Dangerous Play
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J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › D
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
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2,596
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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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!
Your Darkness
Thanks to Asp for their lyrics! This is fanfiction, so it isn't real life and it is for free! Enjoy!
Dangerous Play
Chapter 8: Your Darkness
"Feed me with your darkness..."
"It's just a friend... from a band I was in..." repeated Asagi with a soft smile.
"Ah. Nice. Have a fun time."
"Thanks. I think I will! See you tomorrow!" Kisaki rounded the corner and, with particular intensity, watched Asagi leave. Running his hands through his already crazy hair, the bassist frowned. Then his dark eyes shifted onto the suddenly nervous guitarist. "Where's he off to in a hurry?"
"I don't know..." Ruiza replied obtusely. "He said it was a friend. I guess it's someone he's been missing - maybe?"
"Hm." Kisaki disappeared.
-0-0-0-
"Ken-san!" The two men met, Ken drawing Asagi closer from the initial handshake into a quick hug. Pulling away, he glared at Asagi. "It's been too long!"
"Sorry... sorry..." grinned Asagi. "I've been busy."
"So I've heard..."
"You have?" Asagi blinked, startled. Ken winked easily. "We've seen the photos in that one magazine... Syndrome and all... run by Kisaki-san himself. I'm envious. Ahhh... but soon you'll be gone on tour - right?"
"Soon," replied Asagi carefully. "We did some events..."
"You'll be famous in no time," Ken flapped a hand lazily. "So rich too - so you'll treat me out to gold plate sushi all the time."
"You want some gold plate sushi?" Asagi tilted his head.
"Not right now," Ken amended hastily. "No need to spend your money before the big time. Still... how about some pasta. You still like that stuff?"
"Always," replied Asagi, with another small smile. "I know just the place..."
"You would."
-0-0-0-
"I see."
"But when you order garlic bread, you can eat it with your fingers..."
"And have a napkin handy."
"It's not that messy." The two men made small talk as they waited for the meal Asagi had carefully ordered for both of them. Some of the words, Ken wasn't quite sure about. But if there was one thing he could trust Asagi to do properly, that would be ordering a sumptuous Italian meal. The man loved his pasta. Also the candlelight atmosphere and the romantic flowers and wines. The perfect date spot, Ken grinned to himself in amusement. If I didn't know him better, I would have started to get come on signs by now. "So, anybody new in your life?" Asagi coughed a little as he sipped his wine, wrinkled his nose rather adorably and set the glass down carefully. His lips stiffened in a small smile. "Not really. Maybe..." Ken blinked. "I'm shocked."
"I'm not cold," Asagi gave Ken a frown.
"No. Just very choosy. Lucky girl."
"Mhm."
"It is a girl?"
"Mhmmm... no..." Asagi sipped some more wine.
"I'm in double shock." Ken leaned back in his chair. "And what do you mean by 'maybe'? I thought you liked your relationships clear cut..." Asagi's eyelids dropped as he considered the white lace table cloth before him. Then he shrugged. "People change." He looked away and then, his eyes lit up with relief as it appeared the waiter had shown up with some appetizers. Ken watched as Asagi fussed with the food and chatted about everyday things. His new band mates. The new songs he was working on. His vocal coach. The way sunlight kept falling through the window onto his face every morning. His dream of going to Tokyo one day and having a cute apartment with his own decor throughout the house. What would it be? Roses, of course. Roses and royal furniture. And a white canopy bed for his beloved. It was unnerving. He let it go. If Asagi doesn't want to talk about it... Ruiza-san... I think I am beginning to understand a little... As they forged their way through the meal, Ken felt more and more as though Asagi was wearing a mask. He laughed, smiled and giggled - but his eyes were dark and knowing. And old. As if he had looked into a dark pit and seen something monstrous before turning away. Or maybe, he had never turned away and was still looking deeply into the face of evil. Not that reality is evil, Ken mused. But... coming down to earth - I wanted to see Asagi waking up as it were... maturing... who knew it was so painful? It ruins him. Before, he had something to sell - and now... He clucked his tongue and reached out his hand, stilling Asagi's nervous fingers as they rumpled the vocalist's white cloth napkin. "Asagi," Ken said seriously, leaning over the small table. "You've changed." Asagi's bright chatter stilled and the vocalist's eyes dropped to his plate. Ken's other hand rose to lift Asagi's chin. The new addition to Syndrome looked defiantly back. "Who says it's a bad thing?"
"I never did," Ken smiled.
"It's called maturing. As a professional. As an artist. As a person."
"I know," Ken agreed softly.
"I'm not that unhappy. Just uncomfortable with the new me. It's just a matter of time before I settle in and it will all be okay."
"Perhaps," Ken nodded.
"I'd do anything to achieve my dreams," Asagi whispered vehemently, leaning closer.
"Good for you," replied Ken simply. Asagi blinked. "Then..."
"I just... don't want you to lose yourself along the way," Ken sighed softly and tilted his head. His fingers ran down Asagi's cheek and brushed away a crumb of garlic bread. He smiled. "A long time ago, I loved you," he said finally. Asagi froze and blinked. "But to take ahold of you - without a sign from you... seemed like desecrating a temple. Or trapping a goddess. You seemed far away - ethereal - untouchable - delicate but strong - like ice." The vocalist smiled in amusement. "I'm not a goddess," he blushed. "Nor am I ice."
"No. But close enough sometimes. I hope the one you are with tells you what a goddess you are all the time." Asagi's darted away momentarily - and he sighed. "Maybe not. But it came upon me rather suddenly. It's complicated. And I'm not strong - not as strong as you think." Ken nodded. Maybe that's what Asagi thinks... but he is stronger than that... it's amazing... but perhaps he... perhaps, Ruiza, Asagi looks at himself and sees nothing worthy there. The question is why? "Well, time will tell," Ken smiled at his companion's earnest face. "It's good to change. And it's good to mature. I like the red..." His fingers slid through Asagi's new hair. "Kisaki-san got you something more elegant this time. When I watched Je*Reviens, you kinda made my eyes hurt. Tell me that was a wig..."
"I wish..." Asagi sighed mournfully - then giggled. "But it was fine. I sang great songs."
"And that's all that is important," Ken said softly.
"Yes," Asagi answered. "Yes, it is." Ken leaned forward impulsively, kissing Asagi gently on the lips. The vocalist tasted like sunbursts of red - the tomato sauce and sweet and bitter like wine. Leaning back, the ex-guitarist smiled in regret. "I have a life now. Someone... waiting for me at home... but I wish you success... in music and in love, Asagi." Asagi looked down shyly and his ears turned a light pink in embarrassment. "The same to you, Ken."
-0-0-0-
"With a friend," Asagi shrugged. "We talked late... but it's been a while - and it always takes a lot of time catching up -"
"I bet," Kisaki replied easily before raising his hand to strike Asagi across the face. "Whore." Confused, Asagi staggered under the unexpected blow. Looking up in surprise, he blinked at the cold face of the bassist. Kisaki's hand descended - Asagi flinched and turned away - only to feel strong fingers twine into his hair tightly and jerk back painfully. "And for desert?" he leered down at the tight mouth of the vocalist clenched in pain. "I wasn't born yesterday, Asagi. I saw how he looked at you and tasted you..."
"Kisaki - that's not true -" protested Asagi. "I did noth-" Kisaki released Asagi violently and watched coldly as the vocalist hit the couch at a painful angle before rolling off onto the floor. Before Asagi could pull his wits together - just as he was managing to pry himself off the floor - Kisaki's foot lowered brutally on the Singer's back, bruising pale skin revealed now by his rucked up shirt. Asagi gasped at the pain, his back automatically arching back - Kisaki's foot lowered again - forcing Asagi's head down - heavy weight on the slim neck. The tiny room was filled with nothing but the heavy sounds of Asagi's roughened panting, moans and whimpers - following Kisaki's heavier thuds. "Kisaki -" Asagi's breathless voice cut off sharply as the bassist's foot buried itself in the vocalists lungs.
"I don't think I remember allowing for excuses, whore," Kisaki gave a dark chuckle. Just watching Asagi grovel, half sobbing in pain on the floor of his apartment, was exhilarating. Kisaki's pants tightened a little. His foot rose again and paused - as he stood, looming over the gasping Singer - enjoying the younger man's flinch. Kisaki kicked Asagi in the ribs twice - laughing darkly as the younger man squirmed like a worm caught on a hook for bait. Standing back, he let Asagi curl up in a ball - before disappearing to ready Asagi's bed. He had sat there for two hours - preparations almost all complete. Now, it was here - the moment of culmination - Perhaps it was the stress, or the general feeling of fatigue Kisaki seemed to be afflicted with in recent years - but the bassist's roiling emotions free of restraint - happy to find some kind of resolution, even if it was buried in someone else's pain. Asagi is beautiful in any case, he thought as he tested the strength of the chains he had strung up. And he will fulfil his role as he was supposed to. And I will care for him as is my duty. With that, Kisaki stalked into the living room and yanked Asagi to his feet by his hair, ignoring the vocalist's sharp cries of pained protest. Dragging the man half-bent into the tiny bedroom, Kisaki threw Asagi onto the bed. Donna scrabbled out of the room, yowling with fear. Before Asagi could protest, Kisaki was reaching down, snagging one of Asagi's thin wrists and cuffing him without giving any chance of escape. Asagi, still rather stunned by this horrifying turn of events, tried to jerk away only to find that both of his wrists were sharply tugged upward - keeping him partially suspended on his bed. Knees apart, back to his boss, Asagi bit his lip - trying not to make a scene - but he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his thin cheeks. "Kisaki-sama..." he implored softly - but none of his words could halt the bassist's hands as he yanked Asagi's pants down - and his shirt up over his head. Aware that he was completely bared and vulnerable before a man obviously enraged beyond reason - Asagi bit back on the words threatening to pour out. He could only hope that Kisaki's cruel intentions would be solely focused on himself. For a moment, Asagi's uneasy rustling, clinking chains and Kisaki's light footsteps could only be heard. Somewhere behind him, a bag was slowly being unzipped. There was something ominous about the sound... Then, without warning, Kisaki jerked Asagi's head back and stuffed a ball gag in the vocalist's mouth reducing any sound the vocalist could make to a whimper. Twisting his head to the side, Asagi could just see Kisaki out of the corner of his eye - The bassist growled a warning and pushed the vocalist's head down enjoying the man's soft sounds of desperation as his arms ached from the sudden, sharp increase in stress. "You will take the punishment, my beautiful whore," the sadistic voice chuckled. "... and you will understand the meaning of this lesson..." When the first blow from a leather strap landed across Asagi's shoulders - the vocalist could only gasp in surprise and fright. Sharp pains from his wrists began to work their way down his arms. Drool ran slickly over his chin and Asagi began to find it hard to breath. As each blow moved its way down his back - and then in smart zigzags to contrast the horizontal welts, Asagi struggled even more to evade his punishments. The unlined steel wore and cut into the pale wrists. Numbness with sharp-edged bolts of pain crept over the vocalist's arms and shoulders - as his body fell limp from the beatings he had taken. Asagi welcomed the darkness eating at the edges of his consciousness.... Then, the belt was replaced by something thinner – something which drew fire across his skin – thin lines of torture. He could only guess – a riding crop? Ten times it fell across his back. He squirmed desperately – but there was no way to evade each inevitable stroke. When Kisaki lubed himself up and then perfunctorily caressed Asagi with slick, cold fingers, the vocalist could only respond with the faintest of moans. "The lesson isn't so hard - as with the others... never... run from me again... my pretty little slut..." Slipping the gag out of Asagi's mouth, Kisaki slipped his fingers in. "Suck," he whispered harshly. Asagi awkwardly licked and sucked on Kisaki's fingers, feeling with dread the bassist's physical response to his oral attentions. His own cock twitched as Kisaki stroked it - and then - the fingers were removed only to be shoved hard up his ass. The vocalist bit on a scream - leaning hard on his restraints, he sobbed out Kisaki's name in deep panting breaths. After a moment, Kisaki's cock replaced the fingers - burying itself roughly into the Singer - not waiting for the man to adjust. As usual, Kisaki set the rhythm - hard and fast - ignoring the painful weight on Asagi's arms - and the rawness of the vocalist's entrance. The pace picked up and Kisaki altered the angle just a little - slamming down on Asagi's prostrate. Unwillingly, the vocalist's body began to respond. The Singer's face was on fire like his shoulders, back, thighs and ass. His erection grew in time to Kisaki's painfully arousing strokes. When the bassist climaxed several minutes later, Asagi felt himself come in blinding sparks onto the rumpled blankets of his bed. Kisaki withdrew for several minutes and disappeared leaving Asagi alone on the bed. It was a dire moment for the vocalist - to be left alone with the pain - to realize how he had responded... Tea things clinked in the next room - but Asagi didn't dare protest. Instead, he knelt there, trying to lesson the strain on his arms. However, his lower back was aching sharply, not allowing him to straighten up fully. When Kisaki entered, Asagi twisted around as best he could. The sharp pains emanating from his ass, ribs and back nearly caused him to lose consciousness - and all he got for his pains was a quick glimpse of Kisaki lounging in a chair, drinking some hot tea - and watching.... Leaning back on his heels, as best as he could, Asagi tried to push away the thought of the man sitting there and finding enjoyment from his debasement. He shut his eyes and revelled in the welcoming darkness. Fifteen minutes later, Kisaki's satiated flesh gave another twitch of arousal. Maybe it was the sight of Asagi on his knees slumped in pain. Maybe it was the blood working its way down his arms and thighs. Maybe it was the vocalist's tears that ran down silently and copiously down his face. Or the sadness and desperation that lay so deeply beneath the most often serene face. Kisaki almost felt sorry. Almost. But Asagi's pain was delicious - he could taste it on his tongue. The sight was arousing - rising up - reaching out - Asagi's skin tightened under his cold fingers. His slight frame quivered with exhaustion and pain and revulsion. The bassist's hands ghosted over the bruises now turning various shades of blue on the vocalist's rib cage. The welts under his fingertips felt hot and bumpy. And the cuts glowed red like fire. "You feel sorry now, my unfaithful beauty," Kisaki breathed into Asagi's ear, enjoying the vocalist's shivers.
Asagi nodded mutely.
"It is almost over... soon, soon..." Kisaki chuckled a little as he carefully lubed himself. This time, Asagi was a bit more ready - his body still pliable after the last sex act. Enjoying the tight heat of Asagi, Kisaki groaned as he buried himself into Asagi up to the hilt. Unlike his last assault, Kisaki took his time - enjoying - drawing out the climax as he rocked in and out of Asagi. Withdrawing wetly, Kisaki used the man's blanket to wipe himself off. Zipping his pants up, Kisaki left the room without a word. Asagi said nothing - Kisaki pulled on his coat and checked on the vocalist. The man was unconscious. Slipping Asagi's cell phone onto his limp wrist, Kisaki double-checked the heat before shutting off the lights and leaving. The lesson had ended. Please review~!