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He could feel the alcohol coursing through his veins, blurring his sight and making the world seem hazy. He walked in through the open door, not closing it as the red-haired guitarist followed him in. Maybe his platforms were too high- he lost balance and tripped, falling forward, his palms hitting the ceramic floor hard. But it didn’t feel all that pain, thanks to the liquor.

Strong arms picked him up from the floor and put him down on the couch. The smell of new leather was nice so he buried his face in the black surface of the couch even as the other man tried to turn him around.

" Shin-chan, drink this tea," he heard the familiar voice say. The light made him shut his eyes as he looked up. But soon a shadow blocked out the light.

" Die-kun…" Shinya called out softly, trying to sit up. The scent of green tea made him feel a little better as he sipped it from the cup Die was holding. He kept feeling as if the older man was staring at him. His eyes flicked up; he was correct, the man was staring at him. "What?"

" Ne, you look drunk," a goofy grin widened his mouth.

" And you don’t?" Shinya pushed the tea away. The hot liquid spilled over the rim onto Die’s blouse. Drunk as he was, Die frowned, looking at the dark stain on his top, still clutching the cup in his palms as if he didn’t know what to do.

Shinya frowned and his hands went for Die’s blouse.

" What are you doing?" Die asked even though he could see clearly that Shinya was taking off his blouse. Shinya ignored him, his fingers undoing the buttons. Something seemed to push him closer to the guitarist that when he looked up, he found himself nuzzling against his neck. It felt nice, warm and Die actually smelled very, very pleasant…like faint traces of crushed rose mixed with a soft tinge of orange peel…yes, smells like that…but something underneath those pleasant scent lay a stronger, more masculine smell…but Shinya didn’t like it coz it mingled with the horrible waft of cigarettes. So he pulled away.

The lights were irritating and it seemed to make Shinya feel hotter. His clothes felt as if they were sticking to his skin. It was making him very uncomfortable. Well, Die saw it and thought maybe he’d help Shinya feel more comfortable.

" What are you doing?" Shinya asked Die the question he had asked earlier as the older man pulled the hem of his shirt up.

" Nn, hot…?" Die drawled, giggling as he pulled the shirt over the drummer’s head, leaving his chest bare. "Na, Shin-chan’s so thin!!!" He poked at him ribs. Shinya gasped at the ticklish feeling and backed into the couch. Die continued prodding at his ribs.

" Stop!!! Ah!" Shinya squirmed, trying to fend off Die’s hands. "Ticklish!!!"

Die straightened himself; Shinya could see a sliver of his torso through the unbuttoned parts of his blouse. Die looked much more toned than he was…maybe it was the alcohol…he wanted to touch him…yes, it’s the alcohol…

Die’s skin felt smooth and Die didn’t fight as Shinya slowly undid the rest of the buttons and pushed the garment off his muscled shoulders. His fingers lingered at his sides as his head rested against one shoulder. They slowly rode up Die’s chest.

" What are you doing??"

Shinya looked up and stared at Die’s face, the face that annoyed him every morning, afternoon, evening, night when he saw it. But now it didn’t…must be the liquor ne…making the face look so handsome, so attractive….so manly…

His lips parted ever so slightly as his head tilted to kiss Die’s lips. Of course, the liquor made Die’s lips taste so delicious, so nice to kiss…Shinya melted into the kiss when Die responded, his tongue entering his mouth and mating with his tongue. Everything seemed to have floated away, the irritating light blinded out and all he felt was Die’s mouth leaving his mouth to trail over his jaw.

" Die-kun…" Was that his voice? Why does it sound so husky, as if pleading for something more…why does it have a tinge of desperation, craving…longing??? "Die-kun…" There it was again!

" Shin-chan, Shin-chan, Shin-chan…" Die chanted his name as he pushed the young man horizontally on the couch, his mouth ravaging his smooth white neck. Die’s bulkier body hovered over his. Shinya’s fingers played with his crimson hair. Why did they feel so smooth? Ah…Ahn…what was Die doing to him? Why did it feel so good…?

Shinya let his body arch as Die engulfed a nipple in his wet mouth. The older man sucked and nipped on the nub of flesh until it stood erect and hard. He left a trail of saliva as he moved to the other nipple, playing with it until Shinya began to moan. His long nails dug into Die’s flesh.

" Unnh…uh…." Shinya knew he was becoming aroused; he rubbed the front of his pants against Die’s lower abdomen. The older man pressed his hips down so that they dug into Shinya’s. Shinya let his legs part; it felt natural to do so…why? Yes, the alcohol…it was all because of it… But it feels kind of nice…so he moved his hips a little against Die’s.

" Shinya…" Die whispered, kissing his lips again. Funny, he liked how his name sounded from Die’s lips…His fingers slid between their bodies, unclasping Die’s pants buckle. There was a bulging mound at the front of his pants. Shinya didn’t have to wonder what it was…but he wondered why he wasn’t surprised or shocked…

Both their pants slid off to form a heap on the rug. Die pressed his hips down, grinding their erections together. Occasionally he would groan and Shinya would think it sounded very…masculine…then he would blush and pant along as their bodies rubbed together. Die’s tongue circled down his body, paying particular attention to his nipples then his navel. Shinya felt an electric shock ripple through his body as the moist tongue dipped inside and then moved lower to his pubic hair.

" Die-kun…" he rasped. "Ahh…!!!" The warm mouth closed over his sex, accompanied by the skilled tongue that teased him. Shinya’s toes curled up as the sensation flooded him, drowned him more than the alcohol…but wasn’t it the alcohol that had brought him here in the first place…yes, Shinya told himself but his thoughts soon forgotten as he felt Die sucking on him like a hungry animal.

He let out a strangled groan as he reached his peak, climaxing into the older man’s mouth. His body fell limp back onto the couch. He was breathing heavily and his head seemed to clear a bit. Has the alcohol effects withdrawn…? Maybe…He let out a whimper as that red-headed someone licked his inner thighs.

Yes, the world has become clearer now…a little…suddenly he felt a little shy…what had he been doing with Die? What…but it was only oral sex ne? Nothing to it…absolutely nothing…

But he could still feel Die between his legs, looking at the most private parts of his body. He wanted to move away but Die grabbed him by his ankles and forced his legs open again. Well, maybe he didn’t force but Shinya thought he did…He shrieked as something wet slithered over his hole. Something wet like Die’s tongue…it prodded at his opening, wetting it with his saliva and traces of Shinya’s own semen…and it felt good… so good…

" Ahn…ah…! Nn….!" He felt Die’s tongue teasing his balls before going back to his entrance to give it one last lick. "Die-kun…" He wondered if the voice belonged to him…the voice calling out so meekly, so mildly pleading…

Die’s eyes closed as he guided himself into Shinya’s body. Pain flared through the young man, making him scream. The alien thing inside him moved; it felt as if it was tearing his apart…It searched deeper and deeper inside him…He felt a thrill racing through his veins as pleasure spiralled out from inside, hiding the pain.

He rocked his hips in rhythm with the thrusts, his eyes closing and then opening only to flutter shut again. He was moaning but it didn’t really sound like him, did it? "Ahh, Die-kun…!" It couldn’t sound like him coz his moans sounds as if he was in heaven… "Ahhh!!!!!!!" Maybe he was in heaven…

As Die increased his pace, Shinya could feel him throbbing inside him, harder and harder. He felt Die’s flesh tear as his nails dug deeper into his shoulders. Suddenly Die stopped moving; Shinya opened his eyes, seeing the expression of pleasure on Die’s face…sweat beaded on his forehead and above his upper lip… Die bent down to kiss him, his lips brushing against his lightly, gently, lovingly, even as he pushed into Shinya, spewing his milky white seed inside his body. Shinya felt the warm liquid burst inside him, coating him and he cried out Die’s name even as he himself came on their stomachs.

Die fell atop Shinya, arms cradling the drummer’s head to his chest. The scent of crushed roses, orange peel, cigarette smoke and Die mingled in his mind. He smiled and kissed his neck.