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works/366629.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dir_en_grey
  Relationship:
      Die/Kaoru
  Character:
      Die_(Musician), Kaoru_(Musician)
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Friendship, Smut, Romance, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-03-21 Words: 1000
****** Present ******
by lily_zen
Summary
     Raunchy AU Christmas smut.
Present
 
Pairing: Die x Kao
Genre: AU, One-shot, Hentai
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Ask
By: Lily Zen
 
Disclaimer: Not mine.
 
- -makin’ a list
and checkin’ it twice,
gonna find out who’s naughty and nice- -
 
The radio played in the background while two teenaged boys lounged on the bed,
passing a joint between them. Somewhat of a Christmas tradition: when the
holidays were stressful, take some time to unwind with your best friend. Both
snickered on cue as the song continued to play, and the redhead turned to his
friend with tears in his eyes. “Alright, KaoKao, fess up! Naughty or nice?”
 
“Oh, Die-kun,” Kaoru began in a falsetto voice, imitating a girl from their
class who’d been fawning over Die for the past few weeks. “You know I’ve been
naughty,” he continued in his normal voice, a hint of mischief peeking through.
It was yet another tradition between them: the innuendoes, the sex-related
teasing. The violet haired boy fell back onto the bed, giggling hysterically.
 
Die smiled; the mischief in his eyes a palpable thing as he watched his friend
writhe against the bed. Putting out the joint in an ashtray, the redhead
crawled forward on all fours murmuring, “Then I guess I’ll just have to punish
you.” When Kaoru opened his eyes, Die’s face was overwhelmingly close and the
look in the redhead’s chocolate colored eyes made him breathless, forced his
laughter away.
 
When the violet haired youth could find it in himself to breathe, all he
managed to say was, “Punish me, Die-kun?” A question to a hazy thought; whether
it was a plea or merely innocent, neither could tell. Die grinned, the smile
shining brilliantly in the dim room. A quick, darting movement and Kaoru found
his mouth being sweetly ravaged, his friend’s long red hair tumbling around
them both like a theater curtain. Strong, slender hands wrapped around his back
and hauled him upright.
 
The animalistic kiss ended abruptly, leaving Kaoru gasping for air, gulping it
down like a man in the desert coveting water. The violet haired youth was
unceremoniously hauled onto his friend’s lap, ass up in the air, as the redhead
sat back on his haunches. A hand connected with his denim-covered derriere, the
sting felt even through the think material. Kaoru gasped in shock, both at the
spanking and the feel of Die’s already hard cock poking into his stomach.
“More,” he moaned, the sound breaking as his friend’s hand unerringly smacked
his ass again.
 
The rising crescendo of hand meeting jean ensconced butt resounded throughout
the room, the only other sound being Kaoru’s frantic pleas for mercy. Each
intense blow rocked the violet haired man forwards, his hard cock rubbing
against his pants and Die’s body in an unbearable friction. “Please, Die,
please!” he cried out, wanting something, wanting anything other than the
sadistic teasing he was given.
 
Panting just as harshly, Die acquiesced to Kaoru’s pleas and lifted the purple
haired youth up. He moved, shifting their positions until he was leaning
against the headboard and Kaoru was leaning against him, back to chest. The
redhead’s legs spread akimbo, accommodating his friend’s slight form between
them, and rested his hand, faintly red, upon the other’s stomach. “Please,
Die,” Kaoru whispered again, tears pressing against his eyelids.
 
“Please what, Kaoru?” the redhead teased, his hand rubbing in circular patterns
that dipped ever lower. One finger toyed with the violet haired boy’s zipper,
then danced upwards again to slip beneath the waistband of Kaoru’s jeans.
Sucking lightly on the sensitive skin beneath Kaoru’s ear, Die waited with
baited breath for the disappointed groan that was sure to come when he pulled
away.
 
Sure enough, there it was, and Die very nearly grinned in triumph. “Please
Die,” Kaoru began, resigned to the humiliation, and loving every second of it,
“Please touch me. Touch me there.” To emphasize his point, the elder stole
Die’s hand, placing it right above his cock that had tented the fabric of his
jeans.
 
Die sighed, the air rushing past Kaoru’s ear, leaving him shuddering from the
sensation. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to. Can’t have you walking around my
house like this. What if my parents came home?” Kaoru found it within himself
to frown, and turned his head to glare at his friend. “You’re such a fucking
prick,” he stated matter-of-factly. The redhead shrugged. “Everyone’s got to do
something to take the edge off.”
 
Kaoru’s laughter was abruptly choked off as Die undid his pants and slipped his
hand inside his boxers in one fluid motion. He threw his head back, gasping as
Die took his member in his callused hand. Like he was reading his friend’s
mind, the redhead took on the frantic pace that echoed in Kaoru’s blood. Die
knew just what Kaoru craved, and the purple haired youth knew he wouldn’t last
long under such skillful attentions.
 
As Die smeared the precum accumulating on the tip of his member, Kaoru screamed
loud and long as his body reached its zenith of pleasure. His vision became
hazed with white fog, and when he opened his eyes (when had he closed them?)
Kaoru was lying back with Die’s arms wrapped about him. As Kaoru’s shuddering
subsided Die asked, “Good?”
 
“Oh, fuck yes,” was Kaoru’s immediate reply. He was sure that Die was smiling
then, feeling quite pleased with himself. “Then Merry Christmas, Kaoru,” the
redhead said over his shoulder, kissing his temple in a tender gesture. Kaoru
smiled, and pulled away, turning around in the space between Die’s legs.
 
“Merry Christmas, Die-kun,” he returned, licking his lips hungrily as he
hovered over Die. Kaoru’s eyes promised much of the same generous treatment he
had received. Heady moans and lusty sighs soon filled the room once again as
two figures writhed on the bed, and the radio played softly in the background,
entreating everyone to have a happy holiday.
 
- -on the first day of Christmas
my true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree- -
 
 
 
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