Dangerous Play
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J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
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2,571
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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!
Eat Your Mind
I do not own the lyrics "Hunger" by ASP. Nor do I profit from using this song for my chapter titles.
Dangerous Play
Chapter 3: Eat Your Mind
"I'll eat your mind out..."
"We'll see," Jun tilted his head.
"You're..."
"An aide who knows what the master wants - he wants you," the dark-haired man grinned at the new vocalist for Syndrome. "Syndrome will be glad to have you. But... Kisaki will have rules for you. And it would do you well to follow them to the letter." Asagi nodded mutely, wondering what exactly Kisaki-sama would want. His mind dwelt briefly on the possessive kiss earlier - and then his thoughts veered away sharply. Surely not... The tall vocalist sighed gently, understanding with sudden clarity what he had done. Jun watched the pert lips and delicate eyebrows that had attracted Kisaki. The man's face suddenly gained a very set expression. Asagi's shoulders straightened with resolve. Yes. Resolve... Jun grinned to himself. You will be needing it before the end, Asagi-kun. On his way out, Asagi passed the now silent and empty waiting room. The chairs were still the same run-down comfy seats. Magazines and manga were strewn about carelessly. Overhead, the florescent bulb flickered almost ominously. It was the battlefield... and he had won... And yet... As I signed my signature to the contract papers, I had a feeling... Have I just made a pact with the devil, I wonder?
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"That's alright," Asagi smiled back carefully. "I guess..."
"No - no - it's not your fault! I should have trusted Kisaki there. He's never wrong, lucky bastard... There are times I wonder - but he's always right in the end, eh, Shion?" Catching Asagi's perplexed expression, the blond shook his head ruefully. “Sorry... My bad. Let's do it again! Hello! My name's Ruiza! I'm one of the guitarists for Syndrome. And you are..."
"Asagi - the new vocalist -"
"Oh! The new vocalist! Of course! Kisaki-sama called me last night about the decision... and the others... so we know now... and of course you'd be here this morning... orientation and all!"
"Yes..."
"And of course you're nervous and everything... I mean... I remember the day I first joined Syndrome... but don't worry," the short blond smiled comfortingly. "You're not the only one." Just when Asagi opened his mouth to get the chipper guitarist to explain what he meant by that, Kisaki and another man trooped into the room. Immediately, his gaze ran over Asagi from head to toe - looking the vocalist over critically. Had Asagi been naked he could not have been more embarrassed, but as he rose to his feet, Asagi hid his discomfort behind a small smile. "Sin, I'd like you to meet our new vocalist, Asagi. Asagi... Sin."
"It is my pleasure to meet you," Asagi nodded respectfully.
"Same here," grinned Sin, giving Asagi a peace sign. "Newbies unite!"
"Not for long," Kisaki laughed shortly. "In a few weeks, you'll be on your way to making it pro."
"If you have your way," the silent man in the corner.
"Which he always does," added Ruiza with another grin and a bounce.
"And it's not achieved by standing around and talking either," Kisaki shook his head. "So let's get to it. We've got new people now - and maybe, we'll start to branch out with some new ideas - some new sounds and looks..." Here he eyed Asagi again. Ruiza watched the new vocalist carefully. Asagi seemed to be avoiding Kisaki's watchful eyes - but when he did let his eyes rise, the quiet newbie had a faint blush on cheeks. Ruiza's gaze sharpened. Shit.
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"I apologize, Kisaki-san," Asagi said softly. "I didn't mean - I was very focused on the details and information given me today... and..."
"Excuses, excuses..." Kisaki leaned forward, enjoying the tension simmering below the surface. It was beautiful, he thought. Like a man plumbing the depths of a lake - or a pond. Deceptively calm but deep and murky... Would it lash back at him? Or submit to his hand? Or both? Their lips were almost touching - Asagi backed up a little - only to find his upper thighs hit the dressing table. Kisaki advanced even closer - and every little detail of his face came into sharp relief against the dimmer light of the empty dressing room. His breath came light and fast - and there was a look of delight on his face... Such a look Asagi had never seen before... Or maybe I have... he thought unhappily. That one time I stumbled into that alley by accident in Tokyo... When Kisaki's lips came down hard on Asagi's slightly parted ones, it was a surprise - as if he had been hit by a hammer - and a relief - because he now knew exactly what was expected of him. It was as if Doomsday had come - and now he was surrendering to it. A matter of survival, he thought hazily as he let himself be pushed back roughly onto the dressing table, scattering the small bottles, pins, cloth, scissors and sewing equipment onto the floor. As Kisaki's hands tore past his defences to touch his most inner self - to those warm dark places - as a ringed finger slipped the vocalist's pants off his hips - to slide down Asagi's buttocks and squeeze to the point of pain - Asagi wondered why it had to be him. What did I do to get this - honour? Attention? Pain? Why not Sin? Why not some of the more experienced band members? However, any thoughts fled his mind as the ringed finger trailed around Asagi's thigh to caress the vocalist's sensitive cock and the slowly tightening balls. Down the cold fingertips ran - in between his legs - finding that warm round ring of tightened flesh. Asagi cried out in discomfort as the finger inserted itself into his anus - right up to the second finger joint - and twisted. He tore his lips away and tried to easy back - but his hand was caught by Kisaki's free one and twisted up behind his back. "Please -" Asagi begged.
"Please... what?" Kisaki growed as he inserted a second finger...
"Ah... ah... Pl-pl..." Asagi trailed off as something small and pleasurable sparked inside him.
"You were saying..."
"Pl-pl-please let me go..." the vocalist begged, his voice strained as his cock responded to Kisaki's fingers.
"And why... would I do that... when you are so obviously... interested..." Kisaki asked sweetly. "It would be cruel of me to let you go." The vocalist's face was a bright red now, his face a picture of embarrassment and shame - tears pricking and sparkling at the edges of his eyes. He squirmed and panted as Kisaki carefully widened him before adding a third finger. "You... are being... finger fucked..." Kisaki smiled at Asagi's wide eyes. "Spread your legs and enjoy it, little one." Asagi's deep sobs and panting filled the quiet room - and he hoped to the bottom of his heart that no one would come in and see him like this - wet and swollen and wanting for something so painful and crude. "I guess you're a little unused to this," the bassist continued as he removed his fingers, ignoring Asagi's gasps of need and pain. He licked the blood that had welled up and trickled a little down Asagi's white thighs - which now painted his fingertips. "You are young in a way - wide-eyed - as I was a long time ago... Innocent and full of naivete. Looking at the world in black and white... As a country boy feels coming into the den of evil that is the city. You think Osaka is bad? Wait until you get to Tokyo..." Kisaki removed his belt and pulled out his cock, stroking it and rubbing it against Asagi's already hardened length. Some strange scent filled the room as he smoothed gel over his cock and slicked some inside the vocalist. "But you're one of us now - and you too have to learn how to walk in these shadows." With that, Kisaki released Asagi's arm and slid into the vocalist roughly. Asagi couldn't push the man away - instead, his body responded almost automatically to Kisaki's touches. He slammed against the mirror, rocking the dressing table rather alarmingly - his knuckles turned white as they gripped the edge of the wood. And he spread his legs rather awkwardly for the bassist. It was better to shut his eyes - he found - blotting out the image of Kisaki pounding into him. The pleasurable shocks of the man's cock against his prostrate made fireworks against the darkness of his tightly clenched eyelids. Moments were made up of sharp sensations - as pleasure welled up inside him. As Kisaki climaxed, Asagi followed easily without even the bassist placing a hand on him. He felt like a boy - rough and uncontrolled. He felt like an animal - wild and impassioned. It was as if he wasn't even Asagi anymore - merely the plaything of some devil. When he opened his eyes, Kisaki was already wiping himself off and tucking himself back neatly into his clothing. Asagi lay there, spent and dirty - feeling ugly and used. He wondered if Kisaki would ever look at him that way again. Part of him felt shamed. Part of him felt relieved. His eyes opened - and then flew open even more as he saw that Kisaki wasn't budging - merely looking at him. Watching him. "You want another go?"
"No..." Asagi whispered and then pried himself up and off the dresser stiffly, bending down to pull his pants up. He yelped sharply as Kisaki slapped him firmly across the buttocks.
"But you've learned a lesson today," Kisaki asked. Asagi nodded as he pulled his underwear and pants up. "No avoiding me. I'll always find you."
"Yes."
"Repeat it."
"I'm not to avoid you - because..." Asagi's voice sank to an even lower whisper. "You'll always find me."
"Good. I knew you had potential," nodded the manager. He watched as Asagi did up his pants and straightened his rumpled shirt before pulling on his coat. Kisaki decided to say nothing about Asagi's wild hair and swollen lips. It would send a muted message. But a good message, he thought. Should anyone see... that is... As Asagi shuffled toward the door, Kisaki said his name. The vocalist stopped and turned around, anxiety clearly written all over his pale face. "With your next paycheck, buy some lacy underwear. Something skimpy and red. Or black. Something you think I'd like. Next time, you drop your pants, I want something nicer to look at. If you get what I mean." Asagi blanched even paler but he nodded ever so slightly. "You may go," Kisaki said. Asagi turned away again, hand reaching for the door knob. "What do you say?" Kisaki's voice spoke again, halting the new addition to Syndrome.
"Thank you, Kisaki-san," Asagi whispered, without turning - before letting himself out. Kisaki smiled in the dark. Please review~!