Summer Contest 09
Title: Headrush.
Author: Onesquishedcat
Chapter: Sequel (it's a oneshot though)
Rating: NC17
Beta: None. No timeee
Warnings: Physical abuse, Faceshot(?)
Pairing: Kyo x Toshiya
Disclaimer: Kyo belongs to Totchi and vice versa.
Summary: It was time to turn the tables.
Notes: For the Summer Contest 09, and all the people that felt bad for Kyo from my last contest entry, "Mindfuck."
It was like a game. A game he was determined to win.
The air was hot and humid, even this late at night. Body feeling sluggish despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he collapsed in a chair, breathing hard. Another live, another nameless city, and another game to play. Cracking open an eye from where he leaned on the table, he growled low in his throat as he caught sight of a pale, lean back, drenched in sweat. He needed it, now. But he was sick of the same rules. It was time to turn the tables.
Heaving a sigh, he stood from the chair, the steel making a rather obvious scraping sound across the floor. Ignoring the attention he knew he now had, the vocalist kept his facade of exhaustion and walked slowly out of the dressing room, smirking inwardly when he heard shuffling steps coming up behind him. Perfect.
He quickened his steps, drawing out the chase until he reached the washroom. Immediately upon entering, he flicked off the lights, and stood off to the side as he waited.
The shitty lighting in the hall didn't illuminate much as Toshiya pushed open the door a few moments later, knowing something was off as soon as the door swung shut behind him. The bathroom was scarcely lit by a subtle orange glow, thanks to the open window on the far wall. "Kyo..?" He called hesitantly, thinking for a moment that the older man had left through it. But then he heard a lock click, whirling around to see the vague outline of the shorter man against the door, an almost sinister smirk on his face. "Well, well. What do I have here?"
His voice was low and mocking, in perfect reference to the bassist's usual line. It made the paler man's skin crawl. "I believe I should be asking you the same thing," He tried to cover, ignoring the way his voice wavered. Fuck. Taking a step forward, and then another, he pressed himself up against the vocalist's smaller body, pinning him against the door. "Were you trying to best me, Kyo-chan?" He smirked, feeling the blonde shift. He would always..
Toshiya let out a surprised groan as a fist connected with his stomach, and when he doubled over, hands at his shoulders pushing him to the floor. Kyo stepped over him, leaning down with that same maniacal smirk. "I believe it's my turn." Stepping over him completely, Kyo grabbed him by the hair, tugging viciously on it and thereby forcing the taller man to follow. He dragged him over to the sinks, throwing him against the floor in front of them. Gazing down at the panting brunette, Kyo slid his hand once more in sweaty locks, forcing that half-shaven head up and back, looking down into resentful eyes. He smiled, but it was sick. "Aw, what's the matter, Totchi-chan?" With his other hand, he began pushing down his pants, watching the younger man's eyes glance there more then once. "Don't want to play anymore?" Holding Toshiya's head still with one hand and himself with the other, he watched Toshiya watch him stroke himself, not missing the way the bassist licked his lips. He pushed just a little closer, spreading his precum around the dark-haired man's lips, but pulling back when Toshiya opened his mouth. "Too bad I won't let you." Smirk widening at the growl from the younger man, Kyo once again used his grip to tug the taller man up, this time to stand and bend over the counter. Pressing himself to Toshiya's back, the vocalist's hands moved around to undo the taller man's pants, ripping them and the other man's boxers down to mid thigh. When Toshiya tried to stand, Kyo slammed his hips into the bassist's ass, and used a hand on the back of his neck to force him back over the sink. "Don't even fucking think about it."
Keeping a hand there to make sure the bassist stayed put, Kyo spit into his hand and stroked himself a few times, even now not mean enough to take Toshiya dry. That was completely heartless, and not part of the game. Lining himself up with the darker-haired man's entrance, he forced himself inside, taking only a second to breathe and let the other man adjust before beginning to move, holding onto the taller man's hips for leverage as he fucked him into the counter. Toshiya took the hint, bending lower and yet biting back any moans. He would not give Kyo the satisfaction of hearing how much he liked it. Unfourtunately for him, Kyo realized what he was doing, slowing his pace and reaching up to yank on the bassist's hair again, forcing his gaze up to the mirror. "I want you to watch as I fuck you, I want you to watch and scream, and beg me for release," He growled, holding his gaze in the mirror as he began to move again. Toshiya bit his lip, trying to hold it in, but a chance hit to his prostate had him crying out, and then it was like he couldn't stop. His moans got louder and harsher, cursing as the pleasure built in his system. "Nhh, Kyo, fuck, harder..!"
And Kyo wasn't one to disappoint, his grip on the taller man's hips bruising as he felt himself near release. Still, he held Toshiya's gaze in the mirror, watching the way pleasure suddenly contorted his face, reaching around to help get the other man off. With a loud groan, Toshiya finally came, drawing Kyo in and clenching tight. But the vocalist held on, milking the orgasm from the other man, and refusing his own. Instead, as soon as those tight muscles relaxed, he drew back, grabbing Toshiya by the arm and throwing him once more to the floor. Using the bassist's surprise, he kneeled on either side of his head, smirk once again sinister. Taking hold of himself, he held the younger man's gaze as he jerked himself off all over the darker-haired man's face, moaning low in his throat as his cum decorated the younger man's flushed cheeks and swollen lips. The perfect picture of debaunchery. Breathing heavy, Kyo took a moment to get himself under control, before swiping his finger through the white fluid on Toshiya's face and licking it off his finger. "Next time, don't be so cocky. Then you won't end up with cum all over your face." Toshiya growled as the vocalist then stood and left, leaving him half naked and covered in sweat and cum on the floor.
He may have won the game, but Toshiya sure as hell was going to win the war.