Pierrot is not dead
Title: Pierrot is not dead
chapter: 1/5
Author: victoriakada
band: Pierrot
pairing: KiritoXAiji
rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lustful thoughts, language, masturbation (not detailed)
disclaimer: I do not own these people and nothing is real...
synopsis: What went on behind Pierrot…Kitiro sees something he wants…
X posed:
kiritoxaiji
Couldn’t they see this? Couldn’t they feel him, was all that could flash through Kirito’s mind as he became overtaken with the electrified atmosphere. He was carried away, too far away, with those feelings the other created with his guitar.
Kirito’s closed his eyes, thankful that he was sitting in the back of the club, by the bar, drink in hand, which able to numb all his sensations and allow him to focus slowly on this guitarist. His hand feel to his lap cupping himself through his pants as the music played, the bass line a little off but he didn’t care. He wasn’t there for the bass line; heck he wasn’t there for the band. His sole purpose was to become, yet again, enamored by that guitarist, whose name had escaped him over time.
Exhaling, his hand ran to his thighs, generously caressing them, the melodic foreplay playing in his ears, taking over his actions. He knew better, even if that guitarist’s song spoke nothing more of some one night stand in a dirty hotel…Kirito knew that the only thing he could do to restrain himself was to slow down, if not he’d have to jerk himself off in the bathroom stall. It wouldn’t be first time, however, that he was unable to control himself and take such action.
The song shifted, changed. What was this dance? A rocking.. Traveling at a harder pace than the pervious; no longer some innocent fellatio now became a hard fuck. So quick, lustful. His hand reached back to this growing erection rubbing himself, coarse fabric encouraging the friction, encouraging him.
Harder, was all he could think...
And as suddenly it stopped, climax found too quickly for him, for the band had left.
Kirito opened his eyes, the guitarist had left, that sweet sound now just a faint echo in his ears, a memory, gone. His free hand took a sip of his beer as he waited to finish it before going to the bathroom stall.
“They were pretty good,” Kirito overheard the conversation of two girls next to him. “The vocalist was cute.”
“I heard they’re breaking up though…”
From there Kirito was gone in his own grandiose illusion. It suddenly became possible to trap the guitarist and make him his. Pierrot needed a new one anyway now that he’d taken over as vocalist. Jun wanted to interview some people anyway so it was no big deal if he captured this one before someone else snatched him up. Though what was really concerning him was how utterly painful his erection was causing.
He finished the beer and quickly made his way to the bathroom. Stall locked, he ignored the dirty state it was in. That faint melody was returning, echoing in his ear again. Foreplay or a fuck? Kirito didn’t care as he unzipped those awful tight pants. He brought two fingers past his lips while taking a hand of his engrossed member. He wanted this quick, fast. If he wasn’t fast than someone else would take him, that guitarist.
The thought angered him as he slid his saliva coated finger inside. Someone else could take this way from him. Have the guitarist for himself, locking him away and making it so only he could hear those erotic arias.
“Ahh.”
He finally found it. That place that made him see starts. He wondered for a moment how many other people ran to the bathroom and jacked off to that guitarist. It didn’t matter though, for he had him. He owned him and that sweet melody he’d be able to call upon whenever he wanted. Like a light switch on and of.
His thoughts hauled too much stimulation to continue. A deep rooted moan escaped him, muffled by the shirt in his mouth, as he came. He let out a content sigh as he zipped himself back up.
Stepping out of the stall, he quickly went to the sink, turning the water on. To his right was someone familiar, complete, the guitarist! He was splashing water on his face. Kirito wanted him, and the more he thought the more it seemed so easy to possess him. All he had to do was reach out and take him.
“Hey,” Kirito spoke washing the mess form his hands.
The guitarist looked up; his eyes slightly red. He gave a smile and went back to splashing water onto his face. Kirito eyes narrowed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The other should be begging him to save him by now, on his knees redeeming himself from that dick tease of a performance he gave.
“Your guitar is amazing,” was all that came out.
The other paused, turning off the water. “Thanks.”
“I heard that your band is breaking up.”
The other nodded, drying his hands on his pants, but spoke no words.
“I’m in a band.” Kirito continued. “We’re looking for a guitarist...”
“Really?”
“Yeah our next practice is Tuesday. Come if you want.”
Like you have any real choice in the matter,Kirito laughed to himself.
“Sure.”
Information was exchange and the guitarist was his…and it didn’t matter he couldn’t remember his name. He’d just give him a new one. The only think left was to tell Jun…
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Ending notes: My Pierrot history is a little rusty..so please excuse that… This first half was written a LONG time ago but I'm currently writing part two so I figured reposint it would be a good idea. Type your cut contents here.