[ONESHOT] Sweet Torment

May 27, 2009 12:21


Title: Sweet Torment
Band/Pairing: Vidoll / JuixShun
Author:kikutan 
Rating: R-NC-17
Warnings: Manxman lovings; smut
Summary: Jui just adores torturing Shun.
Notes: Written for liangzhu  at the vk_springsmut  community. I’ve never really written Vidoll fan fiction before, but I have Rped as Jui, Rame, and Tero and I read their blogs often enough. So I hope this is okay! And thanks tosinlesstomorrow  for beta-reading for me! <3



Jui was always mean to him. No explanations, no apparent reasons, he just always seemed to enjoy tormenting Shun. It didn’t matter where, how or who happened to be around. The vocalist just did whatever the hell he wanted, and it was kind of terrifying.

Moreover, it wasn’t as if Jui was mean to anyone else, no, just Shun. Shun supposed it was due to a lack of history between them; he had that with Tero and Rame. But if that were it, then why not Giru too? The lead guitarist just couldn’t figure it out, especially considering how often he complimented the vocalist in his blog entries. But then again, maybe Jui was so used to the praise that it didn’t affect him, or perhaps sick of it? Or maybe he was just sick of Shun in general.

But he hadn’t done anything had he? He couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t really around the vocalist often enough, alone, to be able to ask; to set things straight between them. Oh, he wanted to, but there was never the opportunity.

---

While Shun was contemplating all this, sitting in front of a vanity and cleaning off his makeup from the day’s shoot, Jui was sneaking into the room with a video camera in hand. The lead guitarist didn’t notice anything, too occupied with his thoughts, until Jui had his arm slung over his shoulders and the camera on and facing the mirror to record them.

Shun jumped and blinked up at the vocalist, his hand clapping over his mouth as he did so. “Eh? O--Ojui…”

“What were you so deep in thought about Shun-kun?” Jui smirked, angling the camera to record them without obscuring their faces.

“N--Nothing…” Shun bit his lip and averted his eyes, letting his hand drop to his lap as a blush covered his cheeks.

“Don’t lie to me Shun-kun.” the vocalist chuckled almost darkly and then leaned a bit closer to allow his lips to ghost over the other man’s ear. “Were you thinking about me?”

“N--No I wasn’t.” the guitarist gulped and looked back at the other through the mirror only to flinch and look away from the camera again.

“So you were, huh?” Jui’s smirk turned almost pleasant as he looked at the poor guitarist, “Well that’s good because I was thinking about you too.”

“Why are you here, Ojui?”

“To spend time with you of course.” Jui blinked, as if shocked by the accusatory tone in the other man’s voice.

“And the camera?”

“To make it more interesting.” the vocalist laughed softly and then turned Shun’s head to face him, slanting his lips across the brunette’s.

Shun stayed in place for a moment, too shocked to do anything else, and then he was turning his head away; breaking the kiss much to Jui’s disappointment.

“Ne, Shun, why’d you do that?” the blonde man pouted for a moment before turning the other’s head back and kissing him again.

Shun struggled for a moment before giving in and relaxing against Jui’s chest with a small noise escaping him, muffled by the kiss. He could feel Jui’s smirk against his mouth but at this point, he was too lost in the feeling to care.

The blonde man pushed his tongue passed Shun’s lips and let out a small pleasured noise of his own, enjoying his torture more then he probably should have. He moved his hand from the side of Shun’s face to hold onto the back of the man’s head, threading his fingers through the other’s hair. And Shun couldn’t help but to turn slightly on his stool, lifting one arm to wrap it halfway around the vocalist’s torso. Both of them became completely oblivious to their surroundings and the open door to the dressing room.

Until, of course, someone cleared their throat from the doorway. Reluctantly, Jui pulled away from the kiss and turned to see Tero staring at them with a lifted brow and a telling smirk.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along so well. But shouldn’t that be done…say…at home?” the red head barked out a laugh before turning around at the sound of Rame calling his name.

Shun quickly pulled himself away from Jui, grabbing his things and making his way to the door. The vocalist let out a disappointed noise, stopped the camera and followed the guitarist, scowling at a grinning Tero on the way out.

On the way out, Shun kept his pace fast though he knew Jui would soon catch up. He bit his lip as he exited the building, looking both ways across the parking lot before hurrying in the direction of the train station.

“Oi! Shun!” The guitarist paused and looked behind him to see Jui and sighed before continuing on his way, not wanting to miss the train home though it didn’t really matter. There would be plenty more trains before the last one that evening.

He froze when a hand was suddenly clamped onto his shoulder and he turned around very slowly to face the blonde vocalist who was panting beside him now.

“What do you want, Ojui?”

“I’m coming with you, of course.” Jui offered a disarming smile but Shun wasn’t buying it. He knew what the vocalist wanted and it only helped make him feel more uneasy.

“Why?”

“Why not?” Jui batted his eyelashes, worked his charm and inwardly cheered when Shun finally sighed, shrugged his shoulders and conceded.

“Fine.” with a roll of his eyes, he continued on to the train station with Jui following. His thoughts were a maze of confusion at the blonde’s sudden good nature towards him. And he vaguely wondered what sort of torture Jui had in store for him within his own home.

---

About an hour later saw the two men entering the elevator of Shun’s apartment, a devious smirk starting to stretch across Jui’s face as they did. Shun had taken to practically ignoring Jui, lost in his thoughts, so he didn’t notice when the vocalist pressed the stop button as soon as they were alone in the box somewhere between two floors. He didn’t notice anything until the elevator lurched to a stop, causing him to back up into the wall and Jui to fall against him.

“What happened?” he looked suspiciously at the blonde for a moment before looking around the elevator. There was nothing off about anything aside from its lack of movement and Jui’s lips suddenly latched onto the side of his neck.

“It’s not important Shun,” the vocalist murmured before he pulled the guitarist down towards him for a kiss. He wasted no time in sliding his tongue passed Shun’s shocked lips, quickly engaging the other in a timeless battle for dominance.

The guitarist couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss, it was the second time that day that he’d given in to the vocalist and he knew it wouldn’t be the last; he just couldn’t help it. He dropped his bag and let his arms slide around Jui, letting out a soft noise as the other’s deft fingers slipped between his legs.

Jui’s kisses trailed from Shun’s lips, across his jaw, down his neck and back again. And then they were interrupted by a crackling noise coming from the help box behind them.

“Is everything okay?” the mechanical voice filled the elevator and Jui and Shun couldn’t help but to burst out into laughter. Jui reached over to get the elevator moving again, pressing the button for Shun’s floor once more and then pressing himself against the guitarist yet again, ignoring the voice completely.

The door opened a moment later, and Jui practically had to pull Shun out of the metal contraption. The guitarist seemed to be too shocked by what happened in the elevator to be able to move on his own. They moved down the hall to Shun’s apartment and when they were standing outside the door, Jui slid his hand into the other’s back pocket.

Shun stiffened slightly and fumbled through his bag for his keys, barely managing to get them out and into the lock without dropping them, what with Jui’s hand grabbing him in his pocket. He finally managed to open the door and didn’t resist as Jui pushed him into the apartment. What he did resist, however, was Jui’s lips once more on his own.

“Oi, Shun, what are you doing?” Jui pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently on the ground.

“Nothing.” Shun shook his head, avoiding looking at the vocalist and biting his lip nervously.

“Bullshit it’s nothing.” Jui glared and moved over to the guitarist, shoving Shun up against the wall and holding his face between surprisingly strong hands. Shun bit his lip, trying very hard not to look at Jui. “Stop…” the nearly silent command made the guitarist freeze and slowly bring his eyes back to look at Jui.

“Why?” his voice was barely a whisper and Shun wished he could have sounded stronger and surer of himself.

“Because I want you.” They were kissing again and Shun could do nothing more than react favorably. His hands lifted to grab onto Jui’s shirt, twisting his fingers in the material and moaning softly into the vocalist’s mouth. He didn’t want to give in and he didn’t want to admit that he wanted the blonde man just as much. He could barley admit to himself that he actually enjoyed lots of the sweet torture that Jui inflicted on him.

Somehow they managed to make it from the entryway to the bedroom, lips locked and hands everywhere. Time seemed to move sporadically, kisses in slow motion, but before he knew it, he was shirtless, on his back on the bed with Jui’s lips tracing the ink on his stomach, catching the barbell there with a slight tug. His fingers tangled in the blonde’s hair and he was unconsciously pushing the vocalist further down, making his desires obvious.

Jui smirked as he looked up at Shun from the guitarist’s stomach, moving his fingers in tiny designs over the inked span of skin and then he was undoing the taller man’s pants and pulling them down slim, toned legs along with the other man’s underwear. Shun groaned and covered his face, he couldn’t believe this was happening, didn’t really want to. He was so used to avoiding the vocalist that all the confrontation between them today was something he couldn’t adjust to. His mind refused to work properly, urging him to encourage the blonde when he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He kicked his pants off the rest of the way and then watched with lust-hazed eyes as Jui removed his own pants, somehow managing to get away with not wearing anything else between him and the tight material of the pants he’d been wearing. The guitarist let out a loud noise and closed his eyes, he couldn’t believe any of this was happening and he almost wished it weren’t, if only it didn’t feel so good.

As soon as he opened his eyes again, Shun was greeted with the pleasant sight of Jui bending down over his cock, taking it in hand with a tight grip and giving it a few strokes before taking the head between his lips. The whole time, the vocalist’s eyes were focused on Shun’s face, not moving even as he started bobbing his head along the hard length. Shun was amazed by the focus the other man possessed and wondered how it was possible when faced with a situation so arousing; but then, he wasn’t sure if Jui enjoyed sucking cock, not everyone did after all.

“Fuck…” he groaned and covered his face with his hands, letting all his noises become muffled regardless of the suddenly dark look the blonde was wearing.

“Shun,” the anger in the vocalist’s voice shook the guitarist and he was moving his hands and looking uncertainly at the other man. Jui crawled back up the guitarist‘s body, bringing one of Shun’s legs with him until the brunette was grimacing from the tension it created. “I want to hear you scream my name.” The smirk on the vocalist’s face was terrifying and Shun could do nothing but nod in acquiescence.

And then Jui’s fingers were pressing roughly against that ring of muscles and Shun was letting out one pained whimper after the other, but the vocalist didn’t stop. Pause maybe, to slick his fingers with saliva but then he was there again, stretching him. The guitarist bit his lip and turned his head to the side, flinging his arm over his eyes in an attempt to hide the tears forcing their way out of his eyes.

He didn’t realize when it happened, but somewhere amongst all the pain there was a pleasure that he’d never felt before, something beyond jerking yourself to completion. Shun gasped as Jui slid a second finger inside of him, the pain having dissipated into a dull burning sensation that was just odd more than it was painful. He turned to look at the vocalist only to have his lips claimed in a powerful kiss to which he responded whole heartedly, his arms wrapping around Jui‘s neck and his fingers sliding into the blonde hair.

The kiss lasted a moment longer before the blonde man was breaking it and looking down, guiding his cock to replace his fingers. The girth was more than a couple of fingers could compare to and Shun was gritting his teeth against the pain, his face pressing into Jui’s neck much to the vocalist’s delight.

Jui held still for a moment, he understood the pain full well; of course he’d had to deal with it at one point too. The whole time he held still he ran his fingers delicately along the other man’s sides, trailing the soft touch up and down, making slight designs until he felt Shun relax around him and saw it reflect in his face. The guitarist’s breathing became less rough, his shoulders less tense, the death grip around Jui’s neck loosening until Shun was flopping back onto the bed, managing to lift his hips against the blonde’s as he did so and tearing an involuntary groan from his throat. Jui smirked and took that as a sign for him to continue.

Gripping the leg resting against his shoulder with a firm hand, Jui leaned over the guitarist, one hand on the bed as he started to thrust into the other. Shun released groan after groan with every thrust into him. Jui was definitely proud of himself for both the noises and the red flush that seemed to be rising on every inch of Shun’s skin. He leaned closer to the younger man; breath wafting across Shun’s neck and face, the guitarist opened his eyes and let out another loud noise as the vocalist gave a particularly hard thrust.

“You’re so cute Shun,” the blonde murmured, grinning almost cruelly as he sped up his thrusts and put more force into them. Brandishing his teeth, Jui nipped at the other man’s chin and then lower to Shun’s neck and collarbone. And as he did this, the guitarist was writhing beneath him, trying to get out how much he disagreed with that statement while trying to override the pleasure coursing through his system. Obviously though, he was failing.

“Nnh…please…” he gasped out, reaching an arm out to place his hand against Jui’s ass, as if grabbing the vocalist would make the pleasure increase. Though it did seem to have a favorable reaction seeing as Jui almost immediately leaned over him and quickened his pace, a hand reaching between them to grip Shun’s cock, jerking in time with his own thrusts.

It was almost becoming too much, the nearing to the edge, the need to release but also the need to continue to please Jui. To allow himself to be tortured so deliciously. His hands moved up the blondes back as he arched into Jui’s hand, the coil in the pit of his stomach going tighter and tighter until he was releasing on the vocalist’s fingers and his own stomach. He cried out, covering his face with one hand as he came, a blush coloring his pale skin.

Jui was soon to follow, giving a few more final thrusts and then stiffening while burying himself deep inside the guitarist, a shudder rolling through his body. And then he was giving a few more final thrusts, making small noises in the back of his throat as he did so. He pulled out of Shun a moment later and crawled onto the bed next to the taller man, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist and smiling devilishly. Perhaps he was just a bit too satisfied with the outcome of this than Shun thought he should have been.

“Why do you do this to me?” Shun mumbled while turning to press himself against the vocalist, his face pressing against the blonde man’s neck, much to said vocalist’s delight.

“Because it’s fun.” Jui mumbled back, reaching blindly on the bed for the blankets, there was a chill coming from somewhere and he wanted to deflect it as best he could. The last thing he needed was for either of them to catch a cold.

“You’re so mean.” the brunette said quietly, the sound of his voice making it obvious he was pouting, the skin of his neck and his ears radiating a soft heat that told Jui the other man was blushing still.

“Only because you like it that way.” the vocalist returned quietly, and that was the last thing either of the exhausted men said before falling asleep.

vidoll; jui; shun; torment

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