Midnight Butterfly

DEAD AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh my lord! I hadn't realized it had been so long since I updated this. But I've been so stuck on it it's unreal. I got most of these ideas from one of my LJ friends, so you can thank her for that if you likey. Man, I know some of you were getting worried that I'd never finish this! Frankly so was I! I refuse to let a fic go unfinished but I damn near gave up on it. Only some desperate IMs and comments made me resolve to get on the ball before they died of worry. lol. So here is the last chapter to this story. I realize it's not my best work, but it will have to do. Especially since I finished it up at 2 in the morning! Well 2:14 to be precise, and my brain isn't quite functioning as it should. Even to write Kyo porn, which is my favorite thing in the world. I'm rambling....::sigh:: So just be warned, it's not incredibly well done, there's prolly tons of mistakes, flaws what have you. But if even one of you is satisfied I will have done my job. Now I am off to bed. ::love and kisses!!::




Kyo sagged against the wall. That had gone better than he expected. He had suddenly appreciated his mother like never before. Had he told his father he was sure he would've been nursing bumps and bruises in the bathroom, watching despondantly as Kaoru bandaged him in a rage. Really, he hadn't even wanted to tell her, but what could he do? There was no other way to explain what she had seen that sounded legitamate.
"Kyo?"
His eyes snapped open, and he realized that Kaoru had been standing by his side, leaning a heavy shoulder against the wall. How long had he been there was uncertain. Either way, he didn't care. Not in the mood to trace back all those minutes, pull out his mental abacus and get to counting. And he had only vaguely heard the guitarist's voice say anything, not even realizing that it had been his name.
He walked past him, past Kaoru but the guitarist's hand shot out to grab his own and Kyo stared down at the place where Kaoru's fingers wound around his wrist and he simply wilted in his step and let him pull him back.
"I can't believe I told her that..." he said quietly.
Kaoru said nothing, but he had understood what Kyo meant. It was obvious what they had talked about. He had even been debating with Toshiya whether Kyo would come right out and say it or give her some lame excuse. And bemusedly he pictured Kyo sitting on the bed, facing the small but intimidating woman, explaining how Toshiya had been sticking his tongue out and, losing his balance, he toppled over and the appendage just fell into her son's mouth by accident. The audacity of it was that Kyo would actually try such and obvious excuse if it meant getting the proverbial monkey off his back. The bet, he appeared to have won, even though the victory was rather small-minded.
"You think she's angry?" Kaoru asked.
Kyo shook his head. "She's ok. I'm just happy that it's done."
"You don't look very happy."
Kyo shrugged. "I don't feel like smiling."
"Do you want to go home?"
"No....it's already late. We can leave tomorrow...."
Kaoru nodded.

"Well that was a short visit." Kyo's mother stood in the doorway.
"Ah, Gomen ne mama....I think it'd be better though."
She nodded.
"I won't tell your father till after you leave. I think it'll be better that way. Give him time to adjust. He's not going to be happy."
Kyo sighed deeply. "I know...he's going to be pissed..."
"Let me handle him. This isn't the easiest thing for a parent to take you know? And your father is very traditional..."
"Yeah, I know..."
Nishimura-san waved him away. "He's still mad because of your outburst you know. Maybe you boys should stay up here awhile and behave yourselves."
There was a collective nod.
Toshiya came from behind and draped himself over Kaoru's shoulders, in one hand was a few videos in brightly colored cases. "Don't worry. We'll be good. I found some awesome anime in there. I didn't know he had all these, it's like a treasure trove!!!"
Toshiya smiled innocently. "Is there popcorn? We should definetly have popcorn! So is there?"
"Yes, dear. In the cabinet. Oh there might be some icecream in the freezer. Help yourselves."
Toshiya jumped the stairs in big gallops, squealing all the way down.
Kaoru sighed. "You have no idea how happy you made him...no idea..."

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The blonde sat on the little black leather couch that took up a good side of the room and brushed his hair back away from his face. This had been his room, his posters still littered the walls, his random collections of things that he had left behind were still heaped around, though neatly sorted and alphabetized. His mother's doing most likely. Yes, it was his room, but he still felt like a stranger in it. The cleanliness of it near to freaking him out. The only thing that constituted a mess was the gigantic pile of junkfood Toshiya had horded on the little table.
Words couldn't express how glad he was that he didn't have to explain himself anymore. His mother would tell his father, which was good because he didn't want to be in the house when that happened. Understandably, he would be upset. He really couldn't blame him. If he had a son who didn't listen to a word he said, then ran off to go be gay in Tokyo...yeah, he'd probably kill the little bastard as well. "I'm not gay though" he corrected himself.
The movement of the cushion next to him stirred him from his thoughts. Toshiya was smiling at him, offering him a choice between what looked like two videos. "Ne ne, Kyoooo, which one first?"
Kyo dug around in his pocket for his cigs and after lighting one, threw the pack on the table. "Are we really going to watch those?"
Toshiya's face dropped. "Yeah...whynot? Shouldn't we?"
"After what happened last time I let you put a movie in I'm not so sure it would be a wise decision."
Kaoru looked puzzled. "What happened last time?" he asked as he sat beside the two.
Kyo frowned. "He rubbed his junk on me. Scared me shitless."
Kaoru busted out laughing.
"Hey, oyaji, not funny. I hadn't given the clear to be molested by any dude and then he just up and puts his naked wang on me. Wouldn't that freak you out?"
"It sure as hell turned you on!" spat Toshiya.
"No fair. I was turned on before you got to dry humping me." Kyo explained. "My sense of reason was already thrown to the wind. You could've dressed like a chinese hooker and drawn happy faces on me with your sperm and I wouldn't have cared. But after the fact...I find it disturbing."
Toshiya giggled. Kyo smacked his knee. "Stop laughing and pass me a twinkie!"
Reaching for the box, he held it away from Kyo and firmly shook his head. "No way. These are mine. You're gonna be all cynical...you can't have any!"
Kyo's face creased mercilessly. "Bullshit! Give me a damn twinkie!"
Toshiya snatched a package from the box and hurled it at Kyo's head. It hit with a dull thump.

Kaoru shook his head at the childish display and picked up one of the tapes Toshiya had lain on the couch. "I didn't know you had AKira..." he said.
Kyo nodded. "Yeah, and the whole Demon City line too. See?" he pointed to shelf on the back wall. "I got wicked city...and demon city shinjuku...oh man, my voltron series!"
"Hold it fanboy" he glared at Kyo. "One thing at a time. Let's watch this. Masterpieces first, Mechs later."
"Holy shiiiit, Gundam boy is telling me to hold off on Mechs? What is the world coming to?"
"Just shut up. I haven't seen this in awhile." he said, waving the vhs around. Kyo just smirked and shoved the finally unwrapped twinkie in his mouth.
When they finally settled in to watching the movie it didn't take long for Kyo to drift off. It was nearing one and he was emotionally drained from all that had occured that day. He fell asleep, leaning a heavy shoulder against Kaoru.



Sometime later the dull sounds of people talking came tiptoing into his consciousness, too unfamiliar and satirical to be anyone real. His eyes batted against the questing light. Not real light, he noticed. It changed far too often, drifting in shades of varying hues and intensities. Was the tv on? Had he been dreaming?
"k'so" he muttered lowly, his voice cracking tiredly.
On the face of it, he could only wonder, because his eyes could get no wider than a miniscule slat of bluriness that could only read the lights and shadows and harsh tints that assaulted his retinas, and so they would invariably drift shut again. Not strong enough to face the battle for even a second.
He realized that his fingers had gone numb sometime during his nap, and his legs had more or less fallen asleep completely, making even the slightest movement feel as though he were leg pressing three hundred, painful pounds, complete with a sharp quiver that ran up his nerves like cold fire. The one thing he -could- feel however was a slow throb in between his legs. With every breathe the sensation seemed to shoot up from his groin to his spine in a terrible electric jolt. Of course he was hard, he had an amazingly wet dream about his two lovers. His first instinct was to move his hand to cover it and hope that would calm the pulse, but the only part of his hand he could move at all was his thumb and he didn't figure that to be terribly useful in the matter. Especially if he couldn't transport it to the area that best deserved it.
He had begun to drift off once again when he felt something tug at his pants. He assumed it had been himself. If he couldn't feel his hands, how could he know what they were doing, right? Maybe they had decided to curb his lust without notifying the rest of his body. It wouldn't have been the first time it had happened for sure. He couldn't count how many times he'd masturabted in his sleep, completely unaware, only to find his dick in hand the next morning and dirty sheets. Most usually it was because he had fallen asleep watching a porno. Something with beautiful visuals and no cheesy plotline. He especially liked any series where the women were dressed in traditional robes. There was something so seductive about sliding a kimono off a small and curvacious body...
So the newfound nakedness of his lower half didn't really surprise him. The wet mouth, however, did. A small choked noise found its way out of his throat as his erection was guided and engulfed, the agressor's tongue moving sweetly against the vein underneath.
As soon as it had swallowed him whole it retreated every bit as abruptly, the mouth was removed and something cold and sticky was being poured all along his arousal. The clammy feeling made him attempt to shift uncomfortably in his seat, but his tired muscles wouldn't allow it. Calloused fingers slid the substance around the shaft, then fled and were pressed discreetly to his lips. Mechanically, he parted his mouth to let them enter, moaning when he realized what the substance was as it sat, luke warm, on his tongue and all along the deliciously rough fingers: chocolate syrup.
While he busied himself with the digits in his mouth, satisfied, at least, that he had full use of his tongue, a ghosting breath returned below and a wet muscle muscle began lapping at the mess that coated his length. He could feel his breath hitch in chaotic swing, and the thing between his legs hammered out its own heavy heartbeat inside the other's mouth as it was once again prostrated without any shred of mercy. Kyo's piteous gasps enough of a validation for his assailant to know that he was enjoying himself to the fullest.
Kaoru smiled best he could with the toy in his mouth, savoring the heady mixture of salt, sweat and chocolate that dripped off Kyo's cock in spades. Kyo was enormously hard to swallow down for his size, so he head to compensate by moving his hand on any shred of the appendage that wasn't deep in his throat. Not that Kyo was complaining.
He threw his eyes toward the bassist who sat beside Kyo on the couch. His long fingers were drivin inside his pajama pants, the childish cotton print moving with every slow stroke he made on himself as he watched his love pleasure his obsession. If Kaoru could have created a proper smirk to annex to his total expression he damn well would have.
The whole thing had come up completely out of the blue. For a half hour Kyo had slumbered peacefully in his place, but once he had moaned Kaoru's name in his sleep the effectiveness of keeping his eyes on the film had been thoroughly forsaken. THere wasn't a stitch of matter in him that could contest Kyo's sultry voice and when it had broken the air he had all but been brought to full attention in his lower extremeties.
The vocalist was completely unaware of the effect he was instilling, having been slumped against himself on the middle cushion. Precious dreaming had overtaken his tense body and there lay quite the substantial bulge to attest to the subject of his fantasies. Kaoru had no doubt what he was dreaming about.
For reasons that only lust could explain, he had immediately dropped off the couch and onto his knees, pulling the vocalist's zipper down as softly as he could manage, and he had wasted no time in stealing the newly released erection away into his mouth. The bassist had watched in utter amazement, but his sudden desire had forced him to attend his mounting lust and worry about the guitarist's reasons later.
Really, Kaoru couldn't believe his actions himself. There they were in a house, not owned by Kyo himself, but by Kyo's parents, who were -- guessing by the red LEDs on the alarm clock-- asleep and unassuming. And there he was, just up stairs, sucking on their son's hard-on like it was a chocolate popsicle. But ever since their steamy sexcapade in the shower he couldn't get the image of a nude Kyo out of his mind.
He had alluded to the fact earlier in the kitchen, but had made up his mind not to act on his desires, then or anytime in that house, however as soon as he heard the vocalist call his name in his sleep the dam broke along with the promise he had made to himself and his waning code of morality. If the vocalist wanted him, as his protector, he considered himself honor bound to oblige.
Presently, his lips slid up and down the supple flesh, moaning on the intake, the dressing of chocolate already completely washed away by his saliva. The feeling was leisurely returning to Kyo's sleeping fingers and he sunk them into the leather below, his nails scratching the surface as his throat issued forth a deep whorish groan of appreciation. Finally, he managed to wrench his eyes open and hazily, they focused on the tv that lay before him. Mindlessly his throat eeked out small noises and pants as his lover worked him below.
On the television there was a typical infusion of cartoonish noise and mechs a plenty. Voltron must have made it's way into the VCR. Slowly he turned his eyes toward his groin. Kaoru was moving up and down his cock, every slight pressure like electric bliss to Kyo's body. The vocalist brought his hand up to thread into his lover's hair, encouraging him to continue. After a moment Kaoru pulled back and slid up the couch till his body was pressed against Kyo, resting comfortably in between his parted legs. Kyo opened his mouth in a wide gasp as his tender erection was sandwiched between their bodies and Kaoru took the opportunity to plunder his mouth.
"Oh no." said Kaoru when he finally broke the kiss. "See what we've done?"
Kaoru's rough hand nudged Kyo's head towards the bassist beside him. Toshiya was staring at them like he was starving, one hand inside his pants, the fingers on the other tracing along his lips as his elbow was propped up on the arm of the couch. He made a face.
"Don't stop on my account."
"Did that turn you on?"
"What do you think?" he asked, pulling down the front of his pants to let the two sneak a peak at his own hard-on. Kaoru reached for it, rubbing his thumb hard on the tip until the bassist whimpered in desperation.
Kyo's brain was unable to process the scene before him. His blood flow was too restricted to demand an explanation as to why Kaoru had been sucking him off, or why Toshiya had moments ago been masturbating beside him without good reason. He didn't remember making out with them, or even being horny until his dream. All he remembered was something was supposed to be happening with the watching of the television and the eating of the snacks, respectively. But nothing, as he could figure, would instill sexual gratification. Not that he was about to argue. If Kaoru wanted to fondle his dick, especially after a dream like he had had, he'd be damned if he stopped him. More power to him infact. Let his dick be owned.
He did pause to notice just how incredible Toshiya looked when he was excited though.
"Awake?" one of them asked, the voice wasn't clear to him, but since Toshiya was busy forming incoherent words as Kaoru stroked him, he could only assume it had been the band leader.
Kyo blinked his eyes, sighing deeply at the erotic sight before him. "I am now. At least...I think..."
"Good." Kaoru smiled devilishly. "I have plans for you."
"yeah...ok." Kyo paused. "Question though..."
Kaoru waited, lifting an eyebrow.
"Can I do that?" He pointed childishly at the hand Kaoru had wrapped around Toshiya.
An airy laugh rang through the room. "Hai hai. Knock yourself out." The older man let go of his captive and Toshiya frowned when the singer hadn't replaced it with his own. Instead he opened his eyes to find Kyo rummaging through the snacks on the table.
"Kyo?"
The vocalist pulled off Toshiya's shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor, then he lifted the bassist's hips and did the same with the pants.
"Close your eyes. And don't panic."
Toshiya looked horrified for one second but cautiously did as he was told.
Something was being opened and within seconds he felt an intensely cold substance fell on his rigid nipples. He cringed. "SAMUI!"
Somewhere beside him Kaoru laughed.
"Calm down and be a good boy." Kyo teased.
Toshiya cried out again when the same coldness was dropped into his belly button. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Making me a sunday, what the fuck do you think?"
The bassist silently prayed that the icecream wouldn't come anywhere near his erection, and when Kyo generously squeezed the bottle of syrup over the length he muttered a silent 'thank you' to whatever god was watching over him.
Kyo smiled as he looked at the zombie happy face he'd just drawn on the bassist's torso, quite pleased with his artistic skills, even if the ice cream was a less than forgiving tool. He rummaged around the table and placed a few chocolate covered cherries on top of the ice cream that clung to his nipples, and laughed.
Kaoru snickered. "What on earth is that?"
Kyo shrugged. "You can't have a zombie without bloodshot eyes! For christ's sake, Kaoru, everyone knows that."
Toshiya groaned and moved to open his eyes. "What have you done to me?"
"No! No peeking" Kyo covered his eyes with his hand. "Just lay there and enjoy."
"I don't think I ca...." His interjection turned into a lust laden plea when Kyo licked at a cherry, sucking it in his mouth with a slurping noise. The remaining fruit recieved the same treatment before Kyo bent to lap at the ice cream 'eyes'. Toshiya moved his hands all along Kyo's back, pushing them into the collar of his shirt to feel the skin and muscle.
By the time Kyo had gotten to his belly button, the bassist was writhing beneath him. The combination of heat and ice effectively overloading his senses. Kyo stabbed his tongue into Toshiya's navel, determined to get every trace of him clean. Kyo was vaguely aware of Kaoru sliding off his pants and Kyo helped by attempting to kick them off like a child nearly getting Kaoru in the face. Once they were gone the guitarist pulled Kyo's arms out of the holes in the shirt and gently pulled it off his head making his blonde hair puff out with static electricity.
Kyo squeezed the sopping tip of Toshiya's erection, calling out a clear drop of fluid as the bassist gasped out his pleasure. When he was satisfied with the mess of an organ he took it into his mouth, moaning as he went up and down the pulsing object, loving the mix of sugar and salt as the syrup filled his mouth.
Kyo's body rose up of its own accord to make this new position more comfortable. Beside them, Kaoru had already removed his clothing and was jerking himself as he watched. Whenever Kyo sped up his ministrations Kaoru mimicked inattentively.
The band leader was transfixed by the slow swollen pulse of the organ between Kyo's thighs. THe vocalist was huge. He really hadn't taken much time to observe the night before, but now he wondered how the vocalist had ever fit inside him at all. He licked his lips and crawled over, wrapping his hand around Kyo's tantalizing cock. Kyo moaned, raising his hips for better access and his legs slid further apart in the process., presenting the guitarist with a view of a hungry pink mouth.
Kaoru released his own cock and jumped up, scrambling to get to a pair of pants. He threw on Toshiya's pj bottoms and raced out the door. Moments later he came running back in with a bottle of hand lotion he had confiscated from the bathroom cabinet and he shook himself out of the pjs as quickly as he could. As soon as he resumed his place beside Kyo he flipped open the cap and distributed a significant amount of the lotion onto his digits, then he wasted no time in pushing a finger into Kyo's anus. The smaller man groaned around his suck toy in desperation while Kaoru quickly rammed his finger in and out of Kyo's asshole while using his other hand to sort out his own hard-on.
Blindly Kaoru reached for the remote and turned the tv up to overshadow the vocalist's rising moans. When the vocalist had calmed a bit he pushed in another and Kyo propelled himself backward onto Kaoru's fingers. When Kaoru thought he was ready he kneeled on the last cushion and, positioning himself before his target, he slammed in to the tight body.
Kyo was shoved forward taking Toshiya deep into his throat and he had to fight the urge to gag. He had no objections to deep throating the bassist but it would have to be on his own terms. However the cock inside him said otherwise as it pounded him so hard that he was blowing Toshiya savagely. Every time Kaoru would pull out his mouth slipped almost completely off the shaft and then on impact his mouth would be shoved down over it violently. It wasn't long before Toshiya came, sending jets into Kyo's throat. The smaller man swallowed eagerly all that the other could offer.
He rested his head on Toshiya's stomach as Kaoru set a strong rhythm into his ass. When his hand snuck down to grasp at Kyo's needy cock the vocalist came with a shout, spilling himself onto the black leather couch. Kaoru followed when Kyo's body constricted him tightly and he filled Kyo to the brim, collapsing on his back afterward.
For minutes they lay silently, cradled together until a persistant noise filled the room. It was faint and repetitive. Most unwelcome. Attempting to sort himself out Kaoru slid off Kyo and fumbled around in his bag that he had heaped by the couch for the night. Inside, his keitai was ringing insesently.
"Kuso" he cussed when he saw the number. But grudgingly he answered.
"I'm sleepy!" He yelled into the reciever.
"I don't care." came the voice. "You and Nishimura-san have a hell of alot of explaining to do. Where are you!?"
"Kyoto." Kaoru muttered angrily. "The fuck do you mean 'we got explaining to do'? We don't have work till Monday so leave me alone. Call someone else. Call Die, he hasn't been annoyed nearly enough lately."
"Slacking on the job?" Kyo mumbled from his place on the couch. Kaoru flashed him the bird.
The voice cleared it's throat. "We saw the 'tape'. The boss is not happy with you two. It's a miracle he doesn't void your contract for this...insubordination....this ...this illicit behavior!" he shouted.
"What are you talking about? What.....ta..pe...oh..." Kaoru's face dropped when he realized what the man had meant and within seconds he was laughing hysterically.
"Nikkura-san! This isn't funny."
Kaoru just hung up the phone and threw it towards his belongings before crawling back to his lovers.
"Who was that?" asked Kyo.
"Fujiwara-san."
"And what did he want?"
"You know those security cameras in the studio?"
Kyo nodded mischeviously.
"He was just calling to tell me...they work."

*Owari*


Authors Note: Yes, I finished! ^__^ I know some of you will be sad, but it's okay. ALl things must come to an end...or come in an end (hentai :3)...something like that. lol I know it's not the best, but really, this story was making me nuts because I had no ideas with it. I appologize. MAybe one day I will go back and make it much much better. I can, you know! I will be posted my new fic soon, which is TONS better than this piece of shit and it will be updated REGULARLY, no more months of no updates. I totally promise. This one I just had massive writer's block on. T_T So love you guys! See you later! <33