve been to just leave the room and leave the whole thing behind himself. He didn’t know the victim, there was no need to get worked up over something as common as someone dying here. Bus something utterly uncommon happened as he stepped out of the room again, closing the door carefully after making sure no one was paying attention to him. He didn’t forget. Whenever he closed his eyes he still could see the small man calmly walk down the stairs, to disappear into the crowd. If he put a little effort into it he could almost picture the scene that had been played in that room just mere minutes ago, the scene that had ended in the death of the other counterpart in it.
Even when Die went back to his one room apartment, after downing several drinks and shagging Miyuki, he still remembered the sight. It was like branded on his mind, and he couldn’t even escape it into dreams. Even when fast asleep he saw those sharp eyes, gazing straight into his mind and through it.
It was almost a week after that when Die saw that mysterious man again. Meanwhile he had been searching, but nothing uncommon had happened. Except that people kept on dying mysteriously, just like the man he had found from the empty room. Completely drained, looking like they hadn’t even objected when someone had decided to end their lives. Die’s only priority was to find that man with piercing gaze though. He went into the same bar every single night, and he could’ve sworn that the other man was there too all that time. But it took six days for their paths to cross again. It took six days until the smaller man allowed Die to find him finally.
Die was standing outside in the alley behind the bar, as he had needed some fresh air and had come out there for a moment. A cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth as he tried to look for a lighter from his pockets. Before he managed to find it a flicker of light appeared in front of his face though, and as surprised as he was he accepted the offer to light his cigarette. Only after taking a few deep drags from it he turned his head to look whom he was with. And almost gasped from surprise as he saw the brown haired man standing beside him.
The smaller man seemed to notice the surprised reaction as slowly a smirk spread on his lips and he arched an eyebrow, casting a sideways glance at Die. “Surprised you?” His voice was a pleasant one to listen to, low and deep, something that almost sent a pleasant shiver down the redhead’s spine. He didn’t let it show though, having more control over himself than people might usually give him credit for. He would’ve fooled anyone with his casual behaviour as he shrugged a bit.
“Yeah. No one around here offers light like that.”
A soft, full laughter. “I just did.”
The redhead fell silent at that, but a small grin was tugging the corner of his mouth. Usually he had no problems in coming up with things to say but right now his mind was all blank somehow. Maybe it had something to do with the company? After all, this small man was something much more than one expected from him. Still Die’s natural curiosity won, and it only took some time before he turned to cast a long sideways glance at the other man again.
“I’ve seen you around here.” He stated, and noticed that there was a quick sparkle in the smaller man’s eyes showing that he was listening to the words attentively although he didn’t answer in any way or consciously show he was interested. “Although no one seems to know you. No one even knows your name.”
“Kaoru.” The answer was a single word, and it even made Die startle a bit as he hadn’t expected the other to just bluntly answer his vaguely put question like that. He couldn’t deny that he was pleased though, and a small smile was caressing his lips as he nodded. “Kaoru.” He repeated the name, like tasting it, testing how it rolled off his tongue. He quite liked how it sounded. “I’m -”
“Die. Yeah, I know.” Kaoru gave a small, confident smirk as he filled in the sentence, turning to glance at the redhead. This time Die managed not to show his surprise though, he was slowly getting tired of always flinching whenever the other man opened his mouth to say something. And why should this be anything uncommon anyways, everyone knew his name around here. Or if not everyone, at least all the girls who worked in the bar, and it was easy to gain information from them.
He didn’t even notice how long the silence had become before the low voice cut through it again. “So, Die, why such a morbid name? You look pretty lively for someone who chooses to carry the name of death.” This was a question Die had heard often, slightly differently put but nevertheless asking him why he wished to be called like that and refused to tell anyone his real name. The truth… well, he had never told the truth to anyone. He had learned to hide his pain so that no one noticed it, and he thought that if he kept on pretending long enough he wouldn’t notice it himself anymore either.
The usual reply was already about to roll off Die’s tongue but then he stopped before a single syllable left his lips. Instinctively he knew that whatever he would say, the other man would see right through him if he’s choose to lie to him. Somehow he even had the feeling that the other knew the answer before he even asked, and that’s why Die didn’t bother answering. He simply shrugged, gazing deep into the darkness of the alley. “Everything isn’t how it looks like.”
A slow nod showed that the answer was accepted, and no other questions followed. For a long moment the two men simply stood there together, smoking their cigarettes and staring into the distance. Somehow it felt even natural, something that didn’t happen amongst two strangers often here.
Finally the moment was cut, but not by words. Their gazes met, something passing between them in silence as those deep, piercing eyes stared straight into the chocolate brown ones.
Die could feel his heart skip a beat. Suddenly he knew. He knew who this man was, knew what had been going on here for the past weeks. All those unexplained deaths, those mysterious victims that had appeared.
Kaoru.
A hand. Pale and small, reached out for him and he hesitated.
He knew what would follow, what would happen to him if he went with that man. He had seen one of the victims himself, and there was no doubt that every single person who followed the dark stranger met the exactly same fate.
Still he didn’t care. Couldn’t care. And he reached out his hand to twine his fingers with the smaller ones.
The room was almost dark, only the dying bedside lamp giving a bit of flickering light into the blackness. There were two forms on the mattress, entangled together on the stained sheets, sweaty and out of breath. Die’s legs were hooked around the smaller man’s waist but he didn’t even notice it right now, his mind too occupied by the just experienced. They hadn’t exchanged a single word after the talk outside in the alley, the smaller man had only led his companion inside into one of these rooms that always seemed to be free for someone who needed some privacy.
Almost gently Kaoru made the taller man let go of him, getting up from the bed to turn off the rattling lamp. It wasn’t really of any use anyways, looking like it was about to break any moment. And they didn’t need the light, the darkness forcing them to concentrate on feeling, to use all their other senses to make up for the lost sight. Automatically Die had closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he only saw a vague character standing beside the bed.
It didn’t take long and Kaoru was on him again, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss that made his head spin. Weakly Die tried to arch up, hardly in control of his own movements anymore as he had long ago let go already and simply acted on instinct, guided by the rising need inside of him. It was almost as if everything happened in a dream, but still every touch felt real, every kiss made his knees go weak, every movement of their bodies against each other pushed him further into higher realms.
Time didn’t matter then, had stopped mattering the moment when the door had closed behind them. There was nothing but two men, two bodies and a common way of heated kisses and desperate touches. When they were moving against each other everything else faded from the world, everything melting together and merging into the sensations that dominated the redhead’s body, mind and soul.
He could feel teeth on his skin, sinking into his neck and he didn’t resist. Everything was spinning, pain, pleasure, reality, dreams, touches, sounds… Everything mixing into something he had never went through before, into something that wasn’t even from this world.
The second he climaxed again he could feel his mind fill with white blaze, making him cry out as he had never experienced something as forceful. Slowly the white turned dark, blackness engulfing his mind. He didn’t have the strength to fight it, nor did he want to.
He was half unconscious already when he felt lips on his own, a small hand cupping his cheek, and he wasn’t sure if he was only imagining it, dreaming of it.
When he closed his eyes he was smiling.
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xD I dont think you understood my offer :P I was asking YOU for a pairing to write for YOU. xD I am literally in a writing frenzy I have been writing for 3 days straight and I need more for some weird reason. :P I am backat work tomorrow so it should calm down slightly :P
I want more ficcies. :P get posting! I know you have loads stashed on your pc ;)
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Oh, I see! I somehow misunderstood it XD Sorry. haha, if you want to write, some nice DiexToshiya would never harm ;)
We will try!
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I shall try my best. any preference? :P Die top Totchi top? your choice xD
*waits for more fics*
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We try not to take too long x)
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