50stories Theme #25 - Holiday/Vacation ~ Give Me A Break ~ KaoruxYoshiki

Mar 24, 2008 09:53

 Title: Give Me A Break
Author: Ame
Theme: #25 - Holiday/Vacation
Rating: it goes up to NC-17
Genre: cute, fluffy, PWP (oh noes! O.O), romance, yaoi
Pairing: KaoruxYoshiki
Band(s): Dir en grey/S.K.I.N., X Japan, etc.
Summary: Kaoru and Yoshiki are finally able to spend some real time together, although it's taken them months to work it into their schedules. However, that just gives them more incentive to make the most of it.

Disclaimer: Don't own em. Nope. Not at all. Making no money off this one, either.
Comments: Because this story needs a little Happy :)
Just a little note: this is before Kaoru's little confession...actually, it's quite a while back. all the love I have for you...is held in this thimble was the most recent thing, chronologically, as I saw it happening sometime early fall of last year (2007). I think maybe I'll go through and put the estimated date on the rest of these...maybe...
So this is turning into some kind of wierd, long thing that I'm not sure anybody will ever want to read past the sex. I think I'll stop here, unless anyone's interested in a second part. Let me know...I can keep going but I'm not sure if I should...

Yoshiki sighed and sat back in his chair, letting the cell phone fall back onto his desk. After a moment he stretched his arms over his head lazily and yawned. One more day...one more day... was his new mantra, and it was drifting aimlessly through his mind at the moment. One more day, and everything will be good again...

"Well fuck you too, you goddamned whore!" Kaoru shouted into his cell phone, then hanging up as quickly as he could he threw the device onto the table and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms and sighing angrily. Kyo drifted in from the front room, sucking distractedly on a spoon and cradling a tub of chocolate ice cream. He stood against the doorway for a moment, continuing to play with the spoon, and then let it drop into the empty tub.

"Thanks," he said quietly. Kaoru started and turned to him, then nodded a little. After a moment Kyo looked awkwardly down into the ice cream tub, and Kaoru grinned. "It's...uh..." Kyo muttered, then looked back at Kaoru with big, apologetic eyes. "I ate all your ice cream, Kao." Kaoru burst into laughter, expertly banishing the desire to call the man cute. He was, after all, over thirty, and there were much more creative words to use, anyway. Kyo managed a weak smile in return, and came over to set the ice cream tub on the table next to Kaoru's cell phone. He plopped onto the ground across from Kaoru and began tracing the little imperfections in the wood.

"Kyo..." Kaoru hazarded gently after a moment, and the vocalist cut him off with a small wave of his hand.

"You don't have to say anything." His hand fell back to the table, and Kaoru nodded. After a moment he glanced up at the clock, and made an expression of deep regret. He cleared his throat, and Kyo looked up at him slowly, tiredly. It only took a moment of silence before Kyo stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets, smiling sadly. "Well," was all he said. Kaoru stood up to lead him out, and bowed slowly to him as he left. Closing the door, Kaoru fell back against it and sighed heavily. He knew he should shower - he felt dirty - but he only had half an hour and his house was a damned mess and there were more important things to do with his time. He took a moment to collect himself, then set about cleaning. But he had barely been working ten minutes when there was a soft, almost hesitant knock at his door. I should have known he'd get here early, Kaoru thought to himself as he finished sweeping up the last of the broken dishware.

Kaoru had almost expected to be jumped at when he opened the door, but he was actually surprised by what he saw. A calm, neat, collected Yoshiki stood outside his door, flanked by a pair of suitcases and a duffle. His laptop was in his hands, which were folded neatly in front of him, and he bowed slowly to Kaoru, a small smile creeping onto his face. Damn, I look like shit, Kaoru thought to himself, then pushed the thought away and bowed much lower in return. After all, people could still see them.

"Konban wa, Kaoru-san," Yoshiki said softly, and just hearing his voice without the electronic modification of a phone gave Kaoru chills. Hell, who was he kidding, merely seeing the man had peaked his interest. Damn him and his beauty... Kaoru bowed his head a little again, and then moved to take Yoshiki's bags inside. "Thank you again for letting me stay here," Yoshiki said, picking up his duffle and practically marching inside. He toed his shoes off as Kaoru shut the door, then set his own items down and turned to Kaoru, slipping his sunglasses off and folding them with sharp little clicks. Kaoru nearly winced. Yes, it was still day, and Yoshiki didn't get out of manager mode until at least sunset. Prepare for the onslaught of reprimands.

"You didn't even shower?" was the first thing out of Yoshiki's mouth. Kaoru almost laughed, but he was too busy hunching himself so as to hide his face. Yoshiki sighed frustratedly, playing a little with his sunglasses. "Oh, nevermind..." Suddenly Kaoru found himself pinned against his entryway wall, which next to America was the last place he'd expected to be today, and Yoshiki's mouth was moving enthusiastically against his, and though that was also the last thing he'd expected, he wasn't about to complain. Yoshiki dropped his sunglasses and pressed himself against Kaoru, bringing one hand up to shove it into Kaoru's hair. With a surprised little moan, Kaoru snatched at his lover's hips and pulled him closer, and Yoshiki moaned softly into the kiss. When they broke for breath, Kaoru feeling dizzy enough to faint, Yoshiki hit him softly on the side of his head. He then strolled off nonchalantly into the house as if it were his. "Okay, I want an explanation, and it had better be good." Kaoru was still a little dizzy, and blinked a few times to try to regain his composure. Okay, Yoshiki just talked, and he's over there, going into the - OH SHIT!

"Dongoinkitch!" Kaoru yelled as he dashed forward to block Yoshiki's view into the disastrous place. He'd put all the mess into the kitchen, expecting it to be the last place Yoshiki would go. Then again, things weren't going at all as Kaoru had expected them to today. Yoshiki looked up at him skeptically, as he stood there blinking at him like an idiot.

"O...kay..." he said slowly, then drifted away to the couch. The remote sat between the cushions still, and he pulled it out and set it on the arm of the couch. He sat quickly and folded his hands in his lap, then merely sat still for a long moment. Slowly he looked over his shoulder at Kaoru, who was still standing in the entryway to the kitchen, and patted the spot next to him. Like an obedient puppy, Kaoru came over without a word and seated himself on the leather next to Yoshiki. The older man sighed slowly and spread himself sideways over the couch, looking down at Kaoru expectantly. He began hesitantly, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation, and then realising there really was none just plowed into the thing.

"Kyo's having relationship troubles again," he began, and Yoshiki made a little motion with his head that said this pretty much explained everything. Kaoru continued anyway. "He came over to let off some steam, and his girlfriend followed him and beat the living shit out of my house while breaking up with him. So I spent the last few hours cleaning up, counseling Kyo, and trying not to do something lawful against his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend," he corrected himself. Yoshiki nodded again and gazed around slowly.

"I guess I've got bad timing, then," he said after a moment. Kaoru shook his head.

"No, it's not you at all, it's all the other shit today..." Frustrated, he got up and stalked back into the kitchen to throw out some more things. Yoshiki followed him hesitantly, and stood in the entryway watching him. When he'd finished Yoshiki came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him gently.

"Are you sure this isn't a bad time?" he asked softly, nuzzling a little into the crook of Kaoru's neck. Kaoru rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against his lover's shoulder.

"Yoshiki...how long did we have to plan for this?" Yoshiki broke from him and walked back into the main room, trying not to grin.

"Stop that. You're starting to sound like me."

"I do sound like you..." Kaoru said, following him at a stride. When he'd caught up with him he bent down and scooped the older man into his arms, cradling him like a bride. Yoshiki erupted into ringing, almost giggling peals of laughter, and squirmed a little until they both had a good hold on each other.

"Omae..." he said quietly, grinning. Their faces were almost touching, and in the spirit of the moment he rubbed noses with his younger lover in an eskimo kiss. It made Kaoru smile brightly in return, and he kissed him, quickly and chastely. "I love you..." he whispered, snuggling into the crook of Kaoru's neck. The guitarist smiled and closed his eyes, basking in the feeling of being so close to the one he loved.

"I love you, too, tenshi..." he breathed into Yoshiki's hair. Yoshiki shivered and tried to snuggle closer to him, fighting back the crying feeling. They stayed there for a long time, until Kaoru felt his arms starting to give out, and he set him down gently on his feet. Yoshiki rubbed his eyes, and it made Kaoru think he had woken the man. He smiled a little at the thought, impatient to actually do so.

Yoshiki bustled off after a short silence, and dragged his things into Kaoru's bedroom to start making himself at home. They hadn't done this often in the time they'd known each other - each one considered it too conspicuous - but Yoshiki seemed to feel more comfortable in Kaoru's little corner apaato than in his own spacious, under-lived-in American house. Kaoru certainly preferred the quaint, quiet place and its tea, low tables, and tatami mats to the whitewashed, intimidating mansion. Often Yoshiki asked him why he lived where he did, the same place he'd been since the band had just begun to kick off and he could afford his own place, and the reason was always the same: the very fact that he had been there since the beginning of the band. That and the pleasing knowledge that the place was filled with so many memories, and the complex with so many noninvasive people, that he just couldn't bring himself to move. But Yoshiki never seemed to complain about it long, as he would soon be seen munching something unhealthy on Kaoru's couch while skipping through old Gundam episodes, or lounging on Kaoru's bed with only one lamp on, still managing to compose music as if he were right in his studio. It made Kaoru more comfortable with himself, and even his house, when the man was right there with him.

After making the final touches on his apaato, Kaoru decided it was time to clean himself up. After all, he hadn't showered in nearly three days and he was wearing the same clothes he had fallen asleep in the night before. Now that he thought about it, Kaoru really couldn't believe he'd let himself become so unkempt, as he was usually as anal about himself as Yoshiki was about his house being clean. And for anyone who didn't know, he was really, really anal about it. The older man was sitting on Kaoru’s bed, legs crossed underneath his laptop, clicking away at the thing with a focussed, almost troubled look on his face. It made Kaoru smile, to see him settled already and being his usual, Yoshiki self. Leaving the door open out of habit and comfort, Kaoru slipped into his bathroom and started some water. As he moved in and out of his room, gathering shower supplies and clothes, Yoshiki seemed to ignore him completely. It didn't take long, however, for that to change. Just as Kaoru was closing the shower curtain behind him, a barefoot, shirtless Yoshiki crept into the bathroom and leant casually back against the sink. Facing the shower, he was able to watch Kaoru's sillhouette vaguely through the curtain. It had taken a hell of a lot of willpower for him to not jump the man and demand he fuck him senseless the minute he'd laid eyes upon him, and at the moment he thought he deserved at least a few seconds of praise. Personal praise, of course, but hopefully that would change soon. Kaoru showered slowly, taking his time and stopping often to merely stand under the running water. When he'd stop, he would put his hands against the wall of the shower and lean into the spray, letting it run down his face to the rest of his body. Yoshiki cocked his head. He had never showered with the man before, and as he thought about it he realised he didn't know much at all about his home habits. His first impression was that they were very cute and somehow alluringly sexy, as well as absolutely casual. It was extremely Kaoru.

As he turned off the water, Yoshiki snuck back into his bedroom silently, leaving the younger with no knowledge of his presence. A short time later Kaoru came back into the bedroom half dressed and flopped onto the bed next to Yoshiki, who had put away the laptop and was now lounging on the bed with an English book in his hand, not really reading.

"Were you productive while I was gone?" Kaoru asked, a hint of huskiness in his voice which Yoshiki chose to feign ignorance to.

"You smell much better," he responded. Kaoru frowned, then rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling, one arm resting casually behind his head to keep his wet hair off of the pillow. The very silence was chipping away at Yoshiki's resolve, but years of practise helped him hold up, waiting for the proper cue. It came in the form of a lame, belated comeback.

"Better than you." Yoshiki cringed a little and turned slowly toward Kaoru, giving him a painfully skeptical look. Kaoru merely shrugged.

"Should I have joined you in the shower then, instead of being a good boy and merely watching?" Kaoru blushed ten shades of red in a matter of seconds, sitting up abruptly to stare down at his lover. A smarmy, mischievous smirk crept across Yoshiki's face, but he stayed where he was.

"Ho-hontou?" Kaoru stuttered. Yoshiki laughed a little, and then nodded slowly. Setting the book aside, he sat up a little, licking his lips slowly and sensually.

"You know you're extremely sexy when you're wet...?" Helplessly, Kaoru felt himself growing hard at the very tone of the other man's voice. He could only shake his head minutely, while in his mind he was practically praying for things to actually go right for once today. Smirking, Yoshiki turned lithely and began to crawl toward him, leading him onto his back until he was on all fours above him. Kaoru's mind did a happy dance. Yoshiki licked his lips again, then descended upon him in a searing kiss. The older man moaned as Kaoru slid his tongue across his lips, and opened his mouth eagerly to suck the wet, writhing muscle back. The action made Kaoru moan in return, and Yoshiki lowered himself slowly to press his entire body against the man beneath him. At the first touch of skin on skin the kiss increased in intensity, and Kaoru had to break it to catch his breath.

"Nngh, Yoshiki...." he moaned, bringing his hands down to the man's thighs and scratching lightly against the denim. Yoshiki gasped and pressed against him eagerly, then kissing him again went straight for the button on his pants. Kaoru managed to return the gesture at the same time, and they broke for a moment to kick off the bothersome garments before joining again in the middle of the bed. This time Kaoru gained the upper hand, and immediately rubbed their exposed erections together, making Yoshiki cry out. "Why don't you ever wear...ah...underwear...?" Yoshiki snatched at his shoulders and forced their mouths together, sucking Kaoru's lower lip into his mouth to chew on it gently. Kaoru groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling them even closer together. When Yoshiki broke the kiss he stared into Kaoru's eyes with a determined, lustful glare.

"Fuck me," he demanded, and Kaoru groaned, a wave of lust washing over him. Flying to his bedside table he withdrew a white tube and a condom, and hastily prepared himself. Yoshiki, however, was paying no attention to Kaoru. Instead he had wrapped his own hand around his shaft and was pumping himself slowly, moaning longingly into the pillows.

"Ahnn...Kaoruuu!" he practically screamed. Suddenly the man was beside him, and he turned him over carefully and took Yoshiki's hand in his own.

"Shhh..." he hushed, pressing his lips against Yoshiki's gently. In an instant Yoshiki screamed again, throwing his head back into the pillow as Kaoru shoved a finger into him. "Too rough?" Kaoru asked, his voice tinted with concern but dripping with lust. Yoshiki shook his head spastically and started to move against the finger, moaning low in his throat. Kaoru slipped his finger in and out quickly, revelling in the expression of near-painful exstasy on Yoshiki's face. Without warning, he added another two fingers just as roughly as the first, and Yoshiki stopped moving, a violent chill running through his entire body. He whimpered helplessly as Kaoru thrust into him harder, trembling as he tried to counter the movement. After just a moment Kaoru slipped his fingers out and climbed on top of him, bringing his mouth to the man's ear and nibbling lightly on his earlobe. It had been a long time since Kaoru had really been in control, and he'd missed it.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed, and Yoshiki moaned again.

"Oh, god! Kaoru...I want you!" he whined, pushing himself down a little to rub his ass against Kaoru's straining erection. Kaoru groaned, but didn't give in.

"How do you want me?" he asked, biting back more moans as Yoshiki pressed himself insistently against his manhood.

"I don't care, just fuck me!" Yoshiki yelled, raking his nails up Kaoru's back. The younger arched into the touch, and both men moaned loudly. In one smooth movement Kaoru had cradled Yoshiki against him, and he pressed himself deep into his lover. Yoshiki threw his head back into the pillows, pressing himself down against Kaoru until he was seated to the hilt. Kaoru pulled back teasingly slow, and Yoshiki whined. Impatient, Yoshiki dug his nails into his shoulders and shoved himself back down. Kaoru nearly screamed along with him, and clutched at him desperately, biting his lips.

"Yoshiki..." Kaoru breathed, pressing his bloody lips against his lover's. They were trembling, and Kaoru fought the urge to fuck the man senseless, enjoying the power he had. He smiled against Yoshiki's lips, and he whined again.

"Kaoru! Ya-yamero!" Yoshiki managed, and fought the vice-like grip Kaoru had on him, trying to make the man move. Kaoru merely laughed, and Yoshiki suddenly squeezed his lower muscles, making Kaoru's breath hitch. It was Yoshiki's turn to smirk. Suddenly their eyes met, and a moment passed in which time stopped for them, and the whole world seemed to fall away. Kaoru's grip loosened some, and Yoshiki moved against him, willing him to do something. And then, in an instant, Kaoru had hold of him once again, and was pounding mercilessly into him. Yoshiki screamed and tried to hold back his orgasm, but Kaoru reached for his throbbing erection and began to pump it roughly in time with his thrusts. In seconds Yoshiki felt his world start to spin, and he nearly blacked out as he came hard between their bodies. The sight of Yoshiki in such extreme pleasure combined with the clenching of muscles around his cock made Kaoru follow him almost perfectly. Spent, Kaoru collapsed onto Yoshiki, who was trembling violently and gasping for breath. He mustered all his will and rolled off of him carefully, making him wince. Shivering, Yoshiki snuggled into his lover, and Kaoru wrapped his arms around him lovingly. After a moment he placed a gentle kiss on the man's forehead, which was burning against his almost-numb lips.

"I love you," Yoshiki breathed. It suprised Kaoru a little, as he was used to hearing 'thank you' first. He smiled, closing his eyes and settling back against the bed.

"I love you," he responded quietly. But Yoshiki was already asleep, breathing slowly and methodically against his bare chest.

Kaoru didn't remember falling asleep, but he started dramatically as he was woken by the shrill ringing of Yoshiki's cell phone. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and reached for the annoying contraption. He could hear the soft splashing of the shower, and by the absence of the man knew Yoshiki had made himself comfortable there. The name on the screen was more familiar to him than he was happy with. Tired and frustrated, he chucked the phone onto the other side of the bed and rolled onto his side, clutching a pillow to him. He felt dirtier than he had yesterday, and he made a face. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sound of the shower and thought. Well, Yoshiki did say he was watching him yesterday...and maybe thinking about joining him...he wouldn't mind killing two birds with one stone, would he? Deciding he felt bad enough to risk it, Kaoru rolled out of the bed and stalked toward the bathroom. As he approached the door, he heard a soft sound. It made Kaoru smile, and he stopped in the doorway to listen. Yoshiki was humming. He didn't have the kind of voice people expect to be called beautiful, but he was always on pitch and never concerned, which made for a carefree sort of beautiful. The kind that makes people smile when they're depressed. Unfortunately, Yoshiki didn't think anything of the sort, so rarely sang for anything but work if he knew anyone was watching. Quietly, Kaoru crept toward the shower and slipped inside when he knew his lover was facing the other way. Not wanting to startle him, but realising there was no way he wouldn't, he merely picked up a bar of soap and started washing. Yoshiki jumped when he felt his hand brush past him, but sighed as he realised what it was.

"Don't do that," he scolded. Kaoru laughed a little.

"Why not?"

"It's scary. How many American horror movies have you watched recently?" Kaoru stepped up beside him and rinsed himself.

"None."

"That's right. So don't do it." Yoshiki practically ignored him, continuing at a somewhat faster pace. Kaoru watched him, working slowly.

"You don't have to stop just because I'm here." Yoshiki blinked at him a little.

"What do you mean?"

"You were singing." Yoshiki gave him a little look, then chose to ignore him. Kaoru smiled. "What was it?" Sighing, Yoshiki turned to him frustratedly.

"Something for VUK. Now can I have the soap, please?" He finished briskly and stepped out of the shower, and Kaoru followed him, shutting off the water. Yoshiki handed him a towel and went into the bedroom.

"Gackt called," Kaoru told him after a moment.

"I see that," Yoshiki called back. He stalked back into the bathroom with a comb and a hairdryer, and set the cell phone on a counter. Impulsively, Kaoru embraced him from behind and kissed his cheek fleetingly, then went off to get dressed. He made them breakfast as Yoshiki did himself up, which Kaoru found nitpicky since they probably weren't going anywhere, and had just set the table when Yoshiki came to join him, his cell phone held to his ear and his other hand in his pocket. He knelt across from him without taking the phone away, and then took it away from his ear suddenly, glared at it, and tossed it onto the table offhandedly.

"What did he want?" Kaoru asked, doling out a few of the food items. Yoshiki helped him.

"What does Gackt always want? Money and sex." Kaoru stopped suddenly, and Yoshiki clicked his tongue. "Not from me." Hesitantly, Kaoru resumed his serving. "Let's not talk about that. Itadakimasu!"

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