Monsters in the Closet

"I'll catch up with you guys in a second," the guitarist said with one hand in the air for just a moment before it slapped back down to his thigh and he sighed contently.

A soft jingle of chains accompanied his movements down the backstage hall with no real destination. He just wanted to cool off a little, really, and be away from the hustle and bustle for just a couple minutes. Maybe light a smoke. Worn in sneakers stopped at the brilliancy of nicotine and rummaged for one until he heard a thunk, crash, bang. The guitarist stopped, tipped his head, and looked at the door half an arms reach away from him.

"The fuck," was slipped out quietly beneath his breath. He stepped forward and reached out but the door opened for him. Allotted no time what so ever to even register who it was or what was going on, a naked arm reached out and pulled him in. Suddenly he was in a small space fumbling over cans, jugs, buckets and whatever. There might have been a broom in there somewhere. Such a graceful entrance. His back hit the wall when the hand carelessly let go of his shirt.

"Get naked," the voice said. He had to take a moment to contemplate what the fuck was going on but the voice helped him evaluate the situation a little easier when he realized that it was coming from the one and only Kyo. With a bit of squinting, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could almost see those smirking lips.

"What?" Die said half in disbelief and half just dumbfounded. He was in a broom closet.

Kyo wasn't sure how his demand was difficult to understand but just to be nice he grabbed a fistful of those burnt red locks and pulled the guitarist down to his height. A warm breath rolled along the dark caramel skin of his neck as his hand slid from that fierce grip and down the man's shirt. Meeting with the other hand they crawled along the rim of Die's pants to peek up under the material and along his tummy. Die couldn't help his hands from rummaging along the vocalists skin and it was then that he realized that Kyo was already naked.

"I want you," the blond all but purred along Die's skin. His voice dripped with ache. Lewdness thick on his tongue as he spoke almost moaning the words, "to get naked, Dai-suki."

The redhead shuttered a little as his fingers left Kyo's side and took over where the blond's hands left off. A soft thud of his shirt sounded as he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. He wasn't given much time to continue when his back hit the wall again and that dirty tongue caught a nipple. Lips clamped down to suck and bite. With those hands kneading his breast just so until they traveled down his ribs to the in the dip of his hips and back up again, Die could have just screamed. His head tossed back against the wall. His fingers fumbled to unbuckle his belt as his body squirmed and wiggled to the attention it was being given. A hot breath emitted when his pants had dropped. Whew, one down. Then his hands came to each side of that pretty mischief causing face and pulled back on the hair to snatch those lips up with a deep embrace.

Warm saliva passed through the war between their lips; the taste and smell of cigarettes and sweat prominent. A sneaky finger snaked in between their ribbon tight bodies and snapped the elastic of Die's briefs as a tiny little reminder that Die was not in fact naked yet. He laughed softly into the kiss as fingers pushed and wiggled until the briefs fell down to his ankles. A tiny shift and they were kicked away. Kyo was quick to grind his hips against those freshly exposed ones. His cock was already hard, ready, wanting. His lips moved from Die's and down the man's neck with a simple brush of his hand to remove the long strands in their way. Fingers pinched and pulled at skin down the guitarist's back as lips and teeth eagerly consumed every bit of flesh they came across wordlessly. Die couldn't handle it. He moaned, wiggled, groaned, and once again found himself against the wall. In no time at all Kyo had made him mindless, weeping, oblivious to anything and anyone but Kyo. Just how Kyo liked him.

"Kyo," he moaned low and warm. He wasn't even sure what else he was going to say after that but his hands had somehow found the other's cock and had begun to fondle and stroke. Kyo didn't seem too distressed about it. He panted softly against Die's chest as his hips moved with the slow beat of Die's hands.

"You want to fuck me?" He asked as his own hand gave Die's cock a single stroke.

"Look at this thing," the words teased without giving much time for the guitarist to respond to the first question. A finger pinched the swollen head to cause the most satisfying yelp and jolt from the redhead. At least Kyo thought it was satisfying, evident by his low and amused purr. "Does it want in me?"

Die just gave a warm breath out as his eyes met the eyes below. The wicked grin on those tormenting lips... he sort of wanted to punch the bastard. His fingers spidered up Die's stomach and to his chest again knowing full well the sensitivity that laid there. Son of a bitch. Die's hands were fumbling on that hard muscle between those tight and toned legs. They slipped when a hand came up to his shoulder and pushed down. He wasn't sure how or where he was going to sit on this fucking floor littered with supplies but he really didn't care. It barely even passed through his mind in the first place.

"I know you want to penetrate me," Kyo said haughtily and warm as he slowly mounted the man's hips. "I know you want to bury your aching cock deep inside me and thrust ball deep inside me until I'm screaming, don't you?"

Die watched Kyo rub himself against his hips. Tiny hands came to play and tease their cocks together. He watched the blond's facial expressions, the ache and yearn in his brows as his head tossed back with sensation. He listened to the sweet noises; moans, gasps, and whines that dripped off his lips like deadly honey and groaned as his hips began to roll. Fucking bucket digging in to his spine. A broom closet. A fucking broom closet.

"Daisuke," groaned low, guttural, aching and needy. Suddenly broom closet didn't matter again. A moment after, a low chuckle emerged and his head came back to meet the chocolate eyes that were still trying to comprehend everything going on at this moment with minor frustration. Those hands tugged and pulled at his cock in such an excruciating way that the guitarist could barely even think anymore. Closet issue: what closet issue?

"Don't you?" Kyo smirked and leaned downward.

For a moment Die could feel his heart jump up into his throat but it didn't take long for natural instinct to toss out a, 'fuck yes' and follow up with an eager kiss. The ruckus that one of Kyo's hands was making somewhere in the near distance went beyond the guitarist as he rolled his back up. Needy fingers roamed the ink and scar littered body to touch, tease, knead. You would think that Kyo, by now, would be fairly desensitized with all the abuse he'd been through and done to himself but he was far from it. In the right moments Die could make this little piggy squeal and this was one of those moments. With the right pressure, the right spots along is ribs, hips, and lower back, the vocalist had become very vocal with what he was feeling.

And the moment was interrupted with a tiny square package accompanied with a demand, "put this on."

Die stared, "where the fuck did you get a condom?"

"My ass," Kyo quipped pretty quickly for how much wiggle and giggle he was just partaking in a moment ago. "Put it on."

The guitarist sighed and snatched it from those clever fingers and tore it open.

"Fine," was pressed through his lips as he fumbled to roll the damn piece of latex or whatever it was over himself. Not long after that he was interrupted again by a hand that slicked warm liquid over him. Lube, and lots of it. Not like he minded that but he had to wonder in these moment, "did you fucking plan this?"

"Maybe," was the vocalists answer said in such a way you could hear him smirking. Like he was going to snicker evilly at any given moment.

This was somehow completely unsurprising. Die hung his head against the blond's shoulders. Seriously? And how did Kyo even know that Die would opt to stay back tonight? It was like the vocalist just had this way. The tiniest hints in one's attitude or gestures would tell the blond everything about that person at that very moment. Every single last detail. He couldn't help but smile as he spoke warmly against the skin. "Only you, Kyo, would organize a romantic evening in the fucking broom closet."

"It's not a fucking broom closet yet," he bit at the man's ear and gave the silky slicked cock a tight squeeze. "Stop your bitching and fuck me before I toss your sad ass down and ride you myself."

"You are the worst," the guitarist said as he moved their bodies to a better position. His hands grabbed those soft fleshy cheeks and pulled up, pushing Kyo's back against the door in the process. Fingers crept along the skin to get a better grab and pulled them apart to expose the tight ring of muscle between them. Slowly Die crept closer until the tip of his head could be felt against the sensitive flesh. The soft gasp that came from those nasty little lips was so beautiful.

"You want me to fuck you, huh?" It was Die's turn to tease as he watched the vocalist squirm a little in anticipation. That precious pretty cock twitched and swayed with the hips that wiggled in a demand to get what they wanted. The guitarist chuckled at the slew of obscenities muttered beneath the vocalists breath. He knew what was coming.

Die drew in to those lips and whispered, "I want you to beg, Kyo," as his hips pushed up just a little, just enough to push ever so slightly in to that muscle and retract shortly after.

Kyo did this to him so often. Mind, Die got his payback such as he was getting now. Die could never say no to Kyo unlike Kyo who said no often like the fuck he was. Mind, Die didn't mind not being able to say no to Kyo. The point was, Die wanted this little fucker to know what it's like to have nothing but ache. A refresher, you could say. It had been awhile since Kyo had been in this sort of situation and Die thought to make the most of it. Luckily for Die, the fact that Kyo was naked to begin with said something. Something like he was really fucking horny to start with. Which showed. Quickly.

"Dai~suki," the tone was enough to send shivers down the man's spine as Kyo slowly exhaled with an aching 'aaah'. He didn't know whether it was Kyo acting in order to get what he wanted or if it was real. Either way, really, it amounted to the same thing so it didn't particularly matter. The fact remained that he was begging. So nicely. Die was sort of alright with this.

"I need you to fuck me," he said as his hands ran down his inner thigh, along his cock, and up his stomach. "I can't stand it."

Die's fingers curled into the plump rounds of flesh with a smirk before he coyly smoothed requested that the other, "say please."

"Please," came as swift as the entry. Right down to the bottom in seconds flat with no warning, no nothing, and Kyo just screamed. His tiny fingers grabbed Die's shoulders and his head hit the door hard as 'fuck' tore from the bottom of his gut and ripped its way up through his throat to spew out loudly into the air. A laugh sounding close to sobs rang out as the tiny body shook. Anyone new to Kyodom might be scared or worried but Die wasn't. He'd been with this bundle of crazy long enough to know that Kyo was just as masochistic as he was sadistic. It hurt, and he loved it.

"Fucker," squeezed out of the blond before the guitarist picked a pace. He skipped over the easing and slow tempo - that wasn't what Kyo wanted and it sure as hell wasn't what he wanted right now either - and went straight for the hard and fast. Deep strong thrusts trapped that small body against the wall. His balls slapped against the precious round ass and each time received a nice little moan. Kyo was almost choking with attempts to catch his breath and it was beautiful. The vocalist's position was awkward and a little difficult to breathe in but he didn't care in the least even if it showed.

"Can't breathe baby?" Die panted. His knees were rubbing and reddening against the floor with the friction of his movement but he didn't pay attention. He couldn't even feel it right now. His slicked hard cock was slamming deep inside the most gorgeous (and infuriating) man he had ever known in his entire life (and at one time he honestly thought he was straight but this fucker here blew that theory out of the water, no jokes kids). Janitor closet or fucking not. Die had forgotten where they even were. Nothing mattered. All he cared about was the tight casing around him, the growing sensation in his gut, and the screams, cries, and vulgarities that came from this little bundle of sunshine that he was fucking. So. Good.

The vocalist was wracked with pleasure, his body shaking, his hands grabbing and scratching and digging in to skin, his lips shouting curses and demands for more, harder, deeper, name calling and screaming until he was about to lose his voice. Kyo was inches away from heaven, or hell, take your pick. His hips tried to meet the other man's in a natural response to the thrusting. Messy and violent as it was, it didn't matter.

"I don't want to breathe," he finally said between hard pants. His voice was thin and raw. "I want you to fuck it right out of me. I want to be left gasping for air. I want to crawl out of this closet limping."

The guitarist slowed down just for a moment but Kyo quickly barked up, "oh God, don't stop you asshole."

"Take a fucking pill," he panted out before moving the vocalist's body and his own to a better position. Kyo's hips were off the floor with his thighs and legs running up and over Die's. Those demanding rich browns stared up at him unimpressed by the sudden lack of movement. The guitarist couldn't help but smirk. "You greedy little shit."

"Keep fucking," he ordered with a tug on that long auburn hair. "Now."

"You asked to be fucked breathless," he said as his hands accompanied the words. They came to that neck with a tight squeeze and he leaned down heavily. Slowly his hips began to move again on just a slightly different angle. "I'm just doing what you told me."

Said angle received the exact reaction it sought. Complete mindlessness. Absolute pleasure. Kyo's eyes rolled back as his body squirmed. His toes curled, his fingers scrambled at the wrists that closed of much of his oxygen supply. His hips bucked, cock bobbed and twitched on full and heavy balls, pre-cum oozed from the tip. He could barely breathe and couldn't think. He screamed and cried and swore as much as he could vocalize. It wouldn't take long now. Not even a minute of attention to that whimpering piece between Kyo's legs and he'd be done. One hand removed itself from the vocalist's neck to grab his cock and messily pump at it. Well carved abs tightened; his chest rigid and muscles squeezed. His eyes closed, lips slacked open, air deprived gasps cried out as he came, white seed overflowing on to Die's stroking hand. Beautiful.

Die shook it off for now and pulled himself out. A pinch and he tossed away the dirtied condom. Kyo laid back with a deep inhale when Die's hand freed his neck to open up vital air to him again. Basking in the afterglow of his release he watched the other man stroke himself in to ecstasy until his own sticky white joined the mess on his stomach. A beautiful deep moan was heard from the guitarist when he came. His slim shoulders pushed back. His chest opened up and his hips bucked forward. What a gorgeous man that collapsed down against the wall with a hard exhale.

"Fuck," was his genius choice of words a couple seconds later. "I really need a cigarette."

The vocalist lazily searched for his pants to pull out two and flicked the light. Their breath was still a bit heavy as they first inhaled the smoke and cooled off. Only after a good minute of silence was it broken, unsurprisingly by Die.

"Kyo," he began.

"Mm?" Simple response; the smoke whisping through his lips.

"We just fucked in a broom closet back stage."

A long pause came after, possibly due to Kyo's long and relaxed inhale. Nonetheless the vocalist's response was ever verbose. "So?"

"Nothin' really," Die said. His head tipped upward and he cracked a bit of a smile. It was so... them. "Just' sayin'."