Title: Agitated Screams of Lust : Soundless cry of Lust
Chapter: one-shot
Author: warumono_girl
Prompt: Acousticophilia for jfetish_15
Band(s): Dir en Grey x The GazettE
Beta): visualkeiwhore
Pairing: KyoxRuki
Rating: Nc-17 in all of them to be safe.
Warnings: sex suggestions
Summary: " He wanted the other so badly, the music kept playing the words, repeating themselves. They were of no importance as he could only hear the smooth and hard tune of that voice clinging to him, spreading into him and making him hotter, harder …"

Notes: I'm writing it for jfetish_15, so every story will be slight connected, but they can be read as one-shots.






Soft pants could be heard in the room, the hard music playing was the only company to the sound that escaped the lips of the auburn man laying messily on the bed. The naked body melting with the soft white sheets, soft sounds leaving the parted lips every time his finger slammed inside him, harder each time. The agonizing sound of pleasure mixed with the angry tune of the music playing viciously, reverberating in the room in a vain attempt to cover the auburn man's voice.

He could feel every cell in his body itching, needing more, the deep tune of Kyo's voice echoing through his mind, and making him even harder. He wished so much that the blonde were there, touching him, fucking him with that same anger, that same need that his own voice carried out of the speaker. Nothing could turn him on more than the soft moan and grunts that usually leaft his lover's lips every time he were fully inside him, filling him completely, just to slam harder, and harder, always sure of every move. He missed him terribly. The knowing truth that the other wouldn't be here with him for quite some time now was enough to make his ears perk even more at every breath, every harsh scream leaving the stereo.

- Kyo. . .

The other man's name mixed into the hard groan that echoed through room, the voice dying the next second to allow the never stopping guitars peak, just to then return more forcefully, angriness spilling from every word. That was it, the raw feeling that clung to that voice, the truth that showed itself so clear in every sound. He shuddered hard, stilling his fingers deep inside him and moaning louder, almost trying to suppress the other's voice, proving that his need was bigger, harsher.

He wanted the other so badly, the music kept playing, the words repeating themselves were of no importance as he could only hear the smooth and hard tune of that voice clinging to him, spreading into him and making him hotter, harder and even more aroused if it could even be possible. He knew he wouldn't last, but for some reason he didn't want it to end. He wanted more, he wanted to feel the other's cock deep inside him, throbbing with the same need as his, that voice, he didn't wanted to hear the meaningless words that were shared to the wall of that bedroom right now, but the dirty names that would usually be directed at him, showing him how much he affected the blond man.

Taking his finger out of him and letting the gasp escape his lips, he brought that same finger to his mouth, lavishing them as if they were Kyo's, imagining the other vocalist's face contort in pure lust, just like it always does whenever he did that. Without realizing, he brought the other hand to his own neck, caressing the harsh fabric of the leather collar.

- Shit. . . ah. . .

His own moans resonated, making him realize that the song was almost at it's end, The soft murmurs of his beloved's voice now could be heard more weak, almost like a breath over his ears, and right then he couldn't control himself, letting his hands stroke his cock forcefully, the image of the blond licking his lips, kissing him hard while shoving hard into him, making him arch off the bed, increasing the tempo of the strokes, moaning wantonly.

He had his eyes closed; his lips parted allowing only the uneven breathing to come out, sometimes mixed with failed attempts of the other's name. Curses were shouted to the dying music as he could feel his release coming near. A soft tear escaped his eye at the thought, in the back of his mind, that he wanted nothing of this, but the truth of a touch, a touch - not imagining, but true.

Feeling his muscles tensing, he moaned louder, but before he could bring himself to climax, the music stopped, making him almost whimper in frustration. Before he could stop, however, he felt a hand taking his away from his sullen aching cock, and as he tried to open his eyes, a hand put him back on blankness.

The panic that raised in him at the thought of some stranger in his bedroom was easily erased from his mind when he felt that same hand jerking him hard, pumping him with firm strokes and making him moan and whimper, failing at any attempt to break free of who ever this person may be. His body needed so much release, that any sane thought was quickly lost, and his mind could only focus on the delicious pleasure.

The growl that escaped him was muffled and lost in the other's mouth, the tongue licking his lips fervently, making him give in and part his lips in an open invitation. Before he could register the acrid taste of tobacco and the addicted taste of the other, his mind shook him awake from the pleasure induced trance, but before he could jerk away from the other's touch, he felt a hot breath caress his ear lobe, and his own cock throbbing hard in the stranger's hand.

- I guess that I'll never call again before showing up.

That was it; that was enough to send him over the edge, his hips jerking frantic in the other's hand, his seed being spilled on his own skin as he choked on his own sobs. His vision became white and he could barely register his own breathing.

He didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want to realize how insane he had become. He knew the other was touring and wouldn't be back until the end of the week. Has he become this needy at the point of hearing things? That touch was so damn real. Tears make their way onto his cheeks but he barely noticed them, ready to ignore everything and just fall asleep, trying hard to forget how he became so attached to the other.

A hand touched his belly, coating a finger in the white seed covering the smooth pale skin. He jerked his eyes open, blinking them a couple of times in order to realize the image in front of him. He looked at the blond, his eyes as big as they could be, his hand grasping the sheets tightly as he gazed at the other slowly lick his finger clean, moaning softly at the taste.

Their eyes locked for a minute, the blond smirking ashamedly while the other stood there, dumb tucked.

- I really think that I should drop by more times without warning. I have to admit that you made quite a show.

That was enough. How the hell? He wanted to know, to ask, really, but he couldn't find the will to. He was still trying to believe that the other man was there, and that he wasn't some sort of imagination or trick that his mind was playing. Blinking another couple of times, he reached a hand to caress the other's cheek, but got stopped midway.

- So, do I get some greeting now, or are you too tired to do it properly?
- I. . .
- What is it pet? Has someone cut your tongue?




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O.o yeah, i leaved it there. am i being mean ?! LOL