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Title: Just relax
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seinen_no
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kaoru x Kyo
Status: one-shot
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Okay, I own no one and it's all just my dirty imagination. There you go! Happy now?
Summary: Well, Kaoru's been a bit bitchy because he's stressed out and Kyo's changing that with a little help of chocolate sauce.
comment: It's been ages since I wrote that. I'm not even into this pairing much, but I wrote it for a friend. I have to admit thought that I really like it in a way. But beware, this was first written in German and I translated it afterwards, so it's a bit … Well, just like that :D
Just relax!
"What's keeping Die?" Kaoru turned around and looked over the back of the couch into the direction of the hall, where the bathroom lay. The redheaded guitarist had disappeared a fairly long time ago. Kyo couldn't refrain himself from smiling broadly. Sometimes, their band leader was so clueless. "He left more than 20 minutes ago," explained the small vocalist to the guitarist as he leaned forward and shoved a piece of chocolate into his mouth.
Kaoru gazed suspiciously at his bandmate, who was sprawled on the sofa. "Am I right in thinking, that Toshiya and Shin won't be returning from buying cigarettes either then?" Kyo smiled compassionately at Kaoru and nodded slowly: "Yes, you're correct." The guitarist sighed loudly, bent his head back and closed his eyes for a moment.
Kyo felt sorry for him, but Kaoru brought it on himself, by trying to always play the part of the leader. He could manage to ruin the most laid-back situations with business. "And why are you still here?" he asked, examening the blond through half-closed eyes. Kyo shrugged, "Somebody had to distract you," he explained in a light tone. "Right, and you sacrificed yourself selflessly?" Kaoru was slightly pissed, but on the other hand he was amused by the creativity his bandmates exhibited in avoiding work. "Nope, I lost at 'rock paper scissors'," giggled Kyo and reached out again for the sweet brown deliciousness.
He had to laugh out loud at the sulky expression on the guitarist's face. Even Kaoru could look like an upset little boy from time to time. It was a pity, that this happened rarely. Most of the time he was so tidy and well organized in all his actions. Kyo couldn't remember, the last time the guitarist really had let himself go. Even when he drank he stopped, before he lost control. Actually Kyo, who wasn't a big drinker himself, held that aspect of Kaoru in high regard, but he thought maybe he should get the leader trashed for once, so that he would become more relaxed.
"Dammit Kao, it's your own fault. You ask, if we want to come over and watch a movie. Sort of quality-time with the band, and then all you do is babble about lyrics and your harmonies. You even turned down the volume of the movie, so that you could play something to us. And then you are surprised as to why we always sneak off as fast as we can? Loosen up a bit and take that pole out of your butt." Kyo gestured animatedly, his cheeks slightly reddened by his eagerness.
The guitarist wrinkled his forehead contemplatively, plucking at his lower lip. Was the smaller one right? Did he really turn the volume off? At any rate, he definetely couldn't remember the film at all. "Am I this bad?" was all he could get out. "Even worse," the blond's short reply.
"Kyo, will you stay and watch the movie with me again?" Kaoru pleaded. Kyo had just bluntly pointed out to him, that he was a workaholic, who had no fun. The worst thing was, he had to aggree with that assessment.
The vocalist smiled softly and nodded: "But only if the guitar disappears, you have some beer, and I get to decide the volume." "Sure." Kaoru rose, left his beloved guitar in his bedroom and returned with two bottles of beer he had grabbed from the kitchen on his way back.
They sat next to each other, watching a horror movie, and Kyo made a big joke out of pinching Kaoru's sides just to emphasize the shock-effect of certain scenes. He then leaned forward reaching for the chocolate and put a piece into his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue with relish. Kyo's eyes had just moved back purposefully to the remaining two pieces of candy, when Kaoru, noticing Kyo's look, smiled maliciously and snatched the chocolate, shoving it hastily into his mouth before the blond could react. "Damn you Kao, I wanted them, you greedy bastard!" "Why? You ate alsmost all of it already." "Yes," Kyo looked up and pondered for a second, "but I wanted the last pieces as well." "Tough luck! One doesn't always get, what one wants," commented the leader, and he bit down on the hard sweet till it cracked.
Before he had realized what had happened, Kyo's arms had snaked around his neck and pulled him close to the vocalist. Their lips met. Eyes wide, Kaoru tried to protest: "Kyo …" but he didn't get any further, because Kyo used this opportunity, to slide his tongue into the guitarist's mouth. Many thoughts were racing through Kaoru's head; 'Kyo said, I should relax more … but is this what he meant?' Before he could react in any way, let alone form a rational thought, Kyo broke off the kiss. Triumphantly, he poked his tongue out at the guitarist which was covered in the last remaining bits of melted chocolate.
"You devious sick little son of a bitch," Kaoru railed with mock anger, barely able to hide his broad smile. "And I always get, what I want," Kyo crowed, displaying a victorious smile, that could rival Die's. "And what do you want now?" Kaoru asked with an ambiguious undertone. Kyo pondered a moment; "More chocolate," he demanded smiling sweetly. The guitarist got up, shook his head and murmured "Greedy bastard" under his breath as he disappeared in the kitchen. While he was searching for more sweets with his head buried deep in a cupboard, he heard an amused voice behind him: "Well, try to hide the treat from me?" They were standing so close to each other, that Kaoru nerly bumped into Kyo when he turned around to face the vocalist.
"Sorry, this is the chocolate left," the taller man said apogetically as he held up a bottle of chocolate sauce. "Hmm, that'll do," purred Kyo and reached out for the plastic container. "Ah-ah, not so fast!" Kaoru quickly hid the bottle behind his back. "Ah c'mon Kao, me wants chocolate!" whined the vocalist. He pouted then suddenly reached his arms around Kaoru in attempt to wrestle the chocolate sauce from him. In doing so, he had inadvertently pressed himself tightly against the older's body, eliciting a stifled gasp from the guitarist.
Kyo's eyes glittered in amusement: "Kao, you dirty old man," he scolded, pressing himself even closer to the guitarist's warm body, trapping him between his own body and the kitchen-counter. Kaoru averted his gaze, his cheeks adorned a shiny red. "Alright, I surrender," he growled; "Say aaaah!" he added, holding the bottle above Kyo's head. The blond quickly threw his head back and opened his mouth as Kaoru gave the bottle a generous squeeze. While Kyo managed to catch most of the syrup in his mouth, small rivers of chocolate had escaped the corners of the mouth, running down his chin. That was almost too much for the guitarist. The mere sight of chocolate running down Kyo's face was sufficient enough to arouse him. The rational portion of his brain shut down. 'Relax a bit, he said.'
Slowly, almost deliberately, he bent down and licked the chocolate sauce off the vocalist's chin, starting from the bottom and working his way upwards, until he met Kyo's lips with his own. The resulting kiss was tender, but also demanding. "Hmm, tasty," the guitaris purred, before grabbing Kyo by his hips and switching their positions so that the vocalist had his back to the counter. Having taken the opportunity to remove the shirt of a willing Kyo, Kaoru then pressed himself against the smaller man and squeezed a generous amount of the brown liquid over the exposed smoothe, white skin of the vocalist's chest. Kyo inhaled sharply, as the cold substance touched his skin. The unpleasant feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, when he felt a hot tongue on his skin.
"Kao... ," he gasped, but stopped as the guitarist bit into one of his nipples. "You told me to relax a bit," the elder grumbled quietly, without removing his lips from the other's body. "This is anything but relaxed," teased the vocalist, running one hand very slowly over the bulge in the guitarist's pants.
Suddenly, Kyo felt that himself being lifted and dropped onto the kitchen-counter. He sensed Kaoru's hot breath at his navel, his tongue sliding lower. Kaoru hesitated for a moment and looked up into Kyo's dark brown eyes. The blond lost his patience. His pants were painfully tight already, so he hissed: "Go ahead!" That was all the encouragement, the guitarist needed. With dexterous fingers, he unbuttoned Kyo's pants and dragged them down along with his boxers, so that the vocalist sat there naked as god had created him.
Kaoru grinned and started giggling like an exited schoolgirl. He has seen Kyo naked more than once, but it had never before turned him on like this. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't have cared less at the moment. "What's so funny?" demanded Kyo, offended. Was Kaoru mocking his 'size'?
The guitarist, who meanwhile had opened his pants, laughed out loud: "I can't reach it," he giggled and Kyo could have sworn, that he had drank at least 20 beers, he was acting so unlike his usual self. "What?" the blond didn't understand, and leaned forward trying to figure out the situation. "Kitchen-counter-sex just isn't meant for small people," mumbled Kaoru resigned. The lust seemed to leave his eyes. Kyo understood. Although the guitarist was 10 cm taller than him, the counter was still a little to high for him to 'reach' the vocalist. Now Kyo had to laugh as well: "You didn't think, that I would just let you shag me, did you? If anybody gets shagged, it's you."
With saying this, the blond jumped off the counter and put one hand at Kaoru's chest to push him backwards slowly. The elder felt his way aback carefully, but was too stunned to come up with a decent reply. He had to swallow hard, as Kyo turned around again hastily, searching the kitchen-counter with his eyes, finally snatching a bottle of cooking-oil. "We are going to need this," the blond whispered huskily, brushing his tongue over his lips.
A knot inside Kaoru loosened and the stress seemed to melt away. He shook his head with laughter: "Kyo, stop the porno talk, it doesn't suit you. Besides, what makes you believe that I just let you shag me?" "Dammit Kao, you are ruining the moment," pouted the vocalist, his facial features resembling a spoiled young child, "Remember: I always get, what I want," he grinned, and with a twinkle in his eyes he shoved the guitarist a little harder.
Kaoru, thrown off balance by the shove and hindered by his pants, hanging loosely around his ankles, fell backwards onto the carpet next to the couch in the living-room. "See, I have you down already," grinned Kyo evilly, kneeling between the legs of the guitarist. Kyo was aroused and fumbling with Kaoru's boxers, when the guitarist stopped his hands. "Let's draw straws to see who goes first," he said in a buisiness like manner, with a spark of hope in his eyes. He wouldn't be able to hold back for long and while his rational mind was still working, he wanted to try to keep himself from doing something, he might regret. "Nonsense! Just relax. Let me handle this," the blond replied and added with a smug smile, "Maybe next time." He leaned forward, reaching for the chocolate sauce, that Kaoru still had clutched in one hand. 'To hell with it,' the guitarist thought and allowed the bottle to be taken from his grasp. This time, it was Kyo who held the bottle above Kaoru's mouth, who opened it willingly. The vocal missed his target on purpose and drew a dark line of the sticky fluid from Kaoru's mouth, over his chest down to his navel. "Hmm, only missing some cherries on top," the blond quipped, before he leaned forward to follow the trail of chocolate sauce slowly upwards starting from Kaoru's stomach with his tongue. The guitarist moaned and his breathing increased, as Kyo kissed his way past his collarbone, and up towards his neck. He buried one hand in the vocalist's blond mane and pulled his head close, kissing his mouth greedily. Their tongues met of their own accord between their opened mouths.
Slowly, Kyo let his hands slide over the guitarist's belly, then over his hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the other man's boxers and carefully pulling them down as far as he could without braking contact. Kaoru aided him by wriggling his legs in order make the removal of the pants and shorts easier. Then he embraced the vocalist's waist and pulled him down on top of himself. Further kisses were exchanged, accompanied by quiet moans and sighs. Kaoru inhaled sharply and held his breath as Kyo spilled some sauce on his errect manhood, only to lick it off playfully afterwards. "God…," the elder gasped in hoarse voice. The vocalist paused for a moment, looked up and said: "You can call me Kyo," earning himself a light slap on the head. "Go on!" Kaoru demanded, incapable of composing whole sentences. The vocalist had mercy on him and bent down again. Kaoru groaned loudly, as Kyo took his member in his mouth, playing around the tip with his tongue. Sweat beaded on the guitarist's upper lip, and he felt that he couldn't bear it any longer. He believed it would tear him apart from the inside. Suddenly, Kyo stopped and released him from his mouth.
Kaoru wanted to protest and opened his eyes. However, as he caught sight of Kyo, who was just pouring some oil into his hands, rubbing them eagerly, he closed them again quickly. What he couldn't see, wouldn't harm him he decided. The vocalist lifted Kaoru's hips and placed his knees below them. As he looked down into the sweaty face of his friend whose eyes were tightly shut, and lips were firmly pressed together, Kyo bent forward a bit, softly brushing aside a sweaty strand of hair from the guitarist's forehead and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Just tell me, if you want me to stop." Kaoru opened his eyes and the concerned gaze of the lust filled brown eyes above him, soothed him. He nodded and to encourage himself, he raised himself up to kiss blond vocalist lustily on the mouth, before he took Kyo's hand and guided it towards his ass.
Kyo rimmed the guitarist's entrance with his index finger, before he carefully pushed it inside. Kaoru pressed his lips together in anticipation of the expected pain, but he did not feel anything unpleasant. Only when a second finger followed the first, did a slight wimper escape his lips. He got used to the feeling quickly and the pain was replaced by a pleasant sensation the further Kyo invaded him. The vocalist couldn't restrain himself any longer, thus he removed his fingers and eased himself into Kaoru's opening. A sharp pain raced along the guitarist's tailbone along the nerve tracts of his spine, as Kyo pushed his way further in. He buried his teeth deeply into his lower lip, but couldn't prevent a muffled scream from escaping his throat and tears collecting in his eyes. Kyo caressed his cheeks gently, leaned forward and kissed away the tears. "Stop?" he asked, his voice hardly more than a hoarse whisper. Kaoru pressed his lips together, closed his eyes and shook his head fiercely. He didn't expect it to hurt this much. The guitarist buried his nails into the soft skin of the vocalist's back, as Kyo continued to move forward inside him.
All of a sudden he almost saw stars flashing behind his closed lids and an indescribably pleasant sensation drowned the pain out. He looked up in surprise, directly into the grinning face of the smaller one. "Do that again," Kaoru gasped panting heavily. The grin of his counterpart grew wider, as he pulled out a bit only to thrust suddenly forward again. He stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Kaoru once again, eliciting a loud moan from the guitarist. Kaoru entangled his legs around the vocalist's hips, enabling him to move in deeper. The apartment was filled with delightful sighs and groans, with the muffled noises of colliding bodies. Both had their eyes wide open, gazing into each others lust-blurred faces. Kyo's thrusts grew faster, more irregular and his moaning sounded better to Kaoru's ears, than any lyric he had ever heard of the vocalist sing thus far. Sweat was dripping from Kyo's face onto the guitarist's belly, mingling with his own. The blond let one hand slide between their wet bodies, stroking Kaoru's neglected arousal in time with his own movements, while the guitarist clutched even closer with his arms and legs, driving the vocalist deeper. A shiver ran through the delicate body and every muscle tensed, as he came between his and Kyo's belly. The vocalist thrusted a few more times until he moaned hoarsely, and a slight burning sensation inside his body, told Kaoru that Kyo had climaxed as well. Kyo pulled out immediately and collapsed exhausted on the body beneath him. Both were still panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm.
As soon as his pulse almost had normalized, Kaoru started to talk: "Kyo, that was…," he couldn't think of the right way to put it, because he never had experienced anything like this before, so he left it at that. "... phat," completed the younger with an impish smile on his lips. The guitarist giggled and rolled the other effortlessly off his body, to get up. Bonelessly, Kyo rolled over and lay exhausted on his back. "Dammit, everything hurts," complained Kaoru. He couldn't pinpoint in the multitude of pains that were coursing through his body, where it felt worst. "You just don't get younger," teased the blond, who had turned on his side to lean on an elbow, only to raise it up again quickly: "Fuck, Kaoru," he griped, looking at the abrasions on his elbows and knees, "why did you have to carpet your apartment with velour?" The guitarist didn't bother replying. Hobbling, one hand pressed against his rump, over to the couch, to settle down on it moaning loudly. He piled up a whole armada of cushions in one corner, rested gently against them and covered himself with a blanket.
"Hey, are you just going to leave me lying here like this?" grumbled Kyo as he sat up, launching several curses about the material of the carpet. Kaoru, who meanwhile was trying to reach his cigarettes on the coffee-table with as little movement as possible, wordlessly lifted the blanket a bit. The vocalist raised himself up off the floor with his hands, whining and groaning as he did. Taking small steps, he scuttled over to the sofa, settled down between Kaoru's legs and sighed as he leaned his back against the guitarist's belly. Befor he lay himself down, he had snatched the pack of cigarettes from the nearby table; he now fished out two sticks and put them into his mouth to light them.
"There you go," he said quietly and handed Kaoru a cigarette. "Thanks!" The guitarist took a deep puff, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds, before exhaling it again. Kyo's weight was pressing him deeper into the cushions and Kaoru squirmed a little, to try and find a more comfortable position. "Something wrong?" the smaller asked with mock concern. "Yes, my ass is burning like hell and thank's to you, I may consider buying a hemorrhoid-cushion," muttered Kaoru darkly, which seemed to amuse Kyo to no end. He laughed out loud and put his head on the guitarist's shoulder, grinning like a lunatic, facing him. While playing his tongue onto Kaoru's earlobe, he whispered: "No pain, no gain." The guitarist flung his head around and caught the bold tongue with his mouth. Then he encircled the other's waist with his arms, gathered his remaining strength and flipped them both over, so that he was lying on top of Kyo, gazing at him meaningfully: "Revenge," he demanded, slowly letting his hand slide down the blond's belly to his crotch.
"You know," Kyo said, attempting to wriggle away, "it just occurred to me, that I have an important appointment. Brushing hair, combing teeth, the usual." "You're just a coward," remarked Kaoru amused, but let his hand remain where it was. "I .. I," stuttered Kyo and he just couldn't come up with a proper reply. He couldn't stop the blood from rushing to his head, so that his cheeks and ears were glowing a shiny red colour. "A fine guy you are! Pretending to be the experienced one, while you've never done it yourself…" Slight accusation resonated in the guitarist's voice. "I never claimed to have done it before," defended Kyo himself, pouting. "Cute," purred Kaoru, bending down to give the smaller a light peck on the lips. Using Kyo's words he said: "Just relax. Let me handle this…"
***
Kaoru stalked from the kitchen back to the band's conference room, balancing a hot cup of coffee in his hands. Before settling down on the chair, he put the coffee-cup on the table, snatched two cushions from the adjacent chairs and placed them under his butt. Slowly, his hands braced on the table, he sat down on top of them, sighing in relief when he was done. Kyo lay suspine on a small couch in a corner of the room, biting his tongue to prevent from laughing out loud, which would have only reminded him of his own pain.
Die entered the room and nudged Kyo because he wanted to sit down on the sofa as well. The small one growled something inaudibly, but reluctantly brought himself in an upright position. "And?" whispered the redhead with an enquiring glance at Kaoru, "was he mad, that we ditched?" Kyo grinned broadly: "Not mad, but disappointed." "Really?" Die's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Don't worry about it," the vocalist said to pacify the disturbed guitarist, "I was able to comfort him," and with that he got up painfully and went to the kitchen to fetch a coke. Die then joined Kaoru, who was arranging some papers and skimming their content.
"Kao, are you mad?" "Why? Should I be?" Kaoru really didn't understand, what the redhead was saying. "I just thought," explained Die, "because we snuck away earlier." "Ah! Nope. I had quite a nice time with Kyo," the lead guitarist said with a gleam in his eye. He rested his elbows on the table, putting his head on the entwined hands and gazed into the distance, until the pain spreading from his arms, reached his brain. "Ouch, dammit," he whined and automatically pushed up the sleeves of his pullover. "Gods Kao, what happened to your arms? Did you trip?" The leader nodded, being glad he didn't have to think of an excuse on his own: "Yes."
Kyo was leaning against the doorframe grinning as Toshiya and Shinya entered the conference room. "We've brought something nice," beamed the bassist as the drummer put a small package on the table and started to unwrap it. "Ice cream," announced Shin and put one sundae in front of Die, while Toshiya took two others and held them out to Kyo and Kaoru. "Here Kyo, extra chocolate sauce ne? Kao, not for you. Don't like it that much, right?" The vocalist reached out and took the sundae with sparkling eyes, remarking: "In fact, Kaoru loves chocolate sauce. One can make such a nice mess with it." The older guitarist choked on his ice cream and succumbed to a fit of coughs. Toshiya, Die and Shinya were looking at each other questioningly, while Kyo burst out into hysterical laughter and tried to help their leader by slapping his back.
After the meeting, they ordered some food. Finally, Kaoru piped up, throwing a glance at his watch: "Die, Kyo, your turn to clean the dishes. Chop chop, I want to get home sometime today." The blond and the redhead sighed loudly, but cleared the table and disappeared in the kitchen together. "He's full of high spirits today, don't you think? He didn't even yell at me for being late once again," mentioned Die while Kyo filled the sink with hot water, and added lots of dish washing liquid. His gaze fastened on the task at hand in order to hide the broad grin on his face, he nodded and murmured: "Yes, that's strange." He rolled up his sleeves and slid the first glasses into the water. Die snatched a towel and set to work on drying the dishes. When they were finished, Kyo turned around, faced the redhead and started to roll down one of his sleeves again. Die's view roamed over the angry red marks on the vocalist's skin and he remarked: "Weird, just like on Kao's..." But he didn't put two and two together at that moment and Kyo didn't care to enlighten him.
"Ready?" greeted Kaoru and looked at Kyo with a glance that said 'Your place or mine?' The blond nodded eagerly, snatched his jacket and both of them left the room. Before closing the door, the guitarist turned around once again: "Toshi, be a dear and toss me that plastic bag." With a sidelong glance at his company he added mysteriously: "Almost forgot the most important thing." The bassist did as he was asked, but not without peeking into the bag curiously. "Thanks. See you on Monday!" Kaoru rose one hand to bid farewell and closed the door behind him and Kyo.
"What was in there?" Die and Shinya asked simultaneously. Toshiya just shrugged his shoulders. "Chocolate sauce," he answered shaking his head. "Say Toshi, what's the carpeting in Kao's apartement like?" asked the guitarist. "Hmm, don't know." "Velour, I guess," said the drummer without understanding why the redhead was asking such a weird question. Die was struck by sudden awareness: "I can't believe it...." he whispered amazed.
Author:
seinen_noRating: NC17
Pairing: Kaoru x Kyo
Status: one-shot
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Okay, I own no one and it's all just my dirty imagination. There you go! Happy now?
Summary: Well, Kaoru's been a bit bitchy because he's stressed out and Kyo's changing that with a little help of chocolate sauce.
comment: It's been ages since I wrote that. I'm not even into this pairing much, but I wrote it for a friend. I have to admit thought that I really like it in a way. But beware, this was first written in German and I translated it afterwards, so it's a bit … Well, just like that :D
Just relax!
"What's keeping Die?" Kaoru turned around and looked over the back of the couch into the direction of the hall, where the bathroom lay. The redheaded guitarist had disappeared a fairly long time ago. Kyo couldn't refrain himself from smiling broadly. Sometimes, their band leader was so clueless. "He left more than 20 minutes ago," explained the small vocalist to the guitarist as he leaned forward and shoved a piece of chocolate into his mouth.
Kaoru gazed suspiciously at his bandmate, who was sprawled on the sofa. "Am I right in thinking, that Toshiya and Shin won't be returning from buying cigarettes either then?" Kyo smiled compassionately at Kaoru and nodded slowly: "Yes, you're correct." The guitarist sighed loudly, bent his head back and closed his eyes for a moment.
Kyo felt sorry for him, but Kaoru brought it on himself, by trying to always play the part of the leader. He could manage to ruin the most laid-back situations with business. "And why are you still here?" he asked, examening the blond through half-closed eyes. Kyo shrugged, "Somebody had to distract you," he explained in a light tone. "Right, and you sacrificed yourself selflessly?" Kaoru was slightly pissed, but on the other hand he was amused by the creativity his bandmates exhibited in avoiding work. "Nope, I lost at 'rock paper scissors'," giggled Kyo and reached out again for the sweet brown deliciousness.
He had to laugh out loud at the sulky expression on the guitarist's face. Even Kaoru could look like an upset little boy from time to time. It was a pity, that this happened rarely. Most of the time he was so tidy and well organized in all his actions. Kyo couldn't remember, the last time the guitarist really had let himself go. Even when he drank he stopped, before he lost control. Actually Kyo, who wasn't a big drinker himself, held that aspect of Kaoru in high regard, but he thought maybe he should get the leader trashed for once, so that he would become more relaxed.
"Dammit Kao, it's your own fault. You ask, if we want to come over and watch a movie. Sort of quality-time with the band, and then all you do is babble about lyrics and your harmonies. You even turned down the volume of the movie, so that you could play something to us. And then you are surprised as to why we always sneak off as fast as we can? Loosen up a bit and take that pole out of your butt." Kyo gestured animatedly, his cheeks slightly reddened by his eagerness.
The guitarist wrinkled his forehead contemplatively, plucking at his lower lip. Was the smaller one right? Did he really turn the volume off? At any rate, he definetely couldn't remember the film at all. "Am I this bad?" was all he could get out. "Even worse," the blond's short reply.
"Kyo, will you stay and watch the movie with me again?" Kaoru pleaded. Kyo had just bluntly pointed out to him, that he was a workaholic, who had no fun. The worst thing was, he had to aggree with that assessment.
The vocalist smiled softly and nodded: "But only if the guitar disappears, you have some beer, and I get to decide the volume." "Sure." Kaoru rose, left his beloved guitar in his bedroom and returned with two bottles of beer he had grabbed from the kitchen on his way back.
They sat next to each other, watching a horror movie, and Kyo made a big joke out of pinching Kaoru's sides just to emphasize the shock-effect of certain scenes. He then leaned forward reaching for the chocolate and put a piece into his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue with relish. Kyo's eyes had just moved back purposefully to the remaining two pieces of candy, when Kaoru, noticing Kyo's look, smiled maliciously and snatched the chocolate, shoving it hastily into his mouth before the blond could react. "Damn you Kao, I wanted them, you greedy bastard!" "Why? You ate alsmost all of it already." "Yes," Kyo looked up and pondered for a second, "but I wanted the last pieces as well." "Tough luck! One doesn't always get, what one wants," commented the leader, and he bit down on the hard sweet till it cracked.
Before he had realized what had happened, Kyo's arms had snaked around his neck and pulled him close to the vocalist. Their lips met. Eyes wide, Kaoru tried to protest: "Kyo …" but he didn't get any further, because Kyo used this opportunity, to slide his tongue into the guitarist's mouth. Many thoughts were racing through Kaoru's head; 'Kyo said, I should relax more … but is this what he meant?' Before he could react in any way, let alone form a rational thought, Kyo broke off the kiss. Triumphantly, he poked his tongue out at the guitarist which was covered in the last remaining bits of melted chocolate.
"You devious sick little son of a bitch," Kaoru railed with mock anger, barely able to hide his broad smile. "And I always get, what I want," Kyo crowed, displaying a victorious smile, that could rival Die's. "And what do you want now?" Kaoru asked with an ambiguious undertone. Kyo pondered a moment; "More chocolate," he demanded smiling sweetly. The guitarist got up, shook his head and murmured "Greedy bastard" under his breath as he disappeared in the kitchen. While he was searching for more sweets with his head buried deep in a cupboard, he heard an amused voice behind him: "Well, try to hide the treat from me?" They were standing so close to each other, that Kaoru nerly bumped into Kyo when he turned around to face the vocalist.
"Sorry, this is the chocolate left," the taller man said apogetically as he held up a bottle of chocolate sauce. "Hmm, that'll do," purred Kyo and reached out for the plastic container. "Ah-ah, not so fast!" Kaoru quickly hid the bottle behind his back. "Ah c'mon Kao, me wants chocolate!" whined the vocalist. He pouted then suddenly reached his arms around Kaoru in attempt to wrestle the chocolate sauce from him. In doing so, he had inadvertently pressed himself tightly against the older's body, eliciting a stifled gasp from the guitarist.
Kyo's eyes glittered in amusement: "Kao, you dirty old man," he scolded, pressing himself even closer to the guitarist's warm body, trapping him between his own body and the kitchen-counter. Kaoru averted his gaze, his cheeks adorned a shiny red. "Alright, I surrender," he growled; "Say aaaah!" he added, holding the bottle above Kyo's head. The blond quickly threw his head back and opened his mouth as Kaoru gave the bottle a generous squeeze. While Kyo managed to catch most of the syrup in his mouth, small rivers of chocolate had escaped the corners of the mouth, running down his chin. That was almost too much for the guitarist. The mere sight of chocolate running down Kyo's face was sufficient enough to arouse him. The rational portion of his brain shut down. 'Relax a bit, he said.'
Slowly, almost deliberately, he bent down and licked the chocolate sauce off the vocalist's chin, starting from the bottom and working his way upwards, until he met Kyo's lips with his own. The resulting kiss was tender, but also demanding. "Hmm, tasty," the guitaris purred, before grabbing Kyo by his hips and switching their positions so that the vocalist had his back to the counter. Having taken the opportunity to remove the shirt of a willing Kyo, Kaoru then pressed himself against the smaller man and squeezed a generous amount of the brown liquid over the exposed smoothe, white skin of the vocalist's chest. Kyo inhaled sharply, as the cold substance touched his skin. The unpleasant feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, when he felt a hot tongue on his skin.
"Kao... ," he gasped, but stopped as the guitarist bit into one of his nipples. "You told me to relax a bit," the elder grumbled quietly, without removing his lips from the other's body. "This is anything but relaxed," teased the vocalist, running one hand very slowly over the bulge in the guitarist's pants.
Suddenly, Kyo felt that himself being lifted and dropped onto the kitchen-counter. He sensed Kaoru's hot breath at his navel, his tongue sliding lower. Kaoru hesitated for a moment and looked up into Kyo's dark brown eyes. The blond lost his patience. His pants were painfully tight already, so he hissed: "Go ahead!" That was all the encouragement, the guitarist needed. With dexterous fingers, he unbuttoned Kyo's pants and dragged them down along with his boxers, so that the vocalist sat there naked as god had created him.
Kaoru grinned and started giggling like an exited schoolgirl. He has seen Kyo naked more than once, but it had never before turned him on like this. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't have cared less at the moment. "What's so funny?" demanded Kyo, offended. Was Kaoru mocking his 'size'?
The guitarist, who meanwhile had opened his pants, laughed out loud: "I can't reach it," he giggled and Kyo could have sworn, that he had drank at least 20 beers, he was acting so unlike his usual self. "What?" the blond didn't understand, and leaned forward trying to figure out the situation. "Kitchen-counter-sex just isn't meant for small people," mumbled Kaoru resigned. The lust seemed to leave his eyes. Kyo understood. Although the guitarist was 10 cm taller than him, the counter was still a little to high for him to 'reach' the vocalist. Now Kyo had to laugh as well: "You didn't think, that I would just let you shag me, did you? If anybody gets shagged, it's you."
With saying this, the blond jumped off the counter and put one hand at Kaoru's chest to push him backwards slowly. The elder felt his way aback carefully, but was too stunned to come up with a decent reply. He had to swallow hard, as Kyo turned around again hastily, searching the kitchen-counter with his eyes, finally snatching a bottle of cooking-oil. "We are going to need this," the blond whispered huskily, brushing his tongue over his lips.
A knot inside Kaoru loosened and the stress seemed to melt away. He shook his head with laughter: "Kyo, stop the porno talk, it doesn't suit you. Besides, what makes you believe that I just let you shag me?" "Dammit Kao, you are ruining the moment," pouted the vocalist, his facial features resembling a spoiled young child, "Remember: I always get, what I want," he grinned, and with a twinkle in his eyes he shoved the guitarist a little harder.
Kaoru, thrown off balance by the shove and hindered by his pants, hanging loosely around his ankles, fell backwards onto the carpet next to the couch in the living-room. "See, I have you down already," grinned Kyo evilly, kneeling between the legs of the guitarist. Kyo was aroused and fumbling with Kaoru's boxers, when the guitarist stopped his hands. "Let's draw straws to see who goes first," he said in a buisiness like manner, with a spark of hope in his eyes. He wouldn't be able to hold back for long and while his rational mind was still working, he wanted to try to keep himself from doing something, he might regret. "Nonsense! Just relax. Let me handle this," the blond replied and added with a smug smile, "Maybe next time." He leaned forward, reaching for the chocolate sauce, that Kaoru still had clutched in one hand. 'To hell with it,' the guitarist thought and allowed the bottle to be taken from his grasp. This time, it was Kyo who held the bottle above Kaoru's mouth, who opened it willingly. The vocal missed his target on purpose and drew a dark line of the sticky fluid from Kaoru's mouth, over his chest down to his navel. "Hmm, only missing some cherries on top," the blond quipped, before he leaned forward to follow the trail of chocolate sauce slowly upwards starting from Kaoru's stomach with his tongue. The guitarist moaned and his breathing increased, as Kyo kissed his way past his collarbone, and up towards his neck. He buried one hand in the vocalist's blond mane and pulled his head close, kissing his mouth greedily. Their tongues met of their own accord between their opened mouths.
Slowly, Kyo let his hands slide over the guitarist's belly, then over his hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the other man's boxers and carefully pulling them down as far as he could without braking contact. Kaoru aided him by wriggling his legs in order make the removal of the pants and shorts easier. Then he embraced the vocalist's waist and pulled him down on top of himself. Further kisses were exchanged, accompanied by quiet moans and sighs. Kaoru inhaled sharply and held his breath as Kyo spilled some sauce on his errect manhood, only to lick it off playfully afterwards. "God…," the elder gasped in hoarse voice. The vocalist paused for a moment, looked up and said: "You can call me Kyo," earning himself a light slap on the head. "Go on!" Kaoru demanded, incapable of composing whole sentences. The vocalist had mercy on him and bent down again. Kaoru groaned loudly, as Kyo took his member in his mouth, playing around the tip with his tongue. Sweat beaded on the guitarist's upper lip, and he felt that he couldn't bear it any longer. He believed it would tear him apart from the inside. Suddenly, Kyo stopped and released him from his mouth.
Kaoru wanted to protest and opened his eyes. However, as he caught sight of Kyo, who was just pouring some oil into his hands, rubbing them eagerly, he closed them again quickly. What he couldn't see, wouldn't harm him he decided. The vocalist lifted Kaoru's hips and placed his knees below them. As he looked down into the sweaty face of his friend whose eyes were tightly shut, and lips were firmly pressed together, Kyo bent forward a bit, softly brushing aside a sweaty strand of hair from the guitarist's forehead and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Just tell me, if you want me to stop." Kaoru opened his eyes and the concerned gaze of the lust filled brown eyes above him, soothed him. He nodded and to encourage himself, he raised himself up to kiss blond vocalist lustily on the mouth, before he took Kyo's hand and guided it towards his ass.
Kyo rimmed the guitarist's entrance with his index finger, before he carefully pushed it inside. Kaoru pressed his lips together in anticipation of the expected pain, but he did not feel anything unpleasant. Only when a second finger followed the first, did a slight wimper escape his lips. He got used to the feeling quickly and the pain was replaced by a pleasant sensation the further Kyo invaded him. The vocalist couldn't restrain himself any longer, thus he removed his fingers and eased himself into Kaoru's opening. A sharp pain raced along the guitarist's tailbone along the nerve tracts of his spine, as Kyo pushed his way further in. He buried his teeth deeply into his lower lip, but couldn't prevent a muffled scream from escaping his throat and tears collecting in his eyes. Kyo caressed his cheeks gently, leaned forward and kissed away the tears. "Stop?" he asked, his voice hardly more than a hoarse whisper. Kaoru pressed his lips together, closed his eyes and shook his head fiercely. He didn't expect it to hurt this much. The guitarist buried his nails into the soft skin of the vocalist's back, as Kyo continued to move forward inside him.
All of a sudden he almost saw stars flashing behind his closed lids and an indescribably pleasant sensation drowned the pain out. He looked up in surprise, directly into the grinning face of the smaller one. "Do that again," Kaoru gasped panting heavily. The grin of his counterpart grew wider, as he pulled out a bit only to thrust suddenly forward again. He stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Kaoru once again, eliciting a loud moan from the guitarist. Kaoru entangled his legs around the vocalist's hips, enabling him to move in deeper. The apartment was filled with delightful sighs and groans, with the muffled noises of colliding bodies. Both had their eyes wide open, gazing into each others lust-blurred faces. Kyo's thrusts grew faster, more irregular and his moaning sounded better to Kaoru's ears, than any lyric he had ever heard of the vocalist sing thus far. Sweat was dripping from Kyo's face onto the guitarist's belly, mingling with his own. The blond let one hand slide between their wet bodies, stroking Kaoru's neglected arousal in time with his own movements, while the guitarist clutched even closer with his arms and legs, driving the vocalist deeper. A shiver ran through the delicate body and every muscle tensed, as he came between his and Kyo's belly. The vocalist thrusted a few more times until he moaned hoarsely, and a slight burning sensation inside his body, told Kaoru that Kyo had climaxed as well. Kyo pulled out immediately and collapsed exhausted on the body beneath him. Both were still panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm.
As soon as his pulse almost had normalized, Kaoru started to talk: "Kyo, that was…," he couldn't think of the right way to put it, because he never had experienced anything like this before, so he left it at that. "... phat," completed the younger with an impish smile on his lips. The guitarist giggled and rolled the other effortlessly off his body, to get up. Bonelessly, Kyo rolled over and lay exhausted on his back. "Dammit, everything hurts," complained Kaoru. He couldn't pinpoint in the multitude of pains that were coursing through his body, where it felt worst. "You just don't get younger," teased the blond, who had turned on his side to lean on an elbow, only to raise it up again quickly: "Fuck, Kaoru," he griped, looking at the abrasions on his elbows and knees, "why did you have to carpet your apartment with velour?" The guitarist didn't bother replying. Hobbling, one hand pressed against his rump, over to the couch, to settle down on it moaning loudly. He piled up a whole armada of cushions in one corner, rested gently against them and covered himself with a blanket.
"Hey, are you just going to leave me lying here like this?" grumbled Kyo as he sat up, launching several curses about the material of the carpet. Kaoru, who meanwhile was trying to reach his cigarettes on the coffee-table with as little movement as possible, wordlessly lifted the blanket a bit. The vocalist raised himself up off the floor with his hands, whining and groaning as he did. Taking small steps, he scuttled over to the sofa, settled down between Kaoru's legs and sighed as he leaned his back against the guitarist's belly. Befor he lay himself down, he had snatched the pack of cigarettes from the nearby table; he now fished out two sticks and put them into his mouth to light them.
"There you go," he said quietly and handed Kaoru a cigarette. "Thanks!" The guitarist took a deep puff, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds, before exhaling it again. Kyo's weight was pressing him deeper into the cushions and Kaoru squirmed a little, to try and find a more comfortable position. "Something wrong?" the smaller asked with mock concern. "Yes, my ass is burning like hell and thank's to you, I may consider buying a hemorrhoid-cushion," muttered Kaoru darkly, which seemed to amuse Kyo to no end. He laughed out loud and put his head on the guitarist's shoulder, grinning like a lunatic, facing him. While playing his tongue onto Kaoru's earlobe, he whispered: "No pain, no gain." The guitarist flung his head around and caught the bold tongue with his mouth. Then he encircled the other's waist with his arms, gathered his remaining strength and flipped them both over, so that he was lying on top of Kyo, gazing at him meaningfully: "Revenge," he demanded, slowly letting his hand slide down the blond's belly to his crotch.
"You know," Kyo said, attempting to wriggle away, "it just occurred to me, that I have an important appointment. Brushing hair, combing teeth, the usual." "You're just a coward," remarked Kaoru amused, but let his hand remain where it was. "I .. I," stuttered Kyo and he just couldn't come up with a proper reply. He couldn't stop the blood from rushing to his head, so that his cheeks and ears were glowing a shiny red colour. "A fine guy you are! Pretending to be the experienced one, while you've never done it yourself…" Slight accusation resonated in the guitarist's voice. "I never claimed to have done it before," defended Kyo himself, pouting. "Cute," purred Kaoru, bending down to give the smaller a light peck on the lips. Using Kyo's words he said: "Just relax. Let me handle this…"
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Kaoru stalked from the kitchen back to the band's conference room, balancing a hot cup of coffee in his hands. Before settling down on the chair, he put the coffee-cup on the table, snatched two cushions from the adjacent chairs and placed them under his butt. Slowly, his hands braced on the table, he sat down on top of them, sighing in relief when he was done. Kyo lay suspine on a small couch in a corner of the room, biting his tongue to prevent from laughing out loud, which would have only reminded him of his own pain.
Die entered the room and nudged Kyo because he wanted to sit down on the sofa as well. The small one growled something inaudibly, but reluctantly brought himself in an upright position. "And?" whispered the redhead with an enquiring glance at Kaoru, "was he mad, that we ditched?" Kyo grinned broadly: "Not mad, but disappointed." "Really?" Die's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Don't worry about it," the vocalist said to pacify the disturbed guitarist, "I was able to comfort him," and with that he got up painfully and went to the kitchen to fetch a coke. Die then joined Kaoru, who was arranging some papers and skimming their content.
"Kao, are you mad?" "Why? Should I be?" Kaoru really didn't understand, what the redhead was saying. "I just thought," explained Die, "because we snuck away earlier." "Ah! Nope. I had quite a nice time with Kyo," the lead guitarist said with a gleam in his eye. He rested his elbows on the table, putting his head on the entwined hands and gazed into the distance, until the pain spreading from his arms, reached his brain. "Ouch, dammit," he whined and automatically pushed up the sleeves of his pullover. "Gods Kao, what happened to your arms? Did you trip?" The leader nodded, being glad he didn't have to think of an excuse on his own: "Yes."
Kyo was leaning against the doorframe grinning as Toshiya and Shinya entered the conference room. "We've brought something nice," beamed the bassist as the drummer put a small package on the table and started to unwrap it. "Ice cream," announced Shin and put one sundae in front of Die, while Toshiya took two others and held them out to Kyo and Kaoru. "Here Kyo, extra chocolate sauce ne? Kao, not for you. Don't like it that much, right?" The vocalist reached out and took the sundae with sparkling eyes, remarking: "In fact, Kaoru loves chocolate sauce. One can make such a nice mess with it." The older guitarist choked on his ice cream and succumbed to a fit of coughs. Toshiya, Die and Shinya were looking at each other questioningly, while Kyo burst out into hysterical laughter and tried to help their leader by slapping his back.
After the meeting, they ordered some food. Finally, Kaoru piped up, throwing a glance at his watch: "Die, Kyo, your turn to clean the dishes. Chop chop, I want to get home sometime today." The blond and the redhead sighed loudly, but cleared the table and disappeared in the kitchen together. "He's full of high spirits today, don't you think? He didn't even yell at me for being late once again," mentioned Die while Kyo filled the sink with hot water, and added lots of dish washing liquid. His gaze fastened on the task at hand in order to hide the broad grin on his face, he nodded and murmured: "Yes, that's strange." He rolled up his sleeves and slid the first glasses into the water. Die snatched a towel and set to work on drying the dishes. When they were finished, Kyo turned around, faced the redhead and started to roll down one of his sleeves again. Die's view roamed over the angry red marks on the vocalist's skin and he remarked: "Weird, just like on Kao's..." But he didn't put two and two together at that moment and Kyo didn't care to enlighten him.
"Ready?" greeted Kaoru and looked at Kyo with a glance that said 'Your place or mine?' The blond nodded eagerly, snatched his jacket and both of them left the room. Before closing the door, the guitarist turned around once again: "Toshi, be a dear and toss me that plastic bag." With a sidelong glance at his company he added mysteriously: "Almost forgot the most important thing." The bassist did as he was asked, but not without peeking into the bag curiously. "Thanks. See you on Monday!" Kaoru rose one hand to bid farewell and closed the door behind him and Kyo.
"What was in there?" Die and Shinya asked simultaneously. Toshiya just shrugged his shoulders. "Chocolate sauce," he answered shaking his head. "Say Toshi, what's the carpeting in Kao's apartement like?" asked the guitarist. "Hmm, don't know." "Velour, I guess," said the drummer without understanding why the redhead was asking such a weird question. Die was struck by sudden awareness: "I can't believe it...." he whispered amazed.
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But I truly enjoyed the pairing. I like the KaoxDie fics, too. But sometimes it's nice to have something diferent. ^^
Yeah, it's definately easier to write in English than translating it. I still try to translate a fanfiction I know from Animexx and found again here on livejournal. She tried to translate it but there were too many mistakes so I couldn't stand it and offered her to rewrite it a little bit. When I compared the two versions there were so many diferences I didn't know whether she changed the story on purpose or whether that were mistakes in her translation. XD