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Title: Hair
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: ToshiyaxDie
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: One perfectly normal day Toshiya decides to do something to his hair, knowing that it will most definitely elicit a reaction from Die.
Comments:
fonulyn: This was completely inspired by Toshiya’s new hairdo XD When I saw the first picture posted of him and the new hair, it instantly hit me and I felt the need to write something down, after such a long time with not writing much anything alone. I was a bit iffy at first, whether to write it or not, but then seinen_no told me to go for it and of course I can never say ‘no’ to her, can I? XD So this is for you, sugar ;) And damn it took me ages to get it posted even, I hope someone enjoys it though x) Oh, and one more thing, thanks for the light of my life for beta-reading it!
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Hair
Die loved the days when they played lives in Tokyo. One reason was that then he could always retreat back home after the show without the need to go through the bother to sleep in some hotel in a foreign place, never knowing where he was the moment he woke up in the mornings. Not that he hadn’t gotten used to it during these more than ten years he had been in the band business; he was fine with travelling and even enjoyed it most of the time. It was just that being at home was so rare that he could see why it was special, why home was different from the hundreds of hotels they had slept in.
Another thing why he loved playing gigs in Tokyo, being at home, was that it was the only time he could be certain he would get to spend the following night with his lover. When they were on the road it was chosen randomly who would share a room, and he wasn't lucky too often. Besides, they had agreed to keep the relationship between them a secret for a while longer still, and had to play according to that without raising too much suspicion. That was why Toshiya still had his own apartment although neither of them could remember a single night he would’ve spent there since they had become a couple.
In the morning, when they had been eating breakfast together – or more exactly when Die was having his regular strong coffee to wake up and his younger lover had been stuffing himself with cereal and fruits, always eating much in the mornings – the bassist had announced that he would be going to take care of some errands before the concert that evening. Die hadn't thought much of it, just nodded and said he would then go to the venue by himself and they would meet there before the gig. It wasn’t uncommon to happen that they had some things to attend.
This time though, it was all different and he had no idea what was to come during that peaceful conversation in the morning. He did go to the venue normally, talked with Kaoru about the arrangements and got picked on by Kyo who instantly noticed that he hadn’t been sleeping much lately, assuming it was because of a new girlfriend or a whole bunch of them. That was all still normal and it felt like just any other evening before a concert. But then it began.
The door swung open, the bassist casually voicing a ‘hi guys’ when he already shrugged his jacket off and stepped into the room, throwing the garment on the worn couch beside the door. They all raised their gazes to see Toshiya, and to greet him, and instantly four pairs of eyes flew wide open and got caught staring. Not a single word was said for a moment, except for Toshiya who looked mildly amused by the reaction of his bandmates and asked ‘well?’ in between without anyone even noticing it.
Kyo was the first one to get his brains working again, as well as his voice, and he bluntly snapped out what was on his mind. “What the fuck did you do to your hair!?” That was when the others seemed to be landing back to reality as well and the look in their eyes turned from surprised to questioning, urging the bassist to answer the question, although it already was painfully clear and visible to all of them.
“What does it look like?” Was the answer with a half-hearted grin, and Toshiya gave a little one-shouldered shrug. “I shaved half of it off.” He didn’t seem to bother that all the others were still staring at him, just stepped further into the room and went to the rack of clothes to see if the stage outfit he had picked was there already so he could begin to change.
He seemed so casual, so normal and so confident about the whole matter that it made all the others think if they were overreacting a little, acting too much on the shock that had taken over them when they had seen their friend's new hairdo. Only after a few comments, Shinya saying that Toshiya now looked like a wannabe punk and Kaoru noting that he should’ve shaved everything off while he was at it, they were all back to their usual pre-concert routines, not sacrificing another thought on the matter.
All but one. Die was still staring at the bassist, more or less intently, sometimes straight and sometimes from the corner of his eyes or from behind the veil of his own hair. He was still speechless, not knowing what to say and what to think about his lover’s sudden change of appearance. He kept on measuring the younger man’s appearance with his gaze, trying to figure out if he liked this new look or not, if he should be yelling at Toshiya for ruining his hair or if he should actually compliment him for it. There was no denying though that Toshiya looked fucking hot with that new hairdo of his. Die had never seen a half-shaved head like that look so good on anyone, and it even bothered him.
Toshiya was fully aware of the gazes that were directed at him all the time, and he enjoyed them endlessly. When he had shaved his head it hadn’t been long planned, it had more happened on the whim of a moment but he liked the result and he was certain he looked good. Well he always did, but he had a feeling that this would add a little something extra to it, and maybe just the strangeness-factor of the hairdo would underline his attractiveness and make it stand out even more. Or something like that. Whatever the reason had been in the end, he knew it was mainly because he wanted to make his lover drool after him even more than usual.
The show proved to be straight on torture for Die. It was already bad enough that his lover had appeared there with the new hairdo and that it constantly made him want to simply stare, but then Toshiya had even chosen the most amazing stage outfit ever, if one asked Die. The vest, tie and short sleeved white shirt seemingly made to fit his perfectly toned body. The whole outfit was like ripped straight from Die’s dreams. He had a thing for the other man dressing like that. Although, truth to be told, he had a thing for Toshiya anyways and no matter what he wore it looked gorgeous.
Already before the encore Die was squirming, the want to just go there and ravish his lover growing every single second and it managed to kill his concentration, even take his attention off the music. It got so bad that Kaoru even came to him during the break and asked him if he was alright since he had seemed so distracted on stage. Die just shrugged it off and said that there were some things on his mind, nothing too serious and he would sort them out. Still, it was hard for him to concentrate and he felt as if Toshiya was deliberately teasing him, by winking at him and sending long glances his way when no one was watching.
It felt like a small eternity had passed before the show was over. Usually they stayed at the venue and took a shower at least after the effort, but since both Die and Toshiya were living close to the place they excused themselves and said they would rather go home to take care of those necessities. At that point neither of them was thinking of getting a shower though. Die was rather ready to either rip his lover’s head off for being such a tease or to rip his clothes off to finally get what he had been yearning for ages already.
The way to Die’s apartment had never been so long for both of them. In the subway they were constantly staring at each other, mentally circling each other, simply trying to hold back from attacking each other. It was like electricity in the air between them, the sparkles almost visible for an attentive watcher. Both of them envisioned their return home as something like a passionate collision, the door closing behind them and the gates breaking until they were set loose.
They were both wrong. When the door to the apartment finally closed and they were both standing in the hallway, time seemed to stop right then and there. They were just standing still, looking each other in the eye without saying a single word. Slowly, Die allowed his gaze to roam all over his lover’s form, from the stage-clothes he still wore to the half-shaved head, the look something so intense that it made Toshiya shiver. He just stood there, allowing the guitarist to take as long as he wanted to.
Silently Die reached out his hand, hesitating a bit before finally touching the remaining hair. After a second he shrugged the hesitation off though, and his left hand vanished in the black strands of hair, fingers tangling in the locks until he could use the grip to bring the younger man closer, their faces touching. They were gazing straight at each other, their breaths mixing and it only took a slight movement from Die and their lips already brushed against each other, the soft contact being enough to make both of them snap and deepen it further instantly.
While their mouths were engaged in the heated kiss, Die ran his palm over the shaved half of his lover’s head, the skin feeling almost unbelievably soft underneath his fingers. He had never thought he could actually like a hairstyle like that, had never thought it would turn him on this much, but right now, when his fingertips were dancing over the bassist’s scalp, he felt this certain twitch in the pit of his stomach, and instantly pressed their bodies closer. He still hadn’t sorted out the mixed thoughts inside his head, but he didn’t even try to, and only acted on instinct.
Neither of them knew how they managed to stumble to the living room, falling down on the couch that was barely wide enough for both of them to fit there properly. Die was lying on his back, the other man hovering above him, and that gave him the perfect opportunity to examine the new look from a different angle. The other man’s longer dark hair was falling down like a waterfall, tickling the side of his face as he turned his head a little. The shaved half on the other hand had most of his attention, as somehow it even underlined the bassist’s endless, beautiful neck that had always been an obsession for Die.
Toshiya made a move to open his tie, to get rid of the sweaty stage clothes and to gain some glorious skin on skin contact, but the guitarist quickly grabbed his wrist, speaking for the first time after they left the concert venue earlier that evening. “Don’t.” His voice was low and husky, almost a mere breath and it went straight through the younger man as there was no mistaking the need, the lust and the intensity in that voice. He let his hand drop, instead basing it on the older man’s hip. Instantly he was rewarded with a quick smile and a kiss, when Die leaned upwards and crushed their mouths together passionately.
When the kiss broke another one was initiated, their hands travelling all over each other, fumbling on the pieces of clothing to get rid of the ones that would have to go. Neither of them knew how they had managed to strip Die off his jeans and discard them somewhere to the floor, so that his legs were free from the limiting garment. Possessively, almost roughly Toshiya made him part his thighs, although Die was a willing victim all along. The younger man would’ve wanted to simply flip his lover around, to take his back and make him scream, but Die had asked him to keep his clothes on and he knew he wanted to see, wanted to watch him.
Slowly, admiringly the guitarist finally brought his hands to the cuff of his lover’s pants, easily undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. He could see Toshiya’s face distort by pleasure when he sneaked his hand inside, and a low moan fell from his slightly parted lips when the garment was tugged down properly to free his need. Wasting no time, the bassist slid closer, penetrating his lover in one firm thrust that made both of them cry out loud. Again Die’s hand had found its way to the younger man’s hair, tangling in the strands and holding on so tight it almost hurt. Somehow it managed to only push Toshiya higher though and he didn’t mind, was even oddly satisfied when the other man tightened his grip and yanked his head closer.
A thin layer of sweat was beading on Toshiya’s skin already, his thighs trembling from the effort when he moved, claimed the older man’s body as his time and time again. They were both pushed higher within seconds, and Die would’ve never thought that he would be so turned on by the fact that his lover was still wearing the clothes from earlier, the perfectly fitting costume that was made to embrace his perfect body. The mere knowledge of what was beyond those clothes, what was to be found underneath, made Die’s senses go into an overdrive and at one point he wasn’t even able to keep his eyes open any longer.
Then the bassist saw his chances, knew that the other man was too far gone to even force his eyes open any longer and that meant he could have what he had been yearning for the whole night, from the first moment on when his lover had cast a lusty glance towards him at that concert venue. After a rough thrust that had them both crying out loud again, he pulled back completely, urging Die to turn around and get on his knees. It took a moment for the older man to realize what he was asked, what he was supposed to do, and another moment to make his muscles work and force him to turn.
The second his back was facing the other man he was pushed down, his shoulders against the couch and his head tilted to the side so that he was barely able to catch some breaths. His back was bent deliciously, his lower body high and before he even noticed what was happening he was filled again in the most intimate of ways. The thrusts were so deep he almost felt like his throat was fucked from the inside, felt as if he was completely owned, possessed by the man behind him. And he loved every single second of it, shamelessly asking for more.
It was a rough, fast act from then on, Toshiya taking what he wanted and coevally giving Die exactly what he needed. They were both simply yearning for each other, yearning for the unification and yearning for release. When they climaxed their simultaneous screams echoed in the still air of the room, the last movements growing erratic as they lacked all composure and control. Finally the younger man practically collapsed on the older one, wrapping his arms around him to hold him tight.
Die was the one to speak up first, his voice breathless and weak, and still there was a hint of amusement resonating in it. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” His voice broke in the end and he had to inhale deeply several times to make it work again, bright dots still dancing on the edges of his vision as he hadn’t landed back from the experienced high just yet.
The question made Toshiya chuckle and although he could’ve pretended he didn’t know what the other man was talking about, he chose not to and simply shrugged a little. “Of course.” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over Die’s neck and ended the trail with a kiss that was planted on the sensitive spot beneath the guitarist’s ear. “I want to drive you mad, man.” He confessed, his sexy tone of voice partly spoiled by the chuckles that escaped him after the statement.
Die had to chuckle as well and he tilted his head enough to sneak a peek at the younger man. “You already do, babe. You already do.”
Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: ToshiyaxDie
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: One perfectly normal day Toshiya decides to do something to his hair, knowing that it will most definitely elicit a reaction from Die.
Comments:
fonulyn: This was completely inspired by Toshiya’s new hairdo XD When I saw the first picture posted of him and the new hair, it instantly hit me and I felt the need to write something down, after such a long time with not writing much anything alone. I was a bit iffy at first, whether to write it or not, but then seinen_no told me to go for it and of course I can never say ‘no’ to her, can I? XD So this is for you, sugar ;) And damn it took me ages to get it posted even, I hope someone enjoys it though x) Oh, and one more thing, thanks for the light of my life for beta-reading it!And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Die loved the days when they played lives in Tokyo. One reason was that then he could always retreat back home after the show without the need to go through the bother to sleep in some hotel in a foreign place, never knowing where he was the moment he woke up in the mornings. Not that he hadn’t gotten used to it during these more than ten years he had been in the band business; he was fine with travelling and even enjoyed it most of the time. It was just that being at home was so rare that he could see why it was special, why home was different from the hundreds of hotels they had slept in.
Another thing why he loved playing gigs in Tokyo, being at home, was that it was the only time he could be certain he would get to spend the following night with his lover. When they were on the road it was chosen randomly who would share a room, and he wasn't lucky too often. Besides, they had agreed to keep the relationship between them a secret for a while longer still, and had to play according to that without raising too much suspicion. That was why Toshiya still had his own apartment although neither of them could remember a single night he would’ve spent there since they had become a couple.
In the morning, when they had been eating breakfast together – or more exactly when Die was having his regular strong coffee to wake up and his younger lover had been stuffing himself with cereal and fruits, always eating much in the mornings – the bassist had announced that he would be going to take care of some errands before the concert that evening. Die hadn't thought much of it, just nodded and said he would then go to the venue by himself and they would meet there before the gig. It wasn’t uncommon to happen that they had some things to attend.
This time though, it was all different and he had no idea what was to come during that peaceful conversation in the morning. He did go to the venue normally, talked with Kaoru about the arrangements and got picked on by Kyo who instantly noticed that he hadn’t been sleeping much lately, assuming it was because of a new girlfriend or a whole bunch of them. That was all still normal and it felt like just any other evening before a concert. But then it began.
The door swung open, the bassist casually voicing a ‘hi guys’ when he already shrugged his jacket off and stepped into the room, throwing the garment on the worn couch beside the door. They all raised their gazes to see Toshiya, and to greet him, and instantly four pairs of eyes flew wide open and got caught staring. Not a single word was said for a moment, except for Toshiya who looked mildly amused by the reaction of his bandmates and asked ‘well?’ in between without anyone even noticing it.
Kyo was the first one to get his brains working again, as well as his voice, and he bluntly snapped out what was on his mind. “What the fuck did you do to your hair!?” That was when the others seemed to be landing back to reality as well and the look in their eyes turned from surprised to questioning, urging the bassist to answer the question, although it already was painfully clear and visible to all of them.
“What does it look like?” Was the answer with a half-hearted grin, and Toshiya gave a little one-shouldered shrug. “I shaved half of it off.” He didn’t seem to bother that all the others were still staring at him, just stepped further into the room and went to the rack of clothes to see if the stage outfit he had picked was there already so he could begin to change.
He seemed so casual, so normal and so confident about the whole matter that it made all the others think if they were overreacting a little, acting too much on the shock that had taken over them when they had seen their friend's new hairdo. Only after a few comments, Shinya saying that Toshiya now looked like a wannabe punk and Kaoru noting that he should’ve shaved everything off while he was at it, they were all back to their usual pre-concert routines, not sacrificing another thought on the matter.
All but one. Die was still staring at the bassist, more or less intently, sometimes straight and sometimes from the corner of his eyes or from behind the veil of his own hair. He was still speechless, not knowing what to say and what to think about his lover’s sudden change of appearance. He kept on measuring the younger man’s appearance with his gaze, trying to figure out if he liked this new look or not, if he should be yelling at Toshiya for ruining his hair or if he should actually compliment him for it. There was no denying though that Toshiya looked fucking hot with that new hairdo of his. Die had never seen a half-shaved head like that look so good on anyone, and it even bothered him.
Toshiya was fully aware of the gazes that were directed at him all the time, and he enjoyed them endlessly. When he had shaved his head it hadn’t been long planned, it had more happened on the whim of a moment but he liked the result and he was certain he looked good. Well he always did, but he had a feeling that this would add a little something extra to it, and maybe just the strangeness-factor of the hairdo would underline his attractiveness and make it stand out even more. Or something like that. Whatever the reason had been in the end, he knew it was mainly because he wanted to make his lover drool after him even more than usual.
The show proved to be straight on torture for Die. It was already bad enough that his lover had appeared there with the new hairdo and that it constantly made him want to simply stare, but then Toshiya had even chosen the most amazing stage outfit ever, if one asked Die. The vest, tie and short sleeved white shirt seemingly made to fit his perfectly toned body. The whole outfit was like ripped straight from Die’s dreams. He had a thing for the other man dressing like that. Although, truth to be told, he had a thing for Toshiya anyways and no matter what he wore it looked gorgeous.
Already before the encore Die was squirming, the want to just go there and ravish his lover growing every single second and it managed to kill his concentration, even take his attention off the music. It got so bad that Kaoru even came to him during the break and asked him if he was alright since he had seemed so distracted on stage. Die just shrugged it off and said that there were some things on his mind, nothing too serious and he would sort them out. Still, it was hard for him to concentrate and he felt as if Toshiya was deliberately teasing him, by winking at him and sending long glances his way when no one was watching.
It felt like a small eternity had passed before the show was over. Usually they stayed at the venue and took a shower at least after the effort, but since both Die and Toshiya were living close to the place they excused themselves and said they would rather go home to take care of those necessities. At that point neither of them was thinking of getting a shower though. Die was rather ready to either rip his lover’s head off for being such a tease or to rip his clothes off to finally get what he had been yearning for ages already.
The way to Die’s apartment had never been so long for both of them. In the subway they were constantly staring at each other, mentally circling each other, simply trying to hold back from attacking each other. It was like electricity in the air between them, the sparkles almost visible for an attentive watcher. Both of them envisioned their return home as something like a passionate collision, the door closing behind them and the gates breaking until they were set loose.
They were both wrong. When the door to the apartment finally closed and they were both standing in the hallway, time seemed to stop right then and there. They were just standing still, looking each other in the eye without saying a single word. Slowly, Die allowed his gaze to roam all over his lover’s form, from the stage-clothes he still wore to the half-shaved head, the look something so intense that it made Toshiya shiver. He just stood there, allowing the guitarist to take as long as he wanted to.
Silently Die reached out his hand, hesitating a bit before finally touching the remaining hair. After a second he shrugged the hesitation off though, and his left hand vanished in the black strands of hair, fingers tangling in the locks until he could use the grip to bring the younger man closer, their faces touching. They were gazing straight at each other, their breaths mixing and it only took a slight movement from Die and their lips already brushed against each other, the soft contact being enough to make both of them snap and deepen it further instantly.
While their mouths were engaged in the heated kiss, Die ran his palm over the shaved half of his lover’s head, the skin feeling almost unbelievably soft underneath his fingers. He had never thought he could actually like a hairstyle like that, had never thought it would turn him on this much, but right now, when his fingertips were dancing over the bassist’s scalp, he felt this certain twitch in the pit of his stomach, and instantly pressed their bodies closer. He still hadn’t sorted out the mixed thoughts inside his head, but he didn’t even try to, and only acted on instinct.
Neither of them knew how they managed to stumble to the living room, falling down on the couch that was barely wide enough for both of them to fit there properly. Die was lying on his back, the other man hovering above him, and that gave him the perfect opportunity to examine the new look from a different angle. The other man’s longer dark hair was falling down like a waterfall, tickling the side of his face as he turned his head a little. The shaved half on the other hand had most of his attention, as somehow it even underlined the bassist’s endless, beautiful neck that had always been an obsession for Die.
Toshiya made a move to open his tie, to get rid of the sweaty stage clothes and to gain some glorious skin on skin contact, but the guitarist quickly grabbed his wrist, speaking for the first time after they left the concert venue earlier that evening. “Don’t.” His voice was low and husky, almost a mere breath and it went straight through the younger man as there was no mistaking the need, the lust and the intensity in that voice. He let his hand drop, instead basing it on the older man’s hip. Instantly he was rewarded with a quick smile and a kiss, when Die leaned upwards and crushed their mouths together passionately.
When the kiss broke another one was initiated, their hands travelling all over each other, fumbling on the pieces of clothing to get rid of the ones that would have to go. Neither of them knew how they had managed to strip Die off his jeans and discard them somewhere to the floor, so that his legs were free from the limiting garment. Possessively, almost roughly Toshiya made him part his thighs, although Die was a willing victim all along. The younger man would’ve wanted to simply flip his lover around, to take his back and make him scream, but Die had asked him to keep his clothes on and he knew he wanted to see, wanted to watch him.
Slowly, admiringly the guitarist finally brought his hands to the cuff of his lover’s pants, easily undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. He could see Toshiya’s face distort by pleasure when he sneaked his hand inside, and a low moan fell from his slightly parted lips when the garment was tugged down properly to free his need. Wasting no time, the bassist slid closer, penetrating his lover in one firm thrust that made both of them cry out loud. Again Die’s hand had found its way to the younger man’s hair, tangling in the strands and holding on so tight it almost hurt. Somehow it managed to only push Toshiya higher though and he didn’t mind, was even oddly satisfied when the other man tightened his grip and yanked his head closer.
A thin layer of sweat was beading on Toshiya’s skin already, his thighs trembling from the effort when he moved, claimed the older man’s body as his time and time again. They were both pushed higher within seconds, and Die would’ve never thought that he would be so turned on by the fact that his lover was still wearing the clothes from earlier, the perfectly fitting costume that was made to embrace his perfect body. The mere knowledge of what was beyond those clothes, what was to be found underneath, made Die’s senses go into an overdrive and at one point he wasn’t even able to keep his eyes open any longer.
Then the bassist saw his chances, knew that the other man was too far gone to even force his eyes open any longer and that meant he could have what he had been yearning for the whole night, from the first moment on when his lover had cast a lusty glance towards him at that concert venue. After a rough thrust that had them both crying out loud again, he pulled back completely, urging Die to turn around and get on his knees. It took a moment for the older man to realize what he was asked, what he was supposed to do, and another moment to make his muscles work and force him to turn.
The second his back was facing the other man he was pushed down, his shoulders against the couch and his head tilted to the side so that he was barely able to catch some breaths. His back was bent deliciously, his lower body high and before he even noticed what was happening he was filled again in the most intimate of ways. The thrusts were so deep he almost felt like his throat was fucked from the inside, felt as if he was completely owned, possessed by the man behind him. And he loved every single second of it, shamelessly asking for more.
It was a rough, fast act from then on, Toshiya taking what he wanted and coevally giving Die exactly what he needed. They were both simply yearning for each other, yearning for the unification and yearning for release. When they climaxed their simultaneous screams echoed in the still air of the room, the last movements growing erratic as they lacked all composure and control. Finally the younger man practically collapsed on the older one, wrapping his arms around him to hold him tight.
Die was the one to speak up first, his voice breathless and weak, and still there was a hint of amusement resonating in it. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” His voice broke in the end and he had to inhale deeply several times to make it work again, bright dots still dancing on the edges of his vision as he hadn’t landed back from the experienced high just yet.
The question made Toshiya chuckle and although he could’ve pretended he didn’t know what the other man was talking about, he chose not to and simply shrugged a little. “Of course.” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over Die’s neck and ended the trail with a kiss that was planted on the sensitive spot beneath the guitarist’s ear. “I want to drive you mad, man.” He confessed, his sexy tone of voice partly spoiled by the chuckles that escaped him after the statement.
Die had to chuckle as well and he tilted his head enough to sneak a peek at the younger man. “You already do, babe. You already do.”
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