Cold Heat [Mao (Sadie)/Die (Dir en grey)]

Bands: Dir en grey/Sadie
Pairing: Mao/Die
A/N: This is a revised version of the one I had originally posted on LJ quite a while back. It really needed some work.

Mao had his fingers clenched tightly around his fork; eyes locked intently on the male's lips in front of him. No matter what he did he couldn't distinguish any audible words. Only the shape of his mouth moving perfectly with each syllable screaming to be devoured; the way they pressed together around his glass when he drank, pink and begging to be bruised. Of course the brunette sitting across from him was incredibly beautiful to begin with. His cheek bones high-set, flawless milk white skin and almond shaped eyes- that alone was enough to get his fantasies rolling. But what made him even more appealing to the vocalist was the way he moved his body. Every part of him down to the movement of his fingertips made Mao's body burn.
He had stopped for a moment and his tongue darted from his mouth, catching the perfect pink edge of his upper lip. As if knowing all-too-well that he was causing some kind of discomfort to the vocalist, he shot him a smile.
A perfect, yet some how naive smile. It took a moment before he realized what his lover was expecting- a response. He had been talking to Mao for an hour at this point, with little more than a nod or two the whole time. The guitarist let his glass rest against the table, "Well, what do you think?"
"Die," Mao finally spoke up, fork coming to rest against the plate, "Could you shut up for two seconds?"
The blonde didn't have the slightest clue what he was talking about anyways- so, the puzzled look on his face didn't matter much to him. He merely rose to his feet and maneuvered his way around the table until he fell abruptly into the guitarists' lap.
All he could feel was the taller man tense under him, almost resisting momentarily before his hands rose and landed on his hips.
"That was rude."
"So?"
Die bit his lip again and looked to the side, trying as hard as he could to act dejected; "Don't pout Daisuke, I'm just feeling a little..."
"Feisty?"
Mao's fingers came up and slowly caressed the side of his lover's face, rubbing his fingers over the smooth skin and up into his hair, "Mhmm..."
He couldn't help but admire how beautiful he was- even at his age he seemed impeccable. Often times when he looked at Die, he was reminded of when he was younger and traveling through Europe. In Italy he had seen statues made from pure marble and carved so delicately- he had imagined Die, being molded and carved by Michelangelo himself. That alabaster skin pulsated under his touch.
He dragged his hands even further into his hair before he
drew his head back without warning. As stunning as he was, it excited Mao more to destroy something that was so alluring.
"You're such a slut," he hissed under his breath, face inching closer to his lips, "aren't you, Daisuke? I could see how you were eyeing me, begging for me to fuck you."
Being the secret masochist that he was, he moaned at the sudden violence. It had been a while- and it seemed that his lover was in one of his more 'playful' moods. He decided to go along with it.
With a grin he replied, "I guess you could tell?"
Mao's body jolted briefly with laughter.
"Of course. You're eager for my cock, aren't you? God. Tell me how much you want it. You fucking slut."
Again, without warning his fingers tightened into his hair and pulled his head back- exposing his warm skinned throat.
"I want you, Mao." he swallowed hard, looking down the bridge of his nose at the smaller male. "Please, fuck me."

"Tell me what you want me to do. I know you can do better than that."

Die swallowed once more, gnawing on his bottom lip. The way his lover's voice purred and growled commands- he couldn't help but react. This was foreplay to him. His body was starting to burn; the places where their bodies met grew moist with sweat.
"I want your cock inside of me," he purred along with the vocalist, "I want it so bad."
Mao's face was cracked with a crooked smile, "Really?" He had taken to rubbing his hips smoothly against Die's; his dick already rock hard and throbbing against the confines of his pants.
"Yes, I want you."
Slowly, he arched his hips up from their position on Die's thin hips and twisted back- his hand landed in the sticky mess that was the other male's dessert and he wiggled his fingers around in it. When they were covered he pulled back around and pressed his hand into his lover's face, smearing dark chocolate and fruit all over his disgustingly perfect skin. The look on Die's face was a mixture of shock and annoyance. Little did Mao know he had spent hours in the bathroom trying to look perfect only to have it ruined in mere seconds. (That bastard!)
"S-shit...Ma-"
The vocalist grinned and took what was left on his fingers and coated it over Die's perfect lips, up to his cheek bones and into his hair. "Something so beautiful," Mao said softly, a finger coming up to his own lips, "ruined so easily."
If it wasn't for the burning erection in his pants, Die would have gotten up and walked out of his apartment right then and there. But he was sexually inclined to enjoy humiliated, and combined with the utter curiosity regarding the strange turn of events kept him locked in that chair.
"Fuck you." Die crooned.
"Fuck me?"
Mao's eyes widened some and he could see the slight glint of sadism that he always got when he was feeling 'feisty'. Die knew that he made a mistake by saying that, but was more than ready to say it again, "Fuck you, Mao."
It was then that the vocalist pulled himself from his lap, standing to his feet beginning to undo his pants. "You're such a bad slut, baby. I'm going to have to punish you."
He jerked his throbbing cock from his pants and stroked it quickly a few times. It was already red and leaking from the head- Die couldn't help but want to suck it. He bit his lips yet again, staring up at the blond who reached around yet again, grabbing the small wine glass behind him. "I can't decide how to punish you, yet, baby." he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, his eyes locked onto Die's the entire time.
"Tell me how bad you are."
"I'm such a slut. Punish me." Die started, inhaling sharply, "I'm such a fucking whore I need your cock inside of me. Please Ma-" With a slight flick of his wrist he interrupted his lover- throwing the contents of his glass on his face. The wine stuck to his hair and dripped in crimson red down his neck eventually ending up on his white shirt.
Die instinctively closed his eyes when he did this, licking his lips as it fell down his face.
Mao didn't stop there. He waited a moment, staring at his companion's dirty face. The vocalist was relishing in his work while he mulled it over in his head on what to do next. To Die it seemed like hours before the blond made his next move; tensing back in his chair he took a deep breath with every hard stroke the ceiling fan made above him. With Mao, silence was worse than when he was acting.
Silence meant that he was thinking- and he was as unpredictable as he was sadistic. And while he enjoyed the pain entirely there was something about Mao that made him uneasy when he stopped speaking.
It took Die off guard when his lover reached around and grabbed a handful of his hair yet again, pulling him to eye-level with his cock. "You know what to do, bitch." he growled.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he was jerked harder this time towards his dick. He brought a hand up and gripped the base, parting his lips he allowed his tongue to draw out a smooth circle around the head before darting his tongue up against the slit. His lover let out a small approving moan and allowed his hips to rock towards his lips.
"Fuck."
He repeated that action a bit slower than before- engulfing the whole head. Die rubbed his tongue hard against the base as his head was forced downwards. His cock slipped deeper into his throat. It was when he pulled back that he felt Mao's hand slack in his hair, moving up against his face, thumbing over his cheek. His actions were affectionate for the moment. The brunette allowed his body to relax some, his fingers coming up to rest on the side of Mao's thigh.
He continued to suck eagerly at his cock as his lover fingered over his lips; rubbing against his red upper lip before taking his thumb and shoving it into the corner of his mouth. The blond pulled his lip, stretching it as it looked down at the other male. "Don't think that I forgot about your punishment."
He secured his fingers into the corner of his mouth as he pulled his dick slowly from the warm cavern. Mao allowed his sex to press against his lips before shoving it back down his throat. The only thing Die could seem to do was grip his hip hard in his fingers and allow it to happen. The blond kept thrusting until the male under him started to gag on his cock, lines of saliva mixed with pre-cum passing his lips and dripping down his neck.
He pressed in once more before pulling away, grabbing the collar of his lover's shirt and pulling him from his seat. "You're still so beautiful." he groaned, his tongue darting out and passing over the brunette's lips. His lover was still so beautiful that he had to pause for a moment, his breath shallow as he eyed over him. The blond pushed forward for a kiss. This time their lips met softly- Mao allowing a approving moan pass against his companions lips. He let himself get swept up in the sweet motion of Die's lips, that he almost forgotten what he was doing.
"I hate lingering." he pulled away and spoke against his abused mouth, biting his lips, "Take your pants off and get on the floor."
Die's head was spinning from arousal as he fumbled to get his pants from his tiny waist. The vocalist just stared at him as he undressed, stroking his dick lazily- which to no surprise to the other male, he was silence. He was thinking, again.
It was when Die pressed his body back against the floor that Mao was brought back to reality.
"Spread your legs. I want to see all of you."

He laid back and pulled his legs apart, allowing him to have full view of his body. The vocalist sat back for a moment, admiring his thighs down to the dip of his ass-cheeks against the floor under him.
"You're being so obedient now..." he said as he lowered himself down next to the brunette. "Finger yourself. Don't waste time preparing..."
Die was aroused to the point where everything was starting to get hazy- it was almost as if he were drunk. It was always like this with him. Dizzy and passionate, he never wanted it to end.

He wasted no time in obeying his command.
His long index finger slid down his leg and made a small circle around his entrance, he tensed up some before pressing it knuckle deep into his body. Rocking his hips down he added another finger, struggling to get it inside of his body- he moaned out.
"Fuck yourself."
He began to move his fingers in and out of his body quickly, his head pressing back into the floor as he moaned louder with each thrust into his body. Mao moved in-between his legs and nudged the head of his sex against Die's knuckles, "Leave your fingers there..."
The guitarist stopped his movements and held his breath. He was at such a weird angle to have his fingers as deep as they were, and when Mao's dick entered his body he felt as though he was being ripped apart. It hurt so bad that it felt like heaven.
"God you're so d-deep!"
"You like it baby?"
"It hurts...but..." Die retorted, his arms shaking as he moved his fingers to press inside of him more. "God, just fuck me."
His sex began to bounce against his stomach as Mao started to fuck him at a pace that made his heart throb harder. Each thrust into his body made Die's head spin and his legs clench to his body as he tried to keep his fingers in place.

"Fuck, baby..."

The room began to fill with the sound of the guitarist's moans, and their wet skin slapping and sticking together. "Take your fingers out..." he crooned.

Taking a deep breath he pulled his fingers from his body, throwing one of his arms over his face to bite down on the skin there. Mao shifted and pulled his hips up, hoisting Die's leg over his shoulder. He pulled out before stuffing his cock inside his body again and again, enjoying the feeling of claiming him. This beautiful alabaster doll- lips parted struggling to breathe under him. "More?"
Die was saying his name over and over like it was a mantra. His head thrown back as far as it could go on the floor under him. Honestly, he never wanted this to end. This was his own personal nirvana.
Enlightenment on the floor- screaming.
He clenched his thighs around his waist as his hand snaked down between his own legs, fondling at his neglected sex.
"More, please..."
The blond pressed into him as deep as he could, nudging his sex against that sweet spot deep inside of him. "Harder..." he crooned, nails digging into his back. "Mao, Harder."
He slid out once more before thrusting into him as quickly as he could muster- Die's hand pumping at his own sex in unison with each hit inside of his body. Before he knew it the warm feeling against his spine grew hotter until he could no longer withhold his orgasm. He jerked, arching upward as he spilled against his stomach. "Mao!"
Die circled his arms around his lovers neck, digging his fingers into his back as he continued to be fucked. His legs shook wildly but he kept his legs spread as much as he could possibly muster.
Mao continued to thrust in and out of him until he paused, buried to the hilt. It didn't take long before his body arched as well. A feral cry passed his lips as he spilled hard inside the other man. Without saying a word he collapsed against him- his lips catching the corner of the brunette's mouth. The cold-heat he had always felt with Die burned in his chest. This alabaster, perfect doll was his.

Marked and stained by him, Mao was certain that he would never leave.