a yaoi with Yoshiki ( X Japan) and Shinya ( Dir en Grey)

this is my first posted story EVER!!!!!

I hope you all enjoy it

No More Pain

While most of the neighbor hood was fast asleep, the sound of a piano resonated throughout one of the sprawling Los Angeles mansions. The young man who had been staying at the home, out of curtisey from the owner of the grand abode, was drawn out from his temporary bedroom by the lovely melody. Bleached auburn hair fell gently to the side as he tilted his head to better hear the song, an appassionato. Ever since he was invited to stay at the residence, he was woken by the soft sounds of fingers banging on the piano keys. Several times, the young man sneaked over to his host’s bedroom, but found the bed empty. He desperately wanted to go down the vast black marble staircase and spy on his host as he played, but being shy and timid by nature, he always opted for returning to his room.

However not tonight. Tonight he was determined to venture into the darkness to find the source of the music. Turning and fumbling for a robe, which he discovered was on his dresser, the young man dressed and quietly exited his room. The mahogany floors were cold under his naked feet. Being away from the light of the room, his pupils grew wide to take in the darkness. The young man’s slim form made it’s way down the long hallway, passed several doors and around corners until he reached the beginning of the staircase. Taking a deep breath, he clutched the railing with a tight hand and slowly descended the steps. The appassionato became louder, he was getting closer. His heart beat wildly against his slender chest, both from the fear of slipping and from the excitement of his secret escapade. The young man gripped the railing suddenly when he misplaced his foot and staggered on the edge of a step.

“W..woah! Oh, that was close,” he whispered.

A cold sweat covered his body as his heart tripled its beats. His breathing intensified as he shakily came down the last of the steps. ‘Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,’ he weakly thought. The music was even louder now. The young man grabbed his way around the non lit first floor. In the distance he saw a dim light from beneath a closed door. With a growing curiosity, the young man ventured closer to the light. Like a moth to the flame. Now that his vision was adjusted, he could plainly see that he had ended up in the large living room, with it’s leather couches, glass tables and surround sound television and stereo set. The black carpet tickled his tender feet as he avoided the couch and table, the burnt cinders from the marble fireplace filled his nostrils. He loved the scent of fires and ash. It reminded him of his childhood and home back in Japan. His family was fairly wealthy and was able to afford a western styled home with a fireplace. Every winter night, his father would gather the wood that he had bought from a friend’s farm and bring it in the house. The family horses and livestock already been fed.

* “Shinya, come and help me build a fire for dinner,” his father’s deep, kind voice said.

Little Shinya would leave his mother’s side and the wonderful smells of that nights dinner in the kitchen, and bound over to his father.

“Yay! I want a big fire tonight ok? Please?” Shinya asked, his chocolate eyes full of happiness. Shinya’s father let out a great laugh and ruffled his son’s dark hair.

Soon after they had set the wood in the hearth and lit the flame, did Shinya sit and watch the fire. He enjoyed the warmth and beauty of the flames. How they danced along the bricks of the fireplace, and cracked and popped as though they were angry with Shinya for watching this sacred dance. Shinya would eat his dinner with his parents then return to his spot in front of the fire until he fell asleep on the floor. Only when his father picked him up to put him to bed, did Shinya move from the orange and yellow heat.* Shinya smiled at the fond memory, he missed his parents. Since he arrived in LA he had just been with his friends. That was all well and good but he wanted his family. The change of song brought him out of his thoughts. Shinya gingerly tiptoed over to the door and pressed his ear against the wood. His long fingered hands flat near his face, a look of concentration on his effeminate features. Shinya raised and eyebrow when he noticed a tiny prism of light hitting his white robe near his thigh. Being childish in many ways, he knelt down and looked through the key hole. The room was similar to a banquet hall, large windows, dark wooden floors, and a raised platform where a black Grand piano stood. Even the glass ashtray with a cigarette butt sticking up did not take away from the elegance of the room. And seated on the leather bench was his host. It was a wonder that the older man could play so soon after his injury. A few months before Shinya arrived, his host had severely sprained both of his wrists while playing his drums and was subjected to wearing black wrist casts at all times. However, tonight they had been removed and were lying on the floor next to a piano leg. Shinya’s breath caught in his throat, for his host was lacking a shirt, leaving his lean back bare and exposed to Shinya’s stare. Once again, Shinya was reduced to studying him from afar.

The older man’s bare back moved as his strong arms played the classical instrument before him. The muscles flexing under a fresh sheen of sweat, the tanned skin glistening in the soft light from the crystal chandelier hanging overhead. Bleached blond hair clung to his neck as he flowed with the music as a true pianist would. Black cloth pants wrinkled and stretched whenever he shifted on the seat. The scent of cigarette smoke and cologne permeated the seductive atmosphere which was quickly ruined when his host let out a shrill cry and brought his arms to his chest. The beautiful music stopped, replaced by his host’s labored breathing. Shinya chewed on his bottom lip, his brows knitted together in worry.

‘Yoshiki-san, you shouldn’t push yourself like this,’ Shinya thought. Thinking that his pain had passed, Shinya’s host Yoshiki continued to play. But when Yoshiki cried out in pain a second time it was more than Shinya could take. He pushed open the door and rushed over to his host’s side, knelt down and laid his hands upon Yoshiki’s thigh.

“Yoshiki-san! Please stop doing this to yourself. You have to recover first!” S Shinya said with scolding tone. Yoshiki’s handsome face was twisted with pain and covered in sweat. His throbbing wrists told him to put his casts on. Shinya’s head looked around for the black casts and went to reach for them. “Go away,” Yoshiki’s voice grumbled, a mixture of pain and irritation.

Shinya drew his hand away from the desired objects and rested on his own leg. The younger man’s brown orbs watched as the other man grabbed the casts off of the floor and roughly placed them on the piano keys, eliciting a crude sound. The sound of careless placement upon the keys. Like a horror film. No beauty. Shinya winced at Yoshiki’s harsh actions. The mood of the room was altered and Shinya felt as thou he was no longer welcome, as if Yoshiki would turn to the side and bite his head off. Shinya quietly lowered his gaze to stare at his lap, not knowing what to do. Should he follow his host’s wishes and leave, or should he stay and make sure that the older man didn’t attempt to hurt himself further. He wasn’t given the time to come to a conclusion because Yoshiki’s stern voice broke his thoughts.

“ What are you doing here? Were you spying on me?”

Shinya stared into his host’s light brown eyes, how can you tell the person who is letting you stay at their home that you were watching them during one of their more intimate moments? Yoshiki’s gaze was so intimidatingly fierce that Shinya averted his eyes and found other interesting things to glance at while he gave his answer.

“Um…I was…I heard your music from my room and I wanted to listen, so I came down and kind of watched you through the key hole. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you Yoshiki-san,” Shinya whispered.

He wrung his hands in his lap, afraid of what was to come. The hard wood digging into his thin knees. Not wanting to look him in the eye, Shinya watched Yoshiki’s side expand and retract with each deep breath he took. He then studied Yoshiki’s arm. The slightly bulging muscle from being held so tightly to his chest, the long forearm with it’s defined veins wrapping around the flesh beneath the skin. The flawless, strong hand that was being held with the utmost tenderness. The long fingers that could produce the most harmonious melodies Shinya had ever heard. His brown eyes traveled up, the broad shoulders, the strong neck, the beautiful face. A sudden burning sensation rose to his cheeks as he took in every visible bit of the man sitting in front of him. ‘What am I doing?! I’m blushing!!! Oh no what if Yoshiki-san sees this, he’ll be so angry!’ Shinya franticly thought. The thoughts made the situation worse however, and Shinya raised his hands to cup his flaming cheeks. Hoping to hide the obvious signs of hidden affections for the older man. But it was too late, Yoshiki had seen the reaction, he had felt the young man’s observations to his semi naked body. It was not new to him though, Yoshiki new for the longest time even before Shinya knew, that the younger harbored feelings for him. Yoshiki just was waiting for the younger man to say or do something. And this was a clear sign. With his wrists still aching, Yoshiki slowly brought a hand down to cover Shinya’s more delicate one.

“It’s alright Shinya, you don’t have to hide it anymore,” he said with a calm voice, “ I know.”

If it was possible, Shinya would’ve died then and there. Was he that obvious!!?? Against his better self control, hot tears welled up in his eyes. Shinya lowered his hands from his face just as the start of fresh tears flowed over the round flesh of his cheeks. Yoshiki was taken back aways at this. The tears warmed his palm, wetting the calloused skin. Shinya’s youthful face was full of uncertainty. ‘Is he upset with me? Is he afraid that I will be disgusted with him and kick him out? Please stop crying my Shinya, you’re too lovely for tears,’ Yoshiki thought. Wait, his Shinya? Since when? One look told the answer, ‘Since I first met you.’

Without a word, Yoshiki twisted his body, and leaned over to lightly place his lips upon Shinya’s full ones. Shinya went as ridged as a board. His heart was going mad. His senses amplified tenfold. Shinya heard the other’s heart beat, smelled his scent, tasted his sweet lips, saw his handsome features, felt the heat emanating from the hand upon his cheek. Now the tears that fell from his eyes were those of joy. Shinya closed his swollen orbs and leaned into the gentle kiss. Yoshiki smiled inside, knowing that Shinya was becoming more comfortable with the new situation. The pianist tilted his head and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue run along the other’s lips. Silently asking for permission to enter. Shinya softly moaned and parted the plump pieces of pliant flesh, shivering when he felt Yoshiki’s hot tongue slid against his, allowing Shinya to taste the unmistakable flavor of tobacco. Goosebumps covered his skin when Yoshiki wound his slippery appendage around Shinya’s. Yoshiki was such a good kisser, proof that he was well versed in the art of foreplay. The older man pressed his thumb into Shinya’s soft cheek, stroking the flesh. Feeling the smoothness of his youth. Being a middle aged man himself, Yoshiki envied Shinya. Shinya, not barely twenty-five and being subjected to Yoshiki’s ministrations that, for all he knew, could be false. Yoshiki could feel this in Shinya’s kiss. The possibility of this being Yoshiki’s sick way of playing with his hidden feelings. Yoshiki decided to let the younger know that this was for real. That for the longest time, Yoshiki had also watched the young man secretly when Shinya was not looking. Like a school boy. Yoshiki felt sort of childish and embarrassed with himself at times. Many times he had attempted to relay his feelings to Shinya, the beautiful auburn haired boy, but the words died in his throat. Countless nights Yoshiki had turned to the ever faithful scotch and ice. Finishing a whole bottle by himself in the late hours of the lonely night, thinking of the youth he was now kissing. Well, he was not going to let this opportunity pass him by. The other times he practically waved at the missed chances to tell the boy that he loved him, but not this time. Not now! Wriggling his hips, Yoshiki swung a long leg over the other side of the piano bench so as to straddle it. The leather creaking from his weight. Shinya opened his love filled eyes to see what had caused the slight disturbance to the kiss and was shocked when Yoshiki pulled away completely. Shinya’s lips were red and puffy, he missed the feeling of Yoshiki’s mouth. With a tiny pout, Shinya looked questioningly into Yoshiki’s.

“What did you pull away for… Ahh!!” Shinya yelped as Yoshiki gripped him under the arms and hoisted him up onto the bench, Shinya’s legs on either side of Yoshiki’s hips, the leather cold on his backside. Shinya blushed anew and looked at the other’s chest. Yoshiki chuckled and kissed Shinya’s forehead, pushing the silky bangs away.

“Don’t be bashful, look at me Shinya. I want to see your gorgeous brown eyes,” Yoshiki whispered into the delicate shell of Shinya’s ear.

Shinya gulped and timidly did as the other asked. Yoshiki smiled and gave him a soft peck on the lips. Shinya’s heart and mind fluttered at the contact. Yoshiki kissed his way up to Shinya’s nose, his eyelids, his cheeks. Yoshiki wanted to memorize the younger’s face with his lips, wanted to taste every bit of his youthful appearance. He licked the salty trails of the fallen tears, the hot saliva cooling against Shinya’s skin. Yoshiki brought the muscle over Shinya’s smooth jaw line. Shinya’s supple mouth opened to moan, his own tongue pressing on his bottom lip. His hands held onto Yoshiki’s shoulders and dug his fingernails into the others tanned skin when Yoshiki planted feather light kisses to his neck. The skin of Shinya’s neck was like that of a child’s, sweet and pale. Yoshiki greedily kissed the side of Shinya’s neck, sucking on the skin. Yoshiki was amazed at how easily the flesh bruised, how simple it was to claim the young man as his. He slowly ran his tongue over the pulsing artery and jugular, nibbling as he went. Shinya gasped and rolled his head back to grant his host better access to his throat. Yoshiki obliged and continued to suckle his way down to a set of prominent collar bones encased in porcelain skin. Shinya felt a warm surge fill his loins as Yoshiki bit and licked his shoulders, when he toyed with the beginnings of his flimsy robe.

“Ah! Yoshiki-san, w..Wait,” Shinya stuttered.

But Yoshiki ignored him, using his teeth he pulled the robe away from Shinya’s chest. Exposing the boy further still, he untied the sash at his slim waist and let it hang loose about Shinya’s hips. Shinya snapped his eyes open and unintentionally pushed Yoshiki hard away, swiftly gathering up the cloth. Not expecting such a reaction, Yoshiki fumbled backwards and ended up landing on his wrists.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Damn you!” Yoshiki yelled and faster that Shinya could fathom, Yoshiki’s left arm whirled around and slapped him.

Shinya’s head was forced to the side, the sound of skin on skin almost as powerful as the music. For the longest time, Shinya did not move his head. His disheveled bangs hid his tears, he brought a trembling hand up to the bright red handprint. Shinya forgot about his half open robe that was dangerously falling open at his waist.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident. Yoshiki-san,” his voice cracked. Yoshiki felt terrible.

He hadn’t meant to hit Shinya, it was just a reflex. Pulling the younger man closer, Yoshiki held Shinya in a tight embrace. The shuddering form within his arms buried his face into Yoshiki’s well built chest. Yoshiki pressed his lips to the top of Shinya’s head, asking for forgiveness, his stinging wrists reminding him of his guilt.

“I’m sorry, Shinya. I was careless,” Yoshiki said soothingly. Taking the wet face in his large hands, he turned Shinya up to look at him.

Thumbs traced quivering lips, brown eyes saw the many love bites along the length of Shinya’s throat. Shinya touched Yoshiki’s wrists and brought one to his mouth, tenderly kissing the pain away. He kissed the top, then the underside. Holding the joint as if it were made of the most porous glass. Repeating the same to the other wrist, Shinya trailed his free hand over Yoshiki’s arm, feeling the muscle and veins, up his biceps, his strong shoulder and neck, eventually cupping a mature cheek.

“I forgive you, just… love me.”

Yoshiki widened his eyes. Shinya just told him to…, “Shinya, are you sure that this is what you want?”

Shinya smiled and nodded his head, seductively rolling his hips into his hosts. And there was a very pronounced greeting,

“Make me yours Yoshiki-san.”

With a deep growl, Yoshiki scooped Shinya in his arms and stood up, legs spread apart due to the bench and swiveled around to face the piano, his own growing erection beginning to bother him. Leaning Shinya against him, Yoshiki closed the lid of the piano and laid Shinya upon it. The young man gasped as the cold wood met with his back, the thin robe providing no mercy. Shinya threw back his head when he felt a hand slid up his milky thigh, fingertips tracing patterns along the skin. As the hand became closer to Shinya’s most private area, he did something not in his character, he spread his legs wider, allowing Yoshiki full view of him. Yoshiki bit back a moan when he lightly touched the soft sack. Feeling the weight of Shinya in his palm, he gently fondled the two globes. Shinya was writhing into his hand, bucking his hips uncontrollably. The room was filled with moans and gasps from the slim man. Yoshiki held Shinya’s legs apart with his other hand, pinching the thigh whenever Shinya tried to close them. Shinya mewled when his host finally grazed the tip of his rising length. Yoshiki licked his lips and proceeded to move his hand up and down Shinya’s shaft. Shinya was on fire, his body did things on its own now, he couldn’t control when his hips thrusted forward.

“Y…Yoshiki-san, nggggaahhh! Stop torturing me!”

“Well, my Shinya, what do you want me to do? This?” Yoshiki pinched the weeping tip, “or this,” he scraped his nail along the underside, “or this?” Yoshiki brought his face closer to the fully erect member in his grasp. Shinya practically screamed.

“THAT!!!” Shinya urged the older man.

Yoshiki smirked and planted a soft kiss to the inflamed head, swirling his tongue around the slit. His lips enclosed the tip and sucked, the pearly white fluid that collected prior to his ministrations, was slurped away with much gusto. Shinya bucked wildly on the piano, his body causing the keys to lightly sound. Yoshiki held his slim hips down as he took him further into his mouth. The soft suckling noises reminded Shinya of a tiny kitten lapping at milk. He saw Yoshiki’s head slowly bobbing up and down out of the corner of his chocolate eyes. The feeling increased as did the sucking, a bite was added for interest.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Yoshiki-san!!!!!!” Shinya screamed breathlessly.

His fingers tore at Yoshiki’s blond hair, pulling at the roots, urging him to go faster. Yoshiki growled, the vibrations in his throat rumbled against Shinya. Yoshiki released one of Shinya’s hips and placed a long digit inside of his mouth, ordering Shinya to suck on it in turn. The auburn haired man agreed and twisted his tongue around the finger, nipping at the tip. The large bulge in the front of Yoshiki’s trousers was jutting against the piano keys, causing him to rock his hips into the separate rivets of the white pieces. Satisfied by Shinya’s care on his finger, Yoshiki withdrew the digit and trailed it down Shinya’s chest, around a perk nipple and into his navel. A tight feeling in the pit of Shinya’s belly told him that he was getting close, if Yoshiki kept up what he was doing Shinya might not be able to stop himself.

“Yoshiki-san, stop…I’m…”

But Yoshiki did not listen, only sped up. Shinya bit his palm hard enough to draw blood when he sensed the time approaching. Then, thrashing about like a fish out of water, Shinya came hard into Yoshiki’s waiting mouth. Hot, ribbons of Shinya’s seed filled the moist cavern, which was eagerly swallowed like a sweet treat. As he rode out his orgasm Yoshiki looked at Shinya’s lust filled expression and licked his lips clean.

“Mmmm, you taste so good, Shin-chan,” Yoshiki purred.

Shinya panted, his body flushed a rosy pink and covered with droplets of sweat. The sight was too much for him to bear, so using quick hands, Yoshiki undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Removing his silk boxers, he was naked and ready to fully claim his prize. Shinya, wanton and trembling watched as his host pulled him closer to the edge and braced himself for the next step. Yoshiki was staring straight into Shinya’s anxious eyes when he pressed his tip near Shinya’s little entrance.

“You’re positive this is what you want? I wont do anything you feel uncomfortable with, my angel,” he kissed Shinya on the lips, “ my love,” he kissed Shinya’s smooth jaw, “my Shinya!” Yoshiki thrusted into the tight heat, not bothering to prepare his lover.

Blinding white pain shot through Shinya’s thin body, sweat beaded on his brow, his fingers dug into Yoshiki’s arms. His nails scratching the tanned flesh when Yoshiki moved carefully in and out. Yoshiki let out a loud moan at the warmth he felt surrounding his length, the tightness of Shinya. Rolling his hips and thrusting in, Yoshiki had only a little while to wait until Shinya’s back arched and his toes curled.

“OH YOSHIKI-SAN! THERE!!! HARDER, FASTER!!!” Shinya yelled when Yoshiki hit his sweet spot, the spot that made him see stars.

Wrapping his long, slender legs around Yoshiki’s waist, Shinya drove him in deeper and matched each thrust. Yoshiki pulled out almost completely before slamming back into the writhing and panting man beneath him. With each hard thrust, the keys under them pounded out music that signified their sexual union. A wonderful suction was created due to Yoshiki’s fantastic thrusting, he pulled out and rolled his hips forward, letting the tip of his member press Shinya’s weakness every time. Yoshiki bent over and took an inviting pink bud between his teeth. Shinya gave a silent cry as Yoshiki bit and sucked on his nipple. Huge red marks were forming all over Shinya’s pale chest, but he cared not for his heart and mind were not with him. They were soaring above clouds and transcending time. He was one with the man that he loved, after years of watching from the shadows, they were now going to achieve the greatest pleasure one could have.

“Oh Yoshiki-san! Yes!! Mmmnnn please, fill me. Make me yours! Ahhhh more! MORE!!!” Shinya moaned arching up to Yoshiki’s stomach.

Beastly grunts and the sound of piano music filled the room. The echo of both bounced off of the high walls, Shinya noticed through his steamy high that his new lover was speeding up his pace.

“Yes Yoshiki-san, do it! Come inside of me!” Shinya panted.

Yoshiki was gripping Shinya’s hips so hard that his knuckles turned white, his face was once again twisted into a concentrated expression, sweat poured down his spine and down his buttocks. His thigh muscles flexed and his arms bulged. With an open mouth, Yoshiki gave one final hard thrust and released his seed within Shinya’s spent form. Shinya rolled his eyes back and writhed as he felt Yoshiki’s hot, thick, seed coat his sore inner walls, soothing the pain from inside. Yoshiki slumped over, breathing heavily and shaking. Shinya revived from his current state of overwhelming pleasure to reach up and take his lover into his arms. Yoshiki bent at his waist, Shinya’s legs hindering him a bit.

“I love you Yoshiki-san. And I still forgive you for slapping me earlier,” Shinya panted. His face shiny and wet, bangs clinging to his forehead. Yoshiki stared at him, his perspiration falling on Shinya’s neck and chest.

“And I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’m not used to people watching me play at night. But, for you I’ll make an exception,” Yoshiki lovingly kissed Shinya’s full lips, and gently pulled out of him.

Yoshiki noticed an unusual slickness when he left Shinya’s body. He looked down, blood! Shinya was bleeding, he had caused his love to bleed. He was filled with dread at the sight of the sticky red substance that was purely Shinya. Quickly gathering him in his arms, Yoshiki picked the now sleeping man up with ease and walked out of the banquet hall. Before he exited the hall, Yoshiki turned to look at the long forgotten wrist casts that had been tossed onto the floor during their lovemaking and smiled. With his angel by his side, he no longer felt any pain.

While most of the neighbor hood was fast asleep, the sound of a piano resonated throughout one of the sprawling Los Angeles mansions. The young man who had been staying at the home, out of curtisey from the owner of the grand abode, was drawn out from his temporary bedroom by the lovely melody. Bleached auburn hair fell gently to the side as he tilted his head to better hear the song, an appassionato. Ever since he was invited to stay at the residence, he was woken by the soft sounds of fingers banging on the piano keys. Several times, the young man sneaked over to his host’s bedroom, but found the bed empty. He desperately wanted to go down the vast black marble staircase and spy on his host as he played, but being shy and timid by nature, he always opted for returning to his room.

However not tonight. Tonight he was determined to venture into the darkness to find the source of the music. Turning and fumbling for a robe, which he discovered was on his dresser, the young man dressed and quietly exited his room. The mahogany floors were cold under his naked feet. Being away from the light of the room, his pupils grew wide to take in the darkness. The young man’s slim form made it’s way down the long hallway, passed several doors and around corners until he reached the beginning of the staircase. Taking a deep breath, he clutched the railing with a tight hand and slowly descended the steps. The appassionato became louder, he was getting closer. His heart beat wildly against his slender chest, both from the fear of slipping and from the excitement of his secret escapade. The young man gripped the railing suddenly when he misplaced his foot and staggered on the edge of a step.

“W..woah! Oh, that was close,” he whispered.

A cold sweat covered his body as his heart tripled its beats. His breathing intensified as he shakily came down the last of the steps. ‘Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,’ he weakly thought. The music was even louder now. The young man grabbed his way around the non lit first floor. In the distance he saw a dim light from beneath a closed door. With a growing curiosity, the young man ventured closer to the light. Like a moth to the flame. Now that his vision was adjusted, he could plainly see that he had ended up in the large living room, with it’s leather couches, glass tables and surround sound television and stereo set. The black carpet tickled his tender feet as he avoided the couch and table, the burnt cinders from the marble fireplace filled his nostrils. He loved the scent of fires and ash. It reminded him of his childhood and home back in Japan. His family was fairly wealthy and was able to afford a western styled home with a fireplace. Every winter night, his father would gather the wood that he had bought from a friend’s farm and bring it in the house. The family horses and livestock already been fed.

* “Shinya, come and help me build a fire for dinner,” his father’s deep, kind voice said.

Little Shinya would leave his mother’s side and the wonderful smells of that nights dinner in the kitchen, and bound over to his father.

“Yay! I want a big fire tonight ok? Please?” Shinya asked, his chocolate eyes full of happiness. Shinya’s father let out a great laugh and ruffled his son’s dark hair.

Soon after they had set the wood in the hearth and lit the flame, did Shinya sit and watch the fire. He enjoyed the warmth and beauty of the flames. How they danced along the bricks of the fireplace, and cracked and popped as though they were angry with Shinya for watching this sacred dance. Shinya would eat his dinner with his parents then return to his spot in front of the fire until he fell asleep on the floor. Only when his father picked him up to put him to bed, did Shinya move from the orange and yellow heat.* Shinya smiled at the fond memory, he missed his parents. Since he arrived in LA he had just been with his friends. That was all well and good but he wanted his family. The change of song brought him out of his thoughts. Shinya gingerly tiptoed over to the door and pressed his ear against the wood. His long fingered hands flat near his face, a look of concentration on his effeminate features. Shinya raised and eyebrow when he noticed a tiny prism of light hitting his white robe near his thigh. Being childish in many ways, he knelt down and looked through the key hole. The room was similar to a banquet hall, large windows, dark wooden floors, and a raised platform where a black Grand piano stood. Even the glass ashtray with a cigarette butt sticking up did not take away from the elegance of the room. And seated on the leather bench was his host. It was a wonder that the older man could play so soon after his injury. A few months before Shinya arrived, his host had severely sprained both of his wrists while playing his drums and was subjected to wearing black wrist casts at all times. However, tonight they had been removed and were lying on the floor next to a piano leg. Shinya’s breath caught in his throat, for his host was lacking a shirt, leaving his lean back bare and exposed to Shinya’s stare. Once again, Shinya was reduced to studying him from afar.

The older man’s bare back moved as his strong arms played the classical instrument before him. The muscles flexing under a fresh sheen of sweat, the tanned skin glistening in the soft light from the crystal chandelier hanging overhead. Bleached blond hair clung to his neck as he flowed with the music as a true pianist would. Black cloth pants wrinkled and stretched whenever he shifted on the seat. The scent of cigarette smoke and cologne permeated the seductive atmosphere which was quickly ruined when his host let out a shrill cry and brought his arms to his chest. The beautiful music stopped, replaced by his host’s labored breathing. Shinya chewed on his bottom lip, his brows knitted together in worry.

‘Yoshiki-san, you shouldn’t push yourself like this,’ Shinya thought. Thinking that his pain had passed, Shinya’s host Yoshiki continued to play. But when Yoshiki cried out in pain a second time it was more than Shinya could take. He pushed open the door and rushed over to his host’s side, knelt down and laid his hands upon Yoshiki’s thigh.

“Yoshiki-san! Please stop doing this to yourself. You have to recover first!” S Shinya said with scolding tone. Yoshiki’s handsome face was twisted with pain and covered in sweat. His throbbing wrists told him to put his casts on. Shinya’s head looked around for the black casts and went to reach for them. “Go away,” Yoshiki’s voice grumbled, a mixture of pain and irritation.

Shinya drew his hand away from the desired objects and rested on his own leg. The younger man’s brown orbs watched as the other man grabbed the casts off of the floor and roughly placed them on the piano keys, eliciting a crude sound. The sound of careless placement upon the keys. Like a horror film. No beauty. Shinya winced at Yoshiki’s harsh actions. The mood of the room was altered and Shinya felt as thou he was no longer welcome, as if Yoshiki would turn to the side and bite his head off. Shinya quietly lowered his gaze to stare at his lap, not knowing what to do. Should he follow his host’s wishes and leave, or should he stay and make sure that the older man didn’t attempt to hurt himself further. He wasn’t given the time to come to a conclusion because Yoshiki’s stern voice broke his thoughts.

“ What are you doing here? Were you spying on me?”

Shinya stared into his host’s light brown eyes, how can you tell the person who is letting you stay at their home that you were watching them during one of their more intimate moments? Yoshiki’s gaze was so intimidatingly fierce that Shinya averted his eyes and found other interesting things to glance at while he gave his answer.

“Um…I was…I heard your music from my room and I wanted to listen, so I came down and kind of watched you through the key hole. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you Yoshiki-san,” Shinya whispered.

He wrung his hands in his lap, afraid of what was to come. The hard wood digging into his thin knees. Not wanting to look him in the eye, Shinya watched Yoshiki’s side expand and retract with each deep breath he took. He then studied Yoshiki’s arm. The slightly bulging muscle from being held so tightly to his chest, the long forearm with it’s defined veins wrapping around the flesh beneath the skin. The flawless, strong hand that was being held with the utmost tenderness. The long fingers that could produce the most harmonious melodies Shinya had ever heard. His brown eyes traveled up, the broad shoulders, the strong neck, the beautiful face. A sudden burning sensation rose to his cheeks as he took in every visible bit of the man sitting in front of him. ‘What am I doing?! I’m blushing!!! Oh no what if Yoshiki-san sees this, he’ll be so angry!’ Shinya franticly thought. The thoughts made the situation worse however, and Shinya raised his hands to cup his flaming cheeks. Hoping to hide the obvious signs of hidden affections for the older man. But it was too late, Yoshiki had seen the reaction, he had felt the young man’s observations to his semi naked body. It was not new to him though, Yoshiki new for the longest time even before Shinya knew, that the younger harbored feelings for him. Yoshiki just was waiting for the younger man to say or do something. And this was a clear sign. With his wrists still aching, Yoshiki slowly brought a hand down to cover Shinya’s more delicate one.

“It’s alright Shinya, you don’t have to hide it anymore,” he said with a calm voice, “ I know.”

If it was possible, Shinya would’ve died then and there. Was he that obvious!!?? Against his better self control, hot tears welled up in his eyes. Shinya lowered his hands from his face just as the start of fresh tears flowed over the round flesh of his cheeks. Yoshiki was taken back aways at this. The tears warmed his palm, wetting the calloused skin. Shinya’s youthful face was full of uncertainty. ‘Is he upset with me? Is he afraid that I will be disgusted with him and kick him out? Please stop crying my Shinya, you’re too lovely for tears,’ Yoshiki thought. Wait, his Shinya? Since when? One look told the answer, ‘Since I first met you.’

Without a word, Yoshiki twisted his body, and leaned over to lightly place his lips upon Shinya’s full ones. Shinya went as ridged as a board. His heart was going mad. His senses amplified tenfold. Shinya heard the other’s heart beat, smelled his scent, tasted his sweet lips, saw his handsome features, felt the heat emanating from the hand upon his cheek. Now the tears that fell from his eyes were those of joy. Shinya closed his swollen orbs and leaned into the gentle kiss. Yoshiki smiled inside, knowing that Shinya was becoming more comfortable with the new situation. The pianist tilted his head and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue run along the other’s lips. Silently asking for permission to enter. Shinya softly moaned and parted the plump pieces of pliant flesh, shivering when he felt Yoshiki’s hot tongue slid against his, allowing Shinya to taste the unmistakable flavor of tobacco. Goosebumps covered his skin when Yoshiki wound his slippery appendage around Shinya’s. Yoshiki was such a good kisser, proof that he was well versed in the art of foreplay. The older man pressed his thumb into Shinya’s soft cheek, stroking the flesh. Feeling the smoothness of his youth. Being a middle aged man himself, Yoshiki envied Shinya. Shinya, not barely twenty-five and being subjected to Yoshiki’s ministrations that, for all he knew, could be false. Yoshiki could feel this in Shinya’s kiss. The possibility of this being Yoshiki’s sick way of playing with his hidden feelings. Yoshiki decided to let the younger know that this was for real. That for the longest time, Yoshiki had also watched the young man secretly when Shinya was not looking. Like a school boy. Yoshiki felt sort of childish and embarrassed with himself at times. Many times he had attempted to relay his feelings to Shinya, the beautiful auburn haired boy, but the words died in his throat. Countless nights Yoshiki had turned to the ever faithful scotch and ice. Finishing a whole bottle by himself in the late hours of the lonely night, thinking of the youth he was now kissing. Well, he was not going to let this opportunity pass him by. The other times he practically waved at the missed chances to tell the boy that he loved him, but not this time. Not now! Wriggling his hips, Yoshiki swung a long leg over the other side of the piano bench so as to straddle it. The leather creaking from his weight. Shinya opened his love filled eyes to see what had caused the slight disturbance to the kiss and was shocked when Yoshiki pulled away completely. Shinya’s lips were red and puffy, he missed the feeling of Yoshiki’s mouth. With a tiny pout, Shinya looked questioningly into Yoshiki’s.

“What did you pull away for… Ahh!!” Shinya yelped as Yoshiki gripped him under the arms and hoisted him up onto the bench, Shinya’s legs on either side of Yoshiki’s hips, the leather cold on his backside. Shinya blushed anew and looked at the other’s chest. Yoshiki chuckled and kissed Shinya’s forehead, pushing the silky bangs away.

“Don’t be bashful, look at me Shinya. I want to see your gorgeous brown eyes,” Yoshiki whispered into the delicate shell of Shinya’s ear.

Shinya gulped and timidly did as the other asked. Yoshiki smiled and gave him a soft peck on the lips. Shinya’s heart and mind fluttered at the contact. Yoshiki kissed his way up to Shinya’s nose, his eyelids, his cheeks. Yoshiki wanted to memorize the younger’s face with his lips, wanted to taste every bit of his youthful appearance. He licked the salty trails of the fallen tears, the hot saliva cooling against Shinya’s skin. Yoshiki brought the muscle over Shinya’s smooth jaw line. Shinya’s supple mouth opened to moan, his own tongue pressing on his bottom lip. His hands held onto Yoshiki’s shoulders and dug his fingernails into the others tanned skin when Yoshiki planted feather light kisses to his neck. The skin of Shinya’s neck was like that of a child’s, sweet and pale. Yoshiki greedily kissed the side of Shinya’s neck, sucking on the skin. Yoshiki was amazed at how easily the flesh bruised, how simple it was to claim the young man as his. He slowly ran his tongue over the pulsing artery and jugular, nibbling as he went. Shinya gasped and rolled his head back to grant his host better access to his throat. Yoshiki obliged and continued to suckle his way down to a set of prominent collar bones encased in porcelain skin. Shinya felt a warm surge fill his loins as Yoshiki bit and licked his shoulders, when he toyed with the beginnings of his flimsy robe.

“Ah! Yoshiki-san, w..Wait,” Shinya stuttered.

But Yoshiki ignored him, using his teeth he pulled the robe away from Shinya’s chest. Exposing the boy further still, he untied the sash at his slim waist and let it hang loose about Shinya’s hips. Shinya snapped his eyes open and unintentionally pushed Yoshiki hard away, swiftly gathering up the cloth. Not expecting such a reaction, Yoshiki fumbled backwards and ended up landing on his wrists.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Damn you!” Yoshiki yelled and faster that Shinya could fathom, Yoshiki’s left arm whirled around and slapped him.

Shinya’s head was forced to the side, the sound of skin on skin almost as powerful as the music. For the longest time, Shinya did not move his head. His disheveled bangs hid his tears, he brought a trembling hand up to the bright red handprint. Shinya forgot about his half open robe that was dangerously falling open at his waist.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident. Yoshiki-san,” his voice cracked. Yoshiki felt terrible.

He hadn’t meant to hit Shinya, it was just a reflex. Pulling the younger man closer, Yoshiki held Shinya in a tight embrace. The shuddering form within his arms buried his face into Yoshiki’s well built chest. Yoshiki pressed his lips to the top of Shinya’s head, asking for forgiveness, his stinging wrists reminding him of his guilt.

“I’m sorry, Shinya. I was careless,” Yoshiki said soothingly. Taking the wet face in his large hands, he turned Shinya up to look at him.

Thumbs traced quivering lips, brown eyes saw the many love bites along the length of Shinya’s throat. Shinya touched Yoshiki’s wrists and brought one to his mouth, tenderly kissing the pain away. He kissed the top, then the underside. Holding the joint as if it were made of the most porous glass. Repeating the same to the other wrist, Shinya trailed his free hand over Yoshiki’s arm, feeling the muscle and veins, up his biceps, his strong shoulder and neck, eventually cupping a mature cheek.

“I forgive you, just… love me.”

Yoshiki widened his eyes. Shinya just told him to…, “Shinya, are you sure that this is what you want?”

Shinya smiled and nodded his head, seductively rolling his hips into his hosts. And there was a very pronounced greeting,

“Make me yours Yoshiki-san.”

With a deep growl, Yoshiki scooped Shinya in his arms and stood up, legs spread apart due to the bench and swiveled around to face the piano, his own growing erection beginning to bother him. Leaning Shinya against him, Yoshiki closed the lid of the piano and laid Shinya upon it. The young man gasped as the cold wood met with his back, the thin robe providing no mercy. Shinya threw back his head when he felt a hand slid up his milky thigh, fingertips tracing patterns along the skin. As the hand became closer to Shinya’s most private area, he did something not in his character, he spread his legs wider, allowing Yoshiki full view of him. Yoshiki bit back a moan when he lightly touched the soft sack. Feeling the weight of Shinya in his palm, he gently fondled the two globes. Shinya was writhing into his hand, bucking his hips uncontrollably. The room was filled with moans and gasps from the slim man. Yoshiki held Shinya’s legs apart with his other hand, pinching the thigh whenever Shinya tried to close them. Shinya mewled when his host finally grazed the tip of his rising length. Yoshiki licked his lips and proceeded to move his hand up and down Shinya’s shaft. Shinya was on fire, his body did things on its own now, he couldn’t control when his hips thrusted forward.

“Y…Yoshiki-san, nggggaahhh! Stop torturing me!”

“Well, my Shinya, what do you want me to do? This?” Yoshiki pinched the weeping tip, “or this,” he scraped his nail along the underside, “or this?” Yoshiki brought his face closer to the fully erect member in his grasp. Shinya practically screamed.

“THAT!!!” Shinya urged the older man.

Yoshiki smirked and planted a soft kiss to the inflamed head, swirling his tongue around the slit. His lips enclosed the tip and sucked, the pearly white fluid that collected prior to his ministrations, was slurped away with much gusto. Shinya bucked wildly on the piano, his body causing the keys to lightly sound. Yoshiki held his slim hips down as he took him further into his mouth. The soft suckling noises reminded Shinya of a tiny kitten lapping at milk. He saw Yoshiki’s head slowly bobbing up and down out of the corner of his chocolate eyes. The feeling increased as did the sucking, a bite was added for interest.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Yoshiki-san!!!!!!” Shinya screamed breathlessly.

His fingers tore at Yoshiki’s blond hair, pulling at the roots, urging him to go faster. Yoshiki growled, the vibrations in his throat rumbled against Shinya. Yoshiki released one of Shinya’s hips and placed a long digit inside of his mouth, ordering Shinya to suck on it in turn. The auburn haired man agreed and twisted his tongue around the finger, nipping at the tip. The large bulge in the front of Yoshiki’s trousers was jutting against the piano keys, causing him to rock his hips into the separate rivets of the white pieces. Satisfied by Shinya’s care on his finger, Yoshiki withdrew the digit and trailed it down Shinya’s chest, around a perk nipple and into his navel. A tight feeling in the pit of Shinya’s belly told him that he was getting close, if Yoshiki kept up what he was doing Shinya might not be able to stop himself.

“Yoshiki-san, stop…I’m…”

But Yoshiki did not listen, only sped up. Shinya bit his palm hard enough to draw blood when he sensed the time approaching. Then, thrashing about like a fish out of water, Shinya came hard into Yoshiki’s waiting mouth. Hot, ribbons of Shinya’s seed filled the moist cavern, which was eagerly swallowed like a sweet treat. As he rode out his orgasm Yoshiki looked at Shinya’s lust filled expression and licked his lips clean.

“Mmmm, you taste so good, Shin-chan,” Yoshiki purred.

Shinya panted, his body flushed a rosy pink and covered with droplets of sweat. The sight was too much for him to bear, so using quick hands, Yoshiki undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Removing his silk boxers, he was naked and ready to fully claim his prize. Shinya, wanton and trembling watched as his host pulled him closer to the edge and braced himself for the next step. Yoshiki was staring straight into Shinya’s anxious eyes when he pressed his tip near Shinya’s little entrance.

“You’re positive this is what you want? I wont do anything you feel uncomfortable with, my angel,” he kissed Shinya on the lips, “ my love,” he kissed Shinya’s smooth jaw, “my Shinya!” Yoshiki thrusted into the tight heat, not bothering to prepare his lover.

Blinding white pain shot through Shinya’s thin body, sweat beaded on his brow, his fingers dug into Yoshiki’s arms. His nails scratching the tanned flesh when Yoshiki moved carefully in and out. Yoshiki let out a loud moan at the warmth he felt surrounding his length, the tightness of Shinya. Rolling his hips and thrusting in, Yoshiki had only a little while to wait until Shinya’s back arched and his toes curled.

“OH YOSHIKI-SAN! THERE!!! HARDER, FASTER!!!” Shinya yelled when Yoshiki hit his sweet spot, the spot that made him see stars.

Wrapping his long, slender legs around Yoshiki’s waist, Shinya drove him in deeper and matched each thrust. Yoshiki pulled out almost completely before slamming back into the writhing and panting man beneath him. With each hard thrust, the keys under them pounded out music that signified their sexual union. A wonderful suction was created due to Yoshiki’s fantastic thrusting, he pulled out and rolled his hips forward, letting the tip of his member press Shinya’s weakness every time. Yoshiki bent over and took an inviting pink bud between his teeth. Shinya gave a silent cry as Yoshiki bit and sucked on his nipple. Huge red marks were forming all over Shinya’s pale chest, but he cared not for his heart and mind were not with him. They were soaring above clouds and transcending time. He was one with the man that he loved, after years of watching from the shadows, they were now going to achieve the greatest pleasure one could have.

“Oh Yoshiki-san! Yes!! Mmmnnn please, fill me. Make me yours! Ahhhh more! MORE!!!” Shinya moaned arching up to Yoshiki’s stomach.

Beastly grunts and the sound of piano music filled the room. The echo of both bounced off of the high walls, Shinya noticed through his steamy high that his new lover was speeding up his pace.

“Yes Yoshiki-san, do it! Come inside of me!” Shinya panted.

Yoshiki was gripping Shinya’s hips so hard that his knuckles turned white, his face was once again twisted into a concentrated expression, sweat poured down his spine and down his buttocks. His thigh muscles flexed and his arms bulged. With an open mouth, Yoshiki gave one final hard thrust and released his seed within Shinya’s spent form. Shinya rolled his eyes back and writhed as he felt Yoshiki’s hot, thick, seed coat his sore inner walls, soothing the pain from inside. Yoshiki slumped over, breathing heavily and shaking. Shinya revived from his current state of overwhelming pleasure to reach up and take his lover into his arms. Yoshiki bent at his waist, Shinya’s legs hindering him a bit.

“I love you Yoshiki-san. And I still forgive you for slapping me earlier,” Shinya panted. His face shiny and wet, bangs clinging to his forehead. Yoshiki stared at him, his perspiration falling on Shinya’s neck and chest.

“And I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’m not used to people watching me play at night. But, for you I’ll make an exception,” Yoshiki lovingly kissed Shinya’s full lips, and gently pulled out of him.

Yoshiki noticed an unusual slickness when he left Shinya’s body. He looked down, blood! Shinya was bleeding, he had caused his love to bleed. He was filled with dread at the sight of the sticky red substance that was purely Shinya. Quickly gathering him in his arms, Yoshiki picked the now sleeping man up with ease and walked out of the banquet hall. Before he exited the hall, Yoshiki turned to look at the long forgotten wrist casts that had been tossed onto the floor during their lovemaking and smiled. With his angel by his side, he no longer felt any pain.