The Touch of Darkness

The Touch of Darkness.
By - Erzulie
Contact - erzuliesdream@yahoo.com
band - Dir en grey
Pairing - Kyo/Toshiya, Die/Kyo, Kaoru/Kyo
Rating - R to NC-17
Setting notes - Believe it or not, this one is in the modern world. Def. an a/u regaurdless, but still... omfg, Erzulie knows what modernism is!!!!! o.o >>;
Disclaimer - I don't own Dir en grey ::insert sad face:: This is a work of pure fantasy. No, I've got nothing better to do than to sit around and think of dirty things for two bandmates to do together. I'm aware that the majority of Dir en grey, if not all of them, are heterosexual... but my perverted mind ceases to care about that when it comes to writing. I mean no offense to the band, or to anyone who may read this. I believe strongly in the fact that fanfiction is just that.. fiction, and should be kept on a relatively sane level. But my idea of a sane level might not be everyone's. ::smirks:: This will get really graphic in places. But it will have a plot! I promise on this one, it WILL have a plot. o.o However, if you have a problem reading this, then don't read it.. See the X button at the top of the page? It's there for just that reason!
Now, with all that said and out of the way..

Get'yo happy asses to reading, ne??!!!

Part One - Of Dreams...

Elegant fingers ran slowly down his cheek. He sighed lightly to himself, his eyes closed. The young man was relaxed against the one whom held him, the slow caress he recieved distracting him in the most pleasant way. He tilts his head back a tiny bit, his lush lips parting slightly as he feels warm breath against the shell of his ear, and the fingers dance like feathers down to his neck. The one holding him shifts slightly, mouth seeking out the other side of the youth's neck. A moan leaves his full lips as the mouth on his neck opens up and a tongue darts out to lick up along his flesh, and then he gasps when the mouth closes and pain shoots through his nerves. However, in seconds, the pain is taken over in pleasure. He arches lightly against the body behind him and he forms another moan, this one loud, breaking the air. The arm of the hand caressing him has moved to wrap about him with its twin, effectively pinning him as the greedy mouth suckles his neck. He squirms against the other, crying out in pleasure. One of the arms unwraps and the elegant, strong hand travels down over his toned abdomen and he arches once more, head tilted, lips parted, eyes closed. Ecstasy is written all over his face, and the hand travels downwards to his pants, running over the front of the flannel garment so that the hand was cupping his erection through the material. The hand massages his manhood teasingly. The blood being pulled from his veins by the mouth on his neck was not enough to calm his arousal, so the symbol of his need was throbbing wildly, trapped in the warm confines of his pants. He moans more and the mouth pulls from his neck, only so the tongue can lap slowly over the two wounds left in the wake of sharp teeth. The strong hand continues to tease his need and he bucks at its command with wanton sounds. He feels the mouth smile against his skin, and then there is the double sting again. He throws his head back and cries out, there is the vibration of a growl against his throat, and the massaging hand grips him almost harshly. He lets out a throaty moan, his closed eyes fluttering as the hand resumes to suckle lightly upon him. Sensation washes through him, and he feels as though he may drown in pleasure. His skin is tingling, his pulse racing, the mouth suckling his neck and pulling his blood towards it, like a siren's call to his life's very essence. Finally, the mouth pulls away once again and the lips kiss the wounds. He lays his head against the body's shoulder, still highly aroused, his own need unfulfilled. He whimpers lowly, but he does not open his eyes. He bucks, the hand squeezes and he moans almost pitifully. He feels the mouth smile against him once more, and the tongue darts out over the wounds, making him shiver. A long moment passes, and then the mouth opens once again, and he finds himself awaiting the sharp pains that will make him jump and call out.... The pains come, but this time everything is so much harsher... He almost screams from the force used upon him....

Kyo wakes up, thrashing in his sheets, crying out from his dream. He sits up in a flash, panting, his eyes wide in panic. He looks around the room, squinting with bleary eyes. After a moment, he is assured that he is alone. There's no body behind him, no one holding him... There is no mouth at his throat . . . He leans back onto his elbows, panting lightly as he tries to catch his breath finally. He reaches down to his manhood. Still aroused... He smirks to himself. Really, the oddest things turned into his wet dreams. He lays back down and reaches into his loose flannel night pants, gripping his ache with a small moan . . .

Outside, a dark figure stands in the shadows, a small smile on very pretty lips. A clever tongue darts out and licks over them gently, the taste of the young man's essence still on them. The shadow casts glittering eyes up to the window not too far away, the small smile turning into a catty grin. The shadow knows that soon, he will hear a cry of confusion and fear . . . it was just a matter of time. One of his favorite parts of the game. Too bad this one was so near to it's end, as he knew that Kyo was already his for the taking. The figure turns and begins to walk down the alleyway, long cloak whispering gently in the darkness. His footfalls make no sound. His ears are perked, waiting for the cry. First, however, the delicious sound of his young victim reaching climax greets him, and the thought that he may keep this one accompanies a delighted shiver that passes through his body. A few moments later, all thoughts are broken and forgotten by the sound of the cry of shock he'd been waiting for. He smiles, showing his fangs fully to the empty alleyway. He knows that one of Kyo's hands have found the wounds he'd made. . . and he is aware that Kyo knows that his visit had not been just some fantastic dream....

He almost skips as he walks away, a wicked little grin on his face. Complete satisfaction, the small blonde man would soon be his latest addition to the souls he'd sucked dry after driving them nearly insane with pleasure... but, should he keep this one? The thought makes him stop. He stands there, playing lightly with his cloak, his eyes turned up towards the moon under the large brim of his black hat. It was plausible, the idea... He'd seen so much inside of Kyo's soul that he knew the youth would make an excellent companion... for a while at least. A smirk twitches over his features...

"Perhaps.." He states outloud, not really realizing he does so.

"Perhaps what, Toshiya?" Another voice breaks his contemplation and sends an unhappy shiver up his spine. He growls lightly and casts his eyes over his shoulder, knowing whom he would find. He should have known better than to linger so long in the other's territory. "And pray, what the hell are you doing here anyway?" The smooth voice turned quickly into a growl....