Dangerous Play

By: scarecrowslady

folder J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 20

Views: 2,599

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Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 20

Views: 2,599

Reviews: 4

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 0

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. Ergo: not real or factual. I do not know D (or any other jrock band) and I am not gaining profit from this!

Unchained

Thanks to Asp for their lyrics. This is fanfiction, friends. Not real, for free goodness. Enjoy~

Dangerous Play

Chapter 11: Unchained

"All my nasty little friends tonight will be unchained..."

to mikazuki_chan for sex-writing tips and the alias "magnum"

"I know what you are thinking," Kisaki murmured, eyes darkening with desire as he watched Asagi shiver as his breath ghosted across the vocalist's shoulder. He pushed Asagi's newly dyed hair away from his neck and kissed the inviting skin softly. "It's too early. It's only been a week Since the last time. You are still worn out. You are still recuperating..."

Asagi said nothing - staring straight ahead stiffly, biting his lips, trying to look like he didn't care. Trying to look like he wasn't concerned as he sat uneasily upright on his red pillow in his living room while Kisaki's fingers strung light silk cords on his body.

"But if you have ever ridden a horse, you would know that the key to becoming a good rider is to get up on the horse right after you fall off it."

Kisaki nipped Asagi's ear and watched the vocalist blush in response.

"And I know you have the stamina to do this. You didn't die before and you won't die again... and I won't lay a finger on you," he added with small smile and a promise.

Asagi closed his eyes, his face flushing as he remembered the last time Kisaki had made that kind of promise. He had ended up begging the bassist to fuck him like the wanton bitch he was. In his head, Ruiza's acerbic drunk voice echoed tauntingly. Shifting slightly, Asagi sighed as Kisaki finished up the knots at the back.

"I am showing great restraint in this too," Kisaki added almost virtuously, letting Asagi know how much he wanted him by pressing his arousal against Asagi's back. "Get dressed before I change my mind -"

Uncertainly, Asagi rose, biting his lip harder as the silk red ropes slid sensuously over his skin. How he was going to make it through the making of the PV was beyond him. The camera would be on him all day Since the film crew was shooting the closeups.

"Wait..."

Kisaki's slow voice halted the vocalist. Asagi turned around keeping his eyes down. If Kisaki saw any reluctance....

"Something's missing.."

Asagi tensed.

Kisaki held up his hands - Asagi flinched.

"Come back..."

By the time that Asagi was standing in front of the bassist, his face was as red as a tomato. His hands nervously clenched and unclenched before his boss; shoulders unknowingly hunched. Kisaki sighed and tutted sharply.

"I've seen you before in broad daylight - in fact, it's broad daylight now... You needn't act like my virgin aunt. Bend over the couch."

Asagi did as he asked, face burning so red that he felt like his body was at the centre of the earth. Kisaki's fingers didn't take their time - instead, they immediately slipped into Asagi's puckered entrance widening the Singer a little before slipping something round and uncomfortable into him. He gasped at the cold feeling of Kisaki's fingers against the warmth of whatever he was putting into him.

"Do you know what these are? And what you are to do with them?"

Kisaki's words were barely audible against the pounding of Asagi's ears as his body turned into a liquid fire - the soft ropes slipping against his sensitive nipples - the fullness of his anus... Something hard against his prostrate, he moaned delicately - hating himself for his sudden desires that threatened to engulf him and turn him into a puddle of goo at Kisaki's feet.

He yelped suddenly as Kisaki's hand descended on his ass with a smart SMACK, turning the pale skin a fetching rosy pink. Not only did the pain clear his head - but his body unconsciously dug deeper into the couch trying to find relief for his growing arousal.

Kisaki chuckled.

"Answer, little one."

"I - I - I don't kn-know..." stuttered Asagi, trying to ignore his half erection, which was pressing insistently against the back of his couch. He wanted to rub himself against it until he found release -

Like the wanton bitch you are, the voice smirked lasciviously in his mind.

"Anal beads. And your job for today is to keep them in there, nice and warm, keeping you comfy and ready for me - all day. Do you understand, little one?"

"Y-y-yes... Kisaki-sama..." gasped the vocalist, trying to keep still under Kisaki's fingers and failing.

"But I can see that your delightful sensitivity will overcome you before you get to the door... so..."

Something cold and metal surrounded Asagi's balls immediately trapping any chance of release he might have. Another piece of restraint surrounded his cock forcing it down, despite its erection. It was painful and humiliating - but the vocalist sobbed out Kisaki's name in relief that he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of his band mates.

And something else... you don't want to be denied, that traitorous voice spoke up again.

"Turn around - I want to see if I put it on right," Kisaki chuckled at the sight of Asagi's flaming red face and his darkened, aroused flesh. "Well... it looks okay... Let's get going... I will give thought today to your severe inhibitions and see what can be done about it..."

Asagi shivered - whether it was from fear or anticipation - not even he knew.

-0-0-0-

"Asagi-san..." The director moved a little closer to the Singer who sat uncomfortably on the edge of the gravestone.

Little did the director know, but Asagi's mind was further from the PV than Timbuktu. As the short man talked about body languages, sensuality and the use of one's eyes for the camera, Asagi sat there in a sensual daze of his own, trying to think of a way to get Kisaki alone, pin the bassist down and seduce him into fucking him into completion. From Kisaki's smirk across the grass, Asagi's more saner mind knew that the bassist was glorying in his total denigration.

His eyes wandering vaguely around the outdoor set, Asagi wondered if the knowing looks of the cameramen, the director, the band, the gaffer boy... if they all knew that under the flowing black dress was a body flushed and wanting to be fucked every which way from Wednesday.

"Asagi-kun, we're trying to do something different with you here... making a new relationship between you and the camera, you understand?" Kisaki's voice brought Asagi suddenly into the present - suddenly too close for comfort. His tone was all business and care as he leaned forward toward Asagi. "I want you to pretend as though the stone were a lover's skin caressing you... Think... sex... Think... wantonness... Think..."

"Asagi-san can do those things?" Sin asked, eyes wide, trying hard to listen to Kisaki's steadily lowering voice. "Somehow it's hard to imagine..."

"Hmmm..." Shion mumbled noncommittally.

The drummer, watching Asagi's almost vibrating tension, felt there was something going on.

More to the man than met the eye... almost as if he is hiding something... The director thinks it is camera shyness and modesty - but Kami knows it's Kisaki jerking Asagi's chain...

Ruiza was sulking in the corner. He could smell sex and seduction a mile off. Asagi's uncertain glances, tense body posture and overly modest stiffness in front of the camera was setting alarm bells off in the blond guitarist's head.

The director must be an idiot not to see it... Or Sin... Kisaki is really, really pushing the line this time. It could come out - and then there will this huge awkwardness...

The short director, better known as "Dai Dai" to his friends, was returning to his camera, shaking his head. Kisaki remained with Asagi, looking very serious - his words lowered so no one could hear him.

Ruiza was itching to find out - but knew better than to stir from his spot. Kisaki was in fine fettle today... a smart man knew what lines to step over - and which battles to fight.

-0-0-0-

As he leaned forward, Kisaki reminded himself of where they were. Although he had pushed the boundaries with Asagi, there was no knowing how the man would react if the bassist tried something too daring in front of the others. Instead, he let his voice lower and assumed a very business-like, coaching manner.

"Think of the camera as me. You are seducing me. You want me to release you - and you need to excite me..."

Asagi raised his eyes in anguish to gaze at his tormentor - who was looking unexpectedly serious. Kisaki fell silent at the look in Asagi's dark eyes. Anguish, torment, need... NEED... It nearly took his breath away.

"Yeah... you gotta... look like that... at the camera... I know you can do this, little one. It's about time people know you have a seductive side to you."

"It's..." Asagi fell silent, unsure if this arena was a safe place to voice his opinions.

"Yes?"

"It's so public..." whispered the vocalist. "They'll.... KNOW... They probably know already... I'm sure they can just tell..."

"I don't think so," Kisaki said quietly, eyes darting around to ensure that he wasn't lying this time. "Just trust me and... do what I ask. I'm certain that even if they figure out that you are as horny as a bitch in heat - they'll still think you are so attractively hot and beautiful because you are trying so hard to preserve what little modesty you have left... Kami... listen to how I'm talking... I'm ready myself to hump my guitar..."

Asagi's face lightened a little at Kisaki's joke and he nodded.

"I promise you that tonight, you will find a most delightful release, little one."

Asagi nodded again, a little more hesitantly.

"Let's do this," Kisaki smiled, clapping the vocalist on the back, enjoying Asagi's mild flinch. As he turned away, he ignored a gusty sigh from Asagi.

-0-0-0-

"I don't know what the fuss was all about," Sin shook his head in naivete and blunt curiosity. "All you had to do was hang around for the camera. It's not like you had to hold a guitar or anything."

Asagi stared at the guitarist - who sounded like the pleasant hum of a bumble bee. Everything seemed warm and light - and when he rose - it was if an earthquake opened beneath his feet drowning him in the blazing fires of the Earth's core. He wondered remotely if anyone was feeling the tremors and the vibrations of stoked and painfully restrained arousal...

Kisaki's sharp voice cut through his thoughts.

"Asagi is very shy. He's not a camera whore like some people..."

"I'm not sure who you are referring to," Ruiza replied bluntly. "But, Kisaki-san... Asagi doesn't seem well... perhaps you should take him off - we'll get our stuff back to the office."

"He can wait," Kisaki grunted, unclasping his bass guitar. "I'll take care of my guitar at least."

"Whatever..." Sin shrugged, kindly clapping Asagi on the shoulder, not realizing what kind of an effect that had on the dazed vocalist. "He did really well today... hell, if I didn't know any better, I would say I was turned on and ready to get down and dirty with him..."

Asagi's mumbled response was drowned out with Kisaki's hard laughter.

"I think," Kisaki shook his head in amusement. "That Asagi-kun is in a totally different league than you. But... still there's no harm in asking."

"I-I-I'm afraid..." Asagi choked out uncertainly.

"I was just joking, idiot," Sin grinned. "I like you and all - but... I dunno if you're my type. Even after today. Still, I could see why people would enjoy having you around for, you know... stuff..." He winked and stuck out his tongue. "If you're ever bored... I'm ready to experiment..."

Everyone laughed. Sin was just too precious. Asagi smiled - now totally relaxed as he realized that no one but Kisaki was aiming to jump his bones without his permission. The bassist was fussing over the locks on his guitar case. Turning around, the tall, attractive bassist smiled at his Singer.

"Okay. Ready? I'll give you a lift."

"Thank you, Kisaki-sa-san." Asagi smiled tremulously as Kisaki escorted him firmly out of the door.

"Well... there they go," Shion stated the obvious into the resulting silence.

"If I didn't know any better," Sin shook his head. "I'd think Kisaki had a thing for Asagi..."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah, he has a thing for Asagi? Or, yeah, it makes you wonder?"

Ruiza busied himself with his guitar, refusing to be forced into a conversation about a certain possessive bassist's love life. His thoughts had been endlessly turning around and around - wrestling with the image of Kisaki's treatment of Asagi. Asagi's blank eyes as they talked in his bedroom. The rejection....

"He has a thing for Asagi," Shion sighed. "It was touch and go there for a bit when you started to compliment Asagi. Got me worried there..."

Worried? Ruiza rolled his eyes. Shion never worried.

"But Since you seemed bent on saying all the wrong things... I thought I'd give you the heads up for your own good," continued the stoic drummer. "I've seen tons of things Since I've hung out with Kisaki... But Kisaki's enjoyment of Asagi is... well... what would you call it, Ruiza?"

"Scary?"

"I was going to say, unparalleled..."

"Obsessive?" opted Sin.

"Something like that," sighed Ruiza. "Just stay out of it - and don't stare and pay them too much attention and don't say stupid things around Asagi... He's super sensitive."

"He's shy - he's not even used to the idea of going major - much less signing onto a mildly popular label," Shion shook his head. "If he makes it major... well... Kisaki won't be the only one surprised..."

Ruiza bristled, remembering the stubborn gleam in Asagi's eyes that would show up once in awhile. The inner, quiet courage and endurance which no doubt had been attractive to Kisaki...

"I think he has the stamina to reach major," the blond replied shortly. "He just has..."

"Little opportunity," Sin suggested.

"That and little confidence," Shion added unerringly. "He might as well give up now. I don't know what he thinks Kisaki is going to do... but..."

"He's one of a kind," protested Ruiza. "His voice - his looks - you saw him today..." He blushed.

"I think Ruiza-san likes him," whispered Sin in a not-so-whispery voice.

"He does. As always."

"Why?"

"I dunno. You gotta ask Ruiza. But, like Kisaki-san, he goes for the vocalists..."

"That's a shame... Ruiza-san is such a nice guy... even though he's too short really..."

"Ruiza-san won't be such a nice guy if you don't stop talking about him as if he weren't there!!!" huffed the blond guitarist.

-0-0-0-

"A brain wave hit me when I was admiring your costume," Kisaki said, in the stillness of the taxi. "What you need to do is become more confident in your body. It's almost like you hate it..."

Asagi refused to answer and glared out of the taxi window wishing that this exquisite torture was over and that Kisaki would just fuck him hard already. But no, the bassist was droning on about Asagi's psyche as though it were something under a laboratory microscope.

Perhaps it is, Asagi thought incoherently. But... it is none of your business to care. All that you can do is aid my body - my hateful flesh - to betray me yet again. Make these lips beg your name for something that another part of me detests...

" - which is totally incomprehensible," ended Kisaki, his eyes sharpening as he realized that Asagi was no longer paying attention.

His hand crept over and cradled Asagi's groin, feeling the arousal and the restraints through the thick jean pants. Asagi froze, digging his heels into the floor of the taxi - trying not to twist away from Kisaki's touch - while trying not to arch back into his touch. Long fingers clenched the seat edge, knuckles turning white with the stress.

"And it's not like you aren't ready for it," Kisaki smiled. "You can do anything..."

The rest of the taxi ride was completed in a white fog of desperation, pain and desire - which didn't lift until Asagi was being hustled by Kisaki into his apartment. After finding some clothing that he had bought Asagi (stashed way in the back of the man's closet), Kisaki forced Asagi to change clothes. Kisaki himself pulled out his all-nighter bag which he left at Asagi's apartment permanently. Inside, he knew was some appropriate stuff. He grinned to himself - and then paused and then grinned wider.

I'm excited, dammit.

After quickly changing, he looked at Asagi's bedroom door with anticipation. Ten agonizingly long minutes passed until Kisaki's patience ran out. Bursting into Asagi's room, Kisaki glared at the vocalist - then melted with a little bit of...

What is that feeling? He wondered, trying to mull the formless thoughts over in his mind. He's so desirable... fuckable... and yet, so cute... and adorable... and squeeze-able... and pathetic as he hides himself and his assets in his bedroom...

Crossing over to Asagi's bed, Kisaki wrapped his arms around the vocalist's shoulders. The tall man seemed so small and skinny to Kisaki's eyes, sitting there shoulders hunched, shivering slightly - a complete picture of dejected sexiness. When Asagi lifted his woebegone eyes to Kisaki's, the bassist had to steel himself against the desperation and the need (multiplied tenfold) in the vocalist's eyes.

Damn. He's got some massive weapons - and he doesn't even know how to use them... Kisaki shook his head. And a good thing too...

"What's the matter?" Kisaki asked, deciding to go with a gentle approach this time.

It has nothing to do with his eyes, dammit. Nothing... Nope. I am as hard as ice, as...

Asagi sniffled.

Damn...

"Okay... what's wrong. Are the clothes uncomfortable?"

"N-n-not really... but..." Asagi plucked at the sheer shirt. "My belly button is showing and - and it's see-through! I can't go outside like this! I look like a street walker - I probably am - I -"

"No son of mine is leaving his studies before graduating. You are a shame! A freak!"

"You will end up on the street! Worse than working at a department store - you will be selling what little favours you have to offer!"

"Asagi-koi..." Kisaki gently shook Asagi to attention. "Stand up and let me see."

Awkwardly, Asagi rose to his feet, trying to adjust himself a little as rose. The pants were tight to the point of Sinfulness, Kisaki had to admit. He made a mental note to do Asagi up in more leather next time around. Or fur. Something like that...

His eyes travelled over the slim frame - and past the glimpse of skin between the edges of the shirt and the pants. The shirt itself was a nice transparent red - which made the skin and the thin cords beneath glow sensuously. Asagi's blond hair fell down over it - Kisaki wrinkled his nose, imagining it a nice auburn.

That would have been better... but... ah well...

"Well, you're not going to go outside like that," Kisaki murmured.

Asagi looked hopeful.

"But, wearing a coat, nobody will know. The place where we are going - you'll be the most modest sub there."

"Sub?"

"Ahhh... it's an English term for something that you definitely are... But that is neither here nor there... You are beautiful - and desirable - and cute and... well... I'd like to give you the respect your outfit deserves - so that's why we're going to a special place tonight."

"Special place," the vocalist gasped, as Kisaki pulled Asagi toward him and onto his lap awkwardly.

"Special. Place."

"Ah..." Asagi looked uncertain.

As well he should, Kisaki chuckled a little. I'm sure his idea of a special place is a fancy dine place where they serve pasta... Ah! What a little one he is! And his tastes are so particular... but he knows better by now to realize my idea of a special place is vastly different...

Kisaki's lips twitched as Asagi squirmed a little. The tall vocalist obviously had a load of questions - but Kisaki gave no sign of leeway. He wanted Asagi to be on his toes - excited and scared...

It's always such a lovely combination, Kisaki smiled to himself.

"Kisaki-sama seems really happy today," Asagi sighed softly.

"Yes, yes, I am... and you know... you should be proud that you are the only one to make me this happy in a long time."

Asagi didn't know how he was going to take that compliment, but he just nodded and squirmed a little more.

Didn't Kisaki-sama know he was so hard - and ready - that he was sure he was dying slowly by the second?

He tried to stop himself from grinding his aching groin into the bassist's leg.

This is too humiliating...

"Well... we could sit here all night and I could watch you dry hump the bed... but I've got better plans," Kisaki moved Asagi off his lap and stood up himself, knowing that he looked a delectable sight himself in his leather ensemble complete with a rust red tank underneath a highly buckled jacket. "And we need to get on them right now - it's already nine..."

Once Asagi was decently covered by one of his more favoured long coats -

He does have a secret affinity for those, Kisaki thought as he watched Asagi button up the front as if it were some sort of chain mail armour. I think it's some sort of unconscious defence mechanism... Which I need to break him out of... He sighed.

The two men left the small apartment and made their way across Osaka. Kisaki was in a good mood. Another road trip was up ahead, a PV had been made successfully, the costumes were set...

There were some things that he wished he could change - the building feelings of stress and obnoxious fatigue. He'd felt them before - the illness that plagued his life...

But I will enjoy this as much as I can, Kisaki vowed to himself. It has never been this way before...

-0-0-0-

The establishment Asagi entered was unlike anything he had seen before. On the outside, it looked like an innocuous grey office building. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought it was for some sort of second-rate company -

But now I know... Asagi shivered, hyper aware of the fact that Kisaki was sliding his coat off his shoulders. He watched, self-consciousness mounting, as his coat was checked in by a sleek looking clerk. Watching the attractively dressed young man handle their coats, Asagi felt even more aged, tall, gawky... big-nosed... bony...

I'm an ugly duckling for sure... he thought miserably, peering at himself through his bangs in one of the small mirrors that hung at intervals down the hallway. Kisaki says I'm sexiness personified but... His long fingers (that seemed too big and veined to be lovely) plucked at the tight shirt and shibari robes underneath. He patted his blond hair down nervously, suddenly hating the colour. I'll never do full blond dye jobs again, he vowed to himself. Kisaki can just... go to hell... why couldn't we just have streaks?

"He's new, isn't he, Kisaki-sama?" asked the sexy young clerk solicitously as he re-emerged with the cloak tickets.

"Hm... Yes... Rather obvious, I guess..."

"Well... I've see a few that were worse..." The clerk sighed with an air of knowledge. "A few had to be dragged in..." He chuckled. "But they were always slow to leave."

"I hope that is the case with Asagi-kun," Kisaki nodded as he took the tickets and slipped them into his pocket. "He's very..."

The two men watched as Asagi twisted and turned in front of the mirror - a picture of mournful sexiness - plucking at his shirt and adjusting his tight pants in a clearly dissatisfied manner.

"The self-conscious kind..." The clerk smiled understandingly.

"Well, I was going to say special - but he is very adorable in that kind of way...." Kisaki blinked and shook his head, dragging his mind away from Asagi's assets to the issue at hand. The vocalist was looking at the double-door entrance in a longing manner. "Sorry... I gotta go... If I let him alone too long... he might become those kinds you have to drag in bodily..."

With that, Kisaki hustled Asagi off down the hall to the next stop which were the room attendants. Asagi, shoulders still hunched, allowed himself to be shepherded along - feeling the weight in his belly becoming heavier by the minute. Stories of places like these - he averted his eyes as he passed a door open to a large room where two people were busy having sex -

Don't they know the door is open? He wondered. Shouldn't someone shut it? This seems... kinda criminal...

Then he remembered. Stories of places like these included people who had strange and exotic desires. There were stories of exhibitionists who liked to show off, voyeurs who liked to watch... those who wanted to do more than one at a time...

And every step you are taking is bringing you closer to the heart of hell... And you are walking down the hall of your own volition - you could tear away from Kisaki easily - you are around the same height - but you are fascinated... you've always wanted to at least try this kind of thing once...

I have not, Asagi contradicted himself crossly, pouting. I have very normal, straight tastes. It's Kisaki's fault. If he wasn't my boss...

You'd - what - still say 'yes' anyways? Right?

You lie... Asagi's pout increased.

Kisaki's chuckle brought Asagi back to the present sharply. The vocalist blinked at the sight of Kisaki's face breaking into a genuine grin.

"You are cute, little one - even when you pout and mumble to yourself... no matter what you do - you won't be the kind to fade into the wallpaper - that I'll promise you. The clerk thought you were quite adorable. Look at the attendants."

Asagi's eyes rose in shock as he watched two of the attendants before them begin to start giggling again. Discretely. But giggling. At him.

Because he was like a child? Or because of what he was wearing?

Asagi's heart sank - and he made another vow never to darken the doorstep of this establishment again...

But judging by Kisaki-sama's grin... I guess, I'll be a regular customer...

-0-0-0-

The room the two men were ushered into was a nice opulent room with a large bed (enough to fit at least four people comfortably) and several large great chairs (also large enough for two people). There were a few largish mirrors strategically placed and very subtle cameras placed in the corners of the room. Asagi passed over these not really willing to comprehend their significance - and focused instead on something even more interesting.

Kisaki smiled and began to make a few more detailed arrangements - while keeping an eye on his jittery partner. Said jittery partner was circling around the four poster bed (complete with silk canopy) in delight - exclaiming over the lovely decor. Watching his suddenly animated partner's face (temporarily cleared of shame or desire), Kisaki was reminded of what was so attractive about the man in the first place. The child-like wonder of Asagi was infectious... Kisaki had a sudden desire to jump on the bed and pillow fight. Quickly he set up arrangements with the attendants and left them to complete his orders.

"You think it's beautiful, little one?" Kisaki drew Asagi to himself, kissing Asagi on the nape of his neck. He sat back onto the soft mattress that seemed to swallow him in a most inviting manner.

"It's like a dream..." whispered Asagi. "One of my dreams..."

"You've had dreams of this kind of venue?" Kisaki's eyebrows rose in a provoking manner.

"Noooo..." Asagi blushed slowly. "I mean, the bed."

"The bed."

"It has a canopy...." the vocalist sighed. "I love canopies..."

"Seriously..."

"No, really. Although..." Asagi's eye suddenly gained a critical light. "I think purple is tacky. It should be a nice deep red like blood - or pure white making the bed a virginal world -"

Kisaki didn't know to say.

"- where reason and imagination can find perfect unity," Asagi ended on a sigh.

"You," Kisaki dead-panned. "Need to stop thinking so much. Right now."

The bassist ended the conversation quite easily with well-placed touches - reminding Asagi sharply of what his body had been begging for the entire day. His pants were now more than uncomfortably tight - and the restraints surrounding his cock and balls were beyond pleasure now. The only thing from driving him completely crazy was the knowledge that he was in the right place for Kisaki now. His torment would be over soon... Asagi ground his groin eagerly into Kisaki's leg, moaning - knowing that his throaty voice was turning the half-erect bassist on even more.

"You've been good all day, haven't you?" whispered Kisaki sensuously.

"Yes, Kisaki-sama," Asagi panted.

"And you get full points for that... setting aside those pouts..."

"Ki-kisaki-sama..."

"And... the inordinate amount of time you spent in your room tonight preparing... and your pointless discussions on canopies..."

"I... I..."

Asagi gasped as he found himself flat on his back on the bed quite suddenly - being kissed senseless by Kisaki. As the bassist's tongue wet the thin sheer material of Asagi's shirt - causing his nipples to harden painfully, Asagi moaned.

"I... I..." he tried again. "... like canopies..."

"As much me?" Kisaki asked wickedly as he tugged down the edge of Asagi's dangerously low-riding pants to nip Asagi's pale hip.

"N-n-not fair..." panted Asagi, arching up to grind into Kisaki's equally aroused body.

"Well... we'll see about your decision after tonight."

"Ah... that's -"

Asagi paused suddenly as something caught his eye. He struggled to sit up - and Kisaki pulled back and looked over - following Asagi's stricken gaze. In one of the great chairs, a man of indeterminate age was watching them with great interest. Asagi couldn't tell his height or anything - his only impression before he gazed at Kisaki (feeling betrayed) was that the newcomer had short, spiky hair and a very pretty face.

"It's okay, little one," Kisaki said with amusement watching as Asagi tried to keep his horror at bay. He kissed the vocalist's neck, and chuckled darkly as Asagi unwillingly had to lean back, offering his neck even more to Kisaki's tongue and lips. "He's not going to touch you at all..."

"B-bu-but... He-He's watching..."

"Of course... this is what I've been feeling is needed. Your training won't be completed otherwise. You are beautiful - and the others should know this too."

Asagi opened his mouth to reply that he could be sexy AND modest at the same time - but after Kisaki's look - he shut his mouth and subsided.

"What are we to call you?" asked Kisaki coolly, turning to the other man.

"Magnum will suffice," smiled the voyeur softly. "And you can assure your partner that he is delightful."

"See," the bassist smirked. "He agrees."

Asagi looked trapped and shifted, trying to get up - but Kisaki's hands caught Asagi's and pinned them behind the vocalist onto the bedspread. Looking down into Asagi's mildly panicked eyes and noticing his trembling lips, Kisaki sighed. The man was just too delectable for words. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the man was sitting back comfortably, hand on his pants - obviously turned off by Asagi's sweet voice and attempt at modesty.

"Yes. But only his eyes will touch you... now..." Kisaki glanced at the voyeur. "I want you to undress for me."

Asagi tried to twist away - but Kisaki's grip became hard and sharp pains shot down Asagi's arms. The vocalist eased back gasping a little, tears leaking at the edges of his eyes.

"Now, do you want to embarrass me, little one?" Kisaki's voice held just a little bit of warning.

The voyeur's lips twitched as Asagi shook his head.

"Okay. Now... undress. I don't expect much of a show out of you - but -"

With that, Kisaki let Asagi go. The vocalist, after a moment, slipped off the bed - unaware of the voyeur's raised eyebrows at the sight of his slender, tall frame.

No doubt, he would have interpreted the look as dislike, Kisaki thought, amused. Good thing he's more focused on his undressing...

Asagi slid his shirt off his head, letting his blond hair fall down over his pale shoulders. After a small moment of waffling, his trembling fingers undid the buttons of his low-riding pants. Both Kisaki and Magnum leaned forward to watch as the black pants slid down revealing pale hips and thighs delightfully bare except for the red cording which threaded around in one of Kisaki's intricate designs. Magnum sighed and undid his own pants as his cock began to swell uncomfortably at the sight of Asagi's own painfully sustained arousal.

Stepping out of the pool of his pants, Asagi bent forward stiffly to slip off his shoes and favourite black silk socks. Just the action of bending made him whimper painfully as the beads inside him shifted pleasurably. When he raised his eyes, Asagi blinked with surprise to find that Kisaki was already beginning to undress.

"Get on the bed, little one," prompted Kisaki gently, knowing that Asagi was more like a rabbit or a scared kitten than his normal serene and controlled self. "Watch and see how Magnum is delighted by you and your own gaze."

Asagi obeyed quickly and knelt in nervous tension on the soft mattress - his dark eyes peering out at Magnum from under his long bangs. The man was reclined bonelessly in the chair, his cock growing visibly under Asagi's curious gaze. In return, the vocalist's face gained a shy blush as he realized that Kisaki was right. He didn't see how he was doing it - but just by looking...

Magnum's cock twitched and Asagi jumped a little - but Kisaki's familiar touch calmed him down a little. Kisaki's lips followed his hands - and soon Asagi was on his back moaning and squirming. Kisaki hummed and released Asagi's erection, enjoying the vocalist's unthinking reaction. Asagi's kisses were tentative - Magnum's eyes weren't totally forgotten - but the vocalist's responses were more honest now.

As their tongues met, Kisaki could taste the faint smell of rose tea which Asagi loved to drink. Asagi's teeth nibbled the edges of Kisaki's lips causing the man to groan with heavy desire - his erection now stabbing into Asagi's thigh.

Magnum's hands were moving now over his cock, cradling his balls and stroking his aroused member. The voyeur was silent - but his eyes were glued to Asagi, as the vocalist for Syndrome whimpered and moaned incoherently under Kisaki's touches.

"What do you want, little one?" asked Kisaki.

"Pl-please, Kisaki-sama," Asagi whispered, face red.

"I'm not hearing it..."

Without warning, Kisaki pulled Asagi up. Without warning, the vocalist found himself on his knees straddling the bassist.

"Nothing will happen until I hear it," warned Kisaki slowly.

His hands trailed a cold path down to Asagi's warm buttocks, spreading him teasingly Magnum's sharp breath reminded Asagi sharply of how he looked - but it was too late. His ass was on display and Kisaki was pulling on the red cord - distressingly slow. Groaning, Asagi buried his face, which was burning red with embarrassment, as Kisaki teasingly and tormentingly removed the anal beads. It was as if his drug had been taken away. Where there had once been a pleasing fire - there was only...

Asagi whimpered as Kisaki slid two of his fingers in - followed by a third. It was uncomfortable - as uncomfortable as Magnum's heated gaze. Asagi didn't know what was worse - watching the man watching him - or having his back turned while the man watched while Kisaki finger-fucked him. And Kisaki was showing no mercy.

His mind no longer seemed to be his own - now totally at the beck and call of Kisaki's fingers. Reduced to a puddle of goo, Asagi's body responded instinctively as his prostrate was coaxed into a new world of sensitivity and pain.

I am nothing but a puppet, Asagi thought incoherently. I just need to say those words. For Kisaki...

"What did you say?" asked Kisaki leaning forward, winking at Magnum who was now barely coherent himself.

"Ple-please Kisaki-sa-sama..." panted Asagi, his voice light and high with desperation. "I ne-need this... pl-please..."

"Just say it, little one. You are doing so well. Two words... Fuck me. I'm sure your English will suffice."

"Kisa-kisaki-sama..." begged Asagi in desperation as Kisaki's fingers slowly withdrew. "Please...' he whispered, tears beginning to pour as he released how much he meant it.

And in front of Magnum-sama no less....

"Please... fu-fuck me..." The words burned his lips as if coal were laid upon them.

"I think you need to say that a little louder..." Kisaki suggested kindly, pinching Asagi's nipples and watching the man arch under his touches. The vocalist was so sensitive by now.

His stamina is amazing... Kisaki shook his head. But he's learning even his own limits.

"Please!" begged Asagi louder now, he tugged on Kisaki's hands in desperation, his eyes unseeing with the white fury of lust. "Fu-fuck me."

Well... Kisaki tipped his head critically, as he kissed Asagi softly, enjoying the hungry response fuelled by Asagi's desire. He'll probably never be able to say it perfectly... but it was loud enough...

With a nod to Magnum, Kisaki flipped Asagi over, spreading the vocalist's legs. Pulling lightly on the back knot, Kisaki slipped the red cording off. Lubing Asagi and himself, Kisaki eased his throbbing erection into Asagi's tight, but ready entrance. He took his time. He knew that Magnum was now more than ready - judging by the pre-cum leaking from the man's large, red cock, but Asagi was Kisaki's first priority.

Enjoying the warmth of Asagi, Kisaki kissed the vocalist's neck, whispering little words of encouragement to the man. Asagi responded, raising his head a little to watch Magnum stroke himself, obviously turned on by the display of Kisaki's arousal buried in Asagi's ass. Kisaki withdrew and then buried himself in Asagi again. Asagi responded eagerly, grinding back up against the bassist. Between them, the rhythm was set - fast and passionate. Kisaki's fingers tightened around Asagi's cock as his arousal began to climax.

The cock ring slipped off to be replaced by Kisaki's caressing fingers - bringing Asagi to his long-awaited orgasm. Kisaki followed quickly after - as Asagi involuntary clenched around his cock - giving the bassist the most exquisite pleasure he had in a long time. Kisaki, when he came back to his senses, on top of Asagi, watched as Magnum finally shuddered to his own climax.

For a moment, the room was only filled with heavy panting and gasps. Kisaki shifted off of Asagi and turned the silent man over. Asagi's face was red and sweaty from the exertion - but his eyes were still adorably dazed from the afterglow of his orgasm. Kisaki's lips quirked at the sight of Asagi's still aroused cock.

"You enjoyed that, little one - and you're still ready for more..."

"Ah..." Asagi stirred a little.

Kisaki watched as the vocalist's face stilled with the realization that he was sprawled naked before his lover - still sticky from his own cum. And there as Magnum watching too. Magnum - who was calmly cleaning himself off with a ready napkin.

Easing himself away, Kisaki watched Asagi prop himself up on his elbows - and then flop back, arm over his eyes - face now red with shame. After a moment, the vocalist for Syndrome sighed. Kisaki cleaned himself off and pulled his pants back on and found a seat next to Magnum.

"He's a beauty," Magnum said, ruffling his short, spiky brown hair with a satiated sigh.

Kisaki eyed him thoughtfully.

"You're from our circles," he stated softly, as Asagi rolled over - obviously still discomfited by his erection.

"Hmmm..." Magnum shrugged. "Yeah..."

"Don't worry. Discretion is our name, and perversion the game."

"Glad to hear."

"He's good for another one, I think..."

"His stamina is..." Magnum trailed off.

"All day," Kisaki said smugly. "He's one in a million."

"I can see that," Magnum replied simply.

"Little one," Kisaki shifted a little to stroke his cock. "We can both see that you are far from satiated... so... find my favourite toy in the bag and let's see what kind of show you can put on for Magnum-sama and I."

Asagi rolled over and sat up - his face scrunching up in sudden pain from his backside - and then dissolved in horror as Kisaki's words sank in. Magnum made a sound somewhere between a snort and a giggle. Kisaki gave Asagi the LOOK - which had Asagi scuttling for the bag and the toy in question.

It was a plain vibrator - to the eye - nothing to write home about. But Asagi knew better. For a moment, Asagi didn't seem to know what to do with it. He glanced at Kisaki - as if expecting the man to pull out an instruction guide.

Kisaki smiled indulgently.

"You can do it any way you like, little one."

He sat back and watched with curiosity as Asagi moved, froze and then stopped to think. The vocalist's forehead wrinkled adorably as he thought deeply about how to go about it.

"I rarely think that newbies are cute," Magnum said softly, watching as Asagi fussed over the pillow arrangement. "But he takes the cake..."

"Oh yeah..." Kisaki smiled, stroking himself softly in anticipation of Asagi's small 'show'. "His sense of modesty is really charming. I'm interested in what position he'll go for..."

The two men watched as Asagi glanced at them nervously - as if waiting for Kisaki to call him back and tell him it was a joke and that he could go home. But Kisaki sat there and waited - eyebrow raised.

No such luck, Asagi, the vocalist thought to himself. You're going do this - and you're going to enjoy it...

Crawling onto the bed, Asagi shifted onto his hands and knees - eyes glaring at the headboard as he spread his legs for his audience. He could hear a murmur of approval as he slowly spread himself. Inserting the vibrator slowly, Asagi moaned softly into the pillows - ears turning red at the sound of his own voice betraying his want. When it was fully inserted, he shifted a little - allowing himself to touch his more than ready erection.

"No touching until I say so," Kisaki said rather roughly, his hand tightening around his cock. "Turn the vibrator on."

Asagi whimpered a little as he obeyed - his body instinctively digging into the pillows and soft mattress as the vibrator massaged that spot which turned his brain into mush and his body into a warm melty mass of honey. Leaking pre-cum, Asagi's erection begged to be fondled - hard, red and swollen it dug painfully into the mattress. He rubbed himself against the sheets in time with the sharp spikes of intense arousal created by the vibrations.

"Now..." Kisaki whispered. "... you can touch your cock..."

Kisaki's fingernails expertly scraped along his sensitive length, flicking his head and massaging his balls. The two men lounged back in the decadent chair, legs splayed as they watched Asagi stroke himself awkwardly while keeping his ass in full sight.

Magnum's hand was moving hard and fast, groaning as Asagi whimpered Kisaki's name. Syndrome's blond vocalist climaxed easily - and Asagi took his time to finish it - wringing every ounce of desire out of his body. He collapsed bonelessly and lay there in a daze, unaware of the other two males' activities behind him.

When Kisaki found enough strength enough to walk, he cleaned himself up and buttoned up his pants. The evening was over, as far as he was concerned. Kisaki was sure it would take Asagi a long time to come down from the prolonged state of arousal that he had been in all day. Even though the vocalist was satiated - it was only a matter of time and touch for him to be aroused again. Carefully removing the vibrator and cleaning his favourite toy off, Kisaki finished dressing and packed up.

"Going home early?" Magnum asked, zipping up his pants.

"Yeah... I don't want to overload him either..." Kisaki nodded at Asagi who lay on the bed - as still as a dead man. "They are more delicate when they are new at this..."

Magnum stopped as Asagi stopped imitating a corpse and got up rather jerkily. His eyes were hot with shame, fury and fear - but then, the vocalist turned away and bit his lip, shoulders hunching. Kisaki laughed and tossed Asagi's shirt at his head.

"You can speak your mind, little one," he said softly. "You deserve it - after tonight."

Asagi clutched the shirt and glared at the men who now stood over the bed and were looking down on him like he was the front cover of some sort of porn magazine.

Which I could probably model for right about now, he thought miserably.

"He really is cute with his delicate modesty..." Magnum was chuckling dryly. "I remember when I was young and naive."

"Asagi-san is actually older than he looks," Kisaki said with a smile. "But he is a little one, nevertheless."

"I am not delicate or little," Asagi huffed indignantly, then he blushed.

"No, you are not," Magnum smiled. "But, you still have a lot to learn. Ah well."

"Get dressed, Asagi," Kisaki sighed. "And clean up. I see you still forget those little details but they are still important..."

Asagi drew himself and looked Kisaki square in the air and replied with an air of dignity. "I'm doing it on my own time... I - I'd just like a little bit of privacy..."

He paused as he realized his mistake - too soon. The other two laughed heartily.

"Fine," Magnum laughed and added kindly. "I will turn my back."

"Just hurry, Asagi," Kisaki said and he turned to Magnum.

Ignoring the two men, Asagi glared at his clothes - hating them, hating the men, hating his own desires, hating the establishment, hating the room... hating the bed...

Well... maybe not the bed. That was the best thing about the whole deal... The mattress was so nice and soft... and the canopy had so many ruffles...

Asagi pulled the shirt over his head, deep in thought.

It's just like in your dreams - except for the purple... My dreams... Asagi's chest grew tight at the thought. In his dreams, for as long as he could remember, he owned beautiful things. Things that you would see in a castle. Roses and canopies. Wood furniture and matching home decor...

"That is nonsense," his father had rolled his eyes when his young son had talked about getting a canopy bed for a New Years gift. "Boys don't want silly things like that. And you are a boy, Asagi."

There had come a day when he had walked out. When he had made the decision to live his life fully and take the risks as they came. That was the day he had left his schooling half-completed. Even though his teachers had said he had potential - there had been that small rebellious spark in him that asked 'what if'.

What if my voice could reach out to others?

And so he had gone to Tokyo - and then to Osaka -

And here he was - under a canopy bed - and yet, still so far from his dreams - white canopy bed, major label band and all.

What would Father think?

He sighed, any pleasure from the evening leaking out of him. Asagi finished cleaning himself up, and, sliding on his pants, socks and shoes, he wondered how it had come to this. To be here... like this...

"You shouldn't think so hard," Magnum said with a smile.

Asagi jerked to attention as he realized that both men were watching him. Kisaki had his bag in hand - and was obviously waiting for him.

"That's what I keep telling him..." Kisaki sighed. "He never listens..."

"It's what makes me me," Asagi said primly, now feeling a little more confident with his clothes on (although the definition of clothes was still in his opinion a stretch).

"You could say that," Magnum smiled.

All three men drifted out the room together, as if they didn't want to be parted too soon.

I guess, in the cold light of day, Asagi thought. This whole thing seems more like what it really is. Sordid and disgusting. Only in this other-world is it admissible...

Asagi bent down to stare at the plain cards that were stacked neatly in a black holder on the clerk's counter. On the front, it only said "Paradise". On the back was a number and address printed in small but smart looking font.

Paradise... huh? More like... hell... but... I guess... for some...

"Well, you were great, kiddo."

Asagi looked up as Magnum reached forward and gentle ruffled his hair in a brotherly fashion. He smiled back and trailed after Magnum, reaching the coat clerk in no time. Magnum turned to them with a smile.

""Good luck, Kisaki-san. I look forward to seeing you around, Asagi-kun. See you later, everyone. Thanks for the fun!"

The two band mates of Syndrome watched as their anonymous voyeur walked away - fully relaxed and cheerful. A beautiful creature, stepping through the entrance, paused at the sight of Magnum.

"I thought this establishment was for men?" Asagi blinked.

"That... is a man..."

"That isn't..." Asagi gasped, turning beet red, wanting to claw his way through the carpeted floor of Paradise.

"That is..." Kisaki replied easily, pushing a clearly wide-eyed Asagi onward. "This place is kinda famous for our kind..."

Asagi tried not to eavesdrop - but Kisaki was listening in, unashamedly.

"I see your tastes haven't changed for the worse in this area..." the beautiful creature said softly.

"Well... I've been moving up," Magnum replied smugly, eyeing Asagi.

The beautiful goddess, better known as Mana, shifted his lethal gaze over to Kisaki who merely stared back unfazed - and then to Asagi, who dropped his eyes instantly, cheeks flushing a little. Everyone could see Mana's response to Magnum without hearing the words: Hardly.

Mana passed by, followed by his meek vocalist. Asagi felt a pang of empathy - he was quite sure that Mana-sama would be furious - and the night would not go easy on the Malice Mizer vocalist. He understood how he must look. It was devastating to think on.

And it's true... he thought miserably. I could hardly be a replacement for Mana-sama.

"Don't take his words too heavily," Magnum smiled, tapping Asagi's cheek. The shorter grinned up at the taller vocalist. "You were brilliant."

Asagi gave him a small nod and a small smile. Kisaki let his breath go. Together the men left the building and then separated for the night.

"What an evening, huh, Asagi? You had major brushes with fame today... Well, it's not like you can write home about it - but it's still really amazing, isn't it?" Kisaki got in the taxi and gave directions for his apartment.

"Perhaps," Asagi replied uncertainly, remembering Magnum's heated glances and Mana-sama's derisive glance.

"Hm..."

Kisaki didn't invite Asagi in - for which Asagi was thankful. He had many things to think over - many things to order in his head - the experiences he had to consider - the memories he had to stash further back in his mind so he would never remember...

It wasn't until three in the morning - when he woke up randomly from a dream that nearly became a nightmare (in which he was singing karaoke naked for Mana-sama and Kisaki) - that he realized who Magnum-sama was.

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