{fic} Eternal Insanity - Byou x Shin - ScReW/alsdead
Title: Eternal Insanity
Chapters: 1/1
Author: paige_nevaeh
Genre: Romance, sort of. A little bit of smut.
Rating: 15+
Bands: SCREW/Alsdead
Pairing: Byou/Shin
Summary: “You’re not really who you say you are, are you? You pretend to be this cocky, sexy singer, but you’re not.”
Disclaimer: If they were mine I’d be too busy gawking at Byou to write about him.
Comments: I decided to write another SCREW fic for those who asked :] this is a lot better than my GazettE fic I posted last week haha. So please read it and tell me what you think.
It was Byou’s day off.
And, dear God, did he deserve it. Recording a new album was stressful to say the least, and his band mates were not exactly being helpful.
How exactly was one supposed to complete an album when his drummer couldn’t even remember to bring his drumsticks to the recording studio?
Byou decided that today he’d indulge in a little retail therapy, in other words: spending as much money as he felt like until he felt better.
The singer entered his favourite store; a small boutique specialising in men’s clothes, smart shirts, ties, that kind of thing. Despite the visual kei look that Byou sported onstage and in SCREW’s PVs the brunette did like to dress nicely on occasions.
Byou was checking out a particularly nice shirt that had just caught his eye on one of the hangers, it was pretty simple, white and fitted; of course, one could never have enough shirts.
Byou picked up the said shirt, and noticed something in the corner, or someone, Byou eyed the man for a moment, he was young, he looked younger than Byou, tall, very skinny, and his long hair, which was black and red, styled into numerous spikes could only be described as…pretty damn awesome. But, he defiantly did not look like the type of man to be shopping in this certain store. And Byou recognized him, but he could not put a finger on where he’d seen him before.
He slid his big dark shades on top of his head to get a better look at the male. Their eyes locked suddenly and Byou looked away, blushing a little.
He looked back up and saw him approaching. Byou couldn’t help but stare at him…not that Byou liked him or anything…if this guy didn’t want people to look at him then he shouldn’t have been wearing such revealing clothes. The tight black vest showed off most of his slim stomach and the silver stud in his belly button, and the skinny jeans were slung so slow that Byou could see his hip bones.
“Well hey there, Byou.”
Byou raised his eyebrows, surprised. How does guy know me? In his sunglasses and his black fedora it wasn’t as if it was obvious that he was the well-known SCREW vocalist, anyway it’s not like the Byou that people saw in the media would be seen dead in this place.
“D-do I know you?” Byou stuttered a little, and then cleared his throat; giving the latter a look that he hoped made him look confident and cool, not like the moron that he felt.
“I’d like to think you did.” The red haired guy replied with a smirk. “Do you not read Shoxx Magazine?”
Byou blinked, trying to think back to the last issue, he didn’t buy it, but he often checked out the front cover when he was buying the daily newspaper, then it hit him.
“Oh! Oh, you’re in that band…” He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name, but yes, it was so clear to him now; of course he’d seen that hair before, and that stupid smirk that this guy still had plastered across his face.
“Alsdead.” He nodded. “I’m Shin, the guitarist.”
“Oh, ok. Nice to meet you, Shin.” Byou said, and then turned his attention back to the shirt; he pretended to be checking out the price label.
“If you ask me,” Shin brought his head closer to the vocalist’s. Byou felt his cheeks burn, “I much prefer the purple one you glanced at when you first came in.”
“Are you following me?” Byou snapped, stepping away from the young guitarist, who just shrugged and gave him that same stupid smirk. It made Byou want to punch him.
“I might be, but can you blame me? You’re just so mysterious.”
“W-what do you mean?” Byou mumbled stupidly.
“You’re not really who you say you are, are you? You pretend to be this cocky, sexy singer, but you’re not. I mean, look where we are, you’d never wear this kind of shit onstage would you? And you’re not as confident as you’d like to be, am I right? I’ve seen you live, I’ve seen the way you do all that fanservice, but look at you now, all flustered just because I’m talking to you.”
“Just who do you think you are?” Byou retorted. “You don’t know me; you don’t know who I am. Just piss off.” Byou was not going to be spoken to like that, especially not on his day off, and especially not by some cocky little brat.
Shin didn’t look at all fazed by Byou’s outburst. “But, you don’t want me to go, do you?”
Just what did he mean by that?
“I saw the way you were looking at me, as if you wanted to eat me up. I think you’re interested in me.” Shin moved closer to Byou, who stepped backwards, back hitting against the wall. “And I” Shin trailed one finger down the front of Byou’s shirt, “I am so very interested in you.” He moved closer to the vocalist and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I really need to go try this shirt on…” Byou murmured, but making no attempt to push Alsdead’s young guitarist away.
“Then I’ll come with you.” Shin replied, kissing Byou’s neck.
Byou pushed Shin away; luckily no one had been watching them, this was wrong, so wrong. They were in public, they were men, he’d never met this kid before, and yet, Byou grunted and grabbed Shin by the wrist and dragged him towards the changing rooms.
“You’re a persistent little brat, aren’t you?”
“I- I’d like to try this on.” Byou muttered, red-faced to the young sales assistant. She smiled back, pleasantly.
“Right this way, sir.” She led Byou to the cubical at the end of the changing rooms.
“Thank you.” Byou nodded and gave her a smile. He pulled the curtain closed and let out a deep sigh.
“Byou!” He heard Shin call a few minutes later. “Byou, I got that other shirt you wanted to try, honey.”
Byou cringed, why did the idiot have to go and say that? Shin was meant to just turn up and pretend to be just giving him the shirt. Shin was making it look like they were dating.
“Baka!” Byou hissed, pulling Shin behind the curtain. “I have to shop here, don’t embarrass me.”
Shin gave Byou his famous smirk and pushed Byou against the wall.
“They’ll get over it.” He edged closer to Byou. “Hey, do you think these changing rooms have hidden cameras?”
Byou opened his mouth to reply, but Shin captured Byou’s lips with his own. Byou pushed his tongue into Shin’s mouth, their tongues tangled in a fierce battle for dominance, Byou pressed his knee against Shin’s crotch, making the young man let out a soft moan against Byou’s lips.
Ha, not so cocky now are you?
Byou let a triumphant grin spread across his face; Shin had let his guard down, allowing Byou to take control. He made the kiss become more frantic and heated, Shin’s hands slipped up Byou’s shirt, he caressed the soft, tanned skin, trailing his fingers across the toned stomach, the chiselled chest. Byou tipped back his head and moaned as Shin’s hand brushed Byou’s nipple.
He was starting to lose control; he was starting to become undone. Here he was in a changing room, with an arrogant man he’d just met moments ago, the said male had ended the kiss and was leaving a wet trail of sloppy kisses down his neck, and, God, it was turning Byou on so much.
“Oh God, Shin.” Byou gasped. The red-head had started working on Byou’s shirt, undoing the plastic buttons; kissing the skin as it was exposed.
The sound of SCREW’s ‘Kairos’ playing interrupted the two men.
“You have your own song as your ringtone?” Shin mocked.
“It’s an awesome song.” Byou laughed, slipping his hand into his jean pocket, and pulled out the ringing mobile phone.
“Ignore it.” Shin whined, wrapping his arms around Byou and nuzzling his neck.
“No, it might be important.” Byou pressed a button on the phone and brought it to his ear. “Moshi moshi?”
“Byou, hey, it’s Kazuki, um, can you get down to the recording studio today? Me and Manabu went over to finish off some stuff…there’s been a little problem, Manabu spilt some coffee and…”
Byou didn’t hear the rest of what Kazuki was saying, Shin was now stood behind him, tongue slowly trailing down Byou’s neck, hands sliding down Byou’s pants. Byou flinched as he felt the other man touching him, and felt the blood rushing to one particular area of his body.
“I HAVE TO GO!” Byou yelped down the phone and snapped it shut.
He wriggled away from Shin, and turned to face him, the guitarist was looking extremely pleased with himself.
He glared at Shin. “That wasn’t cool.”
Shin’s eyes nearly doubled in size as Byou’s belt buckle hit the floor with a clunk, followed by his white boxer shorts.
“If I let you suck my dick will you stop being an annoying little brat?”
“I doubt it; you can try it though.” Shin smiled, crouching down on his knees. “Tell me you want me.”
“No.”
Shin chuckled, bringing his face closer to Byou’s erection. Byou shuddered as Shin let his hot breath ghost over his swollen organ; the whole crazy situation seemed to have regrettably gotten him hard - Shin might think that Byou was enjoying it or something.
“Tell me.”
Byou shook his head, Shin stuck out his pink pointed tongue and licked the head of Byou’s member; the vocalist gave a low growl. Shin didn’t pursue and took his mouth away from Byou’s erection. He kissed the smooth skin of Byou’s inner thigh; he placed soft fluttery kisses from his thigh to his prominent hip bone.
“Please tell me?”
“N-no.” Byou moaned; Shin was driving him crazy; he was starting to crave Shin’s lips, but he wouldn’t give in to him. There was no way.
Shin’s lips suddenly wrapped themselves around Byou’s cock.
Byou threw his head backwards, groaning.
“Oh shit, Shin; I want you.”
Well, he tried.
He saw the satisfied look on Shin’s face and thrusted harshly into Shin’s mouth. Shin gagged a bit, but Byou stopped to give him time to adjust to the intrusion. Shin snaked a hand behind Byou’s back and pinched him hard on the backside.
Byou let out a soft whimper. He found the pain quite pleasurable.
Shin hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard on Byou. He changed his pace every so often, hard and fast, then slow and sensual, he’d let Byou’s cock nearly fall out of his mouth completely before taking as much of it as he could, his small nose nearly touching Byou’s flat stomach.
Byou himself was trying to restrain himself from crying out loud, he bit down hard on his bottom lip, but soft gasps still escaped his mouth.
“Shin…Shin, I-I’m g-gonna…” Byou’s voice trailed off, the words getting stuck in his throat.
Shin trailed his hand up Byou’s thigh, caressing his skin. He let his teeth graze along the bottom of Byou’s hard cock and moved his mouth upwards, lips just covering the head again, his wickedly talented tongue swirled around the head, lapping at the precum leaking from Byou’s erection.
Byou came with a shudder and a loud groan. “Oh Shin!” He moaned.
Shin swallowed Byou’s load, eyes glazed over with lust. He licked his lips seductively, and then rose to give Byou a long, slow open-mouthed kiss.
Byou pulled Shin closer to him, tasting his own salty taste on Shin’s tongue.
They pulled away, Shin smiled at Byou, not his usual smirk, but a cute boyish grin.
“Your plan failed.”
“…What?” Byou mumbled kissing Shin again.
“I’m not going to go away and stop bugging you now.”
“Good.” Byou said with a happy sigh.
Byou pulled the curtain of the changing room over, a huge blush taking over his face, his face was sweaty and he knew he looked hot and bothered, and Shin…Shin just looked like the cat that’d got the cream. It couldn’t be more obvious what had just happened in that changing room.
“How were the shirts?” The sales assistant asked. Byou’s blush darkened.
“Um…they’re good. I’ll take them both.”
He scurried past her, ignoring Shin’s childish giggles.
“I wouldn’t be laughing if I was you.” Byou warned. “Because I’m taking this tonight.” He smirked, squeezing Shin’s arse cheek.
Shin simply gave him that couldn’t-care-less smirk that he had perfected “I look forward to it.”