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Whiskey and Champagne 2/2

Title - Whiskey and Champagne
Author - aliensex_fiend
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - Strong launguage, adult content
Pairings - Kiyoharu (ex-SADS and Kuroyume), Kyo, (Dir en Grey)
Disclaimers - none
A/N- I hope you enjoy this chapter because it was a killer to write out since I felt my skills at writing sex scene have kind of gone into a downwards slump. I give love to all those people who had given me wonderful amounts of feedback/encouragement.







Soft breathing bouncing off walls and echoing through empty corridors as the mahogany surface gave way to empty air----feet tripping backwards as he pushed Kyo forward, stumbling over his own two feet and knocking the door closed. Keys tossed or left forgotten on the floor as they kept fighting one another for dominance, locked in a permanent game of tug of war where the stakes had been nothing more than sheer power/will. Fingers scratched at the scalp of Kyo’s head and pulled at honey wheat hair in order to get him to angle his mouth in just the right way so that there had been no other way of breathing unless it was in through you and out through me.

“Just give it up.”

Bodies knocking against the expanse of coffee brown halls before he was subconsciously leading Kyo farther in and towards the darker recesses of his apartment. Contemporary romantics to decorate the walls in high end fashion that should have been littering some interior decorating magazine but instead it had all lay to waste on a business man who was rarely seen at home. Calloused fingers pushing at his shoulders to get the black fabric shrugged off before working silver fastenings as quickly as they could because Kyo didn’t have the patience. Rings causing a strange sort of sensation as it touched against the flesh and he felt those fingers tear down along his body, from the inner most side of ribs to the center of his chest.

When it counted most he had chosen to wear the largest amount of clothes.

“Enjoy it old man while you can because I‘m not going to be like all the other submissive shits you sleep with.”

“Those submissive shits liked it…besides I doubt a kid like you can even break this ‘old‘ man in.”

Fingers loosening their grip to reel Kyo forward, landing back down and face up as legs pressed on either side of his body to cage him in as Kiyoharu rested on the back of his heels to stare downwards at the Harajuku punk. Hands catching wrists as the biting sting of metal rings hit against the scattered display of wristbands and beads that lay in a forgotten memory or mindless accessory. Had him where he wanted but Kiyoharu was more than certain that rough neck punk was going to make it harder than trying to find a seat in the bullet train during traffic.

Left hand placing one wrist within the other hand as he allowed unoccupied hand to stray along the fabric, dipping under the red material that had been littered with mindless phrases of English words before scrunching the fabric. Cold metal rings a contrast to the material as he left his hand flat on the surface and watching as Kyo tried to buck him off----wasn’t going to let go so long as power play was cast aside and he had the opportune moment to take what he wanted without the slightest hassle.

“For a stalker you‘re sure impatient in regards to savoring the moment…isn‘t this what you‘ve been waiting for? For me to give you the privilege of being fucked?”

Silence drawn out thread thin until the kid’s lips were quirking upwards. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking of wanting to retaliate. “I never said anything about slow and sensual or letting the moment last because I fucking want it. My generation is living in the fast lane so I might as well apply that to everything else. Do it.”

Cotton mouth devil had him in with the little speech and two tone strut but was all that talk his alone or something formulated on a last second whim?

“How do you know I just don‘t lure little boys like you in when they ask for a fuck? You still wanna live by your fucking generation‘s slogan of live fast and die young or you going to ask me to let you go?” Hand drawing away from it’s contemporary placement over lower stomach to overlap on Kyo’s throat---serpent’s chock hold or just another asphyxiated death?

“You won‘t do it cause you want to fuck me too.”

Cheshire smile smudged over Kyo’s features before he was slowly fighting against the lock on his throat to lean forward and bite at Kiyoharu’s lower lip, rough tug to follow suit as the metallic taste of copper met the tip of his tongue. Now he knew what it was like to taste the devil. Grip pulled from blonde’s neck as tongue clashed against mouth in an angry mix of teeth and lips because it was all in the sake of revenge or closing the deal when it came to silent approval. Never would have thought he’d be indulging in chance meetings or allowing the impulsive tryst of sleeping with stalkers who probably knew more than his face and name.

Lungs crushing under the pressure of being worn paper thin as tongue scraped just beneath the roof of Kyo’s mouth, breathing through him and into his body until the rising sensation of vertigo was setting in. Didn’t know that he’d let his grip slip until fingers were pushing buttons through slits and dragging the cotton tee along with the black vest into a cluttered heap on the wooden floor, belt buckle splayed wide open as the sound of metallic teeth drew downwards before halting to an abrupt stop.

Kyo quickly knocking him backwards to land flat against the hardwood as he teetered over the edge of his bed and he hadn’t the time to react because as soon as the pain was throbbing in his head from falling a few inches skyward calloused fingers were tugging at his waist line. Material clinging to his hips by just a few centimeters and he was gazing a the top of a blonde head settled between his thighs-----weight supported by arms bent at the elbow. Didn’t have the time to bitch in regards to the violent movement because the moment Kyo had all restraints set aside he’d set his target on lock and kill.

“Fuck.”

Fingers locked at the hair near the nape of Kyo’s neck, head tilted backwards as he watched the slow and gradual movements of a sand paper tongue trace over the surface area of his cock before running a short course towards his hip. Teeth just barely biting the flesh before retracting steps that lead straight down and across the loaded pistol situated between parted legs. Hadn’t realized how long he’d been running on the past time of mindless self indulgence and lonely nights spent turning on his pillow until he was moaning with every trace of tongue.

Kid was good.

Eyes slit halfway as he kept watching Kyo’s head bob to some silent rhythm and work between pumping what he couldn’t take into his mouth while wet muscle traced along the underside of cock and applied pressure; teeth dragging with every downwards stroke. Cold metal cutting into the flesh before moving up into blonde hair to scratch at the scalp whenever Kyo was doing something particularly good with his mouth. If he hadn’t known better would have never figured the punk to have been fighting him five minutes prior and nearly splitting his lip in half.

Kyo dragged his free hand in lazy zigzag patterns across Kiyoharu’s stomach, feeling the muscle almost coil in retaliation to the scratching before slowly loosening with every exhale of breath but the sudden irregularity was telling him he was doing exactly what he’d thought. Mouth using more pressure as he finally allowed the muscles to relax in his throat as he began to tear away his hand, pressing them firmly on top of Kiyoharu’s hips before swallowing completely. Deep throat action when it came to finishing off the job but hadn’t gotten more than five minutes into the movement before fingers tore at the root and drew his head further back. Smoky black to stare at deluded whiskey before split lip was pressed violently to his mouth and hands were fumbling at whatever they could get.

It felt like the strings were being cut and his lung were being crush from the inside and out----the only way he was going to be able to breath was in through Kiyoharu and out. Angry pull of fabric to fall off his shoulders as graffiti shirt was torn from Kyo’s body, tie to join the pile as mouths kept locked and they were slowly drawing upwards. Feet tripping backwards as the bed’s edge hit Kyo’s calves and blunt finger nails were quickly hooking through belt loops, unzipping any/every fastening that they could get before dragging the material around his ankles and onto the floor. Tokyo seconds with how fast they were stripping until nothing but flesh was keeping him from the biting cold of empty air or slightly disheveled linen sheets. “I‘m not going to say fuck me if that‘s what you want.”

“I never expected to hear it.”

At least not until you were begging me for more but even then you’ve probably be a stubborn shit.

Eyes quickly sweeping over Kiyoharu’s body as he watched the man reach across him towards the nearest piece of furniture, breathing mingled temporarily as he heard the distinct shuffle of wood and plastic before bed springs creaked irritably. Gaze fixated on the tiny piece of metallic packaging put within eye’s view before his fingers wrapped around the tiny square and ripped its foil exterior with teeth. Kyo hadn’t needed much conversation save for the hints he was getting when Kiyoharu was telling him to roll the condom over his dick.

Seconds following the almost ironically loving gesture didn’t give Kyo enough time to breath-----hands quickly pressing towards the upper region of Kiyoharu’s back as those cold metallic rings were scraping against his skull and his thoughts were damn near dead. Body working on auto pilot as it snapped against the rough intrusion as nothing but the slightly warm latex and violent brush of lips were all to reassure him. I think we were made for this life style of empty gestures and ironic romantics.

Head dipped against Kyo’s shoulder as he heard the faint string of words wash over his lips, mouth gaping open and finger nails leaving angry red marks in hopes of tagging his back in remembrance of this chance meeting. Hips starting up a shallow rhythm that transitions between short and long before erratic tendencies took better part of him and he was moving almost violent against the blonde beneath him. Thumb pressing into Kyo’s jaw as fingers kept threaded through blonde strips of hair and hips were rolling against his own as they pulled against one another’s movements----magnetic pull working in sync. However it felt as if they were still fighting because Kyo was letting him know that despite the roles they were playing and cock shoved almost violently between his legs he wasn’t going to be broken in.

Nothing but the harsh breathing and mingled moans of pleasure filling the usually silent walls of this lonely apartment building. Cool liquid running along his back as the nails broke over skin in hopes of getting to the sinew and maybe even bone but it had all been in favor of leaving the tiniest piece of himself. He’d be nothing but a forgotten face but so long as that face was a reoccurring thought whenever calloused fingers traced over Kiyoharu’s own back he’d be happy knowing that it wasn’t just a bitter dream.

Head knocked repeatedly against the head board as Kiyoharu’s thrusts grew shorter and violent with every shift, free hand locking underneath his leg as hips were tilted and he was nearly growling with every rough fuck. Tight ring of muscles contracting around his cock and then he was using his opposite hand to drop between them, touching Kyo’s own neglected cock as he kept up the erratic rhythm between them. Plastic movement against his spine as those strewn on accessories around Kyo’s wrist clutched tightly to his hip and he was shuddering almost violently against him, trace evidence painted between them.

“Kiyoharu…”

Porn film appeal at how erotic that body was milking his cock and he couldn’t stop but let the words sink in before trigger reaction of muscles coiled at the sudden building of pressure and he felt his body just shut down. Muscles stiffening as orgasm got the better part of him and he kept his head dipped against Kyo’s own---lips swallowing anything that might have slipped from the devil’s mouth only to be swallowed by the Harajuku punk. You’ll forget me, this silly obsession and move on to stalking kids your own age but for now let’s fool ourselves into thinking that this was nothing but a timed meeting and I just so happened to be there. Wrong place, right time.

10:25 p.m.

Smoke curled around open air as cigarette had been tapped on top of crystal glass and he was just staring at the passing reflections of Tokyo’s club kid generation--hadn’t been sitting here for more than five minutes before body was taking the empty bar stool besides him.

Smile pressing forward before he inclined his head towards the blonde’s ear.

“So you want to buy me a drink?”