Song - Hakuei/Kyo - Oneshot
Title: Song
Author: To Semeku
Pairing: Hakuei/Kyo
Bands: Penicillin, Dir en grey
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this fanfiction belong to their respective selves.
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, Sex
Prompt #3: Acousticophilia
The bright lights illuminated the stage, creating a blanket of darkness elsewhere. The five individuals graced with this light were still… until the one who set the rhythm began to play. The next three followed, creating a more colorful melody with chords and rhythm. The last individual, however, remained still; he was silent, head down in concentration.
Then he began to sing into the microphone in front of him, his voice low at first but gaining volume. The voice carried an unsteady tone but grew confident; off key at first and then perfect. It was a beautiful and enchanting sound and the spectators were left in silent awe. One of these spectators wanted the beautiful vocals to sing only for him. The sound was pure and then tainted. This spectator only wanted to taint it more bringing it to the depths of corruption. That voice must be made his.
Hakuei crossed one leg over the other, shifting in his seat as he did so. He was enclosed in a box, a small VIP room he reserved for this particular concert. He was still unsure of what drove him to even bother to reserve a box but when he saw the posters adorning music shops, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.
“Kyo…” he breathed as he watched the small man continue to sing, the audience silent in his wake.
Kyo was a beautiful thing, his spiky blond hair poking out in every direction, black kohl lining his eyes, and black painted lips. He looked wild, untamable, and yet Hakuei wanted him as his own. Kyo swayed to the music as he sang, unknowing of the demon that had just laid his eyes on his prey. Innocent yet tainted, Kyo would be his.
Before the concert would end, Hakuei would finish his trap for the untamable animal onstage. It would be simple with the connections Hakuei had. Unable to turn his eyes away from the sight before him, Hakuei dug for the cell phone in his pocket and made the appropriate phone call requesting the young vocalist to make a visit with him after the concert. The trap was set, the victim already in the demon’s paws.
The VIP box was a convenient thing, it was sound proof on the inside and was spacious with a small dining area and a couch and several arm chairs. Hakuei was currently seated on the outer balcony which looked onto the stage, a perfect view of the entire stage. No, he couldn’t be inside missing any moment, missing the vocals that sang their heart out.
The song changed to a more upbeat one unlike the slow ballad that played moments before. Hakuei licked his lips with an anticipation of the treat he would have later. The dirty, corrupt words that left the small man’s mouth and the suggestive movements that caused the fans to cheer, the thought of all the things he could do to Kyo stirred an excitement in Hakuei. Did Kyo have to provide his little strip teases with the loose buttoned shirt half-open the clothing slipping off his shoulders? Kyo surpassed all expectations.
Hakuei placed his hands on his lap, hoping to ignore the trouble this excitement was causing him. Unfortunately for Hakuei, the contact his hands gave him only stirred the excitement more. With a frown, Hakuei stood and turned from the pretty youth on stage and retreated into his box. He closed the curtains looking onto the stage with a swing of his arm but left the doors that would prevent sound entering open. He couldn’t bear to miss the beautiful sounds that left Kyo’s black lips.
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Kyo let out a sigh as he walked offstage; he was purely exhausted. He wanted no more but to find a nice place to curl up and sleep, preferably his own bed. He didn’t care about the cosmetics left on his face. Sleep was more important.
Nonetheless, he followed his bandmates to the dressing room where he could take off his stage clothes and change into normal clothes. One of the stagehands stopped him, however, in his path following his bandmates.
“Kyo-san, Hakuei-san from the first VIP box called for you.”
Kyo let out a groan. Why right after a concert? He was tired. He didn’t even know the man so why should he heed the message. Kyo decided out of politeness to go, Hakuei was in the music industry longer than he was and was a more experienced vocalist. He dragged his feet to the VIP boxes but nonetheless made the effort to take his tired body up there.
He knocked on the door but after a few moments of hearing nothing, he turned away from the door ready to walk away. A door creaked and before Kyo could fully turn to look he was pulled backwards into Hakuei’s arms. The sudden shock of being pulled backwards gave Hakuei time to lock and latch the door. Kyo, although he didn’t realize it, was now within the demon’s box.
Hakuei grinned at the small man’s surprise. Kyo was so cute. He whipped the other around and pushed Kyo against the door, sealing their lips with a kiss. Kyo, again shocked at Hakuei’s quick movements was still but once realization hit he struggled against the taller man. Hakuei pulled away taking in the sight of his prey. Kyo was flustered, his face slightly red, hair more tousled than before. His makeup was still present though his black painted lips were smeared from contact.
Kyo breathed heavily, “…W-why?”
Hakuei grinned once again, looking like a cat that had its prey cornered and yet still wanted to play. “You really are unaware of what you are?”
“What I…?”
“You’re beautiful…” Hakuei breathed into Kyo’s ear, making the smaller one shudder at the feel. “…and you’re mine.”
Hakuei pulled the exhausted man to the small area of carpet, pushing him with just enough force to the floor. Kyo’s eyes grew wide, finally taking in what Hakuei truly desired. He tried to push the other man away but Hakuei was both taller and heavier. Hakuei appeared truly demonical, his eyes glinting dangerously. Kyo’s realization was too late, much too late.
Hakuei reached behind him for the belt he discarded for his activities earlier. Holding Kyo’s wrists together in one hand and straddling Kyo, Hakuei wrapped the belt around Kyo’s thin wrists twice before latching the belt. It was tight enough for Kyo not to escape but not tight enough to cut off circulation.
Hakuei bent to kiss Kyo once again, Kyo closing his eyes trying to avoid looking at the other man. He was trying to think of a way out of this. He didn’t want to be violated. Kyo let out a scream as loud as his sore throat would let him but Hakuei only let out a small laugh.
“Scream all you want. You may not know, but these VIP boxes are sound proof. Isn’t it convenient?”
Kyo ceased his screams, not wanting to waste his energy. Maybe his bandmates would wonder what happened to him and come looking for him. Surely they would.
Hakuei frowned, “Why’d you stop? I love your vocals; use them for me, and only for me.”
Hakuei bent over to lick Kyo’s neck and Kyo let out a small cry at the wet appendage on such a sensitive area.
“Sensitive aren’t we?”
Hakuei continued to lick Kyo’s neck, kissing and biting along the way, marking Kyo as only his. Using one of his hands, he reached down to unbutton and unzip Kyo’s pants, slipping his hand in to grasp the raw flesh. Kyo cried out once again at contact on such a sensitive area and as Hakuei moved his hand skillfully, Kyo arched his back to receive more of the addicting touches.
Hakuei still straddled Kyo, removing his hand from Kyo’s flesh to remove his shirt and to slip Kyo’s off his thin shoulders. Hakuei pulled down Kyo’s pants, raising himself to do so and then unbuttoned and removed his own. Kyo didn’t attempt to escape; he was exhausted and was panting from the sweet contact that Hakuei provided. Hakuei was a demon no one could resist.
Kyo threw his head back eyes closed with small noises as Hakuei drove one finger inside the tight area and cried louder when Hakuei inserted another. Kyo was untouched in that area and such contact had made him excited whether he desired to or not. Primordial instinct ruled as his body’s desires were made clear.
After preparation seemed to be satisfactory, Hakuei positioned himself and thrust in slowly, Kyo’s screams breaking the air.
Hakuei leaned over, into Kyo’s ear, “Yes, sing for me, my beauty. Sing for me, and only me.”
And Kyo sang for him that night, as Hakuei made Kyo his, Kyo’s cries of pain and then pleasure only reaching the ears of the demon and his prey.
Author: To Semeku
Pairing: Hakuei/Kyo
Bands: Penicillin, Dir en grey
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this fanfiction belong to their respective selves.
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, Sex
Prompt #3: Acousticophilia
The bright lights illuminated the stage, creating a blanket of darkness elsewhere. The five individuals graced with this light were still… until the one who set the rhythm began to play. The next three followed, creating a more colorful melody with chords and rhythm. The last individual, however, remained still; he was silent, head down in concentration.
Then he began to sing into the microphone in front of him, his voice low at first but gaining volume. The voice carried an unsteady tone but grew confident; off key at first and then perfect. It was a beautiful and enchanting sound and the spectators were left in silent awe. One of these spectators wanted the beautiful vocals to sing only for him. The sound was pure and then tainted. This spectator only wanted to taint it more bringing it to the depths of corruption. That voice must be made his.
Hakuei crossed one leg over the other, shifting in his seat as he did so. He was enclosed in a box, a small VIP room he reserved for this particular concert. He was still unsure of what drove him to even bother to reserve a box but when he saw the posters adorning music shops, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.
“Kyo…” he breathed as he watched the small man continue to sing, the audience silent in his wake.
Kyo was a beautiful thing, his spiky blond hair poking out in every direction, black kohl lining his eyes, and black painted lips. He looked wild, untamable, and yet Hakuei wanted him as his own. Kyo swayed to the music as he sang, unknowing of the demon that had just laid his eyes on his prey. Innocent yet tainted, Kyo would be his.
Before the concert would end, Hakuei would finish his trap for the untamable animal onstage. It would be simple with the connections Hakuei had. Unable to turn his eyes away from the sight before him, Hakuei dug for the cell phone in his pocket and made the appropriate phone call requesting the young vocalist to make a visit with him after the concert. The trap was set, the victim already in the demon’s paws.
The VIP box was a convenient thing, it was sound proof on the inside and was spacious with a small dining area and a couch and several arm chairs. Hakuei was currently seated on the outer balcony which looked onto the stage, a perfect view of the entire stage. No, he couldn’t be inside missing any moment, missing the vocals that sang their heart out.
The song changed to a more upbeat one unlike the slow ballad that played moments before. Hakuei licked his lips with an anticipation of the treat he would have later. The dirty, corrupt words that left the small man’s mouth and the suggestive movements that caused the fans to cheer, the thought of all the things he could do to Kyo stirred an excitement in Hakuei. Did Kyo have to provide his little strip teases with the loose buttoned shirt half-open the clothing slipping off his shoulders? Kyo surpassed all expectations.
Hakuei placed his hands on his lap, hoping to ignore the trouble this excitement was causing him. Unfortunately for Hakuei, the contact his hands gave him only stirred the excitement more. With a frown, Hakuei stood and turned from the pretty youth on stage and retreated into his box. He closed the curtains looking onto the stage with a swing of his arm but left the doors that would prevent sound entering open. He couldn’t bear to miss the beautiful sounds that left Kyo’s black lips.
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Kyo let out a sigh as he walked offstage; he was purely exhausted. He wanted no more but to find a nice place to curl up and sleep, preferably his own bed. He didn’t care about the cosmetics left on his face. Sleep was more important.
Nonetheless, he followed his bandmates to the dressing room where he could take off his stage clothes and change into normal clothes. One of the stagehands stopped him, however, in his path following his bandmates.
“Kyo-san, Hakuei-san from the first VIP box called for you.”
Kyo let out a groan. Why right after a concert? He was tired. He didn’t even know the man so why should he heed the message. Kyo decided out of politeness to go, Hakuei was in the music industry longer than he was and was a more experienced vocalist. He dragged his feet to the VIP boxes but nonetheless made the effort to take his tired body up there.
He knocked on the door but after a few moments of hearing nothing, he turned away from the door ready to walk away. A door creaked and before Kyo could fully turn to look he was pulled backwards into Hakuei’s arms. The sudden shock of being pulled backwards gave Hakuei time to lock and latch the door. Kyo, although he didn’t realize it, was now within the demon’s box.
Hakuei grinned at the small man’s surprise. Kyo was so cute. He whipped the other around and pushed Kyo against the door, sealing their lips with a kiss. Kyo, again shocked at Hakuei’s quick movements was still but once realization hit he struggled against the taller man. Hakuei pulled away taking in the sight of his prey. Kyo was flustered, his face slightly red, hair more tousled than before. His makeup was still present though his black painted lips were smeared from contact.
Kyo breathed heavily, “…W-why?”
Hakuei grinned once again, looking like a cat that had its prey cornered and yet still wanted to play. “You really are unaware of what you are?”
“What I…?”
“You’re beautiful…” Hakuei breathed into Kyo’s ear, making the smaller one shudder at the feel. “…and you’re mine.”
Hakuei pulled the exhausted man to the small area of carpet, pushing him with just enough force to the floor. Kyo’s eyes grew wide, finally taking in what Hakuei truly desired. He tried to push the other man away but Hakuei was both taller and heavier. Hakuei appeared truly demonical, his eyes glinting dangerously. Kyo’s realization was too late, much too late.
Hakuei reached behind him for the belt he discarded for his activities earlier. Holding Kyo’s wrists together in one hand and straddling Kyo, Hakuei wrapped the belt around Kyo’s thin wrists twice before latching the belt. It was tight enough for Kyo not to escape but not tight enough to cut off circulation.
Hakuei bent to kiss Kyo once again, Kyo closing his eyes trying to avoid looking at the other man. He was trying to think of a way out of this. He didn’t want to be violated. Kyo let out a scream as loud as his sore throat would let him but Hakuei only let out a small laugh.
“Scream all you want. You may not know, but these VIP boxes are sound proof. Isn’t it convenient?”
Kyo ceased his screams, not wanting to waste his energy. Maybe his bandmates would wonder what happened to him and come looking for him. Surely they would.
Hakuei frowned, “Why’d you stop? I love your vocals; use them for me, and only for me.”
Hakuei bent over to lick Kyo’s neck and Kyo let out a small cry at the wet appendage on such a sensitive area.
“Sensitive aren’t we?”
Hakuei continued to lick Kyo’s neck, kissing and biting along the way, marking Kyo as only his. Using one of his hands, he reached down to unbutton and unzip Kyo’s pants, slipping his hand in to grasp the raw flesh. Kyo cried out once again at contact on such a sensitive area and as Hakuei moved his hand skillfully, Kyo arched his back to receive more of the addicting touches.
Hakuei still straddled Kyo, removing his hand from Kyo’s flesh to remove his shirt and to slip Kyo’s off his thin shoulders. Hakuei pulled down Kyo’s pants, raising himself to do so and then unbuttoned and removed his own. Kyo didn’t attempt to escape; he was exhausted and was panting from the sweet contact that Hakuei provided. Hakuei was a demon no one could resist.
Kyo threw his head back eyes closed with small noises as Hakuei drove one finger inside the tight area and cried louder when Hakuei inserted another. Kyo was untouched in that area and such contact had made him excited whether he desired to or not. Primordial instinct ruled as his body’s desires were made clear.
After preparation seemed to be satisfactory, Hakuei positioned himself and thrust in slowly, Kyo’s screams breaking the air.
Hakuei leaned over, into Kyo’s ear, “Yes, sing for me, my beauty. Sing for me, and only me.”
And Kyo sang for him that night, as Hakuei made Kyo his, Kyo’s cries of pain and then pleasure only reaching the ears of the demon and his prey.