Fanfiction: Fourteen (Part II)
A/N:Just wanted to say thank you to those who left comments, it is very much appreciated ^^ Here is part 2 (sorry if a tad late, but unfortunately work and mad women got in the way), with the last part to be posted on Christmas.
Comments are much loved and appreciated. But above all please enjoy ^^
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Fourteen: Two
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Christmas #2
“Not bad for a budget party eh, Shinya?”
Shinya nodded as he took a sip of his Screwdriver and made a face. In general, Shinya wasn't a drinker but understood that sometimes it was a necessary social obligation. Hence why he always ordered Screwdrivers with the instruction to go heavy on the orange juice to mask the taste of cheap vodka.
However, this time around it had been Die who had gotten him his drink and knowing the guitarist and his penchant for teasing Shinya at every chance, he probably told the bartender to pour the vodka without a spout.
But Shinya was feeling too relaxed to be mad at Die. Taking another sip he looked around at the good-sized crowd squeezed into the cramped office space and felt a small smile spread across his face.
He knew that he had a lot to be happy about this year. Not only had Dir en grey’s career moved into full swing, but he also got the opportunity to work with one of his idols.
Die saw Shinya’s eyes train towards Yoshiki who was quietly chatting with Kaoru while idly swirling his glass of wine. Leaning closer to Shinya, he subtly nudged him in the ribs.
“If you want to make your move, I think this is the best time,” Die said out of the corner of his mouth, while gesturing to the wrapped box on the counter. Shinya glared at the redhead and put down his glass with a hard 'clink'.
“I know, I know, Die, I will in a minute,” Shinya muttered as he took the box in his hand and nervously shifted the weight in his hands, causing the liquid inside to faintly slosh.
Of course, when it came to deciding who would give Yoshiki his slightly belated birthday-cum-Christmas present, all eyes had fallen on Shinya. After all, as a drummer Shinya was the one who was most awestruck at the prospect of having X Japan’s leader as the producer on their album.
What they hadn’t realised was how nervous it made him. In fact, Shinya felt his hands tremble as he held the bottle of wine that the band had gotten Yoshiki as a gift. Die however, guessed that given Shinya’s shy nature it would prove daunting.
But he also knew that sometimes all Shinya needed to speak up was a little push, which he gave the drummer when Yoshiki happened to walk by causing him almost to run head first into the older man.
“Die!” Shinya hissed before turning back to Yoshiki. “I am so so sorry Yoshiki! I didn’t mean to..”
“It’s okay Shinya,” Yoshiki said kindly in his habitually soft tone. “Is that for me?” he added as he gestured to the box that Shinya was holding.
“Yes, I hope you like it,” Shinya said, presenting it to the older drummer with a slight bow, glad that his voice sounded steady despite the churn in his stomach. Yoshiki nodded and took the box with a gentle smile on his face, pushing back his caramel coloured hair with his fingertips.
“Thank you Shinya. Thank you to you too Die,” Yoshiki said with a wry nod to the guitarist who was leaning against to bar. Die simply bowed and then raised his tumbler of whisky in return and threw it back.
As soon as Yoshiki stepped away, Shinya spun on his heel and stared daggers at the grinning redhead.
“You are such a dick sometimes Die. Just for that, I have half a mind not to give you your present,” Shinya said with a pout. Immediately Die’s grin disappeared to be replaced by a look of surprise and consternation.
“Present? Shinya you really shouldn't have,” Die said sheepishly. “I mean, I didn't get you anything. And I know that money is really tight….”
“It’s okay, Die, really,” Shinya said, his earlier annoyance gone only to be replaced by faint amusement at how flustered the older man was. “I just felt like getting presents for everyone, so you don't feel like you have to reciprocate it.”
Shinya then rummaged through the bag he had been carrying and drew out a rectangular black box that he had hastily tied a red ribbon around.
“Merry Christmas Die,” Shinya said handing it over.
Although still feeling slightly ashamed at being empty handed, Die could not deny that he was curious to see what was in the box. He pulled at the bow and lifted the lid to reveal a line of guitar picks, lined up neatly like soldiers in a row.
Die picked on up and his eyes widened a little when he picked out the red snakeskin pattern despite the dim lighting.
“Shinya, these are…”
“Well since I know you admire Ichirou so much, I thought you would appreciate these,” Shinya said a tad
shyly. But his heart warmed at the smile of pure joy on Die’s face, it made the small fortune he paid for it over the auction site worth it.
Actually, it surprised Shinya how willing he was to part with the money in order to secure the picks. Careful to a fault about his finances, all he pictured in his head as he placed his bids was Die’s happy grin.
“Thank you Shinya, really,” Die said engulfing the younger man in a bear hug that threatened to bruise his ribs.
“Die put me down, people are watching,” Shinya half-chastised the guitarist, wincing a little Die’s metal bell pendant pressed into his thin chest.
Die put Shinya down with an apology on his lips, but cocked his head to one side when he saw the drummer touch the base of his throat. Instinctively Die mirrored him and ran his fingertips over his necklace.
It was then a thought struck him.
“Shinya, don't be mad but,” Die started and then pulled the necklace over his head and placed it over Shinya’s. For a moment Shinya just stared at him before his brow furrowed.
“Die…”
“I know it's not new and whatnot, but I want you to have it. I’ve seen you admiring it and to be honest,” Die took a step back and cocked his head to one side as if appraising the younger man.
“It suits you better than me,” Die finished with a small shrug, but his eyes held a definite sparkle.
“But Die, this is too expensive really,” Shinya protested, even as hand betrayed him by clasping tightly around the piece of jewelry.
It had been expensive, and was something that Die had been lusting over for a while. And being able to get it had been one of the best feelings in his life.
But it still didn't compare to how he felt when he saw the look on Shinya’s face that told him how touched he had been by Die’s gesture.
Wrapping his much bigger hand around Shinya’s, Die squeezed and leaned in closer to whisper in Shinya’s ear.
“It suits you,” Die emphasised softly but with a firm note in his voice. He then took a step back and walked away, but he could still feel ghost of Shinya’s warmth on the palm of his hand.
Christmas #3
Oranges, why hadn’t he realised it before?
Standing in the back while waiting to go out for the encore, Die was standing behind Shinya as he waited for the drummer to go out first. Being taller, Die’s nose was just level at the crown of Shinya’s head, and when his hair moved the guitarist could smell it.
Oranges. Shinya smelt of oranges and white musk.
But before he could contemplate it further, Shinya walked out and the scent was gone.
Christmas #6
Shinya clasped his hands together tightly as he tried to digest what Die had just said. The restaurant Die had chosen was busy, not surprising considering that it was Christmas, hence why it was filled with couples.
However, the last thing he expected when the guitarist had asked him out for lunch was to be blindsided by a confession.
“A…relationship?” Shinya said slowly, the word sounding so foreign to his ears and on his tongue. Usually so calm and composed, Shinya found himself letting out a slow and shaky breath.
“Yes Shinya, a relationship. You and me,” Die said. Looking down, his fingers itched to take Shinya’s hands into his, to soothe away the marks left by his nails that were now digging into his palms.
Pushing the urge away, Die looked up again and felt his heart drop at Shinya’s confused expression.
“Shinya! Please stop looking at me as if I’ve grown two heads,” Die joked weakly.
But at this moment, Die really was alien to him. Shinya was so used to jovial Die, who never took anything seriously aside from his guitar. He was used to Die who teased him at every turn, who hid his drumsticks and stole his hairspray.
Not the Die in front of him who had just told him he liked him and wanted to be his boyfriend.
“Die, I don't know…” Shinya finally spoke but felt the words stop at his throat.
“Shinya, the band has been together for six years. And it only took me three of those years to realise that I liked you… a lot.”
Die finally gave in and reached for Shinya’s right hand that he brought to his mouth so he could run his lips over his slender knuckles.
“I think we could be good together Shinya.”
“But Die… we are both guys! And I know you like girls! Hell I’ve never seen you with the same girl twice,” Shinya said, unable to stop disbelief from entering his voice. But he found that he couldn't pull his hand away as hard as he tried, Die’s touch causing tingles to go off beneath his skin.
Die flinched at Shinya’s observation, realising that he probably hadn’t been the shining model of a committed partner thus far. Taking a deep breath, Die tightened his grip on the younger man.
“True,” Die admitted with a nod of his head. “But… there is something about you that just drives me crazy Shinya,” he added softly.
“There… is?” Shinya said slowly as he suddenly found himself unable to meet Die’s eyes. Die frowned and reached over to tilt Shinya’s chin upwards.
“There is, and I will prove it to you…that is, if you will let me,” Die said firmly.
And just like that, Shinya found himself believing in Die’s conviction. Believing that the both of them could make a relationship work.
As a smile spread across his face, Shinya turned his head to plant a kiss on Die’s fingertips. He felt a ripple of relief run through him when he saw Die sporting his customary grin.
This was the Die he knew.
This was his Die.
Christmas #8
Shinya shot his boyfriend a menacing glare. Well as menacing as it could be considering his hands were bound in front of his crotch with silk ropes while wearing a short red skirt trimmed with white ermine.
Die’s grin widened to the point where it threatened to crack his face at the sight before him. Shinya with his blonde hair loose around his face, bare-chested except for the skirt and tied up submissively with his skin taking on a lovely rose flush.
“So, have been naughty or nice this year Shinya?” Die asked, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He was topless himself and slowly stretched his arms above his head to show off his toned body as he slumped further into the wooden chair that they had dragged from their living room.
“Fuck you Die,” Shinya hissed. For the umpteenth time in the past hour, Shinya felt a tinge of regret for letting the guitarist choose this as part of his overall Christmas present.
Die’s eyes narrowed as he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray that was on the end table next to him. With a grunt he yanked Shinya closer by his bound hands, jerking him forward and causing him almost to stumble.
“Now now Shinya, you want to make sure I enjoy my gift from you right?” Die said, his voice low and smoky.
Shinya’s breath skittered when Die leaned closer and ran lips sensually over the drummer’s flat stomach, dragging his tongue across the smooth surface, letting him feel just the edge of his teeth. Die smiled against Shinya’s skin as he undid his jeans with one hand and pulled his cock out.
Before he could blink, Shinya found himself draped stomach first over Die’s broad lap, his arms dangling just over the older man’s thighs.
“I do think you should be punished Shinya, for talking back to be like that,” Die said causing Shinya to swallow hard at the faint hint of steel in his words. But he still felt his cock hardening when Die ran a hand slowly up his thighs and under his skirt.
Shinya had to bite back a groan when he felt Die knead his arse through the black lace-edged panties that the guitarist insisted he wore under his skirt. Die licked his lips as he flipped up the hem of his skirt, so he could see his pale hand against black silk as it rested on the curve of Shinya’s buttocks.
Gathering the silk tight in his hands, Die pulled on the panties until the material bunched up in the crack of Shinya’s arse. Before the younger man could even comprehend what Die was doing, he felt a sharp sting across his buttocks that managed to elicit a gasp from him.
“Die…”
Before he could utter another word, Die delivered another blow, smacking the tender flesh with a sharp crack. Shinya had to bite back sounds of pain as Die continued soundly spanking him, his skin slowly getting even more heated.
But even as pain lanced through him, Shinya could feel his cock getting harder and harder. Every time he shifted his weight, it made his cock and balls even more restrained in their silk prison, the delicious friction making him bite down on his lip so hard it almost bled.
“Do you want me to stop baby?” Die asked as he rested his palm on the small of his lover’s back, so he could feel the heat emanating from it.
Shinya answered with an almost imperceptible shake of his head, the movement so small that Die almost missed it. But he didn't miss the way Shinya pushed the balls of his feet into the carpet so that it arched his back more in invitation to continue.
Die didn't hold back after that, spanking Shinya so fast that his hand was almost a blur. The drummer was moaning openly now as he writhed on Die’s lap, the guitarist’s cock poking him in the stomach as he tried so hard to get some kind of relief for his own aching erection.
Shinya’s eyes flew open when he felt Die reach underneath the lace to his back entrance. Rubbing small circles on the sensitive flesh before penetrating him with one finger, then two. It made his body jerk and shudder when Die started finger fucking him, crooking the digits so that he could stroke his prostate.
It didn't take long for Shinya to climax, biting down on his knuckles as he filled his panties with spunk. He was barely down from his high when he felt Die tug at his underwear frantically, almost tearing it as he got it off him.
The redhead brought the crushed material to his nose as one hand reached beneath his lover to rub his cock against Shinya’s stomach. Die’s hips jerked once, twice before he came with a grunt.
For a few minutes neither of them spoke, both too lost in the bliss of their orgasms. Shinya was about to stand up when he heard Die chuckle.
“Definitely naughty,” was all he said.
“Fuck off,” Shinya replied, but he couldn't stop a bubble of laughter from passing his lips.
Christmas #10
“Hey guys, look who made the trip all the way from the States for our Christmas party!”
Shinya gripped his glass harder as he heard the crowd crow over Vanessa, not having to turn around to know that Die probably had one hand around her shoulder. Lifting his glass, Shinya downed the rest of his beer in one swallow before almost throwing the glass down.
“Shinya?” said Kyo, who had been sitting on the chair next to him, in surprise.
“What Kyo?” Shinya asked curtly, but just as quickly wished he could take it back when the vocalist shot him a look to not take out his anger on him.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to bite your head off Kyo,” Shinya apologised softly. Although Kyo’s patience was usually wafer thin, he found he couldn't get angry at the drummer given how defeated he sounded.
“It's okay Shinya, she’s a tramp anyway,” Kyo said with a derogatory flick of his head in the direction of Die and his girlfriend. Shinya had to smile at Kyo’s dismissal of Vanessa, knowing that he had always been very public of his contempt of Die’s womanising ways.
But the truth was, Shinya didn't really hate Die. He didn't hate Vanessa either, although it stung every time he looked at her. Sure she was beautiful but it wasn't that which Shinya regarded with envy.
It was that she was everything Shinya wasn't.
But it was himself that he really hated. Hated that he couldn't let go of how he felt about Die. The last remnants of his love for the guitarist wrapping and choking his heart like thin gold wires.
“I’m going home Kyo,” Shinya said abruptly standing up and grabbing his bag. The vocalist nodded in understanding and in one quicksilver move, gave Shinya’s shoulder a squeeze.
As he walked out of the club, Shinya happened to catch Kaoru giving him a knowing look. It made Shinya grit his teeth as anger boiled up inside him as he quickened his pace and slammed the door open.
Fifteen minutes later and Shinya was home. He didn't even bother changing his clothes as he flopped on his bed. It didn't take a minute before he heard the patter of nails on the wooden floor and felt Miyu jump up on the bed next to him.
Miyu whined though when he realised that Shinya wasn’t paying attention to him even when he nuzzled his lap. But Shinya barely registered Miyu’s presence, too intent on staring off into the distance.
God, Shinya hated Kaoru’s know-it-all look. It brought forth a memory that Shinya would rather forget.
It made him remember something Kaoru had said to him earlier this year, that dating a band member was a bad idea. And that Die in particular would prove a disappointment.
Although Kaoru’s words had hurt at the time, Shinya had brushed it off as being the rant of a wounded man. Fresh from an acrimonious split from Toshiya, who then didn't hesitate to parade in front of his former lover an endless chorus line of girls.
Toshiya had always been public about the fact that he wasn't adverse to the thought of dating foreigners, a view that obviously Die held as well.
“So in the end, he was right Miyu,” Shinya said softly as he scratched the base of the dog’s ears, Kaoru’s warning echoing in his mind.
“Die will break your heart one day Shinya, mark my words. In one way or another… he will.”
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Fourteen: Three
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Fourteen: Two
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Christmas #2
“Not bad for a budget party eh, Shinya?”
Shinya nodded as he took a sip of his Screwdriver and made a face. In general, Shinya wasn't a drinker but understood that sometimes it was a necessary social obligation. Hence why he always ordered Screwdrivers with the instruction to go heavy on the orange juice to mask the taste of cheap vodka.
However, this time around it had been Die who had gotten him his drink and knowing the guitarist and his penchant for teasing Shinya at every chance, he probably told the bartender to pour the vodka without a spout.
But Shinya was feeling too relaxed to be mad at Die. Taking another sip he looked around at the good-sized crowd squeezed into the cramped office space and felt a small smile spread across his face.
He knew that he had a lot to be happy about this year. Not only had Dir en grey’s career moved into full swing, but he also got the opportunity to work with one of his idols.
Die saw Shinya’s eyes train towards Yoshiki who was quietly chatting with Kaoru while idly swirling his glass of wine. Leaning closer to Shinya, he subtly nudged him in the ribs.
“If you want to make your move, I think this is the best time,” Die said out of the corner of his mouth, while gesturing to the wrapped box on the counter. Shinya glared at the redhead and put down his glass with a hard 'clink'.
“I know, I know, Die, I will in a minute,” Shinya muttered as he took the box in his hand and nervously shifted the weight in his hands, causing the liquid inside to faintly slosh.
Of course, when it came to deciding who would give Yoshiki his slightly belated birthday-cum-Christmas present, all eyes had fallen on Shinya. After all, as a drummer Shinya was the one who was most awestruck at the prospect of having X Japan’s leader as the producer on their album.
What they hadn’t realised was how nervous it made him. In fact, Shinya felt his hands tremble as he held the bottle of wine that the band had gotten Yoshiki as a gift. Die however, guessed that given Shinya’s shy nature it would prove daunting.
But he also knew that sometimes all Shinya needed to speak up was a little push, which he gave the drummer when Yoshiki happened to walk by causing him almost to run head first into the older man.
“Die!” Shinya hissed before turning back to Yoshiki. “I am so so sorry Yoshiki! I didn’t mean to..”
“It’s okay Shinya,” Yoshiki said kindly in his habitually soft tone. “Is that for me?” he added as he gestured to the box that Shinya was holding.
“Yes, I hope you like it,” Shinya said, presenting it to the older drummer with a slight bow, glad that his voice sounded steady despite the churn in his stomach. Yoshiki nodded and took the box with a gentle smile on his face, pushing back his caramel coloured hair with his fingertips.
“Thank you Shinya. Thank you to you too Die,” Yoshiki said with a wry nod to the guitarist who was leaning against to bar. Die simply bowed and then raised his tumbler of whisky in return and threw it back.
As soon as Yoshiki stepped away, Shinya spun on his heel and stared daggers at the grinning redhead.
“You are such a dick sometimes Die. Just for that, I have half a mind not to give you your present,” Shinya said with a pout. Immediately Die’s grin disappeared to be replaced by a look of surprise and consternation.
“Present? Shinya you really shouldn't have,” Die said sheepishly. “I mean, I didn't get you anything. And I know that money is really tight….”
“It’s okay, Die, really,” Shinya said, his earlier annoyance gone only to be replaced by faint amusement at how flustered the older man was. “I just felt like getting presents for everyone, so you don't feel like you have to reciprocate it.”
Shinya then rummaged through the bag he had been carrying and drew out a rectangular black box that he had hastily tied a red ribbon around.
“Merry Christmas Die,” Shinya said handing it over.
Although still feeling slightly ashamed at being empty handed, Die could not deny that he was curious to see what was in the box. He pulled at the bow and lifted the lid to reveal a line of guitar picks, lined up neatly like soldiers in a row.
Die picked on up and his eyes widened a little when he picked out the red snakeskin pattern despite the dim lighting.
“Shinya, these are…”
“Well since I know you admire Ichirou so much, I thought you would appreciate these,” Shinya said a tad
shyly. But his heart warmed at the smile of pure joy on Die’s face, it made the small fortune he paid for it over the auction site worth it.
Actually, it surprised Shinya how willing he was to part with the money in order to secure the picks. Careful to a fault about his finances, all he pictured in his head as he placed his bids was Die’s happy grin.
“Thank you Shinya, really,” Die said engulfing the younger man in a bear hug that threatened to bruise his ribs.
“Die put me down, people are watching,” Shinya half-chastised the guitarist, wincing a little Die’s metal bell pendant pressed into his thin chest.
Die put Shinya down with an apology on his lips, but cocked his head to one side when he saw the drummer touch the base of his throat. Instinctively Die mirrored him and ran his fingertips over his necklace.
It was then a thought struck him.
“Shinya, don't be mad but,” Die started and then pulled the necklace over his head and placed it over Shinya’s. For a moment Shinya just stared at him before his brow furrowed.
“Die…”
“I know it's not new and whatnot, but I want you to have it. I’ve seen you admiring it and to be honest,” Die took a step back and cocked his head to one side as if appraising the younger man.
“It suits you better than me,” Die finished with a small shrug, but his eyes held a definite sparkle.
“But Die, this is too expensive really,” Shinya protested, even as hand betrayed him by clasping tightly around the piece of jewelry.
It had been expensive, and was something that Die had been lusting over for a while. And being able to get it had been one of the best feelings in his life.
But it still didn't compare to how he felt when he saw the look on Shinya’s face that told him how touched he had been by Die’s gesture.
Wrapping his much bigger hand around Shinya’s, Die squeezed and leaned in closer to whisper in Shinya’s ear.
“It suits you,” Die emphasised softly but with a firm note in his voice. He then took a step back and walked away, but he could still feel ghost of Shinya’s warmth on the palm of his hand.
Christmas #3
Oranges, why hadn’t he realised it before?
Standing in the back while waiting to go out for the encore, Die was standing behind Shinya as he waited for the drummer to go out first. Being taller, Die’s nose was just level at the crown of Shinya’s head, and when his hair moved the guitarist could smell it.
Oranges. Shinya smelt of oranges and white musk.
But before he could contemplate it further, Shinya walked out and the scent was gone.
Christmas #6
Shinya clasped his hands together tightly as he tried to digest what Die had just said. The restaurant Die had chosen was busy, not surprising considering that it was Christmas, hence why it was filled with couples.
However, the last thing he expected when the guitarist had asked him out for lunch was to be blindsided by a confession.
“A…relationship?” Shinya said slowly, the word sounding so foreign to his ears and on his tongue. Usually so calm and composed, Shinya found himself letting out a slow and shaky breath.
“Yes Shinya, a relationship. You and me,” Die said. Looking down, his fingers itched to take Shinya’s hands into his, to soothe away the marks left by his nails that were now digging into his palms.
Pushing the urge away, Die looked up again and felt his heart drop at Shinya’s confused expression.
“Shinya! Please stop looking at me as if I’ve grown two heads,” Die joked weakly.
But at this moment, Die really was alien to him. Shinya was so used to jovial Die, who never took anything seriously aside from his guitar. He was used to Die who teased him at every turn, who hid his drumsticks and stole his hairspray.
Not the Die in front of him who had just told him he liked him and wanted to be his boyfriend.
“Die, I don't know…” Shinya finally spoke but felt the words stop at his throat.
“Shinya, the band has been together for six years. And it only took me three of those years to realise that I liked you… a lot.”
Die finally gave in and reached for Shinya’s right hand that he brought to his mouth so he could run his lips over his slender knuckles.
“I think we could be good together Shinya.”
“But Die… we are both guys! And I know you like girls! Hell I’ve never seen you with the same girl twice,” Shinya said, unable to stop disbelief from entering his voice. But he found that he couldn't pull his hand away as hard as he tried, Die’s touch causing tingles to go off beneath his skin.
Die flinched at Shinya’s observation, realising that he probably hadn’t been the shining model of a committed partner thus far. Taking a deep breath, Die tightened his grip on the younger man.
“True,” Die admitted with a nod of his head. “But… there is something about you that just drives me crazy Shinya,” he added softly.
“There… is?” Shinya said slowly as he suddenly found himself unable to meet Die’s eyes. Die frowned and reached over to tilt Shinya’s chin upwards.
“There is, and I will prove it to you…that is, if you will let me,” Die said firmly.
And just like that, Shinya found himself believing in Die’s conviction. Believing that the both of them could make a relationship work.
As a smile spread across his face, Shinya turned his head to plant a kiss on Die’s fingertips. He felt a ripple of relief run through him when he saw Die sporting his customary grin.
This was the Die he knew.
This was his Die.
Christmas #8
Shinya shot his boyfriend a menacing glare. Well as menacing as it could be considering his hands were bound in front of his crotch with silk ropes while wearing a short red skirt trimmed with white ermine.
Die’s grin widened to the point where it threatened to crack his face at the sight before him. Shinya with his blonde hair loose around his face, bare-chested except for the skirt and tied up submissively with his skin taking on a lovely rose flush.
“So, have been naughty or nice this year Shinya?” Die asked, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He was topless himself and slowly stretched his arms above his head to show off his toned body as he slumped further into the wooden chair that they had dragged from their living room.
“Fuck you Die,” Shinya hissed. For the umpteenth time in the past hour, Shinya felt a tinge of regret for letting the guitarist choose this as part of his overall Christmas present.
Die’s eyes narrowed as he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray that was on the end table next to him. With a grunt he yanked Shinya closer by his bound hands, jerking him forward and causing him almost to stumble.
“Now now Shinya, you want to make sure I enjoy my gift from you right?” Die said, his voice low and smoky.
Shinya’s breath skittered when Die leaned closer and ran lips sensually over the drummer’s flat stomach, dragging his tongue across the smooth surface, letting him feel just the edge of his teeth. Die smiled against Shinya’s skin as he undid his jeans with one hand and pulled his cock out.
Before he could blink, Shinya found himself draped stomach first over Die’s broad lap, his arms dangling just over the older man’s thighs.
“I do think you should be punished Shinya, for talking back to be like that,” Die said causing Shinya to swallow hard at the faint hint of steel in his words. But he still felt his cock hardening when Die ran a hand slowly up his thighs and under his skirt.
Shinya had to bite back a groan when he felt Die knead his arse through the black lace-edged panties that the guitarist insisted he wore under his skirt. Die licked his lips as he flipped up the hem of his skirt, so he could see his pale hand against black silk as it rested on the curve of Shinya’s buttocks.
Gathering the silk tight in his hands, Die pulled on the panties until the material bunched up in the crack of Shinya’s arse. Before the younger man could even comprehend what Die was doing, he felt a sharp sting across his buttocks that managed to elicit a gasp from him.
“Die…”
Before he could utter another word, Die delivered another blow, smacking the tender flesh with a sharp crack. Shinya had to bite back sounds of pain as Die continued soundly spanking him, his skin slowly getting even more heated.
But even as pain lanced through him, Shinya could feel his cock getting harder and harder. Every time he shifted his weight, it made his cock and balls even more restrained in their silk prison, the delicious friction making him bite down on his lip so hard it almost bled.
“Do you want me to stop baby?” Die asked as he rested his palm on the small of his lover’s back, so he could feel the heat emanating from it.
Shinya answered with an almost imperceptible shake of his head, the movement so small that Die almost missed it. But he didn't miss the way Shinya pushed the balls of his feet into the carpet so that it arched his back more in invitation to continue.
Die didn't hold back after that, spanking Shinya so fast that his hand was almost a blur. The drummer was moaning openly now as he writhed on Die’s lap, the guitarist’s cock poking him in the stomach as he tried so hard to get some kind of relief for his own aching erection.
Shinya’s eyes flew open when he felt Die reach underneath the lace to his back entrance. Rubbing small circles on the sensitive flesh before penetrating him with one finger, then two. It made his body jerk and shudder when Die started finger fucking him, crooking the digits so that he could stroke his prostate.
It didn't take long for Shinya to climax, biting down on his knuckles as he filled his panties with spunk. He was barely down from his high when he felt Die tug at his underwear frantically, almost tearing it as he got it off him.
The redhead brought the crushed material to his nose as one hand reached beneath his lover to rub his cock against Shinya’s stomach. Die’s hips jerked once, twice before he came with a grunt.
For a few minutes neither of them spoke, both too lost in the bliss of their orgasms. Shinya was about to stand up when he heard Die chuckle.
“Definitely naughty,” was all he said.
“Fuck off,” Shinya replied, but he couldn't stop a bubble of laughter from passing his lips.
Christmas #10
“Hey guys, look who made the trip all the way from the States for our Christmas party!”
Shinya gripped his glass harder as he heard the crowd crow over Vanessa, not having to turn around to know that Die probably had one hand around her shoulder. Lifting his glass, Shinya downed the rest of his beer in one swallow before almost throwing the glass down.
“Shinya?” said Kyo, who had been sitting on the chair next to him, in surprise.
“What Kyo?” Shinya asked curtly, but just as quickly wished he could take it back when the vocalist shot him a look to not take out his anger on him.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to bite your head off Kyo,” Shinya apologised softly. Although Kyo’s patience was usually wafer thin, he found he couldn't get angry at the drummer given how defeated he sounded.
“It's okay Shinya, she’s a tramp anyway,” Kyo said with a derogatory flick of his head in the direction of Die and his girlfriend. Shinya had to smile at Kyo’s dismissal of Vanessa, knowing that he had always been very public of his contempt of Die’s womanising ways.
But the truth was, Shinya didn't really hate Die. He didn't hate Vanessa either, although it stung every time he looked at her. Sure she was beautiful but it wasn't that which Shinya regarded with envy.
It was that she was everything Shinya wasn't.
But it was himself that he really hated. Hated that he couldn't let go of how he felt about Die. The last remnants of his love for the guitarist wrapping and choking his heart like thin gold wires.
“I’m going home Kyo,” Shinya said abruptly standing up and grabbing his bag. The vocalist nodded in understanding and in one quicksilver move, gave Shinya’s shoulder a squeeze.
As he walked out of the club, Shinya happened to catch Kaoru giving him a knowing look. It made Shinya grit his teeth as anger boiled up inside him as he quickened his pace and slammed the door open.
Fifteen minutes later and Shinya was home. He didn't even bother changing his clothes as he flopped on his bed. It didn't take a minute before he heard the patter of nails on the wooden floor and felt Miyu jump up on the bed next to him.
Miyu whined though when he realised that Shinya wasn’t paying attention to him even when he nuzzled his lap. But Shinya barely registered Miyu’s presence, too intent on staring off into the distance.
God, Shinya hated Kaoru’s know-it-all look. It brought forth a memory that Shinya would rather forget.
It made him remember something Kaoru had said to him earlier this year, that dating a band member was a bad idea. And that Die in particular would prove a disappointment.
Although Kaoru’s words had hurt at the time, Shinya had brushed it off as being the rant of a wounded man. Fresh from an acrimonious split from Toshiya, who then didn't hesitate to parade in front of his former lover an endless chorus line of girls.
Toshiya had always been public about the fact that he wasn't adverse to the thought of dating foreigners, a view that obviously Die held as well.
“So in the end, he was right Miyu,” Shinya said softly as he scratched the base of the dog’s ears, Kaoru’s warning echoing in his mind.
“Die will break your heart one day Shinya, mark my words. In one way or another… he will.”
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Fourteen: Three
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