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Title: Friction (part 2. Filth)
Author: kabuki_ai
Beta: Kajikitsune
Paring: Die/Shinya
Rating/Genre: NC-17 for sex, graphic sex
A/C: this is the last part to Filth, you CAN read this if you havnt read Filth, only a couple thoughts you'll be like "huh?"
でも, if you want to read Part 1 you can find it here --> http://kabuki-ai.livejournal.com/3128.html#cutid1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dir en grey, The GazettE, alice nine, an cafe or Miyavi. I do not claim to know them personally and any similarities in my stories and life are purely coincidence. Dont sue me guys, i love you ;) ps- handjobs while driving is not a good idea if you attempt, thats your problem, not mine.
enjoy :)
Fear.
It clouds the others eye.
He has to look away.
Eye’s on the pavement, the orange dashes that separate right from wrong.
The sun casts an orange glow, splashes of various shades of pink stain the sky.
“Die…slow down…”
He looks at the other man. He’s clutching the window frame tightly.
Reluctantly, he eases the pressure on the gas pedal. You can see for miles.
It’s just Die and Shinya, and the western sky.
He glances at Shinya and bites lightly on his lip.
His hand slides over to Shinya’s and snakes between the closed fingers. Die squeezes the hand lovingly and rubs his thumb over Shinya’s.
There isn’t one thing in this world he loves more than feeling Shinya’s warm skin on his.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
Nostalgia.
It starts to flood his insides, seeping into every bone and vein.
However, it is, uncharacteristically, unaccompanied by sadness. It feels good to be here again. His eyes flash to the one sitting next to him, hair flying wildly about.
“Shinya?”
Finally, he forces his eye on the road. The orange glow becomes a memory as a passionate red peaks over the horizon. If Die could see behind him, he would see that the sky above head is already a dark blue, and smatters of stars are confidently sparkling.
“Hn?” came the reply.
“…”
He licks his lips, can’t focus on the road. Shinya makes it impossible. All he can think about is his lover sitting in the passenger’s seat.
Growing wondrous, they abandon Shinya’s hand and slide to the fabric of his jeans. He picks at it, plays with it.
What the hell is he waiting for?
Fingers creep to his inner thigh.
He can tell as Shinya tenses up, sits straight forward, and then relaxes.
His hands travel higher, and higher…
massaging his thigh.
Next to him, Shinya’s chest can be seen rising and falling with anticipation. His own heart beating erratically.
Skillfully, he undoes the small metal button clasping the jeans together, and yanks the zipper down.
He struggles to keep his eyes on the road.
He takes his length in his hand, rapidly hardening.
His arousing massage slowly turns to sliding up and down his cock.
Shinya tries to refrain from thrusting himself into Die’s hand, he has no such luck.
Shinya catches his breath as pleasure begins to build below his abdomen. He swallows thickly and slides his tongue over his lips. Die has control of him now, and he probably knows it too. He prays to the gods that he does get sadistic and start fucking with him now, as he neared an orgasm.
“Horny today, eh Shin-chan?”
Die smirks.
Shinya silently begs him to continue.
Precum coats Die’s hand; whose pace quickens.
A shudder ripples through his spine and with a few jerk into Die’s hand, he comes.
Everything seems to dim for a moment as a wave of pleasure settles in his body. He relaxes against the seat.
Die abandons Shinya’s member and brings his finger to his mouth, sucking his lover’s juices from his hand. He enjoys the taste with a mischievous smile plastered to his face.
The sun has gone. With a flick of his finger, he switched on the Brights.
His tongue dances along his lower lip, searching for any lingering taste of Shinya.
“Hmmm, Shinya…”
The words barely slip through his lips before he is assaulted by Shinya’s mouth on his, sucking hotly.
Panicking, he tears away.
“Shinya!” he yells in disbelief.
With a swift jerk to the right, he puts the car in “park”/
“Shin” he moans.
In the dark, he reaches over, lips meet his.
The tingling in his groin begins again.
His hand comes up and meets Shinya’s silky hair, keeping their faces pressed together.
Shinya’s hands struggle to find a spot on Die’s body to rest.
He settles for just holding onto his back.
He brings his legs up and wrap around Die’s waist.
One of Die’s hands glide down to the hem of Shinya’s shirt and he yanks it sky-ward.
Instead of being met by a rush of cool air, flesh meets hot flesh, and as friction goes, beads of sweat appear on his chest. And elsewhere.
Shinya is now picking at the bottom of Die’s flimsy t-shirt, he raises it slowly. Not wanting to pull it off so violently. It comes off. It’s forgotten the moment it leaves Shinya fingers.
He brings his hands to Die’s smooth chest.
He has to break away from Die’s abrasive kiss for a moment just to admire it. With sweat that coats it is driving him mad.
Die makes whimpering noise and claims Shinya’s lips again.
Shin’s fingers run over his nipples, his abs and rest over his belly button.
Wish growing anticipation and the remembrance of Shinya’s strange obsession with his chest and stomach, he hastily lifts Shinya from the seat. Just enough to pull his pants off.
Chills through his body at the sight.
His hands explore down to his hip bone and he teases the both of them by gently caressing Shinya’s balls.
Shinya moans in his ear.
Die quickly abandons Shinya’s need to undo his pants and drop them to the floor. He hits his head on the roof.
They are both naked.
Die is laying over Shinya; whose hair lie draped out of the window.
Am eager hand runs down Shinya’s perspiring body.
His hardness is pressing into Shinya’s tummy, aching for attention.
In a swift motion he moves his lower body between his legs, stopping at his entrance.
He hesitates, he’ll hurt him, he asks permission.
“Shinya…here?”
The younger is breathing heavily on his neck, kissing his shoulder, tasting the skin with his tongue.
“Here.”
He sighs but isn’t about to protest. Still…
He pushes himself into him as gently as possible; Shinya tightens his arms around his neck, and pulls out before entering him fully.
An open cry of pain.
The scream pierces his eardrums.
His eyes move to Shinya’s face, which he is trying to cradle in one hand.
Tears flow freely.
He almost feels conflicted.
He brushes the tear away and kissed his temple.
He pushes in again. A small yelp from his lover and then nothing could be heard but skin on skin, heavy breathing, moans.
A grunt slips past his lips.
He is slamming Shinya into the door.
His hand struggles to hold onto Shinya’s hips as he thrusts into him.
Sweat is dripping from his forehead off of his nose.
A short moan comes from the man his body is melting with.
He’s going to make him feel good.
He aims for that spot again.
Unexpectedly sharp nails dig into his back, Shinya screams with unabashed pleasure.
He comes, spilling his seed on their stomachs.
Die is breathing in less what you would call ‘deep’ or ‘heavy’ and more what you would call ‘panting’.
He feels ecstasy building in his lower body.
His thrusts become quick, forceful and impatient.
A haze is going over his mind.
He swallows thickly before coming inside Shinya.
His body slows, he pulls out.
For a while, all he focuses on is his rapid heartbeat and sickenly sweet feeling coating his body.
His eyes slip closed as he lay half on Shinya; whose is lazily running his fingernails up and down his back.
Their bodies try to cool from the heat they’ve created.
He’s on the brink of sleep, but a whine from Shinya telling him he is crushing him and Die is abruptly pushed off of him.
***
When Shinya wakes the moon still hangs high.
He inhales, breathing in Die’s scent.
‘What a wonderful thing to wake up to’ he thinks to himself.
He lay across his chest, with the other legs securely wrapped around his.
Slowing, he lifts his upper body and supports it with his elbow.
Eyes move to Die’s face.
His cheeks are flushed a soft pink.
He smiles and brushes the hair out of his face.
How long had it been? The answer didn’t come, nor did he want it to.
He lowers himself back unto the safety of Die’s chest and brings Die’s arm to rest on his back.
He’s sticky with sweat and come.
Somehow, he can’t find anything disgusting about it.
In a secret he swears he’ll never tell, he thinks it kind of sweet.
He stares at the skin until his eyelids become heavy again. They fall closed.
Beneath him, Die stirs, mumbling in his sleep.
Another arm comes around Shinya’s back and holds them tightly together.
With the shadow of a smile still playing on his lips, Shinya falls into unconsciousness.
Owari~