Dangerous Play

By: scarecrowslady

folder J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 20

Views: 2,594

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Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 20

Views: 2,594

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!

Waiting For You

Thanks to ASP for their lyrics! This is fanfiction. Ergo: not real. Ergo: not paid for it. Hope you enjoy!

Dangerous Play

Chapter 6: Waiting For You

"I have been waiting for you longer than you'll ever know..."

The new band called Syndrome slipped into a routine quite easily. Days were spent in Kisaki's favourite studio room practising or recording. Asagi spent an hour every afternoon with his vocal coach - and during some evenings, he was whisked away by Kisaki to try out new fashions and hairstyles.

Already - when he looked in the mirror, Asagi could hardly recognize his old self that had emerged from Je*Reviens. Not that he had been fond of neon purple hair...

"Fishnet looks good on you," Kisaki noted, crossing his other leg as he sat back on Asagi's couch - looking up at the vocalist who seemed to be thinking about something else quite fondly. He growled.

"Turn."

Asagi complied quickly. Although Kisaki had not forced him again for two weeks, the vocalist felt as though time would soon be up... Maybe even... here... right now... he'd be forced onto his knees and told to practice what fellatio he had learned from the slim booklet now hidden under his pillow.

He had read it avidly from front to cover four times already - not entirely out of interest - but then, he admitted ruefully to himself one night, not entirely out of fear.

The first time he had finished the book, he was still feeling miserable from his first experience of giving a man head. However, there was nothing else to do. Bending down to clean his rug made him too dizzy... Going into the studio to practice was out of the question thanks to his ravaged mouth. Even answering the phone was off limits to him.

He had felt bad - scrolling through the messages from Sin (2 messages - one about karaoke), Shion (3 messages - one about karaoke) and Ruiza (15 messages - and none about karaoke). Even sighing over his dilemma was too painful.

So he had picked up the book and blushed red as he neared the end. It wasn't just the incredible details (and the accompanying detailed pictures) - but the dawning realization of how bad he must have been. It was amazing that he hadn't damaged anything...

Now he stood before Kisaki, clad in a new piece of underclothing - black lace with bits of leather criss-crossing artistically. It was a gift, he knew, meant as a kind of apology.

Asagi didn't know if he appreciated it that much... but the metal clasps that held up the thigh-high fishnet stockings - and attached his fishnet sleeves to a matching camisole - were rather impressive.

"Even Hugh Hefner would switch if he saw you in this - complete with bunny tail and ears of course," Kisaki smiled - then frowned. "It's a compliment, Asagi."

"Ah..." Asagi's hands clenched a little nervously.

"So relax."

Asagi nodded.

"Hmmm... Fishnets are good... but even better..." Kisaki rose and retrieved his leather satchel. After rummaging around, he pulled out red cording and waved it lazily.

"What looks even better with white and black?" he grinned.

Asagi smiled uncertainly back.

"Red, of course! On your knees - on a pillow."

Without saying anything, Asagi snagged a couch pillow and knelt on it. As Kisaki laid his hands on him, the vocalist went limp letting his master position his arms however he wished. Red cording slipped softly around his chest binding him carefully - not too tight - nor too loose.

"It's..." Asagi soft and bit his tongue.

"Silk cording - so no harm will come to you," Kisaki reassured the uneasy man. "Have you ever seen this before?"

"Um... I've heard of it..." Asagi replied softly, wishing he didn't always look a fool before the older man.

"It's called... shibari... and this specific style..."

Red cording snugly fit across his chest, twining around in a curious pattern across his chest - catching his nipples pleasurably. It slipped between the cleft of his buttocks and past his thighs and then up again - down again and around - encasing his cock in a very teasing way. The rope ended somewhere behind his back.

"Karada with a bit of Kikkou... A combination that I made up for myself..."

Asagi shifted uneasily on the pillow. Everywhere the rope slithered and sank into flesh - there was burning and a heady sensation. His hands and arms were still free - but he knew better than to fiddle with the cording. Kisaki smiled down at the obedient vocalist.

"You are doing well, little one," he smiled softly, drawing Asagi's hair back down, watching it fall down in shining strands onto the black fishnet and the red cording encasing the man's pale flesh like the beautiful gift it was. "One last part..."

Gently moving Asagi's arms behind his back, he used another cord to finish another binding pattern which left Asagi's arms up in a mildly uncomfortable kind of way. When he was done, he leaned back and let a smile widen slowly across his face.

He's beautiful...

Tapping Asagi's chin to force the man to look up, Kisaki enjoyed the defenceless leanness of the younger man's neck, his rapid breath and the fear in Asagi's wide dark eyes.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "Well.... except for your long nose... but otherwise... you are... perfect...."

He leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Asagi's trembling lips, and then drew back.

"Don't worry... Tonight - you will ask for it."

Kisaki deepened the kiss, gently forcing Asagi's mouth open - for his tongue to slide in wetly and rub sensuously against the vocalist's tongue. After a few moments of deep passionate kissing, his teeth nibbled along the vocalist's now reddened and swollen lips - enjoying the feel of soft flesh and delicate moistness. Asagi gasped against Kisaki's mouth - moaning wantonly as the bassist's fingernails scraped along suddenly hardening nipples.

He will want me... Kisaki thought darkly. Before the sun rises, he will be begging me like a whore for my fingers and my cock up his ass...

It amused the bassist - how easily Asagi responded to soft touches, licks, nips and kisses down his long neck. Whimpers emerged - Asagi rocked in his bonds enjoying the feel of Kisaki's lips and cords sliding along his flesh.

You will want me...

Kisaki withdrew to find his bag and rummaged once again inside. After a few moments, he found his favourite vial of lubricant. It was slim and could fit in one's suit jacket (or costume) easily. That and a nice long thick...

Asagi gasped as Kisaki carefully lubed the large vibrator. After running across Asagi's nipples, Kisaki trailed the silently vibrated plastic down the vocalist's back - watching with glee as the man involuntarily responded with whimpers to the seductive feel and scent of depravity. Slipping the head of his toy into Asagi's cleft, Kisaki bent over Asagi and chuckled deeply.

"You won't have me tonight - but oh... won't you wish you did..."

"Ki-ki-kisa-"

"Hush, little one."

With that quiet command, Kisaki spread Asagi's delectable buttocks and found his tight entrance. It was no longer raw - a testament to Kisaki's self-control over the past month. But soon, Kisaki knew it would be wide and wanting... Kisaki slid one finger and then two into that warm tight entrance. He envied the dildo for a moment before shrugging. The fingers were quickly replaced by the fake cock - Kisaki slid it in carefully - until it was buried half-way into the vocalist.

It could go further - he knew. But this way, the soft vibrations would only tease the vocalist - never quite bringing him to the satisfaction of a climax. There would be a tortuous buildup of desire instead - and the ropes constraining Asagi's cock would take care of the rest.

"Now. Let's see how well you learned. I don't expect you to deep throat... but... at least get the basics right this time," instructed Kisaki, as he peeled off his pants and underwear, letting the garments drop to his knees.

He drew close to Asagi - but left enough space so that the vocalist had to lean forward - bringing further strain on his arms - shifting the robes irritatingly around his nipples and genitals. The vibrator also jiggled -

Kisaki choked back a laugh at the sight of Asagi on his knees, thighs spread with a dildo sticking out of his ass. The vocalist looked like he was going to expire on the spot from severe embarrassment - that or from sheer sexual frustration.

Good.

"Suck me off and do it right this time!" Kisaki smacked Asagi gently on the head, bringing him to attention. "Or do you want me to repeat our last performance?"

Asagi shook his head and leaned forward to kiss Kisaki's thighs - lightly and not too quickly - nor too slowly. The vocalist was now more alert - his eyes were watching Kisaki's body, trying to read signs he was not used to looking for. As his mouth moved down Kisaki's slowly thickening cock, Asagi hummed a light tune, leaving Kisaki's mouth dry with want.

So the little one read the whole book. Ah... Jun is right. I can see talent at a hundred paces off.

He nipped, licked and kissed his master's cock - as if Kisaki were an idol to be adored and worshipped.

On his knees like a priest - a wanton offering to a demon in a temple, Asagi thought as he took the cock into his mouth, finally.

His warm mouth brought Kisaki to even more life. Not only did he expertly handle Kisaki's cock in his mouth with a bit more expertise - but Asagi's tongue knew it's job. Curling around the man's erection, Asagi's tongue slid arousingly up and down Kisaki. The vocalist carefully swallowed any pre-cum that leaked out from the tip. After a few more breathless minutes - the silence of the apartment filled with the soft sound of Asagi attending to Kisaki - before the vocalist daringly drew Kisaki further in - almost deep-throating the sizable erection.

Kisaki's groans of arousal filled the small room as he rocked deeper into Asagi's mouth. But instead of the careless slap-slap of flesh that had punctuated their last union, this one was filled with even deeper desire and passion. It was heady - and when he climaxed in Asagi's mouth, spilling his seed down the vocalist's throat - Kisaki felt as though he had reached the Pureland or some equally Edenic place.

Carefully watching Asagi, Kisaki withdrew to let the man breath a little. His dark eyes watched Asagi for any signs of nauseous (or worse, vomiting) - but the tall man seemed to be okay. Kisaki let out a little sigh of relief. Squatting down - ignoring his own naked state, Kisaki leaned forward to kiss Asagi again - enjoying the taste of his own cum on the vocalist's tongue. His palms spread soothing over Asagi's shoulders - and down to cup the younger man's ass.

Fingers brushed against the vibrator. Asagi whimpered against Kisaki's mouth - his hips jerking with need. Kisaki smiled. He would learn how to wait.

-0-0-0-

"We aren't doing so badly," Shion drawled while kicking back to watch some exotic dancers do their thing up on the gaudily lit stage. "I think Syndrome might make it."

"You think so?" asked Ruiza morosely. "Sometimes I wonder."

"You're just pessimistic because you don't have what you want."

"And you are a lazy no-good bastard," returned the blond guitarist.

"Well, at least I have a bright future."

"You think."

"What's your problem?"

"Despite how well we are doing - and our upcoming events... I just... feel like it's gonna come apart at the seams... and everything we have done to survive as Syndrome - will be all for nothing."

Shion stared at his partner skeptically.

"Are you sure you aren't talking about Asagi again?"

"Yes. No. I don't know... I just wonder if this band is worth it - is all."

"You, my man, have been here too long - maybe," Shion shrugged. "Everyone needs a change now and then."

"Maybe," Ruiza muttered, not ready to admit anything.

How can I leave Asagi in this cesspool? There's no way I can leave him without him. I won't...

Ruiza pouted and called for another drink.

-0-0-0-

Kisaki took the bed. The man had, after ousting the cats into the living room, made himself comfortable in the vocalist's bed. Asagi watched him silently - his tongue stilled by a ball gag. On his knees - his eyes just level with the gently rising and falling figure wrapped in his blankets. It was annoying. Irritating. He leaned forward to Sink his head into the soft edge of his bed. The ropes responded - almost like a living thing - teasing and taunting him. Soft silk pinched his nipples and slowly building erection.

Inside him, the vibrator danced a merry jig on his prostrate, sending shivers that ran down from his head to his toes and the wet tip of his cock.

Oh.... kami... prayed Asagi, almost reverently.

It was a long hour - minutes spent in growing discomfort and eventual pain mixed with building desire. When Kisaki awoke, Asagi was crying and whimpering with helpless want. Removing the gag, Kisaki enjoyed Asagi's harsh pants and moans. For once, the vocalist was only focused on the pressures that bore down on him - bore down into him - and not on his more embarrassing position, drool and all.

Kisaki leaned forward to kiss the vocalist - and got a fiery and needy response. He drew away from Asagi's begging lips with difficulty - and lifted the skinny vocalist onto the bed. Tipping Asagi forward, Kisaki shifted the man's hips and knees so that the younger man was face first on the bed - head turned to the side. His legs were awkwardly spread wide - ankles still bound tightly to his thighs - exposing everything in the most delectable way.

Removing the vibrator elicited more protest from the vocalist.

"You want it?" Kisaki asked in surprise.

"Yes..." the vocalist cried out, incoherently - then paused. "No... I want -"

"Hmmm..."

The bassist trailed the still vibrating dildo across the vocalist's ready entrance. He could feel his cock already swelling again in anticipation.

"No... No... I want..."

"Hm?"

"You... please, Kisaki..."

Kisaki slapped the man across the buttocks and watched the pale skin grow a delightful rose pink. Asagi squirmed.

"Kisaki what?"

"Ki-ki-kisaki-sama... Please..."

"Well... Since I'm a good man... and an even better lord..."

With that, Kisaki reached for the vial of lube standing ready on the small night table. Quickly slicking his cock, Kisaki coated his fingers and re-lubricated the man's entrance. Positioning himself carefully at the man's entrance, Kisaki slid slowly into Asagi's ass enjoying the younger man's tight warmth.

Slowly he rocked back and forth - drawing out and then burying himself deeper. Asagi's hands clenched in a vain attempt to reach free himself - the robes dug a little tighter as Kisaki rocked Asagi faster and faster. All Asagi could hear was his incoherent gasps and whimpers - and the slap-slap of Kisaki's flesh against his. His thighs tightened against the cording - his head jerked among the messy bed-covers. Now fully erect and weeping with pre-cum, Asagi's groin dug pleasurably into the bed. Cording sank into swollen flesh painfully - but it was heady stuff. Kisaki's hands around Asagi's chest, finding and tweaking the vocalist's pert flesh.

After a few moments, Kisaki's breath began to speed up, his hands wandered down to Asagi's balls, and cradled the tight sac. Releasing the vocalist's genitalia from its bonds, Kisaki pumped Asagi's willing flesh to a climax - followed quickly by his own.

The two men collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. Both stunned by the sensations of the moment.