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Title: Can you see the future
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fonulyn
Rating: R
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Sometimes it’s not necessary to see what’s coming. Sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. And sometimes, many times, Kaoru is glad to have Die there to root him back to reality, back to what is really important.
Comments:
fonulyn: Written for dialytic since I promised her a D/K fic in exchange for a T/D drawing ;D She already filled her end of the deal some days ago, and here I am finally with this. Honey, I hope it’s at least something like you wanted ;) It feels like I haven’t been really writing D/K lately (actually I haven’t been writing ANYTHING lately) and it felt good to get back to them again :) Hopefully you’ll enjoy the result too ;)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Can you see the future
Kaoru lit what must’ve been his seventh cigarette within the past hour. He was frustrated, he was ready to just slam his fist on the table and see if he would manage to break the piece of furniture or his bones. He had been staring at the monitor for hours, at the same thirty seconds of stubborn song that wouldn’t come together right. He took the guitars, they sounded fine, he took the drums, those sounded great, the bassline was exactly how it was supposed to be. And when he put it all together he got one gigantic piece of pure failure.
The worst thing was that he didn’t know why.
Groaning displeased he twisted his fingers in his dark hair, pulling until it almost hurt as if that would help him pull out the frustration as well. He could already imagine the small bones of his fingers snap, the hair tear out of sheer frustrated force he put into the gesture. The cigarette had burned out and he just absently dropped it on the ashtray right next to him, blatantly ignoring the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be smoking so much inside.
“Hey.” The sudden sound, as soft as it was, made Kaoru flinch at first. He had been so focused on his work, so focused on his deadly frustration that he had managed to forget that Die was there. Drawn by the lowly spoken word, or more a syllable, he turned around in his chair until he was facing the younger guitarist. The first glance already told him that Die was as tired as he was, had been working equally long hours and refused to leave the place before they would leave together. Must be difficult for him, Kaoru snorted inwardly, having such a perfectionist to live with, to share his life with. Then again, he knew very well what a perfectionist Die could be as well, given the right circumstances.
He didn’t need to say a single word and Die shifted closer. He had been leaning against the doorframe, but now he stepped properly into the room and towards the other man. “C’mon, let’s go home.” The words were almost a plea. They would have been, if there hadn’t been this certain pride and stubbornness still laced in Die’s voice, something that made it sound even a little bit like a command. Something only Die could do, Kaoru thought. Beg and set orders at the same time. He had seen that several times. Stubbornly he shook his head though, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. “No, Die. I have to finish this part before the guys come in tomorrow and it’s not even halfway done yet.”
If he had thought he would gain sympathy from Die with that, he had been wrong. There was only this certain annoyance flashing in Die’s eyes, his full lips pursed and his forehead creasing into a frown. “Fuck, Kaoru, you’re not going to finish it today. It’s fucking three in the morning and you’ve been staring at that for the past six hours. We were supposed to leave around seven already, when everyone else did, and it’s been eight hours since that,” simple maths, but he liked to emphasize his words with the numbers nevertheless, “even if you’d finish that now, you’re going to be so dead in the morning that you will be of no use to anyone.”
“I,” Kaoru began, swallowing the words that were lying on his tongue as he knew they were all just excuses, it was all irrelevant and none of it would be good enough to Die anyway. None of it should be good enough, truth to be told. Heaving a huge sigh, Kaoru nodded, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re right. I’ll just save what I’ve got and we can get going.” There was a slight hint of defeat in his voice but he knew Die wouldn’t comment on that, neither of them would. They knew each other well enough to communicate without a single word being exchanged at times.
Die only nodded and Kaoru knew he would wait as long as it would take.
They had returned home already an hour ago but still neither of them had made it to bed yet. Instead, Kaoru was smoking his third cigarette in a row, trying to relax and banish the thoughts of work from his mind. He was leaning against the railing, standing out in the cool night air on their balcony. It was more just a small expansion than a real balcony, anyway, but it was enough to get some fresh air without the need to go down all those fourteen storeys. He had no clue why they still wanted to stay in that small shoebox of an apartment, they could afford better. Then again, they were away from home so much that it didn’t really matter, now did it.
He could feel the warmth seeping out when the door behind him was slid open, a flash of light escaping along with the light, before the door was shut again. He heard soft steps, and thus knew to expect the feeling of those warm, large palms resting on his hips. Die’s hair tickled his neck as the other man leaned in, pressing a hot kiss right below his ear, before he slid his long arms around his waist. “You stress too much.” The words were barely a soft murmur against Kaoru’s skin and he could feel Die smile slightly. He didn’t answer. They both knew that Die is right anyway, so why would Kaoru even try to deny that.
The silence was abruptly broken when Kaoru suddenly tilted his head backwards, enough to rest it on the taller man’s shoulder and to sneak a peek at him. “Do you ever wish you could predict the future?” It was just like him, being silent for ages and then suddenly coming up with a random question that could be anything from what shall we have for dinner tonight to what is the meaning of life. Usually he only did that when they were alone, though, and Die had always liked to think that it meant the other man felt completely comfortable around him, relaxed enough to speak whatever crossed his mind.
Although it might’ve been typical for Kaoru to ask these deep questions out of the blue, it didn’t mean Die always followed him. Even now, all he could do was to frown slightly, his sleep-deprived mind not able to form coherent connections between what he had said and what had followed. “What do you mean?”
Kaoru gave a small smile, one of those almost apologetic ones as he knew he should’ve explained the trail of his thoughts a bit better before blurting out his question. Patiently, he explained then, the lack of sleep making him a little less coherent and articulate than what he usually was. “Like, would you want to know beforehand if the next album is going to be a success, if we’re still going to make it for the next ten years in the business, if this all makes any sense?” One could see how tired he was, how overworked, and how it affected his mind right now.
Still, Die’s answer was simple. He didn’t even need to think about it, before he shook his head ever so slightly, his voice low but firm as he spoke up. “No.” The simple answer made Kaoru frown, but he didn’t have the chance to say anything to it before Die went on, his voice resonating in the air. “It’s not the destination, Kaoru. It’s the journey. And despite all, we’ve enjoyed every step of it.” Slowly, Kaoru nodded. That made sense. He had never wanted to make music just to sell records anyway. Ever since the beginning he had been in this for the music. For making what he felt passionate about.
Die wasn’t done though, after a short, silent pause he went on. “Besides,” Die smiled as he tightened the hold he had of Kaoru, turning him around in his arms without sacrificing any of the closeness. Their bodies were still close, their chests still touching, and Die’s arms still around Kaoru’s waist. “I can predict the most important part of the future. Us.”
That now was enough to make the older man smile. It was a love confession, after all, and it made this pleasant feeling well up inside of him. He nodded, leaning in so he could bring his face close to Die’s neck. In a slow movement, he ran his nose up the smooth skin, until he could press a small kiss on the younger man’s jaw. “You’re right.” He murmured lowly against that spot. “You’re right.”
The laughter that emerged from Die seemed to come from somewhere deep inside of him, full and deep. “Damn straight, I’m always right!” He pointed out cockily. “Besides, I can predict you something else from the future too,” Die winked, a deep sparkle in his eyes, leaned closer and breathed hotly against Kaoru’s neck in turn, “in exactly twenty-two minutes you will be begging for mercy as I nail you into the mattress.” The words were almost only mouthed against the tattoo right below Kaoru’s ear, yet they seemed to be enough to carry over the loud beating of his heart.
Kaoru couldn’t hold back a clear shudder. There wasn’t anything he could reply to that, now was there?
Exactly twenty-two minutes later Kaoru’s head was spinning, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His fingers were digging deep into the covers of the bed, the sheets crumpled as every movement of their joined bodies moved him on them. Die’s hand felt hot on his hip, his long fingers teasing him ably while he forced his way deep inside of him.
Who knew. Die really could predict the future.
Author:
fonulynRating: R
Pairing: Die/Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Sometimes it’s not necessary to see what’s coming. Sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. And sometimes, many times, Kaoru is glad to have Die there to root him back to reality, back to what is really important.
Comments:
fonulyn: Written for dialytic since I promised her a D/K fic in exchange for a T/D drawing ;D She already filled her end of the deal some days ago, and here I am finally with this. Honey, I hope it’s at least something like you wanted ;) It feels like I haven’t been really writing D/K lately (actually I haven’t been writing ANYTHING lately) and it felt good to get back to them again :) Hopefully you’ll enjoy the result too ;)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Kaoru lit what must’ve been his seventh cigarette within the past hour. He was frustrated, he was ready to just slam his fist on the table and see if he would manage to break the piece of furniture or his bones. He had been staring at the monitor for hours, at the same thirty seconds of stubborn song that wouldn’t come together right. He took the guitars, they sounded fine, he took the drums, those sounded great, the bassline was exactly how it was supposed to be. And when he put it all together he got one gigantic piece of pure failure.
The worst thing was that he didn’t know why.
Groaning displeased he twisted his fingers in his dark hair, pulling until it almost hurt as if that would help him pull out the frustration as well. He could already imagine the small bones of his fingers snap, the hair tear out of sheer frustrated force he put into the gesture. The cigarette had burned out and he just absently dropped it on the ashtray right next to him, blatantly ignoring the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be smoking so much inside.
“Hey.” The sudden sound, as soft as it was, made Kaoru flinch at first. He had been so focused on his work, so focused on his deadly frustration that he had managed to forget that Die was there. Drawn by the lowly spoken word, or more a syllable, he turned around in his chair until he was facing the younger guitarist. The first glance already told him that Die was as tired as he was, had been working equally long hours and refused to leave the place before they would leave together. Must be difficult for him, Kaoru snorted inwardly, having such a perfectionist to live with, to share his life with. Then again, he knew very well what a perfectionist Die could be as well, given the right circumstances.
He didn’t need to say a single word and Die shifted closer. He had been leaning against the doorframe, but now he stepped properly into the room and towards the other man. “C’mon, let’s go home.” The words were almost a plea. They would have been, if there hadn’t been this certain pride and stubbornness still laced in Die’s voice, something that made it sound even a little bit like a command. Something only Die could do, Kaoru thought. Beg and set orders at the same time. He had seen that several times. Stubbornly he shook his head though, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. “No, Die. I have to finish this part before the guys come in tomorrow and it’s not even halfway done yet.”
If he had thought he would gain sympathy from Die with that, he had been wrong. There was only this certain annoyance flashing in Die’s eyes, his full lips pursed and his forehead creasing into a frown. “Fuck, Kaoru, you’re not going to finish it today. It’s fucking three in the morning and you’ve been staring at that for the past six hours. We were supposed to leave around seven already, when everyone else did, and it’s been eight hours since that,” simple maths, but he liked to emphasize his words with the numbers nevertheless, “even if you’d finish that now, you’re going to be so dead in the morning that you will be of no use to anyone.”
“I,” Kaoru began, swallowing the words that were lying on his tongue as he knew they were all just excuses, it was all irrelevant and none of it would be good enough to Die anyway. None of it should be good enough, truth to be told. Heaving a huge sigh, Kaoru nodded, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re right. I’ll just save what I’ve got and we can get going.” There was a slight hint of defeat in his voice but he knew Die wouldn’t comment on that, neither of them would. They knew each other well enough to communicate without a single word being exchanged at times.
Die only nodded and Kaoru knew he would wait as long as it would take.
They had returned home already an hour ago but still neither of them had made it to bed yet. Instead, Kaoru was smoking his third cigarette in a row, trying to relax and banish the thoughts of work from his mind. He was leaning against the railing, standing out in the cool night air on their balcony. It was more just a small expansion than a real balcony, anyway, but it was enough to get some fresh air without the need to go down all those fourteen storeys. He had no clue why they still wanted to stay in that small shoebox of an apartment, they could afford better. Then again, they were away from home so much that it didn’t really matter, now did it.
He could feel the warmth seeping out when the door behind him was slid open, a flash of light escaping along with the light, before the door was shut again. He heard soft steps, and thus knew to expect the feeling of those warm, large palms resting on his hips. Die’s hair tickled his neck as the other man leaned in, pressing a hot kiss right below his ear, before he slid his long arms around his waist. “You stress too much.” The words were barely a soft murmur against Kaoru’s skin and he could feel Die smile slightly. He didn’t answer. They both knew that Die is right anyway, so why would Kaoru even try to deny that.
The silence was abruptly broken when Kaoru suddenly tilted his head backwards, enough to rest it on the taller man’s shoulder and to sneak a peek at him. “Do you ever wish you could predict the future?” It was just like him, being silent for ages and then suddenly coming up with a random question that could be anything from what shall we have for dinner tonight to what is the meaning of life. Usually he only did that when they were alone, though, and Die had always liked to think that it meant the other man felt completely comfortable around him, relaxed enough to speak whatever crossed his mind.
Although it might’ve been typical for Kaoru to ask these deep questions out of the blue, it didn’t mean Die always followed him. Even now, all he could do was to frown slightly, his sleep-deprived mind not able to form coherent connections between what he had said and what had followed. “What do you mean?”
Kaoru gave a small smile, one of those almost apologetic ones as he knew he should’ve explained the trail of his thoughts a bit better before blurting out his question. Patiently, he explained then, the lack of sleep making him a little less coherent and articulate than what he usually was. “Like, would you want to know beforehand if the next album is going to be a success, if we’re still going to make it for the next ten years in the business, if this all makes any sense?” One could see how tired he was, how overworked, and how it affected his mind right now.
Still, Die’s answer was simple. He didn’t even need to think about it, before he shook his head ever so slightly, his voice low but firm as he spoke up. “No.” The simple answer made Kaoru frown, but he didn’t have the chance to say anything to it before Die went on, his voice resonating in the air. “It’s not the destination, Kaoru. It’s the journey. And despite all, we’ve enjoyed every step of it.” Slowly, Kaoru nodded. That made sense. He had never wanted to make music just to sell records anyway. Ever since the beginning he had been in this for the music. For making what he felt passionate about.
Die wasn’t done though, after a short, silent pause he went on. “Besides,” Die smiled as he tightened the hold he had of Kaoru, turning him around in his arms without sacrificing any of the closeness. Their bodies were still close, their chests still touching, and Die’s arms still around Kaoru’s waist. “I can predict the most important part of the future. Us.”
That now was enough to make the older man smile. It was a love confession, after all, and it made this pleasant feeling well up inside of him. He nodded, leaning in so he could bring his face close to Die’s neck. In a slow movement, he ran his nose up the smooth skin, until he could press a small kiss on the younger man’s jaw. “You’re right.” He murmured lowly against that spot. “You’re right.”
The laughter that emerged from Die seemed to come from somewhere deep inside of him, full and deep. “Damn straight, I’m always right!” He pointed out cockily. “Besides, I can predict you something else from the future too,” Die winked, a deep sparkle in his eyes, leaned closer and breathed hotly against Kaoru’s neck in turn, “in exactly twenty-two minutes you will be begging for mercy as I nail you into the mattress.” The words were almost only mouthed against the tattoo right below Kaoru’s ear, yet they seemed to be enough to carry over the loud beating of his heart.
Kaoru couldn’t hold back a clear shudder. There wasn’t anything he could reply to that, now was there?
Exactly twenty-two minutes later Kaoru’s head was spinning, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His fingers were digging deep into the covers of the bed, the sheets crumpled as every movement of their joined bodies moved him on them. Die’s hand felt hot on his hip, his long fingers teasing him ably while he forced his way deep inside of him.
Who knew. Die really could predict the future.