Title: Honey and Saliva
Author: Psy ([email protected])
Genre: Basically...PWP!
Rating: R possibly NC-17
Band: Dir en grey
Pairing: Kyo & Die
Comments: Thanks to Kyo I now have an unhealthy obsession with honey! This fic comes from all my fantasies involving Kyo and honey...and a few other choice items! *wink* Where would we be without that man's FILTH-y (get it?!) mind? Or our own for that matter! Enjoy! C & C welcome (encouraged even!)
Honey and Saliva
by Psy
Part One
Kyo sighed as he snuggled down in bed and closed his eyes. "Sleeeeeep,"
he murmured into his pillow. Rehearsal had been hell that day! In at seven
a.m. and they hadn't left the studio until nine at night! Kaoru had shown him
some new music and Kyo had sat unmoving for at least three of those hours,
racking his brain trying to come up with lyrics for it while the rest of the
band played the melody continuously. After a while they had begun threatening
him if he didn't either come up with something or give it up already! Their
threats ranged from the mean-spirited to the truly sadistic. Kaoru was going
to crush his cigarettes, Shinya had been prepared to ram a drumstick
somewhere very unpleasant (his exact words!), , Toshiya was planning to strip
him naked and toss him into a screaming mob of fangirls (psy: I wish! *drool*
X_X), and Die was very slowly saying "Ka-wa-ii. Ka-wa-ii" over and over
again, just loud enough for Kyo to hear. It was that more than anything that
convinced him to save it for another day!
And now, home at last, all the little blond-haired singer wanted was
sleep. He was just drifting off when he heard someone knocking on his door.
He groaned and stuck his head under his pillow. "Go away!" he hissed
viciously, though whoever it was certainly wasn't going to hear him. The
knocking soon became rhythmic and sounded vaguely familiar...it sounded like
Toshiya's solo in "Cage!"
Kyo sat up in bed, his pillow on top of his head. "What the fuck?" With
an angry growl he tossed the pillow aside and stomped to the door, ready to
wring a certain leggy bassist's neck. But when he opened the door, the person
who promptly rapped on his forehead with their knuckles wasn't Toshiya.
Die had been spacing out, looking down the hall as he knocked out the
tune on Kyo's door, but when he hit something that didn't feel like a door he
turned his head to see a fuming Kyo snarling at him and his knuckles pressed
against the little man's head.
Shit!
"Uh...oops?" Die let out a nervous laugh and dropped both hands to his
sides.
"Yeah, oops." Kyo's voice dripped with sarcasm as he rubbed his forehead.
"What do you want? I was sleeping."
Die grinned and picked up a small paper bag on the floor next to him. "I
figured. Mind if I come in?" he asked, walking past Kyo into the apartment.
"Yes!" Kyo hissed behind clenched teeth, watching the tall guitarist
stretch himself out on the couch. Mumbling to himself, Kyo shut the door and
walked over to stand next to the couch, looking down at Die. "What do you
want?" he repeated.
The red-head shrugged. "Oh...nothing." His grin widened and he patted the
spot next to him. "Have a seat, Kyo."
Kyo eyed him warily. "I'd rather not."
"Oh, come on!" Die rolled his eyes. "I've got something for you."
He's got something for me, huh? Kyo thought. His gaze involuntarily
flicked to the taller man's crotch. I can think of something you can give
me...but I doubt that's what you're talking about. "What is it?" he asked.
"Sit down and I'll show you," he replied, reaching for the bag he'd
placed on the end table next to the couch.
Kyo raised an eyebrow at the bag and cautiously sat down beside Die.
"You know," Die ran a finger back and forth along the top of bag.
"There's something I've been wanting to do for a long time, but I always
figured if I told you, you'd laugh at me or something."
Brown eyes followed the movement of Die's finger on the bag, imagining it
moving somewhere else. That spot Kyo was thinking of began to harden at the
thought and he struggled to tear his eyes away and bring them to Die's face
before the tingling between his legs got any worse. "Uh...what's that?" he
croaked out.
Die leaned over bringing his lips to Kyo's ear. The soft breath sent a
shiver through the vocalist. "You're really sexy."
"What?!" Kyo's eyes widened in shock. Had he heard right? Did Die just
say he was sexy? He quickly narrowed them and glared at the guitarist, who
grinned back at him. "What the hell kinda sick joke is that?"
"No joke, Kyo-kun. I think you're really sexy. I've wanted you in the
worst way for the longest time."
I'm dreaming, Kyo decided silently. I must be. No way this is happening.
It's what I've wanted, Die having the hots for me. No way it'd really happen.
Kyo reached over to a box sitting on the coffee table and, bringing out a
safety pin, jammed the point into his hand. Pain shot up his arm and a small
trickle of blood seeped out.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Die shrieked.
Kyo stared at the blood. Okay...so I'm not dreaming, he corrected
himself. He looked up at Die who had grabbed his hand and was applying
pressure to the small wound with his thumb. "You're serious?" Kyo questioned
doubtfully.
Die's eyes met his own and a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh, yes.
I've never been more serious in my life." As if to prove his point, Die
brought Kyo's hand to his lips and kissed the wound. Kyo watched mesmerized
as he then proceeded to lick it, trailing to Kyo's index finger, which Die
then drew into his mouth and sucked on. The blond sucked in his breath
sharply as the red-head swirled his tongue over the digit as though it were
something else. That something else immediately responded to the sensual act
and Kyo groaned. Die slipped the finger out of his mouth and dropped Kyo's
hand. "So," he said casually. "Your feelings on the matter?"
With a feral growl, Kyo lunged at the older man, his arms going around
his neck and his mouth crushing down on Die's. His tongue pried open Die's
mouth, who enthusiastically received it. Die wrapped his arms around Kyo's
slender waist and their tongues fenced passionately for several minutes. They
pulled back from each other. Kyo had a mixture of his own and Die's saliva
dripping from his chin and the sight was unspeakably erotic for Die.
"That answer your question, Daisuke?" Kyo panted.
Die pretended to contemplate. "No. No, I don't think the message was
clear enough. Perhaps if you demonstrated with this...?" he reached into the
bag and drew out a squeeze bottle of honey. Kyo smiled wickedly.
"Oooh, my favorite!" He snatched the bottle and bolted to his bedroom.
To be continued
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