updated chapters 1-3
Title: The hues in us all
chapter: 1-3/10
Author: victoriakada
Rating overall: NC-17
Pairing: IntetsuXSaga, Jun(phantasmagoria) X Inetesu, Aiji X Intestu hinting at KiritoX Aiji, YumhitoXAoi
Bands: LM.C, Ayabie, … phantasmagoria, Alice Nine
Warning: Dissociative Identity Disorder, smut, bondage, blow jobs, asphyxiation and pairings to fulfill my own nose obsession,
Disclaimer: I do not own these people and nothing is real...
synopsis: There was a darker side to Intetsu, that one he knew about but how many others hues of himself were there?
Chapter 1
Intetsu: himself
“Damn it!” Intetsu cried once he safely hid himself in the ally created between two buildings. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he collapsed to the ground, hugging his knees and began to gently rock himself.
Maybe I should tell my parents, he thought. It’s been getting so much worse…No I can’t. That’s what made us move to Japan in the first place. I better not. I don’t need to go back. I don’t need to go back. I’m perfectly fine….
He was lying to himself and he knew it, but the lies were so much easier than the truth. For the truth was not like those pretty key chains that he would find himself possessing or like discovering that he spent the whole afternoon taking photos of his rabbit. No, the truth was dirtier; it was foul, like a cancer eating away at his very being. The truth was that scene he just ran from, just like the increasing number that he had ran from since Ayabie started getting noticed.
He stood, brushing the last few tears away with this forearm and then dirt off his black pants that he couldn’t remember putting on.
You’re fine, he told himself. Just go home and read a book.
Intetsu, once sure of himself, walked to the train station, happy that it was in a neighborhood that he knew. Sometimes when he’d wake like this he’d find himself totally lost. It was those days that he would end up panicking and getting himself more lost.
At least we’re not touring, Intetsu thought stepping onto the train and into an empty seat amongst the small crowd.
As the train pulled away he looked at his nail, black. He wiggled his nose swearing that they had been silver yesterday, but when was yesterday. Was it just a day ago; was it weeks, or even just a few hours?
He shook his head dispelling the thoughts and decided it was best to count the number of people on the train to keep his mind occupied. Once the right stop came, and the number came to somewhere in the high 50s, Intetsu got off and made his way quickly home.
“Tadaima,” Intetsu stated automatically pulling off his shoes at the entrance. His parents were very keen on speaking Japanese at home, at first it was hard for all of them, but the extra practice paid off in the end. Even if it end resulted made his speech a little slow.
“Is that you dear?” Intetsu’s mother asked.
“Yes,” he replied walked into the living room.
“You left really suddenly last night. Is everything ok?”
“It’s fine,” Intetsu nodded then made his way to his bedroom to avoid further questioning.
“Don’t forget your medication.” She called out.
Intetsu groaned for a moment, having already made it to his door when he was reminded. So he went back into the kitchen and purred himself a glass of water, and with a sigh he took the pill bottle down. He looked at the pills for a moment their chalk yellow color seemed depressing, like the yolk from a broken egg. He took on and put it on his tongue then in one quick gulp it was gone. Opening the fridge, he grabbed a few greens for this rabbit, Maron, and a few strawberries for himself, before going back.
His bedroom was always kept neat. His desk might’ve been a bit cluttered when compared, and when Intetsu opened the door he was thankful that his bedroom remained the same as his mental image. He dropped the greens in Maron’s cage and plopped on the bed, strawberry in his mouth.
“Ouch,” he groaned having hit something.
He grabbed for the object that caused the pain the shoot through his scalp. It was his book, placed on the bed for a convenience. He grumbled at himself for forgetting such a think before opening the book to read.
All was fine now. His world was just as it had always been no need to worry, he assured himself.
Chapter 2
Intetsu: Black Intetsu
I woke up to the alarm I had set the night before, and, groping a bit, I finally shut off that stupid melody. I swear one day I’ll throw the damn thing against the wall until it shatters into a million bits. I sat up in bed. A book, that I could only assume on was on my chest, fell and I shoved it back on the bed.
I yawned and stretched before, finally, pulling myself from the bed. The rabbit’s cage in the corner caught my eye; I smiled wickedly walking over to it. I wondered if I snapped its neck how long Intetsu would cry. I opened the cage door and stuck my hand inside. Maron hopped over sniffing as if I had a treat in my hand. I rubbed its head before closing the door. I’m much smarter than to actually snap its little neck, for if Intetsu were to wake up and see his precious Maron limp he would check himself in.
By now you’re probably wondering what the bloddy fuck is going on here. This isn’t the Intetsu you know, glittered nails and slow speech, no I’m much darker than any Intetsu you’ve seen or you might’ve. Those early days of interviews for Ayabie were so wondrous. I could easily add that Intetsu like bands Slayer, Rammstein, whoever, and then he would go along with it later. Intetsu lies to himself so often that it didn’t matter anymore. I could say that his latest hobby was shibari and the next thing you’d know he’d be tying himself up. I could do anything and fucking wouldn’t think anything of it. He didn’t want to go back and as long as I kept myself up when I was him he wouldn’t do anything drastic.
I quickly got dressed in a standard Intetsu’s outfit, black pants, vest and white shirt. I even added bow around the collar and pulled on Intetsu’s glasses. And as I glazed at myself in the mirror no one would be able to know that I was the one in control, which was exactly what was needed today, or at least the morning.
What to do tonight, I thought and lifted the mattress of Intetsu’s bed grabbing the little black book of numbers there. I had to hide this because if these numbers appeared in Intetsu’s cell phone he would quickly delete them, and then who I would be left to fuck.
I flipped through the book selecting just the right person before I grabbed Intetsu’s cell phone, the bejeweled thing made me sick to even hold it.
“Hello?” The other’s voice came over the phone.
“Hello, Saga,” I stated in my most domineering voice.
“Who’s this?”
My eyebrows knitted together, “Are you that much of a whore that you can’t remember, or did I make you cum so hard that you forgot about it so that your normal fuck wouldn’t be so pathetic?”
“Intetsu?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re done with your tour?”
“Yes,” he replied, almost too eager.
“Good. I’m coming by this afternoon, be ready.”
I hung up the phone not letting him put up any protest, grabbed a few strawberry for breakfast, and headed for the train station. Today Intetsu had his doctor’s appointment, like he always had once a week, tours not included, and I didn’t want to be late.
I had taken over Intetsu’s visits for a while now. It was better that way, wouldn’t want him to confess that he was starting to get black outs again. Though, I highly doubted that he’d do it now as easily as he did before. He had a life now, a band, and fans that would miss him if he left. It would have to get much worse for Intetsu to finally confess, but I know I was having fun. The Others…
You must be wondering about the others, yes? Surely if I was here it seemed likely that there would be more. Isn’t there always more in these cases? I know of just one, the pink frilly one that always painted Intetsu’s nails in that girly-shit. I swear nothing was spared, his phone, ipod, hell even his PSP had been recently decorated with jewels. She-he, whatever, irritated me to no end, but that one listened. After the pink one I have no clue who else was in here. I’m sure there were others but they never made their presence known to me. All for the best.
I stepped out of the train and snaked my way through the streets of Tokyo to the doctor’s office. I walked into his office, thankful that the doctor was keen on his time.
“How are you doing?” He asked.
“Fine,” I replied sitting on the leather sofa.
Intetsu had started seeing this doctor, after being ‘cured’ during his stay in the sanatorium. I think he was cured in a way. I remember not being there, but then I slowly was able to come back. I’m sure it was the band stress that made me come back, made the others come back. Hell it might’ve even created more of us. All one big fucking happy family in this guy’s head.
“How’s the band going?”
“It’s good. We’re on break now. So I get to relax a bit, start back on my reading,” I replied pushing up the glasses that slipped down my nose.
I knew I looked pathetically cute right now. I learned quickly that along with looking the part saying the right things had the doctor completely oblivious to what could be really going on. It was kind of like a game.
“Any stresses?”
“No. Well, I’m actually going to go on a date this afternoon. I’m a little nervous with that.”
“Really tell me about it?”
Ah the lies that I could easily create and have this guy eating out of my hand.
“I think it’s going to go well, movie and a lunch.”
Or better yet fucking him until his neighbor complains, I thought.
Talks continued and soon the hour session ended, and I was quickly on my way home. After all, I couldn’t greet that whore Saga in such a plain outfit. I wanted him dripping with lust the moment he laid eyes on me, and if he saw me in my current state he would laugh.
I opened the door home and made my way to Intetsu’s room. His mother, however, stopped me before I could enter the bedroom. She made a note to say how I had forgotten to feed that fucking rabbit, not her words of course. I had to bite my tongue and apologize making the case that I was running late on my appointment. She was happy with that answer and told me about some rose garden in bloom. I smiled thanking her and pretended that I was actually interested.
Finally free from her grasp, I opened the closet and dug through it. Intetsu always did the most irritating thing of putting my clothes in the back. You know Ayabie’s alter ego band…Yeah that was me. I came to the practice one day and was fond over enough that I said it was an idea that we could go on stage like this. Red contacts are so cool.
Right now, though, it was time to get ready, and more important to buy a few toys before I left.
Chapter 3
Saga opened the door, and I stepped in not bothering to take off my shoes. My eyes never fell on him those first few moments as I made my way into his living room and sat in one of his leather chairs. I grabbed a cigarette from the pack left on the end table and lit up; Saga wouldn’t mind. As I slowly exhaled that first whiff, whips of smoke whirling above my head. Saga gazed upon in awe from a few feet away, and as he looked upon me with those lascivious eyes I too looked at him with that same desire.
He had a smirk on his face that I knew I would smack off soon enough, but other than that he was dressed like the slut he was. For this session he chose a sleeveless top that was, not only small in length, but tight on his skin. The color spoke of passion and the cut off fabric around the neck allowing me to see those sharp collar bones. My eyes scanned further, the shirt ending abruptly and brought with its end tracks of pale skin. His stomach was flat and dipped at his bellybutton.
I licked my lips unconsciously as Saga placed a hand on his hip. I thought about punishing him for the impatient gesture, but the way his muscles twisted and turned underneath that taught flash had me thinking about my own desire more than his insolence. His hip bone stuck out sharply then my view ended, for tight black jeans blocked the journey of my eyes across his skin.
It was then that I looked towards his face. I must’ve taken longer buying my toys than I though, for Saga had not only done his hair but his make up as well. The blond hair was angled more towards one side of his face, covering an eye. While his kohl was dark opening his almond colored eyes.
I tapped the cigarette, ashes falling onto the floor, as I crossed my legs.
Sighing I grinned, “A slut like you is always ready.”
“Yes, Intetsu-sama,” Saga obediently replied knowing his place at once.
“Come here.”
Saga took a step foreword, but I quickly held up a hand.
“Such a whore should know by now that his place is on all fours,” I cooed but held a stiff malice in my intonation as I exhaled another breath from the cigarette.
Saga fell, apologizing, “I’m sorry, Intetsu-sama.”
“If I remember I ordered you to come here!” I spat.
Saga came, crawling those four or five steps, but it was the manner of seeing him crawl like the wonting slut he was that had me so invigorated. For he arced his back, his spine being seen and his ass stuck out like he was ready to be fucked, such a cat like quality went straight to my cock.
“How can I please you, Intetsu-sama?” He asked.
I blew my cigarette smoke towards him, and while he was distracted, closing his eyes from the smoke, I surprised him, taking those blond locks into my fist.
“What makes you think I would like a whore like you touch me!” I hissed, taking another whiff.
I could feel him wincing underneath my grasp. “Please, I know that I’m a whore, and that I am not even worthy to lay eyes on you, master.”
“That’s right,” I agreed, but baited him to continue.
“I would not want anything more than to please you. With my mouth or by my body your pleasure is my own!” He nearly screamed as I let go with much force, a few strands of blond deciding they would rather remain within my grasped.
I uncrossed my legs leaning down and forcing his head up. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, and I took it in my mouth sucking for a moment before biting down. His gasp sent a chill in me, and I continued upward biting and sucking on his exposed neck. Saga’s hands reminded still even if I had him sitting up on his knees, angling his neck so that it exposed more of his skin. He was such a whore even when it came to simple things. I knew his balance was probably shaking, but he did not touch me, no nothing without permission. I really should find out who taught him all this and thank him.
I captured his lips smashing mine against his then slid my tongue into his hot cavern. It was a messy kiss, dirty, just liked I liked it.
“And how will you please your master?”
He leaned foreword; I knew exactly what he was thinking. ‘I’ll suck him of’ but no I didn’t want that just yet. I wanted to humiliate him. I wanted to hear him saw all those sinful thoughts there were passing in his mind. I wanted him to hear how much of a slut he was.
I slapped his hand that was inching towards my crotch.
“Tell me,” I took another breath from the cigarette before placing it on the edge of the end table. “What is it you want to do to appease your master?”
“I want your cock,” he quickly spoke. “I don’t care how. Let me suck you off if that is your wish, or burry it deep inside me. I am here to please you.”
A satisfied smile crossed my lips, though I was slightly disappointed that he didn’t struggle with it as much his other band mate did when I had him a few days ago. I sighed mentally, oh well.
“Then why have you not started?”
Saga eagerly took action, unfastening my leather pants and sticking a hand in side before taking me out. I was already half-hard, thoughts of what was to come and seeing him on the ground like that always had that effect on me. He started to stroke my arousal in his palm bringing it to life as I let out a single moan deep in the back of my throat.
I, again, found one of my hands entangled in those blond locks. Seeing his eyes, I moved his head to look at me, his master. Those almond orbs were drunk with lust, and they had shined, begging to be given the order. Or maybe I was holding on too tight and those were tears.
I brought my other hand to trail down his chin before outlining those lips. How many times have I’ve seen them engulfing my erection, swollen after I delivered my seed deep in his throat. Each time was better than the one before, and each time I had to have more self-control. I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock into the back of his throat and have him chocking around my engrossed length, too much for him to handle, but that was never the case; Saga could always handle more.
“Use that mouth of yours.”
I knew that was an over used line. I’m sure Saga heard that or a variation of it plenty of times. He ignored the cliché, or didn’t care as much as I did about overused lines and got started with his work.
He placed a hand around my root for a moment coming close, as if to admire my hard on as an idol. His hot breath hit me though, and I clinch at his hair, my hand was still in his hair, urging him to get started. It was with that bit of encouragement that he stuck out his tongue to lick the head. I leaned back as he slowly began to lick his way around my cock, as if to paint it with his saliva. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when his tongue encircled my reddening head again.
I learned quickly from the other times that Saga knew what he was doing, and it was better to not immediately shove my length down his throat. I knew he could handle it but it was much better to have it inside that tight ass. And, as expected, he soon had me in his mouth. He had only swallowed the head continuing the lap at it with his tongue as his hand, which had remained at my base, started moving, stroking me, filling me with an intoxicating lust.
“Saga…” I moaned once he finally started to suck me like a good pet.
His pace was slow taking me in bit by bit, then explored the new flesh with his tongue while his hand continued to stroke. Once he felt like he had the right amount of my cock down his throat he began to purr. The vibrations from his throat sent shock waves through me, and I was moaning more. His tongue slipped passed my head again, taking it into the slit before humming again, little moans emitted from his own throat begging for more.
It was then that Saga’s mind blowing skill no longer matter. I took a firmer grip of his hair and shoved myself into his mouth until I could feel the back of his throat. This surprised him; I could feel him gagging. I didn’t care thought and started to fuck his mouth. I could feel him struggling against me for a few moments before he got the rhythm and was making me see stars. The back of this tongue so light as he curved it around me, the tip of his tongue flicking around my base. I began to fuck his mouth he had a bag of tricks and was only just using them.
I could feel myself tighten, coming to the edge as I tightened the grip on his hair, shoving my cock to the back of his throat to make sure all of my cum was not wasted. Then as he hummed around me once more I found my release staying there as I rode out my orgasm. I pulled away taking a deep breath as I buttoned myself back up.
I kind of hated how intoxicated he could make me fee with that mouth of his, but to forego such a ritual was unthinkable. I looked down at Saga who, like a good whore, had swallowed every last drop, licking his swollen lips to make sure. Yet, I knew that behind those lips he was smirking, because he knew what he could do to me.
Angrily, I pulled his hair. “Were not done yet, whore!”
I was now looming over him, having stood with my grip still firmly in his hair.
“If you think I don’t know that smug look when I know it your wrong! Get to the fucking bedroom now!”