Seeing Red - ZeroxKaryu - Oneshot ~
Title: Seeing Red
Author: shii_tan
Beta / Shrink / Devil in my left ear: ahmtal
Genre: Angsty humor, smut
Warnings: Explicit content and language, cursing, Zeroness☆
Rating: R
Pairing: ZeroxKaryu
Synopsis: After a long night at the studio, the only thing Zero wants is to drop Karyu off and drive home... but the leader has other plans.
Comments: Written for soemia85's birthday three weeks ago LOL. I'm horrible XD
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Seeing Red
♪ Thinking of You, A Perfect Circle
Zero carefully laid his precious gig bag on the backseat and closed the door with as many precautions. He couldn't help but wince as he straightened up: his shoulders and back were so sore... When Karyu finally decided that they were done for the night, Zero felt like dropping on his knees and kiss the ground. But Zero was not really the kind to emote, and he had only nodded a grateful nod at the band leader. He rolled his shoulder experimentally, grimacing whenever a sharp pain arose. A bath was probably the best thing he needed right now, but instead of getting in and drive home, he searched his inner pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
"There's no way this is going in the trunk."
The bassist released a cloud of smoke and laid his half-mast eyes on Karyu who was glaring at the backseat in disapproval. You're late. The guitarist mumbled something about his lack of respect towards his almighty leader and threatened to call a cab to go home instead, but Zero watched him with satisfaction as he sat on the passenger seat and put his precious guitar down between his feet.
"It's my car. I'll do what the fuck I want."
He had been the one asking for a ride home, after all. Besides, he could have left his guitar in the studio but Karyu had insisted to take it with him for some 'bonding time', whatever that meant. The redhead raised an eyebrow.
"I swear to God," he threatened, "if anything happens to the finish, you're dead."
Zero's eyes lingered a little to long on Karyu's lips for his taste, but he quickly got a hold of himself and shot him a dubious look as he switched on the ignition. He figured that he was relatively safe for the moment. His peformance at the studio tonight had been far from glorious, but this was only because he hadn't had a decent night of sleep in a very long time.
The bassist was distractingly listening to his friend talking about arrangement changes he wanted to make first thing tomorrow morning - or in just a few hours, to be exact. Karyu's perfectionism drove them dangerously crazy sometimes, to the point of making his bandmates wish he would just shut the hell up, but Zero had to admit that Karyu was usually right. When the time had come to choose their first single after the Taste Of Chaos tour and he had insisted Cocoon came as a B-side, they had been a little more than reluctant.
'We have to make them think we fell asleep,' Karyu had said with that twisted light in his eyes, that weird look Zero didn't like so much, 'that we lost our identity and conformed to the masses. Then bam! They'll never know what hit them.' The guitarist had then laughed an evil laugh and before they knew it, they were all cheering and patting themselves on their backs like none of the discussion had ever happened.
Karyu could be very convincing when he wanted to.
Zero hadn't minded much that day but now, the event inspired him a strange feeling akin to jealousy. No, that wasn't quite it: he envied the other man; the influence he had on others. That and the fact that he always seemed to be right. It kind of got on his nerves now. Vaguely. He wasn't sure.
"Get out."
Zero frowned and opened his mouth to reply that no, he had no intention to stay but Karyu had already disappeared in the building. And it wasn't when he slammed his car door shut, not even when he got into the elevator but much later, when he saw Karyu's appartment door ajar that he realized he had obeyed him on autopilot. Again.
Damn it.
He went in anyway but stopped dead in his tracks, just in time to see Karyu sprawled across the couch, stretching his limbs like a feline.
"I wasn't so sure about the wood..." he arched his back with an appreciative purr, "but I like it."
"... uh huh."
Karyu could have been talking about the war in Middle-East, whatever he had for lunch or the secrets of the universe at that moment, Zero's comment would have been the same. It was difficult for him to think with what was happening in his field of vision. But he figured that it had something to do with the new instrument now back on its stand by the bookshelf, because it seemed... well, more likely. The guitarist crossed his arms behind his head; a sly smile unfolding on his lips.
"You're staring," he said.
Zero blinked. "I am not!"
Karyu burst out laughing; Zero nervously averted his eyes and decided that retreating to the kitchen was a very good idea. He needed something to clear his head. Something to help him think. The thought of brewing fresh coffee crossed his mind; he let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the machine was half full. Good. The guitarist brushed against him as he walked to the fridge but Zero managed to stay calm.
Zero firmly nodded as he promised himself not to enjoy the sight of Karyu looking for a late night snack. His gaze would not trail along the guitarist's arm and his fingers wrapped around the handle of the appliance. He would not gasp when Karyu's shirt lifted up as he bent over to get a better view of the bottom drawers, and he would not, under any circumstances, lick his bottom lip as Karyu bit his own when he would find something promising. At least not voluntarily. Then Zero distractedly wondered what it would feel like to experience all of those body parts at the same time, and all of a sudden, Zero's throat was really dry.
Coffee. The two syllables came back to him and with them the promise of an escape. He promptly poured himself a cup and brought it to his lips, leaning against the kitchen counter. With a bit of luck, he would be out of this place before things had the chance to become too uncomfortable. Or his pants too tight.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Karyu was inspecting a box of leftovers with a disgruntled face.
"I don't mind."
"But you don't even know how old it is... Man, this is gross! I really need to buy some new stuff."
Zero's eyebrows furrowed. "I said I didn't mind."
"Ooo... Feeling a little rebellious tonight, aren't we?"
Karyu smirked, and the bassist's eyes swiftly moved from the blonde's back to the door. His brain was already calculating the odds of getting out of there with his dignity intact but instead of making his move, the guitarist resumed his fridge explorations. Zero took a sip anyway, and tried hard not to grimace at the funky taste of the beverage. With a sigh of exasperation, Karyu stood up.
"Zero, Zero,... Zero."
The guitarist snatched the cup away from his hands at the third utterance. Zero gasped and closed his eyes tightly, parting his lips as he waited for Karyu to finally -
Turn on the water?
Zero cautiously lifted an eyelid. The guitarist was washing his mug; he poured some fresh water in the coffee maker reservoir, and added grounded beans in the machine, humming the song they had been working on all day.
"Are you alright?" he asked casually.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Zero wanted to say, but his eyes widened in horror when he saw the predatory grin on Karyu's face as he walked closer - so close in fact that their bodies were basically touching. Those random mood changes were never, ever a good thing - like that one time when Karyu embushed him in the filthiest gas station they had ever been into, terrible stench and cockroaches included. Whatever would have happened if Hizumi hadn't showed up at that precise moment would remain a mystery; let's say he still had flashbacks every now and then, and always made sure the guitarist was busy doing something else when he needed to use the restroom.
"You look a little... tense."
The last word, purred in his left ear, resonated in a much lower place than originally intended. If the person in front of him hadn't been Karyu, that is - because Karyu always knew what he was doing. Always.
"Hm... no? Well, in any case, it's getting late. So thanks for... uh, whatever and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Don't even think about it. "
The bassist shuddered when Karyu's tongue traced the curve of his neck. He tried to ignore the hands unbuttonning his shirt, and the warm breath whispering in his ear. He tried hard. But it was pointless, as Zero knew he had been doomed since he entered this place - no, since he had accepted to drive Karyu home. You sneaky bastard.
"I could give you a million reasons," he continued. "Like, it's completely unthinkable to let you drive home this late at night. Or, by using one car instead of two, we can play an active part in the war against gobal warming. But the truth is much simpler than that, ne? You are here tonight because..."
"Because..." Zero echoed, closing his eyes as one of Karyu's hands found itself running through his dark, wavy hair, massaging the base of his neck.
"... you want me. Say it."
Yes. He couldn't tell if the word had really left his lips or if he had only thought about it but none of it mattered. The grip on his hair tightened and pulled sharply. Zero opened his mouth, his face growing warmer - he instinctively raised a hand to cover it but Karyu firmly grasped his wrist. There was no real pain in the gesture, much to the bassist's disappointment, but it was enough to bring him back to his senses.
"Yes," he breathed out, his voice husky with want. The logical part of himself was screaming not to sound so desperate and needy because it was exactly what Karyu wanted, and Zero wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction, but Zero chose not to listen. Karyu's lips were hovering so close now that he could feel the warmth of every syllable, and he would have said anything to taste them. "Yes, I want you."
Karyu grinned for what seemed to be an eternity before finally closing the distance between them and crashing his mouth against the bassist's. There was a bit of confusion as they made their way to the bedroom; by the time they both fell on the bed, the guitarist was kissing him in a contained, deliberately slow manner.
"What now?"
Zero didn't understand the question right away; the hand caressing him through the fabric of his jeans wasn't making it any easier.
"You've been a good boy, lately..." Karyu continued, "and I'm feeling generous. Ask me anything you want."
"But I... I already said - "
"Yeah, yeah... I heard you. You'll have to be more specific than that, though, because I could change my mind. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
"No."
The answer had escaped him too quickly, and Karyu welcomed it with a sneer.
"I said anything, Zero" he whispered and the bassist felt his cock twitch as the words reached his ears. "Anything you make me do when you touch yourself. I want to hear it from that mouth of yours."
Zero threw his head back into the pillow. If only Karyu wasn't touching him like this, grazing his teeth over his shoulders, he would be able to think. He took a deep breath and figments of his fantasies came before his eyes; a succession of broken visions of red hair thrown back, a lithe body sprawled across the floor, completely spent, and of a face transfixed at the peak of a live performance.
"I want..."
"Yes?"
"Your lips... on me..."
"Where?"
The images came to him effortlessly now, more vivid and clearer than ever; the presence of Karyu's warm body on top of him gave Zero the odd impression of being both inside and outside of his own mind. Visuals of those lips, curving up to a smirk; opening for an endless flow of dirty promises...
"On my cock. I want them... there."
"Whatever you want," Karyu nodded, undoing the buttons of Zero's jeans and sliding them off.
He placed his hands on the bassist's knees and spread his legs open. Zero released a shaky sigh and Karyu moaned in response, laying light kisses on his pale, creamy skin. Each one of them lower, closer to his demanding flesh. When the leader's lips parted above his cock, Zero clenched at the sheets, waiting for him to take him whole. Karyu slowly licked the bead of precum that had formed on the head of Zero's length and then... nothing.
"... the fuck are you waiting for?" Zero hissed.
He wanted him around his cock now. He had told him so. Wasn't it enough? Was he supposed to beg? He raised himself on his elbows and opened his mouth to protest again but fell back on the bed when Karyu's mouth engulfed him; his eyes closed tightly when the guitarist started bobbing his head up and down, each movement as torturous as it was pleasurable. It was difficult not to move his hips whenever those lips reached the base of his shaft; Karyu had no problem whatsoever to take all of him in and Zero distractingly asked himself whether his throat was really as long as it looked.
But then Karyu started moaning around him, sending vibrations through each part of his body and Zero completely lost his trail of thoughts, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of that wet mouth waxing, waning over him like a wave. His lips had to be so red and swollen by now... Zero shivered.
Karyu raised his head. Zero grabbed his hair and guided him as he kissed his way up, pausing to leave another bite here, or a kiss there until he reached his face. And yes, they were red, redder than he had thought in an almost obscene way.
"Well, then..." Karyu purred, grinding his hips. "Do you still want to leave?"
Zero bit his lip to muffle a moan, slowly turning his head to one side, then the other. No.
The evil smile reappeared on the guitarist's face. Zero did not resist when he bent down for an other kiss, less hurried but as intoxicating as the other ones; he did not push Karyu away when his fingers, slippery with lube teased his entrance.
"When they told me to be patient, I really, really wanted to believe them. You have no idea how difficult it was..." he said before pushing a finger in, licking his lip as Zero moaned to the touch, "to wait for you to come to me," his kiss-swollen lips smirking when the bassist arched his back as a another digit joined the first, "and tell me how bad you wanted this... when I could smell it... all... over... you."
The redhead pulled away and removed the hand between their bodies and sat back on the bed with an expression that the bassist wasn't sure to understand. It had taken Zero all his will to open his eyes and the tone he wanted to sound authoritative sounded as breathless and demanding as ever.
"Don't stop."
He was starting to wonder whether Karyu had heard him or not when the guitarist slowly tilted his head to the side, his eyes hungrily wandering across the body spread in front of him.
"I know you better than they ever will, Zero. I know what's good for you... I know how you work. No matter how hard you try, it has to be someone else. Someone to take that first step and get things done. Because in the end... you can't get anyone by yourself."
Zero moaned in anticipation when the guitarist leaned down to lick his lower lip; he raised his head a little to catch it into a kiss but Karyu didn't move any further and Zero's head fell back on the matress.
"You're wrong."
"And you're lying," Karyu replied, cupping his face. "I know the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention... That lust in your eyes like you're about to devour me - only you never do. Even now, shaking and begging to be fucked like a wanton whore..."
"Don't... say that."
He could feel the guitarist chuckle against his skin.
"You don't like what you're hearing? It's okay... I'll take care of it, like always: you won't have to do a thing, because I know you wouldn't want it any other way. Am I right? My predictable..."
"Karyu..." Zero warned.
"... submissive..."
"Shut up."
"... obedient..."
"Shut. Up."
"... Zero."
Karyu laughed and something inside Zero snapped; he clenched his fists as a sudden wave of anger washed over him. He wanted to take those words and gag him with them.
"I said shut the fuck up!"
Karyu never really knew what happened then: he barely blinked when the fist collided with his face. When the pain reached his brain, however, he brought a hand to the right side of his mouth; his eyes widened when he saw the crimson droplets on his fingers.
"You... you just - "
Zero never gave him the time to finish his sentence, and he felt more than just satisfaction when Karyu whimpered as he violently crushed his lips against the guitarist's abused one. He knew Karyu would try to force his tongue into his mouth, knew that the other man would try to get the upper hand, but there was no way he would let him now. When the leader's nails ran down his back, Zero kept his lips firmly closed. He raised his thigh, and rubbed it slowly against Karyu's hardened length; the guitarist moaned and Zero seized the occasion to roll over and straddle him, pinning him to the bed.
The two men's struggle for dominance came to an end when Zero got a hold of his wrists and held them firmly above the guitarist's head with a hand, silencing him with the other.
"I would like to fuck you without your constant yapping, if that's not too much to ask," Zero hissed, just an inch away from his face. "Do you think you can manage?"
Karyu jerked in a last attempt to throw the bassist off balance, but the grip of the younger man was too strong to break. It is only when he realized this, after his surprised indignation changed into something Zero identified as a sparked interest that he nodded, out of breath.
That's better.
The hand above Karyu's mouth was the first to be removed; the other one trailed down his arms then his face, caressing the bruised lower lip. Answering his silent command, Karyu brought two of Zero's fingers into his mouth and boy, it felt fucking incredible - Karyu was sucking them like he had sucked his cock, teasing them with his tongue; if someone asked Zero how exactly, he wouldn't be able to answer: he was unable to tell the difference between the two.
"If you keep going on like this..." he panted after a moment, it would put everything to an end and this was not how he wanted it to happen. So Zero retrieved his fingers now coated with saliva and pressed them against the other man's entrance, leaning down for another kiss as he pushed them in. Surprisingly, Karyu offered no resistance; he moaned into Zero's mouth when Zero began to scissor the digits, stretching, preparing him.
"Zero..."
The hand between them slowed down his pace, then stopped.
"What did I tell you?"
Karyu corrected himself and put a hand on top of Zero's, silently pressing him to continue its ministrations. Of course, the bassist knew what he meant and to be honest, he was very close to begging himself. But he also knew that he would not be able to last after all this teasing; he might as well move onto other things. So he sat back on the bed and retrieved the condom from the bedstand, watching the helpless man in front of him: the red hair spread across the pillow, the face red with desire, those red lips parted as a silent prayer. It took Zero all his will not to fuck him raw right there.
But no, not yet. He took all his time to get prepared, under Karyu's hungry gaze, then positionned himself at his entrance, leaning down again for their lips to collide. Many times had he thought about it, the exact moment where Karyu would give in, completely at his mercy. Zero slid himself into the warm body laying under his own, his heartbeat quickening. Karyu let out something between a gasp and a groan, his eyes half-mast rolling back; there was an unmistakable sense of urgency as he wrapped his leg around Zero's waist to bring in even closer, even deeper. Do it, he seemed to scream. Just fucking do it.
"Who's the wanton whore, now?"
The subtle change in the guitarist's features when those words sank in was the sign Zero had been looking for; that exact moment where Karyu would admit his defeat. And that is the moment Zero chose to shift his angle, slamming into the other man's secret place as he closed his eyes. Everything, from Karyu's tight warmth around him, the smell he exuded and even the slightly metallic taste in Zero's mouth reminded him of his fantasies, those visions he had conjured so many times that they had almost become memories.
Yet this time, he alone was the reason why Karyu writhed under him with a flow of incoherent words escaping from his lips, not a sea of unknown faces, screaming in unison. He was the reason why, after two more thrusts, those words became Karyu's final cry; why he arched his back, his eyes riveted on something Zero couldn't see. The bassist watched with fascination the ecstatic smile appear on the redhead's face as the wave of his rapture left him to wash over himself, submerging him until nothing but red remained.
It is only when the surroundings regained their colors, when the blood pounding in his ears had returned to a peaceful pulse that he reopened his eyes. Karyu was still far away; his chest rising and falling unevenly and his gaze distant. Zero caressed the side of his face, then ran his fingers throught the red ribbons of hair. Karyu's skin was so sensitive now that he trembled when those fingers tightened their grip.
"Don't talk to me like that," Zero growled in his ear. "Ever again. Understood?"
Karyu nodded and the bassist tugged at the fistful of hair, exposing the other man's neck.
"I mean it."
"Yes," he moaned, his entranced grin returning. "Understood."
Zero silently observed him for a moment, then leaned down for another kiss. Karyu gladly accepted it, pressing his body against Zero's as their tongues lazily danced together; when the bassist's teeth grazed on his swollen lip, he tensed up and let out a curse.
"Is it bad?" Zero inquired, tilting the leader's chin so he could get a better look at the bruise.
The guitarist ran his tongue over it and shrugged. "Nothing too serious."
Zero got off Karyu and walked to the bathroom. He scratched his head, looking for something to clean himself up with, as he was too exhausted to even think of taking a shower: it would have to wait until the morning. Karyu was still laying on his back when he returned into the room, an arm over his eyes as Zero joined him under the sheets with a damp towel.
"Waaaaaaah!" he sighed, stretching deliciously for the second time that night. "That was... interesting."
Zero raised an eyebrow. Interesting?
"The plan was to get you all worked up in the kitchen and leave you hanging," Karyu explained like embushing your bandmates to sexually mollest them was a normal thing to do. "Maybe fuck you against the counter... but I never expected you to explode like a fucking timebomb."
"Yeah, well, you started it," the bassist retorted embarrassedly. "I don't like it when you talk to me like that. It's... dirty."
"But you love dirty. I can tell..."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"It has something do to with my mouth, doesnt it?" Karyu giggled. "Sometimes, your eyes widen as you stare. It's hilarious!"
Zero frowned, choosing not to answer as he turned his back on the leader to finish the conversation. Karyu, still laughing, slid next to him, laying an arm around his waist.
"What was it you said? Shut the fuck up, you wanton slut?"
"Goodnight, Karyu."
"... I'll fucking tie you up and choke you with my cock!"
"I did not say that!"
"Maybe... but you thought it really loud."
Zero sighed. Getting his point across was definitely not on the program tonight, and the warmth of the body laying against his made him drowsy.
"For the last time..." Zero said as he closed his eyes to sleep. "Shut the fuck up."
[ the.end ]
soemia85 gave me the idea for this on msn awhile ago, "because we all know Zero is Karyu's bitch :nodsnods:" lmao. I wanted to write her a little something for her birthday, but my original idea was too similar to things I had written before, so I aimed for a completely different type of story. At the beginning, this was supposed to unfold as Karyu confessed at the end: a bit of roaming hands in the kitchen and that was it; but he didn't want to leave it at that and everything kind of went downhill from there ^_^'
It was also my first attempt at writing sex. Smut had always meant a big fat no for me before, but I did my best. Many thanks to ahmtal for her coaching and advice - especially for showing me the importance of music during the process - I looped A Perfect Circle's Rose, Buck-Tick's Romance and Despa's Infection as I (painfully) tried to write this. I hope those words didn't sound as awkward and gay as they did to me. "The other man's secret place" lol wtf? I swear to god, my fingers wouldn't cooperate when I had to write the kinky stuff and I either wanted to throw my laptop out of the window or hide under a rock.
As always, I'd really appreciate it if you gave me your opinion and constructive criticism on this. You can even paste your favorite bits if you found any :P
Edit: you will find Karyu's theme in the soundtrack post. Wanna see him in ShiiZeroVision? Click here and here!
Author: shii_tan
Beta / Shrink / Devil in my left ear: ahmtal
Genre: Angsty humor, smut
Warnings: Explicit content and language, cursing, Zeroness☆
Rating: R
Pairing: ZeroxKaryu
Synopsis: After a long night at the studio, the only thing Zero wants is to drop Karyu off and drive home... but the leader has other plans.
Comments: Written for soemia85's birthday three weeks ago LOL. I'm horrible XD
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Seeing Red
♪ Thinking of You, A Perfect Circle
Zero carefully laid his precious gig bag on the backseat and closed the door with as many precautions. He couldn't help but wince as he straightened up: his shoulders and back were so sore... When Karyu finally decided that they were done for the night, Zero felt like dropping on his knees and kiss the ground. But Zero was not really the kind to emote, and he had only nodded a grateful nod at the band leader. He rolled his shoulder experimentally, grimacing whenever a sharp pain arose. A bath was probably the best thing he needed right now, but instead of getting in and drive home, he searched his inner pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
"There's no way this is going in the trunk."
The bassist released a cloud of smoke and laid his half-mast eyes on Karyu who was glaring at the backseat in disapproval. You're late. The guitarist mumbled something about his lack of respect towards his almighty leader and threatened to call a cab to go home instead, but Zero watched him with satisfaction as he sat on the passenger seat and put his precious guitar down between his feet.
"It's my car. I'll do what the fuck I want."
He had been the one asking for a ride home, after all. Besides, he could have left his guitar in the studio but Karyu had insisted to take it with him for some 'bonding time', whatever that meant. The redhead raised an eyebrow.
"I swear to God," he threatened, "if anything happens to the finish, you're dead."
Zero's eyes lingered a little to long on Karyu's lips for his taste, but he quickly got a hold of himself and shot him a dubious look as he switched on the ignition. He figured that he was relatively safe for the moment. His peformance at the studio tonight had been far from glorious, but this was only because he hadn't had a decent night of sleep in a very long time.
The bassist was distractingly listening to his friend talking about arrangement changes he wanted to make first thing tomorrow morning - or in just a few hours, to be exact. Karyu's perfectionism drove them dangerously crazy sometimes, to the point of making his bandmates wish he would just shut the hell up, but Zero had to admit that Karyu was usually right. When the time had come to choose their first single after the Taste Of Chaos tour and he had insisted Cocoon came as a B-side, they had been a little more than reluctant.
'We have to make them think we fell asleep,' Karyu had said with that twisted light in his eyes, that weird look Zero didn't like so much, 'that we lost our identity and conformed to the masses. Then bam! They'll never know what hit them.' The guitarist had then laughed an evil laugh and before they knew it, they were all cheering and patting themselves on their backs like none of the discussion had ever happened.
Karyu could be very convincing when he wanted to.
Zero hadn't minded much that day but now, the event inspired him a strange feeling akin to jealousy. No, that wasn't quite it: he envied the other man; the influence he had on others. That and the fact that he always seemed to be right. It kind of got on his nerves now. Vaguely. He wasn't sure.
"Get out."
Zero frowned and opened his mouth to reply that no, he had no intention to stay but Karyu had already disappeared in the building. And it wasn't when he slammed his car door shut, not even when he got into the elevator but much later, when he saw Karyu's appartment door ajar that he realized he had obeyed him on autopilot. Again.
Damn it.
He went in anyway but stopped dead in his tracks, just in time to see Karyu sprawled across the couch, stretching his limbs like a feline.
"I wasn't so sure about the wood..." he arched his back with an appreciative purr, "but I like it."
"... uh huh."
Karyu could have been talking about the war in Middle-East, whatever he had for lunch or the secrets of the universe at that moment, Zero's comment would have been the same. It was difficult for him to think with what was happening in his field of vision. But he figured that it had something to do with the new instrument now back on its stand by the bookshelf, because it seemed... well, more likely. The guitarist crossed his arms behind his head; a sly smile unfolding on his lips.
"You're staring," he said.
Zero blinked. "I am not!"
Karyu burst out laughing; Zero nervously averted his eyes and decided that retreating to the kitchen was a very good idea. He needed something to clear his head. Something to help him think. The thought of brewing fresh coffee crossed his mind; he let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the machine was half full. Good. The guitarist brushed against him as he walked to the fridge but Zero managed to stay calm.
Zero firmly nodded as he promised himself not to enjoy the sight of Karyu looking for a late night snack. His gaze would not trail along the guitarist's arm and his fingers wrapped around the handle of the appliance. He would not gasp when Karyu's shirt lifted up as he bent over to get a better view of the bottom drawers, and he would not, under any circumstances, lick his bottom lip as Karyu bit his own when he would find something promising. At least not voluntarily. Then Zero distractedly wondered what it would feel like to experience all of those body parts at the same time, and all of a sudden, Zero's throat was really dry.
Coffee. The two syllables came back to him and with them the promise of an escape. He promptly poured himself a cup and brought it to his lips, leaning against the kitchen counter. With a bit of luck, he would be out of this place before things had the chance to become too uncomfortable. Or his pants too tight.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Karyu was inspecting a box of leftovers with a disgruntled face.
"I don't mind."
"But you don't even know how old it is... Man, this is gross! I really need to buy some new stuff."
Zero's eyebrows furrowed. "I said I didn't mind."
"Ooo... Feeling a little rebellious tonight, aren't we?"
Karyu smirked, and the bassist's eyes swiftly moved from the blonde's back to the door. His brain was already calculating the odds of getting out of there with his dignity intact but instead of making his move, the guitarist resumed his fridge explorations. Zero took a sip anyway, and tried hard not to grimace at the funky taste of the beverage. With a sigh of exasperation, Karyu stood up.
"Zero, Zero,... Zero."
The guitarist snatched the cup away from his hands at the third utterance. Zero gasped and closed his eyes tightly, parting his lips as he waited for Karyu to finally -
Turn on the water?
Zero cautiously lifted an eyelid. The guitarist was washing his mug; he poured some fresh water in the coffee maker reservoir, and added grounded beans in the machine, humming the song they had been working on all day.
"Are you alright?" he asked casually.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Zero wanted to say, but his eyes widened in horror when he saw the predatory grin on Karyu's face as he walked closer - so close in fact that their bodies were basically touching. Those random mood changes were never, ever a good thing - like that one time when Karyu embushed him in the filthiest gas station they had ever been into, terrible stench and cockroaches included. Whatever would have happened if Hizumi hadn't showed up at that precise moment would remain a mystery; let's say he still had flashbacks every now and then, and always made sure the guitarist was busy doing something else when he needed to use the restroom.
"You look a little... tense."
The last word, purred in his left ear, resonated in a much lower place than originally intended. If the person in front of him hadn't been Karyu, that is - because Karyu always knew what he was doing. Always.
"Hm... no? Well, in any case, it's getting late. So thanks for... uh, whatever and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Don't even think about it. "
The bassist shuddered when Karyu's tongue traced the curve of his neck. He tried to ignore the hands unbuttonning his shirt, and the warm breath whispering in his ear. He tried hard. But it was pointless, as Zero knew he had been doomed since he entered this place - no, since he had accepted to drive Karyu home. You sneaky bastard.
"I could give you a million reasons," he continued. "Like, it's completely unthinkable to let you drive home this late at night. Or, by using one car instead of two, we can play an active part in the war against gobal warming. But the truth is much simpler than that, ne? You are here tonight because..."
"Because..." Zero echoed, closing his eyes as one of Karyu's hands found itself running through his dark, wavy hair, massaging the base of his neck.
"... you want me. Say it."
Yes. He couldn't tell if the word had really left his lips or if he had only thought about it but none of it mattered. The grip on his hair tightened and pulled sharply. Zero opened his mouth, his face growing warmer - he instinctively raised a hand to cover it but Karyu firmly grasped his wrist. There was no real pain in the gesture, much to the bassist's disappointment, but it was enough to bring him back to his senses.
"Yes," he breathed out, his voice husky with want. The logical part of himself was screaming not to sound so desperate and needy because it was exactly what Karyu wanted, and Zero wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction, but Zero chose not to listen. Karyu's lips were hovering so close now that he could feel the warmth of every syllable, and he would have said anything to taste them. "Yes, I want you."
Karyu grinned for what seemed to be an eternity before finally closing the distance between them and crashing his mouth against the bassist's. There was a bit of confusion as they made their way to the bedroom; by the time they both fell on the bed, the guitarist was kissing him in a contained, deliberately slow manner.
"What now?"
Zero didn't understand the question right away; the hand caressing him through the fabric of his jeans wasn't making it any easier.
"You've been a good boy, lately..." Karyu continued, "and I'm feeling generous. Ask me anything you want."
"But I... I already said - "
"Yeah, yeah... I heard you. You'll have to be more specific than that, though, because I could change my mind. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
"No."
The answer had escaped him too quickly, and Karyu welcomed it with a sneer.
"I said anything, Zero" he whispered and the bassist felt his cock twitch as the words reached his ears. "Anything you make me do when you touch yourself. I want to hear it from that mouth of yours."
Zero threw his head back into the pillow. If only Karyu wasn't touching him like this, grazing his teeth over his shoulders, he would be able to think. He took a deep breath and figments of his fantasies came before his eyes; a succession of broken visions of red hair thrown back, a lithe body sprawled across the floor, completely spent, and of a face transfixed at the peak of a live performance.
"I want..."
"Yes?"
"Your lips... on me..."
"Where?"
The images came to him effortlessly now, more vivid and clearer than ever; the presence of Karyu's warm body on top of him gave Zero the odd impression of being both inside and outside of his own mind. Visuals of those lips, curving up to a smirk; opening for an endless flow of dirty promises...
"On my cock. I want them... there."
"Whatever you want," Karyu nodded, undoing the buttons of Zero's jeans and sliding them off.
He placed his hands on the bassist's knees and spread his legs open. Zero released a shaky sigh and Karyu moaned in response, laying light kisses on his pale, creamy skin. Each one of them lower, closer to his demanding flesh. When the leader's lips parted above his cock, Zero clenched at the sheets, waiting for him to take him whole. Karyu slowly licked the bead of precum that had formed on the head of Zero's length and then... nothing.
"... the fuck are you waiting for?" Zero hissed.
He wanted him around his cock now. He had told him so. Wasn't it enough? Was he supposed to beg? He raised himself on his elbows and opened his mouth to protest again but fell back on the bed when Karyu's mouth engulfed him; his eyes closed tightly when the guitarist started bobbing his head up and down, each movement as torturous as it was pleasurable. It was difficult not to move his hips whenever those lips reached the base of his shaft; Karyu had no problem whatsoever to take all of him in and Zero distractingly asked himself whether his throat was really as long as it looked.
But then Karyu started moaning around him, sending vibrations through each part of his body and Zero completely lost his trail of thoughts, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of that wet mouth waxing, waning over him like a wave. His lips had to be so red and swollen by now... Zero shivered.
Karyu raised his head. Zero grabbed his hair and guided him as he kissed his way up, pausing to leave another bite here, or a kiss there until he reached his face. And yes, they were red, redder than he had thought in an almost obscene way.
"Well, then..." Karyu purred, grinding his hips. "Do you still want to leave?"
Zero bit his lip to muffle a moan, slowly turning his head to one side, then the other. No.
The evil smile reappeared on the guitarist's face. Zero did not resist when he bent down for an other kiss, less hurried but as intoxicating as the other ones; he did not push Karyu away when his fingers, slippery with lube teased his entrance.
"When they told me to be patient, I really, really wanted to believe them. You have no idea how difficult it was..." he said before pushing a finger in, licking his lip as Zero moaned to the touch, "to wait for you to come to me," his kiss-swollen lips smirking when the bassist arched his back as a another digit joined the first, "and tell me how bad you wanted this... when I could smell it... all... over... you."
The redhead pulled away and removed the hand between their bodies and sat back on the bed with an expression that the bassist wasn't sure to understand. It had taken Zero all his will to open his eyes and the tone he wanted to sound authoritative sounded as breathless and demanding as ever.
"Don't stop."
He was starting to wonder whether Karyu had heard him or not when the guitarist slowly tilted his head to the side, his eyes hungrily wandering across the body spread in front of him.
"I know you better than they ever will, Zero. I know what's good for you... I know how you work. No matter how hard you try, it has to be someone else. Someone to take that first step and get things done. Because in the end... you can't get anyone by yourself."
Zero moaned in anticipation when the guitarist leaned down to lick his lower lip; he raised his head a little to catch it into a kiss but Karyu didn't move any further and Zero's head fell back on the matress.
"You're wrong."
"And you're lying," Karyu replied, cupping his face. "I know the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention... That lust in your eyes like you're about to devour me - only you never do. Even now, shaking and begging to be fucked like a wanton whore..."
"Don't... say that."
He could feel the guitarist chuckle against his skin.
"You don't like what you're hearing? It's okay... I'll take care of it, like always: you won't have to do a thing, because I know you wouldn't want it any other way. Am I right? My predictable..."
"Karyu..." Zero warned.
"... submissive..."
"Shut up."
"... obedient..."
"Shut. Up."
"... Zero."
Karyu laughed and something inside Zero snapped; he clenched his fists as a sudden wave of anger washed over him. He wanted to take those words and gag him with them.
"I said shut the fuck up!"
Karyu never really knew what happened then: he barely blinked when the fist collided with his face. When the pain reached his brain, however, he brought a hand to the right side of his mouth; his eyes widened when he saw the crimson droplets on his fingers.
"You... you just - "
Zero never gave him the time to finish his sentence, and he felt more than just satisfaction when Karyu whimpered as he violently crushed his lips against the guitarist's abused one. He knew Karyu would try to force his tongue into his mouth, knew that the other man would try to get the upper hand, but there was no way he would let him now. When the leader's nails ran down his back, Zero kept his lips firmly closed. He raised his thigh, and rubbed it slowly against Karyu's hardened length; the guitarist moaned and Zero seized the occasion to roll over and straddle him, pinning him to the bed.
The two men's struggle for dominance came to an end when Zero got a hold of his wrists and held them firmly above the guitarist's head with a hand, silencing him with the other.
"I would like to fuck you without your constant yapping, if that's not too much to ask," Zero hissed, just an inch away from his face. "Do you think you can manage?"
Karyu jerked in a last attempt to throw the bassist off balance, but the grip of the younger man was too strong to break. It is only when he realized this, after his surprised indignation changed into something Zero identified as a sparked interest that he nodded, out of breath.
That's better.
The hand above Karyu's mouth was the first to be removed; the other one trailed down his arms then his face, caressing the bruised lower lip. Answering his silent command, Karyu brought two of Zero's fingers into his mouth and boy, it felt fucking incredible - Karyu was sucking them like he had sucked his cock, teasing them with his tongue; if someone asked Zero how exactly, he wouldn't be able to answer: he was unable to tell the difference between the two.
"If you keep going on like this..." he panted after a moment, it would put everything to an end and this was not how he wanted it to happen. So Zero retrieved his fingers now coated with saliva and pressed them against the other man's entrance, leaning down for another kiss as he pushed them in. Surprisingly, Karyu offered no resistance; he moaned into Zero's mouth when Zero began to scissor the digits, stretching, preparing him.
"Zero..."
The hand between them slowed down his pace, then stopped.
"What did I tell you?"
Karyu corrected himself and put a hand on top of Zero's, silently pressing him to continue its ministrations. Of course, the bassist knew what he meant and to be honest, he was very close to begging himself. But he also knew that he would not be able to last after all this teasing; he might as well move onto other things. So he sat back on the bed and retrieved the condom from the bedstand, watching the helpless man in front of him: the red hair spread across the pillow, the face red with desire, those red lips parted as a silent prayer. It took Zero all his will not to fuck him raw right there.
But no, not yet. He took all his time to get prepared, under Karyu's hungry gaze, then positionned himself at his entrance, leaning down again for their lips to collide. Many times had he thought about it, the exact moment where Karyu would give in, completely at his mercy. Zero slid himself into the warm body laying under his own, his heartbeat quickening. Karyu let out something between a gasp and a groan, his eyes half-mast rolling back; there was an unmistakable sense of urgency as he wrapped his leg around Zero's waist to bring in even closer, even deeper. Do it, he seemed to scream. Just fucking do it.
"Who's the wanton whore, now?"
The subtle change in the guitarist's features when those words sank in was the sign Zero had been looking for; that exact moment where Karyu would admit his defeat. And that is the moment Zero chose to shift his angle, slamming into the other man's secret place as he closed his eyes. Everything, from Karyu's tight warmth around him, the smell he exuded and even the slightly metallic taste in Zero's mouth reminded him of his fantasies, those visions he had conjured so many times that they had almost become memories.
Yet this time, he alone was the reason why Karyu writhed under him with a flow of incoherent words escaping from his lips, not a sea of unknown faces, screaming in unison. He was the reason why, after two more thrusts, those words became Karyu's final cry; why he arched his back, his eyes riveted on something Zero couldn't see. The bassist watched with fascination the ecstatic smile appear on the redhead's face as the wave of his rapture left him to wash over himself, submerging him until nothing but red remained.
It is only when the surroundings regained their colors, when the blood pounding in his ears had returned to a peaceful pulse that he reopened his eyes. Karyu was still far away; his chest rising and falling unevenly and his gaze distant. Zero caressed the side of his face, then ran his fingers throught the red ribbons of hair. Karyu's skin was so sensitive now that he trembled when those fingers tightened their grip.
"Don't talk to me like that," Zero growled in his ear. "Ever again. Understood?"
Karyu nodded and the bassist tugged at the fistful of hair, exposing the other man's neck.
"I mean it."
"Yes," he moaned, his entranced grin returning. "Understood."
Zero silently observed him for a moment, then leaned down for another kiss. Karyu gladly accepted it, pressing his body against Zero's as their tongues lazily danced together; when the bassist's teeth grazed on his swollen lip, he tensed up and let out a curse.
"Is it bad?" Zero inquired, tilting the leader's chin so he could get a better look at the bruise.
The guitarist ran his tongue over it and shrugged. "Nothing too serious."
Zero got off Karyu and walked to the bathroom. He scratched his head, looking for something to clean himself up with, as he was too exhausted to even think of taking a shower: it would have to wait until the morning. Karyu was still laying on his back when he returned into the room, an arm over his eyes as Zero joined him under the sheets with a damp towel.
"Waaaaaaah!" he sighed, stretching deliciously for the second time that night. "That was... interesting."
Zero raised an eyebrow. Interesting?
"The plan was to get you all worked up in the kitchen and leave you hanging," Karyu explained like embushing your bandmates to sexually mollest them was a normal thing to do. "Maybe fuck you against the counter... but I never expected you to explode like a fucking timebomb."
"Yeah, well, you started it," the bassist retorted embarrassedly. "I don't like it when you talk to me like that. It's... dirty."
"But you love dirty. I can tell..."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"It has something do to with my mouth, doesnt it?" Karyu giggled. "Sometimes, your eyes widen as you stare. It's hilarious!"
Zero frowned, choosing not to answer as he turned his back on the leader to finish the conversation. Karyu, still laughing, slid next to him, laying an arm around his waist.
"What was it you said? Shut the fuck up, you wanton slut?"
"Goodnight, Karyu."
"... I'll fucking tie you up and choke you with my cock!"
"I did not say that!"
"Maybe... but you thought it really loud."
Zero sighed. Getting his point across was definitely not on the program tonight, and the warmth of the body laying against his made him drowsy.
"For the last time..." Zero said as he closed his eyes to sleep. "Shut the fuck up."
[ the.end ]
soemia85 gave me the idea for this on msn awhile ago, "because we all know Zero is Karyu's bitch :nodsnods:" lmao. I wanted to write her a little something for her birthday, but my original idea was too similar to things I had written before, so I aimed for a completely different type of story. At the beginning, this was supposed to unfold as Karyu confessed at the end: a bit of roaming hands in the kitchen and that was it; but he didn't want to leave it at that and everything kind of went downhill from there ^_^'
It was also my first attempt at writing sex. Smut had always meant a big fat no for me before, but I did my best. Many thanks to ahmtal for her coaching and advice - especially for showing me the importance of music during the process - I looped A Perfect Circle's Rose, Buck-Tick's Romance and Despa's Infection as I (painfully) tried to write this. I hope those words didn't sound as awkward and gay as they did to me. "The other man's secret place" lol wtf? I swear to god, my fingers wouldn't cooperate when I had to write the kinky stuff and I either wanted to throw my laptop out of the window or hide under a rock.
As always, I'd really appreciate it if you gave me your opinion and constructive criticism on this. You can even paste your favorite bits if you found any :P
Edit: you will find Karyu's theme in the soundtrack post. Wanna see him in ShiiZeroVision? Click here and here!
