Of Porcelain and Black Ink

I think this is the longest one shot in history. This pairing is very special to me because it's my first time writing a slash pairing. What I'm trying to say is that if it sucks horribly I'm sorry but this isn't my forte. I wrote this for my lovely friend Miss Ashes. Think of it as something to tide you all over til I get the next chapter of Aberrance up. (No I haven't abandoned it! Just been really busy) Enjoy! ^^


Kyo lay stretched out across one of the more comfortable chairs in the dressing room. His eyes were fixated on the wall as if it were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. To any random on-looker he appears deep in thought but the crew and his fellow bandmates know that the pensive look is all part of his cover. In all reality, he was zoning out. It was a sort of pre-show ritual for him. He'd like to think he was in control of it but sometimes he wondered if it wasn't his body's involuntary response to what it knew would happen later tonight when Dir en grey took the stage. He was brought out of his trance-like state by the sound of music. The supporting band must be doing sound check. A small smile graced his lips when he thought about the opening band, Sadie. The fans were probably shocked by that one. Kyo's smile morphed into a smirk. From what he had heard, their fans have a very love/hate relationship with Sadie. Some dislike them because they think they're copying Diru's style too closely while others appreciate the likeness but recognize Sadie as its own entity. Kyo personally didn't have much of an opinion on them because he has never heard their music. He has been silently intrigued with the group since they emerged on the scene two years ago. However, with all the touring and recording going on within his own band he has little to no free time to devote to anything. The vocals started up and he felt himself drawn to the soft yet powerful voice like a moth to a flame. He sat up in his chair, straining to make the voice clearer to his ears. Deciding he wanted to hear that voice without the muffled quality, he stood and headed for the stage.

Kyo sat perched around the corner out of sight but where he could see the band, or more importantly the vocalist, perfectly. He watched the man, who if he remembered correctly was named Mao, with something akin to awe. He looked to be about the same height as Kyo and carried himself much the same as well. His tawny hair was covering his eyes in a way that made Kyo's fingers itch to push it back. They finished the song and Mao turned, his face coming into view for Kyo, the younger man's voice still resounding in his head. He felt someone behind him and turned to see his bandmates watching the other group of men.

"Kyo you might want to stand up before you get trampled" Die said as he flashed his characteristic grin.

"Huh?" Kyo asked before whipping his head back around just in time to see Sadie filing off the stage and heading in their direction. Kyo scrambled to get to his feet and made sure his trademark mask of indifference was in place. He watched through lidded eyes as both groups exchanged pleasantries. Mao was the last to exit the stage, softly mumbling a greeting and walking past them without making eye contact. Kyo's face softened as he turned to watch the younger man's retreating back. Sighing, he walked out on stage and took his place in front of the microphone.

Mao unceremoniously fell down into a chair. He had so much he wanted to say to Dir en grey, namely Kyo. When the opportunity had presented itself he had lost his nerve and retreated into his shell. He hoped they didn't think he was being rude. The last thing he wanted to do was offend them. He felt stupid when he realized he wanted to watch them during sound check. Shaking his head while laughing at himself, he grabbed a bottle of water and headed back in the direction of the stage. He flopped down on the ground where he had a good view of Kyo and proceeded to watch his idol in awe. Kyo never ceased to amaze him. He loved his voice and knew he could listen to it all day without ever growing tired of it. He watched in amazement as the muscles he knew were hidden under Kyo's form fitting t-shirt tensed when he let out a gutteral scream. It seemed the sound check was over as soon as it started and Mao heard feet shuffling in his direction. He was just about to push himself up when a tattooed hand came into his line of sight. He kept his eyes veiled through his hair as they trailed past the hand, up the muscular arm, and finally landed on his face.

"Can I help you up?" Kyo asked in his deep silky voice. Mao took ahold of his hand and pushed aside the jolt of heat that ran through him as he was pulled to his feet.

"Thanks Kyo-san" he replied quietly as he felt his cheeks grow hot. He inwardly cursed himself for acting like a school girl with a crush. Kyo noticed the blush on Mao's cheeks and smiled a little to himself.

"No problem Mao-san." Mao's blush deepened at hearing his name coming from Kyo's lips.

"Kyo you coming?" Toshiya yelled from down the hallway. Kyo shook his head a little when he realized he and Mao had never moved and that he still had ahold of the younger man's hand. He quickly dropped it and started to walk in the direction that Toshiya's voice had come from.

"Yeah I'll be right there" he yelled back. He turned to face Mao again. "Good luck with the show tonight" he said before turning and walking towards the dressing room.

"Yeah you too" Mao replied quietly, staring at his hand.

The show couldn't have went better. The crowd was really responsive and there was a good feeling all around. Kyo was walking off stage when his body suddenly collided with someone, causing them to fall backwards onto the ground. He looked down and saw the familiar form of Mao.

"'Kyo-san I'm so sorry" Mao looked up into Kyo's face and was surprised to see him smiling. He offered his hand again and helped Mao up. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention" Mao apologized again. Kyo's response was to wave his hand dismissively and then link his arm with Mao's while steering them in the direction of the dressing rooms. "Kyo..." Mao began nervously.

"Hmm?" Kyo asked him curiously.

"W..would you like to go for coffee?" he stuttered and tried not to think about the fact that his heart was pounding so loud in his chest that Kyo could probably hear it.

"No" Kyo said tonelessly. Mao knew he shouldn't care that Kyo rejected him but his heart thudded painfully anyway. He tried to pull out of Kyo's grip, his basic instinct to flee taking over, but Kyo simply tightened his hold. "You didn't let me finish." He smirked and Mao looked at him quizically."I really don't think anyone in their right mind would let a man covered in blood into their establishment" he said as he flashed a rare smile.

Mao chuckled as his own mouth broke into a grin. "No I don't suppose they would."

"But it just so happens that I know how to make coffee, if you wouldn't mind coming to my apartment, that is. I could take you home afterwards of course." Kyo stole a sideways glance at Mao to gauge his reaction.

"Sure that would be fine." He tried to reply nonchalantly despite the fact he could feel his blood rushing in his ears.

"Good I was hoping you wouldn't say no." He smiled again.

"I wish you would smile more often" Mao admitted before he even thought about it. The mortified look on his face made Kyo chuckle a little as his smile widened.

He leaned closer to Mao, whispering in his ear. "I wish you would smile more often too, Mao-kun." Mao turned his head to the side and found his face less than an inch away from Kyo's. They stayed staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Kyo moved back saying he was going to clean up a bit. Mao went back to his own dressing room to let his bandmates know he wouldn't be leaving with them tonight.

"Ooh Mao has a date with his Kyo-sama!" Mizuki said teasingly.

"It is not a date" Mao shot back defensively.

"Yes it is" came the deep silky voice Mao knew belonged to none other than Kyo. He spun around to see him leaning against the doorway, fully dressed sans blood, arms crossed over his chest, and wearing his characteristic smirk. His current stance coupled with the essence that could only be described as Kyo would be Mao's undoing. Whistles could be heard from his bandmates and Mao turned to playfully glare at them. "Are you ready?" Kyo asked and Mao nodded, heading in his drection. Kyo took the opportunity to link their arms together again as they walked out to the van.

The car ride was silent for the most part. Mao glanced over at Kyo, briefly noting that he looked upset. He contemplated reaching out to comfort the older man but decided against it at the last minute. They finally arrived at Kyo's apartment and Mao trailed up the stairs behind him, enjoying the view. They stopped at his door and Kyo shoved his key in the lock and then turned to face Mao. It looked as though he was about to ask a question but suddenly Mao felt Kyo's soft lips pressing against his own. He pulled back quickly and looked the younger man directly in the eyes for the second time that evening.

"Sorry. I've been wanting to do that all night" he said sheepishly and moved forward to open the door. Before he could react his back was shoved against the door and Mao's lips were crushing his in a bruising kiss. Kyo wasted no time responding, thrusting his tongue into the others mouth. Mao made a sound of approval as he bagan to suck on Kyo's tongue. Kyo got the door open as both men fell inside still connected at the lips. His mouth descended on Mao's neck, sucking roughly on the spot. Mao responded by threading his fingers into Kyo's hair and wantonly pressing himself against the other man. Kyo returned the gesture, their erections rubbing together, eliciting a moan from both. He finally tore his mouth away long enough to mumble something about a shower. Mao's lust hazed brain only caught half of it but he followed Kyo to what he figured was going to be the bathroom. Kyo pulled his shirt off and flung it on the floor as he walked over and turned the shower on. He smirked as he caught Mao's appreciative gaze. Moving his hands down he undid his belt, sliding his pants and underwear off before kicking them aside. He walked over to Mao and began undressing him seeing as how the younger man seemingly forgot how to do it on his own.

"I can do that" Mao said absentmindedly as he watched Kyo deftly unbuttoning his shirt.

"I know, but I want to undress you Mao" he practically purred and Mao felt his knees go weak. He grabbed onto the counter to steady himself and nodded, not trusting his voice. After divesting him of his clothing, Kyo took Mao's hand and led him to the shower, helping him in before joining him. Mao reached out to touch Kyo, his hands ghosting over his chest and trailing down over the rock hard abs. Kyo closed his eyes and let out a sound of contentment. Mao leaned down and flicked his tongue over one of Kyo's nipples before gently biting on it as one of his hands grasped Kyo's cock and stroked it slowly. Kyo shuddered and a small moan escaped his lips. Mao smiled a little against Kyo's chest and slid down so he was on his knees in front of him. He continued stroking him slowly.

"You have a beautiful cock Kyo-sama" he said huskily as his tongue snaked out to flick over the tip. Kyo groaned and bucked his hips a little. Mao smirked and slid his mouth over the head sucking on it while stroking the rest.

"Mmm...Mao...suck me harder" Kyo said as he stared down at Mao with the tip of his cock between his lips. He thought it was the hottest thing he'd ever laid eyes upon. Mao took more of Kyo into his mouth, sucking harder as requested. He started bobbing his mouth up and down on Kyo's cock. Kyo gripped at the shower wall and moaned loudly as he continued watching Mao suck him off. Mao looked up at Kyo as he deep throated him.Kyo shuddered violently as he started coming.

"Oh fuck yeah swallow my cock" he moaned out. Mao swallowed convulsively, drinking every last drop of Kyo's cum. Kyo pulled him up and kissed him roughly.

When they broke apart, Mao looked at Kyo seductively. "I want you inside of me."

Kyo pulled him close and kissed him again. "Alright but let's go to the bedroom." He turned the shower off and walked to his bedroom followed closely by Mao. The younger man crawled onto the bed on all fours and looked back at Kyo who began shaking his head from side to side. Mao shot him a questioning look.

"Lay on your back. I want to see your face when you cum with my cock buried deep inside you."

Mao laid down on his back and stroked his aching cock. "Hurry Kyo" he whimpered. Kyo didn't need to be told twice. He crawled up on the bed between Mao's legs. Grabbing the lube from the drawer in the bedside table he coated his fingers and slowly eased one then the other into Mao's hole, stretching him. Mao was moaning and writhing beneath him. "Kyo that's enough. I'm ready. I need you in me...now." Kyo nodded and squirted more lube onto his fingers, slicking his cock with it. He positioned himself and slowly slid into Mao. He groaned a little at the tight heat engulfing him and stopped once he was fully inside the younger man. He pulled out and slowly thrust back in. Mao moaned softly and bucked his hips a little but Kyo still kept up the agonizingly slow pace. "Kyo I'm not made of glass for Christ's sake!" he exclaimed, whimpering a little.

"I don't want to hurt you. I'm not exactly small."

"Just fuck me already!" he practically growled out.

Kyo smirked. "Impatient are we?" He pulled all the way out and thrust back in hard a couple of times before he increased the pace and started pounding in and out of Mao's tight ass. The younger man mewled and cried out beneath him. Kyo reached in between them and grasped Mao's neglected cock and began stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. He thrusted deeper and hit that special spot causing Mao to see stars. Kyo moaned as he felt himself approaching orgasm. He thrust into Mao relentlessly while furiously pumping his cock. Mao cried out loudly and tightened around him as he came. Kyo followed soon after, moaning Mao's name as he hit his violent release. He eased himself out of Mao and collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Once he deemed himself able to move, he rolled off Mao and picked up one of their discarded towels, cleaning the both of them up.

He stroked Mao's arm with a fingertip. "So how about that coffee?" he asked with a smile.

Mao laughed a little as he scooted closer to Kyo, cuddling against him. "Mmm ask me again in the morning" he mumbled sleepily. Kyo chuckled as he pulled the covers over both of them and wrapped an arm around Mao's waist. Their eyelids fluttered closed with the approach of the rising sun.