Fanfiction: Fourteen (Part I)
Title: Fourteen
Fandom: Dir en grey
Pairings: DiexShinya
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Smex and romance
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, I’m not implying any of this is true, God isn’t that nice to me.
Summary: Dir en grey have been together for close to fourteen years and have spent fourteen Christmases together. For Die and Shinya however, not all Christmases have been happy but not all have been sad either….
A/N:This is written for the die_shinya advent calendar. Still adore his pairing and have been very much in a mood to write Diru these days (mostly because I'm seeing them at the end of the year yay!). Part II and III will be posted on Dec 16 and 25 respectively. Please enjoy and comments are very much love.
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Fourteen: One
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Christmas #1
“This is definitely not how to spend Christmas, is it Shinya?”
Shinya startled a little at Die’s question, his voice sounding that much louder in the confined space of the car, so much so that he could hear it through his headphones.
“Not so loud Die, you don’t want to wake Kyo or the others,” Shinya murmured, pulling the earbuds from his phone as he took a look in the backseat.
The drummer breathed easier when he saw the rest of the band still asleep, bodies contorted into unusual positions as they attempted to make themselves comfortable. Shinya raised an eyebrow though at Toshiya, who seemed to be draped across Kaoru’s chest snoring softly.
“Sorry,” Die apologised, dropping his voice a timbre as took a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “But you do have to admit, it sucks to be touring and traveling from town to town when everybody is heading home for the holidays.”
“Well, we don't really celebrate Christmas anyway Die, but I get what you mean,” Shinya said as he absentmindedly stared out the window. Although it was dark, Shinya could just make out the shape of the horizon, outlined by pinpricks of light.
A light flurry of snow dotted the car window, chilling his cheek as he leaned against the glass and fogged it up with his breath. Die watched out of the corner of his eye as Shinya wound the cords of his earphones around his slender fingers in a perfect loop, noting how fragile the digits were.
Ever since he had first met Shinya, Die had always associated that word with the drummer. Who would have ever guessed that beneath that absurdly slight frame and mass of copper curls lay a quiet strength that could pound away at the drums for hours without slacking a beat.
“But that is the life of a band Die. If we are going to make something of ourselves, I guess we’d better get used to being on the road,” Shinya said with a rueful smile.
“But at least we are in good company,” he added, his smile widening and becoming genuine, his tone warm and comforting, wrapping around the older man like an invisible blanket.
Die grinned in return and ran a hand through his bright red hair.
“Can’t argue with you there,” Die said. Shinya cocked his head as he appraised the guitarist, whose recent hair colour was the result of a sudden whim.
“I like the red on you Die, you should definitely keep it for a while,” Shinya commented as he placed his chin on the heel of his hand and turned back to stare out the window.
“Maybe I will Shinya,” Die said returning his full attention to the road.
“Maybe I will….”
Christmas #5
“Both of you know what that is don't you?”
Die and Shinya looked up quizzically as Toshiya burst into laughter and pointed to a spot above their heads. Shinya’s brow creased as he spotted a sprig of green taped to the doorframe, its leaves punctuated by tight clusters of pearl grey berries.
“Mistletoe? Really Totchi,” Shinya shot the bassist a sharp look, clearly not amused. “If you think I’m kissing Die you can just forget about it.”
“What is so awful about kissing me?” Die said, his ego lightly bruised at Shinya’s blunt dismissal. Shinya stared at the guitarist as if he has just grown an extra head, his eyes narrowing.
“Yeah Shinya, don’t hurt Die’s feelings. Be a good sport about it,” Toshiya teased, jumping a little when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and he felt Kaoru nuzzling his neck.
“Don’t worry Shinya, we won’t tell,” Kaoru said, his grin lazy and his words shaped by whisky as he leaned his chin on Toshiya’s shoulder.
Shinya rolled his eyes, and was about to snap no when he caught the slightest glimmer of hurt in Die’s eyes. It was so fleeting that Shinya wondered if he had imagined it, but it made something in him clench unexpectedly.
“Fine, fine just a quick kiss then,” Shinya said in mild exasperation as he tilted his chin upwards and closed his eyes. But he found himself biting the inside of his cheek as a sudden spark of nervousness made him antsy.
He was so expecting to feel a brush of lips that he started when he felt Die run a gentle thumb along his jawline before cupping his chin upwards. Shinya’s mouth parted slightly, which inadvertently allowed the tip of Die’s tongue run along his bottom lip.
Shinya felt tingles starting to spread from beneath his skin, warming him from the inside out until he felt it at his fingertips and made his heartbeat quicken. He could practically taste the rich malt on Die’s breath and it made yearning coil in the pit of his stomach.
And just like that, it was over and Shinya opened his eyes. His throat went dry when he saw Die’s normally playful brown eyes taking on a kind of velvety softness that told him the guitarist was feeling as confused as he was.
“That’s the spirit!” Toshiya cheered as he raised his glass and downed it in one gulp, which distracted Shinya enough to turn his gaze away from Die.
“Was it good for you then?” Die’s teasing tone caused Shinya to turn his attention back to the redhead, and he saw the softness gone only to be replaced by the guitarist’s customary smirk.
“I’ve had better,” Shinya shot back, softening his insult with a gentle punch to Die’s chest, laughing when the older man acted as if he had been hurt.
“That means I should try harder next time then Shinya,” Die said huskily before giving the drummer a wink and walking away. Leaving Shinya wanting, leaving Shinya waiting, leaving Shinya wondering as to what “next time” would hold.
Christmas #7
Die’s hands were quick, his fingers nimble as he blazed a path up Shinya’s skirt, pulling at his garters until he reached the younger man’s cock. The guitarist groaned deep in his throat at the touch of silk.
“I knew you would like that Die,” Shinya whispered huskily as he pushed his hips forward so that Die’s large hand completely covered his groin and was gently cupping his balls.
Although the band was rapidly shedding its visual kei skin, Shinya still liked to dress the part on occasion, mixing in a skirt or two over his tight leather trousers or thigh-high boots.
The black silk panties and garters however, were all for Die.
He had allowed Die a peek earlier, pretending to adjust his bootlace while strategically flicking up the hem of the skirt, showing him just the hint of line of tiny red bows decorating the garter, very apropos for Christmas.
But he knew it was enough to get Die’s attention, which he did judging by the very obvious stare the guitarist gave him, his gaze hungry and naked with desire.
Hence why Shinya wasn't surprised that when the encore ended, Die had dragged him away from everyone to the nearest dressing room, bolting the door before pushing the drummer against it.
Die didn't even bother taking off the panties, pushing the scrap of lace to one side so as to allow him access to Shinya’s cock. He sucked at the hard length anxiously and without finesse, too eager after having his patience pushed to the breaking point and his lust bursting at the seams.
But Die almost lost it when he cupped his hands over Shinya’s buttocks and pushed a finger inside his tight entrance and found it already loose and already wet with lube.
“Slut,” he grunted. “When did you…”
“During the encore… fingered myself…. fuck Die,” Shinya moaned as Die pushed another finger inside him and stretched the ring of muscle hard.
Unable to wait anymore, Die undid his pants with his left hand while he spit on his right palm. He quickly wet his cock before gripping Shinya by the hips, lifted him and impaled him on his hard length, all the while using the wall as leverage.
Shinya instinctively wrapped his legs around Die’s waist and held on to his shoulders as he felt his body ache and stretch. Die didn't even give him a moment to catch his breath before fucking him upright, taking him as hard as this position allowed, slamming him back on his cock even as his muscles complained at the short range of motion.
“Fucking tease… fucking tease…” Die chanted as he pounded into the drummer, loving not the first time his lover’s slender build that allowed them to fuck, even in the most cramped of quarters.
“Die… yes… Die,” Shinya panted as Die become rougher, almost brutal as he almost fucked him into the wall.
Shinya’s orgasm was sharp when it took him, causing him to arch against the wall in almost violent shudders as he ejaculated over his stomach. It only took the first clench for Die to come, but he kept moving his hips like a man possessed as he tried to go in deeper and deeper.
“Shinya…” was all Die could say as he tried to catch his breath, even as Shinya gently kissed the corner of his mouth and up his cheek. He kept kissing the guitarist even as he felt Die’s semen trail down his leg and drip onto the floor.
Christmas #12
Shinya knew he would always remember this particular Christmas, because it was the one where he announced to the band that he was engaged. Engaged to his steady girlfriend Ayako, whom he adored and knew he wanted to be with for the long-term.
He spent the evening buying everyone a round of drinks, accepting congratulations from the members and staff, a smile on his face as he outlined his wedding plans.
Die spent the evening at his favourite strip joint. Getting as blind drunk as he possibly could, his eyes glassy even as the girl that he paid for gave him a lap dance.
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Fourteen: Two
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Fandom: Dir en grey
Pairings: DiexShinya
Rating: NC17
Spoilers/Warnings: Smex and romance
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, I’m not implying any of this is true, God isn’t that nice to me.
Summary: Dir en grey have been together for close to fourteen years and have spent fourteen Christmases together. For Die and Shinya however, not all Christmases have been happy but not all have been sad either….
A/N:This is written for the die_shinya advent calendar. Still adore his pairing and have been very much in a mood to write Diru these days (mostly because I'm seeing them at the end of the year yay!). Part II and III will be posted on Dec 16 and 25 respectively. Please enjoy and comments are very much love.
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Fourteen: One
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Christmas #1
“This is definitely not how to spend Christmas, is it Shinya?”
Shinya startled a little at Die’s question, his voice sounding that much louder in the confined space of the car, so much so that he could hear it through his headphones.
“Not so loud Die, you don’t want to wake Kyo or the others,” Shinya murmured, pulling the earbuds from his phone as he took a look in the backseat.
The drummer breathed easier when he saw the rest of the band still asleep, bodies contorted into unusual positions as they attempted to make themselves comfortable. Shinya raised an eyebrow though at Toshiya, who seemed to be draped across Kaoru’s chest snoring softly.
“Sorry,” Die apologised, dropping his voice a timbre as took a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “But you do have to admit, it sucks to be touring and traveling from town to town when everybody is heading home for the holidays.”
“Well, we don't really celebrate Christmas anyway Die, but I get what you mean,” Shinya said as he absentmindedly stared out the window. Although it was dark, Shinya could just make out the shape of the horizon, outlined by pinpricks of light.
A light flurry of snow dotted the car window, chilling his cheek as he leaned against the glass and fogged it up with his breath. Die watched out of the corner of his eye as Shinya wound the cords of his earphones around his slender fingers in a perfect loop, noting how fragile the digits were.
Ever since he had first met Shinya, Die had always associated that word with the drummer. Who would have ever guessed that beneath that absurdly slight frame and mass of copper curls lay a quiet strength that could pound away at the drums for hours without slacking a beat.
“But that is the life of a band Die. If we are going to make something of ourselves, I guess we’d better get used to being on the road,” Shinya said with a rueful smile.
“But at least we are in good company,” he added, his smile widening and becoming genuine, his tone warm and comforting, wrapping around the older man like an invisible blanket.
Die grinned in return and ran a hand through his bright red hair.
“Can’t argue with you there,” Die said. Shinya cocked his head as he appraised the guitarist, whose recent hair colour was the result of a sudden whim.
“I like the red on you Die, you should definitely keep it for a while,” Shinya commented as he placed his chin on the heel of his hand and turned back to stare out the window.
“Maybe I will Shinya,” Die said returning his full attention to the road.
“Maybe I will….”
Christmas #5
“Both of you know what that is don't you?”
Die and Shinya looked up quizzically as Toshiya burst into laughter and pointed to a spot above their heads. Shinya’s brow creased as he spotted a sprig of green taped to the doorframe, its leaves punctuated by tight clusters of pearl grey berries.
“Mistletoe? Really Totchi,” Shinya shot the bassist a sharp look, clearly not amused. “If you think I’m kissing Die you can just forget about it.”
“What is so awful about kissing me?” Die said, his ego lightly bruised at Shinya’s blunt dismissal. Shinya stared at the guitarist as if he has just grown an extra head, his eyes narrowing.
“Yeah Shinya, don’t hurt Die’s feelings. Be a good sport about it,” Toshiya teased, jumping a little when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and he felt Kaoru nuzzling his neck.
“Don’t worry Shinya, we won’t tell,” Kaoru said, his grin lazy and his words shaped by whisky as he leaned his chin on Toshiya’s shoulder.
Shinya rolled his eyes, and was about to snap no when he caught the slightest glimmer of hurt in Die’s eyes. It was so fleeting that Shinya wondered if he had imagined it, but it made something in him clench unexpectedly.
“Fine, fine just a quick kiss then,” Shinya said in mild exasperation as he tilted his chin upwards and closed his eyes. But he found himself biting the inside of his cheek as a sudden spark of nervousness made him antsy.
He was so expecting to feel a brush of lips that he started when he felt Die run a gentle thumb along his jawline before cupping his chin upwards. Shinya’s mouth parted slightly, which inadvertently allowed the tip of Die’s tongue run along his bottom lip.
Shinya felt tingles starting to spread from beneath his skin, warming him from the inside out until he felt it at his fingertips and made his heartbeat quicken. He could practically taste the rich malt on Die’s breath and it made yearning coil in the pit of his stomach.
And just like that, it was over and Shinya opened his eyes. His throat went dry when he saw Die’s normally playful brown eyes taking on a kind of velvety softness that told him the guitarist was feeling as confused as he was.
“That’s the spirit!” Toshiya cheered as he raised his glass and downed it in one gulp, which distracted Shinya enough to turn his gaze away from Die.
“Was it good for you then?” Die’s teasing tone caused Shinya to turn his attention back to the redhead, and he saw the softness gone only to be replaced by the guitarist’s customary smirk.
“I’ve had better,” Shinya shot back, softening his insult with a gentle punch to Die’s chest, laughing when the older man acted as if he had been hurt.
“That means I should try harder next time then Shinya,” Die said huskily before giving the drummer a wink and walking away. Leaving Shinya wanting, leaving Shinya waiting, leaving Shinya wondering as to what “next time” would hold.
Christmas #7
Die’s hands were quick, his fingers nimble as he blazed a path up Shinya’s skirt, pulling at his garters until he reached the younger man’s cock. The guitarist groaned deep in his throat at the touch of silk.
“I knew you would like that Die,” Shinya whispered huskily as he pushed his hips forward so that Die’s large hand completely covered his groin and was gently cupping his balls.
Although the band was rapidly shedding its visual kei skin, Shinya still liked to dress the part on occasion, mixing in a skirt or two over his tight leather trousers or thigh-high boots.
The black silk panties and garters however, were all for Die.
He had allowed Die a peek earlier, pretending to adjust his bootlace while strategically flicking up the hem of the skirt, showing him just the hint of line of tiny red bows decorating the garter, very apropos for Christmas.
But he knew it was enough to get Die’s attention, which he did judging by the very obvious stare the guitarist gave him, his gaze hungry and naked with desire.
Hence why Shinya wasn't surprised that when the encore ended, Die had dragged him away from everyone to the nearest dressing room, bolting the door before pushing the drummer against it.
Die didn't even bother taking off the panties, pushing the scrap of lace to one side so as to allow him access to Shinya’s cock. He sucked at the hard length anxiously and without finesse, too eager after having his patience pushed to the breaking point and his lust bursting at the seams.
But Die almost lost it when he cupped his hands over Shinya’s buttocks and pushed a finger inside his tight entrance and found it already loose and already wet with lube.
“Slut,” he grunted. “When did you…”
“During the encore… fingered myself…. fuck Die,” Shinya moaned as Die pushed another finger inside him and stretched the ring of muscle hard.
Unable to wait anymore, Die undid his pants with his left hand while he spit on his right palm. He quickly wet his cock before gripping Shinya by the hips, lifted him and impaled him on his hard length, all the while using the wall as leverage.
Shinya instinctively wrapped his legs around Die’s waist and held on to his shoulders as he felt his body ache and stretch. Die didn't even give him a moment to catch his breath before fucking him upright, taking him as hard as this position allowed, slamming him back on his cock even as his muscles complained at the short range of motion.
“Fucking tease… fucking tease…” Die chanted as he pounded into the drummer, loving not the first time his lover’s slender build that allowed them to fuck, even in the most cramped of quarters.
“Die… yes… Die,” Shinya panted as Die become rougher, almost brutal as he almost fucked him into the wall.
Shinya’s orgasm was sharp when it took him, causing him to arch against the wall in almost violent shudders as he ejaculated over his stomach. It only took the first clench for Die to come, but he kept moving his hips like a man possessed as he tried to go in deeper and deeper.
“Shinya…” was all Die could say as he tried to catch his breath, even as Shinya gently kissed the corner of his mouth and up his cheek. He kept kissing the guitarist even as he felt Die’s semen trail down his leg and drip onto the floor.
Christmas #12
Shinya knew he would always remember this particular Christmas, because it was the one where he announced to the band that he was engaged. Engaged to his steady girlfriend Ayako, whom he adored and knew he wanted to be with for the long-term.
He spent the evening buying everyone a round of drinks, accepting congratulations from the members and staff, a smile on his face as he outlined his wedding plans.
Die spent the evening at his favourite strip joint. Getting as blind drunk as he possibly could, his eyes glassy even as the girl that he paid for gave him a lap dance.
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Fourteen: Two
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