ok, this is PWP, and my very first lemon, and the very first fic I've
ever had the urge to post. There are not many DXK or KXD fics out
there, and I love them, so I decided to make one of my very own ^_^
C&C are craved and appreciated, and if you feel the urge to mirror
it, just go right ahead, but email me so I can go look at it and be
all proud. *giggle* writing lemons is fun... I'm getting the urge to
write a whole bunch of these.
Kaoru smiled wryly to himself and sighed as he flipped on the TV and
slouched low on the sofa, stretching his aching legs out before him.
Practice had seemed unusually long today, Kyo was tired and pissed,
which made life that much more difficult for everyone around him.
Toshiya was out of sorts and distracted, messing up constantly, and
he hardly even acknowledged Kaoru's presence when he spoke to him,
staring down and mumbling at his feet. Die wouldn't leave Shinya
alone, even after the younger man had made it perfectly clear that he
was not up to dealing with the redhead's antics that day.
Finally, Kaoru had conceded to let them all go when Shinya stormed
out in an unwonted display of anger, leaving Die wide-eyed and
scratching his head. They were all pretty relieved to be out of
there, except Die, who just seemed slightly confused and extremely
Kaoru honestly hoped everyone got themselves sorted out soon. They
had a new single to record, and they'd never get to it if this kept
The guitarist popped the tab on a can of beer, wiping the
condensation of on his jeans and flipping channels to find what he
was looking for. Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz was airing, familiar and
comforting. He leaned back into the embrace of the cushions and let
the bright images take him away.
"Ne, Kaoru!" The purplehead was called out of his reverie by an
overly cheerful voice from his front door. Die's red puff of hair
could be seen peeking around the door from the hallway.
"Hey, Die," he sighed. "Come on in."
Before he could even finish speaking, Die had plopped himself down on
the cushions next to him.
"You want a beer?"
Die grinned and nodded, "Sure!" (*giggle* think Hiro from Tokyo
Kaoru couldn't help but smile as he fetched the entire six-pack from
the fridge. Die's mood was catchy, and just what he needed.
Dir en grey's leader's jaw dropped and he glowered at the redhead
when he got back to the TV room. Die sat calmly drinking Kaoru's beer
and had switched the channel over to watch wrestling. So much for Die
cheering him up, he thought as he sat down next to him and stared
holes in Die's head until the oblivious man noticed.
"Nan da?" Die eyes shifted around as he asked.
"Nan da?!" Kaoru mimicked, his brown eyes wide. "I was watching that!"
"But, I'm watching this…" Die blinked innocently at him.
"Tough crap! I was watching Gundam, and I was here first!" Kaoru
roughly grabbed the remote from Die's hands. (ne, they're like
"OY! Is that how you treat your guest?!" Die was yelling but his eyes
sparkled with mischief.
He reached over to grab the remote back, but Kaoru jerked it away
quickly. Die leaned further over as Kaoru continued moving away from
the redhead's grasp until he was backed into the corner of the couch,
the remote held as high as he could overhead, with Die leaning over
him, hand intertwined with Kaoru's on the remote.
Kaoru blinked up at Die's eyes from merely an inch away. "Ne, Die-
kun, it's my remote," he whispered weakly, swallowing.
"I know," Die husked, his lips curving up slightly at the corners.
"Then give it me," the older man requested.
Die's smile faded and his eyes darkened with unmistakable lust, "You
Kaoru's heart sped up and breathing suddenly seemed to take conscious
effort. Was Die really…? Only one way to find out.
"Yeah," Kaoru's breath caressed Die's cheek, "I want it."
"Good…" Die's free hand made a grab for Kaoru's other wrist, and the
remote clattered forgotten to the floor as Die adjusted his grip to
Koaru's wrist, pinning the purplehead's arms on either side of his
head. "Still want it?" Die smirked.
Kaoru growled up at him, the fire of challenge in his eyes. "Quit
Die laughed and lowered his head to bridge the short distance between
their mouths, forcing his tongue into the warm wetness of Kaoru's
with out waiting for permission. Kaoru responded in like, tongue
grappling for dominance against his friend's, lips bruising and
demanding. Die moaned and began to relax on top of Kaoru, arching his
clothed hardness into the other's. Kaoru took that moment to free his
arms from Die's grasp and he bit down sharply on Die's tongue.
"GAH!" Die pulled away, his mouth filling with blood.
Smiling evilly, the lead guitarist pulled his t-shirt off over his
head, and pushed his bandmate down on the couch.
"Too easy," he gave a half smile and moved to straddle Die's hips,
then swiftly and efficiently lifted the redhead's t-shirt over his
"Easy, huh?" Die sat up quickly, unbalancing his friend, who fell
back onto his back, and kneeling between Kaoru's opened legs. His
arms held Kaoru's shoulders down and he lowered his mouth to Kaoru's
smooth chest, his tongue exploring the silky skin he found there,
until he came upon one of Kaoru's hard, brown nipples. He latched
onto it, firmly pulling the nub between his teeth and biting down
hard. To Die's surprise, Kaoru didn't cry out or pull away. Instead,
he did just the opposite, moaning in ecstasy and arching his chest up
in a request for more. The rhythm guitarist pulled back and watched
in fascination as blood seeped out of the wound on the abused nipple,
and he bent down to lap it up before it could run off.
"Die," Kaoru gasped, "motto."
"Who's easy now?" Die lowered the zipper of Kaoru's jeans and slid
his hands around to caress his ass, sliding the jeans and boxers down
as he went, and flinging them to the floor.
"You are, you slut." Kaoru responded, his eyes dangerous and narrow.
Kaoru's long, white neck and prominent Adam's apple were more than
Die could stand, as he felt the overwhelming urge to devour them. He
flicked his tongue across the Adam's apple and began to suck it
lightly as he leaned into Kaoru, brushing the rough material of his
jeans against Kaoru's exposed length, coaxing a low noise from
somewhere deep within the lead guitarist's throat.
"So we like talking dirty, eh?" Die smirked, seeking out the pulse in
Kaoru's neck and biting hard enough to draw blood, leaving an expanse
of red and purple bruising around it.
"Fuck you," Kaoru half moaned, half growled it.
"Nuh-uh," Die said, moving his mouth up to bite and pull at Kaoru's
earlobe, "I'm gonna fuck you."
Kaoru's entire body shuddered in excitement. "Only if you suck me
Die sat up and glared down at Kaoru's grinning face. Lifting a fist,
he back-handed him across his sexy cheekbones, knocking the grin away.
"Tonight I tell you what to do. Got it?" Kaoru's breathing was
shallow and erratic as he nodded dumbly. His erection was almost
unbearable, had he known Die was rough, he'd have tried this with the
other guitarist long ago.
"Good," Die lowered his head and licked a slow trail up the thick
vein of Kaoru's erection, causing the tight ass in his hands to
twitch as the purplehead's hips tried to thrust upwards, wanting
more. "Now I wanna hear your voice." He told Kaoru as he took him
into his mouth, sucking on the head before taking as much of Kaoru as
he could into his mouth.
"Oh, God," Kaoru gulped, "Die… motto…"
One of Die's hands kneaded the smooth flesh of his ass while the
other sought out his entrance, fingertips massaging and loosening the
sphincter muscles before sliding in one, then two fingers.
"Die…" Kaoru moaned as Die's tongue continued it's torturous play
along his erection, his small hands tangled in the red strands of
Die pulled away as he felt Kaoru was about to cum, nipping the head
lightly with his teeth.
"Die…" Kaoru whined, his eyes wild and lost.
"Yes?" Die smiled innocently.
"I need… uhn…" he moved a hand down to finish what Die had started.
"I don't think so," Die pulled Kaoru's hand away painfully and
slapped Kaoru's thigh, leaving a red, hand-shaped imprint on the pale
"Please…" Kaoru pleaded.
"Are you begging me?" Die stripped out of his jeans, tossing them to
join Kaoru's on the floor.
"Just finish it!" Kaoru was growing desperate.
"We talked about this." Die snarled as he placed his hands around the
guitarist's throat, pushing his thumbs into the trachea hard enough
to be fair warning. "Are you telling me what to do?"
Kaoru shook his head in the negative, as well as he could with his
neck in Die's none-too-gentle grasp.
"No? It sure sounded like it." He released Kaoru's neck, and lifted
the man's head up off the cushions by a fist gripped tightly in his
purple hair. Kaoru coughed in air as he once again was able to
breathe. "Don't lie to me, Kaoru," he said around clenched
teeth. "Were you, or were you not just trying to tell me what to do?"
Kaoru flinched as the hand tightened its grip on his roots. "Yes," he
Abruptly, Kaoru's head was let go of, and it fell, cracking down hard
on the arm of the sofa, stars swimming into Kaoru's field of vision.
"You know what happens when you try to tell me what to do?" He took
Kaoru's lip between his teeth and let it slide back out. Die didn't
look like he wanted an answer, so Kaoru kept silent. "You get fucked
dry." He sat up and raked his short nails down Kaoru's thighs hard
enough to leave welts.
"Oh, God, yes." Kaoru gasped, spreading his legs even further, his
Die chuckled as he hitched one of Kaoru's knees over his shoulder.
He spread Kaoru's ass with his hands and positioned himself,
thrusting harshly into the lead guitarist's warmth without any other
Kaoru threw his head back and cried out at the intrusion, the pain
was so exquisite. Die groaned, Kaoru was so tight. He pulled out and
thrust back into that tightness that was Kaoru again. He could feel
Kaoru's insides tearing and the blood and Die's pre-cum soon
slickened the entrance as he built a rhythm between them. Kaoru once
again attempted to bring a hand down to work himself as Die fucked
him, but the redhead caught his hand and pulled it away, pinning down
the other arm as well. Die glared down at Kaoru and thrust in harder.
Kaoru's loss was quickly forgotten as Die hit something deep with in
him that scattered it like the flecks of light that now flashed
across vision. Kaoru moaned to wake the dead as Die struck that spot
over and over again, until finally it was too much. His body
shuddered and tensed and he cried out Die's name as he came on their
As Kaoru's muscles clenched around Die, it was enough to make him cum
as well, filling Kaoru's torn insides with his seed.
Die pulled out of Kaoru and bent to lick the purple haired man's
sticky essence off his stomach before collapsing on top of him,
listening to his bandmate's heartbeat return back to normal as the
sleepiness of afterglow took control. Die sighed against Kaoru's
chest and flicked his tongue out to lick the injured nipple
apologetically, before giving in to the warmth and comfort of Kaoru,
as sleep stole over him.
Kaoru folded his arms around the dozing figure that lay on top of
him, and reached down around on the floor for the forgotten remote
control. He smiled tiredly as he popped the tab on another beer and
flipped the channel back to catch the end of Endless Waltz.
hmmm... hopefully I will get better at this with practice, ne? It's
been so long since I decided to write something...
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