He's Drunk - DiexShinya - Dir en grey - 1/1
Title: He's Drunk
Chapters: oneshot
Author: melinen aka daishimel
Genre: general/romance
Disclaimer: The same old song aka no owning
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: DiexShinya
Synopsis: --Die looks up at him and smirks, he’s drunk, but Shinya cannot blame him for he is just the same, himself.
Comments: Written for die_shinya's Christmas calendar, Day 2. There are still a few days left to be claimed... *hint*
It’s late (or early, depending on the viewpoint); the early hours of the morning are approaching and the darkness of the night is slowly surrendering to the first curious rays of the rising sun.
Shinya sees it all from behind the obstacle in front of him, for Die has him pinned against the wall, body flush against his and Shinya can feel the other’s breathing moving down, down, down on him, in him, surrounding him with the uneven puffs of air escaping the guitarist’s half open mouth, and all he can do is to hold onto something, anything; Die looks up at him and smirks, he’s drunk, but Shinya cannot blame him for he is just the same, himself.
Die is laughing at something, the sound rich and melodious despite his condition - but then again, Die has been known to hold his liquor well - and Shinya reaches out a hand, his touch enough to turn the teasing glint in the other’s eyes into something completely different; there is hunger there in his gaze, neverending, passionate hunger for him and him only.
A small gasp leaves Shinya’s lips, the intensity of the situation nearly more than he can take; Die’s hands are moving freely over his body, taking in every little detail - he’s caressing him, marking him, devouring him in ways Shinya has never been prepared for. Still, he lets him continue, offers himself to be taken so wholly, until all there is left is their rough breathing intermingled, and something inside of him shatters.
And when the morning comes, Shinya stirrs from his slumber only to find himself in Die’s bed, Die’s scent around him like a warm blanket, and Die’s hand resting against his stomach, just above his belly button. He turns his head, sleepy eyes looking for their pair; Die’s asleep, chest raising and falling evenly, eyelids moving slightly as an indication of a dream the other is probably having.
Shinya’s smile is soft when he snuggles closer to his lover and allows his eyes to fall shut, too.
Chapters: oneshot
Author: melinen aka daishimel
Genre: general/romance
Disclaimer: The same old song aka no owning
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: DiexShinya
Synopsis: --Die looks up at him and smirks, he’s drunk, but Shinya cannot blame him for he is just the same, himself.
Comments: Written for die_shinya's Christmas calendar, Day 2. There are still a few days left to be claimed... *hint*
It’s late (or early, depending on the viewpoint); the early hours of the morning are approaching and the darkness of the night is slowly surrendering to the first curious rays of the rising sun.
Shinya sees it all from behind the obstacle in front of him, for Die has him pinned against the wall, body flush against his and Shinya can feel the other’s breathing moving down, down, down on him, in him, surrounding him with the uneven puffs of air escaping the guitarist’s half open mouth, and all he can do is to hold onto something, anything; Die looks up at him and smirks, he’s drunk, but Shinya cannot blame him for he is just the same, himself.
Die is laughing at something, the sound rich and melodious despite his condition - but then again, Die has been known to hold his liquor well - and Shinya reaches out a hand, his touch enough to turn the teasing glint in the other’s eyes into something completely different; there is hunger there in his gaze, neverending, passionate hunger for him and him only.
A small gasp leaves Shinya’s lips, the intensity of the situation nearly more than he can take; Die’s hands are moving freely over his body, taking in every little detail - he’s caressing him, marking him, devouring him in ways Shinya has never been prepared for. Still, he lets him continue, offers himself to be taken so wholly, until all there is left is their rough breathing intermingled, and something inside of him shatters.
And when the morning comes, Shinya stirrs from his slumber only to find himself in Die’s bed, Die’s scent around him like a warm blanket, and Die’s hand resting against his stomach, just above his belly button. He turns his head, sleepy eyes looking for their pair; Die’s asleep, chest raising and falling evenly, eyelids moving slightly as an indication of a dream the other is probably having.
Shinya’s smile is soft when he snuggles closer to his lover and allows his eyes to fall shut, too.