Author Rant: OKAY!!! Here is my "I apologize for my abuses to Shinya in Yurameki" (If you haven’t read Yurameki, read it first ^^). Obviously, since everyone told me I owe Shinya a lemon, this is LEMONY! And, well, read it and sent me comments!

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"Shinya has been even more distant lately." Toshiya commented as he blew his smoke out.

Die perked up at the mention of the drummer’s name. "Oh?"

Kaoru nodded. "Ah. He’s been moping around ever since that day I let him use the net on my computer."

"Maybe he saw something? What site did you leave off on?" Toshiya suggested.

Kaoru thought for a moment. "Well… it was a webzine… Yoshiki and I were featured… un… Jshock! That’s it!"

"So, think, was there anything in there that’d sadden Shinya?"

"Um…" Kaoru blushed. "Unless he’d be saddened about people imagining and writing certain things."

"Like what?" Toshiya prodded.

"Um… him and Die, you and I, Yoshiki and Toshi, Yoshiki and hide, or Yoshiki and Kyo."

"Wait!" Toshiya exclaimed. "You don’t mean…"

"Like…" Die’s eyes widened.

"Screwing."

Toshiya’s jaw dropped further down than Die’s.

Kyo coughed. "Yoshiki and I?! How’d they—I mean… where do they get that idea?!"

Die grinned.

"Wait! Kaoru!" Toshiya put his hands on his hips. "You sound as though you read those!"

Kaoru turned around to hide his face.

Toshiya pulled him around and laughed. "Ne! Die! I found something redder than your hair!"

Kyo busted out laughing. "Kaoru! Are you trying to tell us something?"

Toshiya grinned and ran his hands down Kaoru’s sides, pressing against the guitarist. "Ne, he just wants to see what people make me do to him." He put his lips to Kaoru’s ear and whispered, "Ne, if you really wanna know what I can do, come over tonight." He took the bottom of Kaour’s ear in his teeth and ran his tongue over it while pulling away and winking.

Kaoru smiled seductively, completely the opposite of Toshiya’s expectations, but Toshiya used it and walked back into the studio to get his bass, swaying his hips more than necessary.

As the door shut, Kyo burst out laughing again. "It looks like Kaoru has something for Toshiya!"

Die smiled and left to find Shinya. He found him about to leave. "Shinya!" Die called. Shinya looked back to see the guitarist pick up his guitar and walk over to him. Die put his arm around Shinya’s waist, making the drummer tense. "Let’s go."

"Where?"

"My place. I wanna talk."

"Okay."

Die raised an eyebrow. This is so not Shinya!

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"Shinya… You’ve been acting distant lately."

"Hounto?"

Die nodded. "What’s wrong?"

Shinya bit his lip. "No one likes me. Our fans hate me."

"What?! That’s not true! I like you!" He wanted to say, but held back. "What makes you think that?"

"You have the net, right?" Die nodded. "Get on and I’ll show you." Die got online and Shinya sat down, going to Jshock (yep, my site…). "It’s all in the fan fictions. This is the only site I’ve found something totally bad about anyone else, Toshiya if you wanna know, though I’ve only seen two sites…"

"What happens to Toshiya?"

"Yoshiki-san rapes him."

"Oh…"

"But the runner of this site wrote something else that isn’t posted on this site yet, but if you go to the links and here…" he clicked on the link to CSS[203] (VanillaMint’s site of course ^^) and went to the fanfics, "she has one here, I’ll let you read that, but first," he started pointing, "this makes me starve nearly to death, this makes me nearly drown, this one puts me to near death multiple times, this makes me scared like hell…"

"But, something always saves you, right?"

"Yeah, you…"

"Me?"

"Yeah…" he blushed for a quick second, "but read this one." He clicked on Yurameki.

Die read the fic, trying to hide anything, the fic was so sad! When he finished, he turned to Shinya. "How dare that writer!" (yeah, even Die hates me! Au! Sorry! Shinya is the only one that I could think of for that situation! This fic and the two following it are my "forgive me" fics!).

Shinya lowered his gaze. "They’re not all bad, but if I’m not dying or sick or other harmful thing, I’m being screwed!" He pouted. "But, there’s not many of me like that! Usually it’s Kyo and Yoshiki or Kaoru and you with Kaoru or Toshiya or Kaoru with Toshiya, but I rarely get any!"

"Do you think that’s how they think? That you don’t get much?" (Au! No! It’s just that it’s hard to write this couple!)

Shinya sulked. "Yeah, somehow they know!"

Die fell over. "What?"

"You don’t get much?!"

"No… sucks…"

Die went behind Shinya and hugged him. "You know, Shinya… If you want, we could…"

Shinya gasped.

"Try out one of these… for real…"

"But I don’t want to do it according to someone’s writing! That’d be… like it’s choreographed!"

"Then, we’ll make our own plot…"

Shinya turned around in the chair to face Die. "Really?"

"Hai."

Shinya grabbed Die’s hair that was hanging down and pulled him down to kiss him. "Die… this is great!"

"Eh? Dooishite?"

Shinya smiled seductively. "Because, I’ve lusted over you since the day we met."

Die lifted Shinya up and led him to his room. "Same here." Die sat at the foot of his bed and led Shinya down, Shinya straddling Die’s legs and taking the guitarist’s lips with his own. Die’s arms went around his waist, pressing their bodies closer. Shinya’s tongue prodded it’s way into his mouth and explored eagerly. Die’s tongue playfully met and fought with Shinya’s until Shinya pulled up, quickly taking off his own shirt before unbuttoning Die’s shirt, pulling it open and kissing in place of the buttons. He slid the shirt off and put Die’s wrists together with one hand and smiled as he took the shirt and tied the wrists together. "Shinya?"

Shinya smiled and tied the bound wrists to the bed post.

"You seem to be in much better spirits now."

Shinya cupped his hand over Die’s arousal and applied massaging pressure. "Same to you…" (yeah, Shinya, thought you were sad… oh well, thinking of screwing Die should make anyone happy!)

Die groaned in pleasure and his breathing became heavier and more labored. He arched into the touch. "Off…"

"What?"

"Take them off… my pants… damned cloth…"

Shinya smiled. "Certainly." He took his hand away and lowered his head to the zipper of Die’s pants, taking it in his teeth and pulling it down. He roughly pulled the pants down and threw them to the side, smiling at the Miffy boxers Die was wearing. (Cute cute!).

Die blushed. "Please save me the embarrassment by taking those off."

Shinya nodded. "Yes, we must grow up!" Shinya didn’t waste a second. As soon as Die was exposed, his tongue attacked Die’s arousal while his hands slid the boxers down.

Die wanted so much to take his hands and put them into Shinya’s hair, to pull him down lower on him, to use his whole mouth and not just his teasing tongue, but he couldn’t, even though he could feel that he was getting the binding looser. He arched up, but Shinya held him down. "Shinya!"

"Hai?"

"Please!"

"What? I can’t hear you. What is it that you want?"

"Please! Shinya! Not just…" he tried again to thrust up, but Shinya was so strong!

"I can’t hear you…" Shinya left Die and took off his own pants and boxers, smiling at Die’s arousal and face before crawling on top of Die and placing his lips centimeters away from the guitarist’s ear. "I can’t hear you at all…" he whispered seductively.

Die smiled and saw that Shinya’s ear was near his mouth as well, so he breathed hot air into it, causing the drummer to lower his ear nearer to the mouth. "I want you to take me, in your mouth…" he whispered huskily and licked Shinya, "and make me see stars…"

Shinya smiled. "Not yet…" he responded as he lowered to Die’s neck, kissing the skin harshly. Die moaned and wanted to run his hands over Shinya, wanted to feel the body he’d been dreaming about for so long, but the damned shirt! Die moaned as he felt Shinya’s teeth bite into his flesh and his fingernails trailing patterns down his chest. Shinya let the skin go and licked the mark it left behind before kissing back up and to Die’s lips.

Die roughly kissed the drummer back, wanting him to feel all the desire that was building up. He arched up, rubbing his ache against Shinya’s making the drummer gasp with lust. Die quickly took hold of Shinya’s lower lip, sucking and licking it before letting it go. Shinya pouted with his now-swollen lip and trailed a finger along Die’s lips, which lead to Die’s sucking on the finger as Shinya’s other hand explored his length lightly.

Shinya took out his finger and went back down to where his other hand was, and slowly took Die in his mouth while his finger covered in Die’s saliva slid into the guitarist. Die gasped and winced at the intrusion, but parted his legs and arched up, eager to help Shinya in any way he could. Shinya’s tongue and lips explored Die, and occasionally his teeth would graze him. Suddenly, Die bucked and Shinya knew his finger had found the right place.

He slid another finger in and rubbed that spot. Die whimpered softly and Shinya lifted his mouth from his length just long enough to say "I can’t hear you, let me hear how much you’re enjoying this."

Die thrust into Shinya’s mouth and against Shinya’s fingers at the same time, moaning loudly from the pleasure in both ends. He had managed to get his hands free just in time to grip the sheets for a final thrust into the drummer’s mouth as he came, Shinya swallowing every bit save for a little that went down the side of his mouth. Die lay gasping for air as the stars cleared and Shinya removed himself from the hot body.

When Die opened his eyes, Shinya was over him on all fours, gazing at him. Die noticed the bit of cum down the side of Shinya’s lips and wrapped his arms around Shinya’s neck, pulling him down to lick it off. Shinya then kissed Die deeply. Die was feeling tired, but he could still feel Shinya’s hardness, and so he wrapped his legs around the drummer’s waist. "Take me…"

"You sure?"

Die nodded. "I’d love it."

Shinya smiled. "So would I." He pulled Die up into a more sitting position as he slid in, Die screaming at first, as he wasn’t used to being "the girl". Shinya hesitated for a second, but Die nodded in encouragement and Shinya continued. When Die moaned, he knew he had gone deep enough and he began to thrust. Die wrapped his arms around the drummer and kissed his neck until Shinya came within him. Die sucked roughly on Shinya’s collarbone as Shinya tried to clear his now-white vision, and when Shinya pulled out, Die had left a hickey on the drummer.

Shinya smiled and collapsed on the bed, Die following. "That was fun…" the guitarist breathed.

"Yeah." Shinya wrapped his arms around the red haired man.

"So… was it like in the stories?" Die questioned.

"No…"

"What was different?"

"Well, usually you’re on top." Shinya smiled.

"Eh? Well, I usually am. Maybe we should do it that way tomorrow morning?"

Shinya nodded. "Okay."

Die smiled. "Oh, and Shinya?"

"Hmm?"

"I don’t hate you."

"I don’t hate you."

"I love you."

Shinya blinked and looked up to Die. "Really?" Die nodded. "Well, you’re probably just saying that cuz I fucked your brains out!" He laughed.

"No, I really do…" Die blushed. "Do you… have any feelings for me?"

Shinya smiled. "You’ll see in the morning. If I’m here when you wake, yes, if I’m not, no."

Die wrapped his arms tightly against the drummer. "I’ll make sure you’re here."

Shinya smiled. "Oyasumi."

***END***

Shinya: "Oooo! You don’t hate me!"

Die: "Yeah, she hates me! I’m not supposed to be fxxked! I’m supposed to fxxk!"