Title: Concerning Pools
Pairing: Kyo/Shinya established
Type: snarky, romantic-ish
Rating: R
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Begun: 11/16/05
Ended: 1/14/06
Disclaimer: I am not a member of Dir en grey. I do not own a member of Dir en grey – though wouldn’t that be a treat? I do not know a member of Dir en grey, or any of their staff. All content in this story is original, and following guidelines set by the requester (all listed at the end of the story). Any similarity to a real-life event, yours or Dir en grey’s, is purely coincidental, and I am NOT making any money from this.
Warnings: Well, we’ve got a romantic, yaoi-full, R rated story on our hands. If the description doesn’t hurt your brain, then the story probably will. You are henceforth reading the story of your own violation, and I will accept absolutely no responsibility whatsoever if you come away with mental trauma of any sort. I will probably laugh about it, though. It’s also been a very long time since I last wrote a Dir en grey fic – I may have lost my touch. Oh yeah – and beware a lame title.
Most people would probably have been startled – or at least intrigued enough to look up from their other activities – when a short bundle of energy bounced around the room chanting: “A bre~eak, a bre~eak, we get a bre~eak.”
The other four members of Dir en grey and their staff, however, were not most people. Kaoru sighed heavily around the cigarette in his mouth and rubbed his temples. Die laughed and took a deep drag from his own cigarette, leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes. Toshiya rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of make up remover from the table and settling down to wash up. Shinya offered an amused half-smile and resumed his routine of post-concert stretches to relieve his aching joints. All five laughed inwardly at the poor wardrobe staffers who were unlucky enough to have to deal with Kyo – especially who had to undress him.
“Kyo-san! Please calm down for just a moment.”
It was, at this point, a routine plea that Kyo very cheerfully ignored without fail. “I can do it myself!” he insisted, running around the room, leading the frazzled man and woman in circles.
“Yes, we know, but – ”
“Three, two, one,” Toshiya muttered, lighting up and leaning back on the counter.
Die picked his head up, cracking his eyes open. And, following the routine, the pleas were cut off as the singer pulled off his shirt – almost hard enough to pull the buttons from the cloth – and tossed it on the floor, where it was immediately pounced on by one of the waiting attendants.
“See?” Kyo asked, puffing out his chest as if he were proud of himself.
“Kyo,” Kaoru cut in, sending a withering glare in the direction of his friend. According to his own after-concert routine, the lead guitarist was settled in the chair he’d claimed for himself with his second cigarette already half-way smoked, looking for all the world like he owned the place.
It never failed to amuse Shinya that the particular Kaoru Keep-That-Up-And-I’ll-Smother-You-And-I-Know-Where-You-Sleep Glare never failed to work, even after all the years that they’d been together. The normally devious singer immediately became docile enough, albeit not without his usual grumbling, for the wardrobe attendants to remove his boots and pants and fold them for storage.
Every time, Shinya thought, smiling to himself.
Undressing and unwinding went smoothly after that, as it always did. Kaoru finished his second cigarette and grabbed a face cloth to remove his stage make-up. Die sat back and enjoyed his after-concert massage, eyes closed in total relaxation, and Toshiya practically melted under the hair-dressers’ ministrations as his hair was taken down – to the point where ash would fall from his cigarette without him tapping it off.
“All right, everyone. Be ready to move out soon. I want to get back to the hotel and sleep, so I can start my break bright and early.” Kaoru announced, when he finished, standing.
“Only you, Kaoru, only you,” Toshiya sighed dramatically, shaking his head and clucking his tongue. He put out what was left of his cigarette and stood, stretching out. “The whole purpose of a break is to relax, and this one wants to get up with the sun.”
“I’ve got books to read,” the lead guitarist said airily, turning on his heel and marching out the door, knowing the rest of the band would follow him.
“Books on accounting, I’m sure,” the rhythm guitarist grinned.
“Or on botany, perhaps,” Shinya threw in blandly.
“Or on the art of keeping a straight face,” Kyo snorted.
“Or on band management,” the bassist said with a laugh.
“Or how to kill band-mates without being caught,” Kaoru shot back at all of them, deadly serious tone belied by his tiredly amused smile, holding the venue entrance door open.
The five filed out, all falling silent as the sanctuary of their van called to them and, after the usual shuffling about as they got into their seats, they allowed themselves to finally relax. There was a comfortable silence as they drove, each man caught somewhere between alertness and blissful laziness, and when the van parked in front of their hotel and Shinya jerked awake (when had he fallen asleep?), he found that Kyo’s head was resting on his shoulder.
Kyo drool. Wonderful, the drummer snorted to himself with a fond smile. He shifted his shoulder pointedly, jarring the singer out of sleep and earning himself an adorable glare muddled by sleepiness. “We’re here. Unless you’d prefer sleeping in the car,” he said quietly.
“Ch’,” Kyo muttered, moving extra slowly out of the car.
Shinya sighed and rolled his eyes, muttering, “Oversized baby,” as he followed Kyo out.
“I heard that.”
“I wanted you to.”
“You say the sweetest things, you know?”
“I’m a romantic,” the drummer dead panned.
“Awww, are the lovers having a lover’s spat?” Die snickered behind them.
“As if,” Shinya sighed dramatically, jerking his chin at the singer, “You have not yet begun to see this one pout.”
“I do not pout.”
“Sulk, then.”
Kyo stuck out his bottom lip, “Don’t do that, either.”
Shinya and Die shared a glance. Die grinned. Shinya raised an eyebrow. Both of them laughed and shook their heads at the same time. Kaoru decided to ignore it. Kyo whined.
“Right. Not pouting my ass, Kyo,” Toshiya snorted. The bassist ruffled Kyo’s hair, grinning when the shorter man smacked his hand away, “You are an oversized baby.”
“You’re all just against me,” Kyo snapped.
“Yes, Kyo, you caught us,” Kaoru interrupted, his voice never changing from a droll boredom, “This is one big conspiracy against you, to tarnish your reputation. Soon all the world will be made to think that you are merely a child in need of a hug rather than the monster you attempt to portray.”
“Noooooooooooooooo!” the singer wailed dramatically.
The five quieted when they entered the hotel lobby, and remained silent until they reached the front desk, and their manager, who nodded his head in greeting and held out three keys, “Who wants to be alone?”
Kaoru grabbed it before anyone could even say anything, let alone move. The others blinked as their sleep-deprived brains tried to process the action, looking blankly at each other. Then, as one, they shrugged. Shinya took one key and Toshiya another.
“I call Shinya,” Kyo declared.
“Didn’t see that one coming,” Die muttered.
“Who would?” Toshiya muttered in return, turning towards the elevator bank.
They reached their floor and headed to their rooms, muttering goodnights over their shoulders between the yawns that were starting to catch up to them. The rooms were large and in the smoking section; much to Shinya’s disgust. He allowed Kyo to enter before him – who did so gleefully, turning on every light as he went farther in – and stopped to take off his shoes before heading farther into the room. Kyo was already sprawled on the bed and reviewing the hotel’s list of features.
“There’s an indoor pool,” the short man said, tossing a suggestive look over his shoulder that the drummer chose to ignore in favor of opening his suitcase and searching for his pajamas.
“There are indoor pools in many hotels.”
“Yeah, but this one is open almost all day, and has a hot tub.”
“Hot tubs are bad for your health.”
“Only if you’re in for too long.”
“Or if you smoke.”
Kyo rolled onto his back, sending the brochure crashing to the floor, “Tch. Ruin my fun, why don’t you?”
“I will,” Shinya agreed, sliding his shirt over his head, “I’m going to take a shower, you need the bathroom?”
“Nah, go ahead.”
Despite intentions of taking a long shower, just because he could, old habits annoyingly died hard and Shinya was done in five minutes. Kyo, in typical Kyo fashion, had done what Shinya found impossible to do and was deeply asleep – and still in his clothes. The drummer sighed and clicked off the light over Kyo’s head and slipped into his pajamas before taking off Kyo’s shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. The singer showed no signs of consciousness, so Shinya was a little rougher than necessary when putting him under the covers. Then he slipped in beside him, wrapping his arms around Kyo and snuggling close, and slowly dropped off to sleep.
“Oi, Shinya! Wakey-wakey, Shin-chan!”
The drummer swatted sleepily at what he assumed must be an annoying figment of his imagination. Unfortunately, this particular figment didn’t want to go away. Rather, it grabbed his arms, preventing him from swatting at it further, and put its mouth next to his ear.
“SHINYA!!!”
The drummer shot up in bed, his eyes wide, heart pounding, and hair frazzled. He turned to Kyo, bloody murder in his eyes; he wondered vaguely if his face was red like in cartoons. “Don’t DO that.”
“Don’t do what?” Kyo asked, innocence shining in his eyes, backing away swiftly from his band mate and taking the bed sheets with him.
Shinya groaned and flopped back down, “If you weren’t integral to our success as musicians, I’d have killed you a long time ago. I hope you know that.”
“Nah, you love me too much.”
“Of course I don’t. You’re a bastard.”
“I’m your bastard.”
“You’re a cliched bastard.”
“Bah, you’re no fun. C’mon. Spend the day in the pool with me!”
“You woke me up for a swim?”
“I woke you up to spend a day with your boyfriend.”
Shinya lolled his head to the side to look at Kyo, and crooked a finger at him, “Come over here and make it worth my while.”
Kyo grinned ferally, all but pounced on the bed, crawling up until he was perched over Shinya. He lowered his head slowly, meshing their lips together. No matter how many times they’d kissed, and they’d kissed many times, both men liked to take the time to relearn the other. Relearn what their lips felt like, relearn what the other tasted like, relearn what it was like to be held by the other. It was, they’d figured out long ago, the best way to stay grounded in the midst of the craziness they called their life. It was also the best way to keep the others in their places, Shinya thought idly, and his lips twitched up in a smirk.
Kyo noticed immediately, “What’s funny, eh?”
“You,” the drummer dead panned.
“Bah! I’m not funny! I’m the scariest monster in the world!!!” the shorter man proclaimed, pulling back and settling on his knees so he was sitting on Shinya’s abdomen. He struck a pose that had Shinya laughing under him.
“You’re one of the heaviest monsters, if nothing else.”
“Oh. ...” Kyo gasped in mock-horror, but his face quickly dissolved into a much more intent expression and the drummer could see the wheels beginning to turn in his lover’s head. Kyo slowly lowered himself back down, taking his time in crawling back Shinya’s chest, brushing his fingers lightly over the smooth, bare skin, “You did not just say that.”
“I rather think I did,” the drummer said around a shudder.
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“Enlighten me.”
“It means ...” Kyo started, leaning down so his lips brushed Shinya’s ear, “that ...” he brought a finger up to his mouth and stuck it in his mouth while his lover was distracted, “you get ...” and holding Shinya’s free arm down, the singer stuck his wet finger into Shinya’s ear, wiggling it around and laughing as the younger man shrieked, “a wet willy!”
“AAHHH! KYO! I’m going to kill you!”
“Only if you catch me!” the singer chirped, jumping away and springing off the bed, already half-way to the door by the time Shinya managed to sit up and get off the bed.
“You little bastard,” the drummer griped half-heartedly.
“Ah, but you love me.”
“And every day I ask myself why.”
Kyo made a show of gripping his heart in pain and anguish, “Oh, Shinya, you wound me. I think ... I ... I can’t live ... knowing ... how you truly ... hate me,” he dropped to his knees on the floor, reaching an arm out in supplication.
“You drama queen. You know I don’t hate you. I’d have left a long time ago if I did.”
“Oh, fine. Don’t play along,” the singer pouted, crossing his arms.
Shinya sighed, a smile tugging at his lips even as he rolled his eyes, “Right, right. I mean. Oh, no. How could I have been so cruel? Whatever can I do to make it up to you?”
“Will you do anything?”
“Within reason.”
Kyo jumped up, “Then come swimming with me.”
“Are you still on about the swimming?”
“You thought I forgot about it?”
Shinya walked over and held out a hand, helping his boyfriend up, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ll go swimming. Lemme get my trunks.”
“But I want you naked.”
“This is a hotel swimming pool, not some fantasy-set secluded woodland pond, moron,” the drummer laughed, “If you’d rather get kicked out of the hotel than swim, be my guest, but I’m not risking it.”
“You’re no fun.”
“And you’re crazy,” Shinya retorted, pulling off his pajamas pants and pulling on his swim trunks. “C’mon. Trunks or no swimming.”
With much theatrical muttering, grumbling and pouting that left Shinya wondering where the hell the short man got so much energy in the morning, Kyo complied and went about getting dressed. The drummer grabbed two of the big towels, knowing from experience that the ones at the pool would be far to small to be of any actual help with drying off, and waited by the door while Kyo grabbed their room-key and his watch.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” Kyo shouted, running and jumping into the pool with the intent to splash as much water as possible out of it.
“Last one in gets to see first one in come up sputtering in pain,” Shinya muttered, dropping their towels onto a chair.
Indeed, two seconds later the shorter man came up for air, clutching at his side and cursing under his breath.
“That hurt!”
“That’s what happens when you belly-flop.”
“Bah, come in here and nurse my wounds.”
“Come out here and I’ll pretend to care.”
“You’re so cold to me, Shinya-chan.”
“How else am I to teach you proper survival, you cute little boy, you?” Shinya asked sweetly, snickering at the pouting glare sent immediately his way.
“You’re lucky this place is empty, drummer boy.”
“You’re lucky we’re rich enough they won’t kick us out immediately, monster.”
Shinya dipped a toe into the water, and, satisfied that he wouldn’t get cold shock upon entering, lowered himself into the pool. He let himself sink to the bottom, watching Kyo swim around for a moment before the chlorine got too strong for his eyes and he was forced to close them. He opened them again not three seconds later when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Kyo’s face grinned back at him in greeting, and Shinya felt his lips twitch up in a smile. Then Kyo was pressed against him, legs wrapped around Shinya’s waist, and was kissing him as hard as the water would allow. They swam up together when the need to breathe got too strong.[1]
“You ...” Shinya gasped, “are so weird.”
“But you like it.”
The drummer hummed his agreement, reaching out spontaneously and grabbing his boyfriend up into another kiss. Kyo responded with equal ardor, jamming his tongue into Shinya’s mouth with little ceremony, and neither man stopped until they realized they’d sunk back under. This time they resurfaced laughing.
“Perhaps we should head off to the shallower end,” Shinya muttered.
“Indeed.”
And they did. And as soon as Shinya’s feet touched the ground, it seemed, Kyo was back on top of him, threading fingers through his wet hair and kissing him so hard the drummer wondered if maybe they’d be stuck together. He dutifully trudged forward until he found the steps leading back out of the pool and lowered himself onto them, keeping Kyo in his arms as he did so. The vocalist hooked a leg around the stair rail to help keep himself from floating away, and Shinya laughed inwardly, trying to imagine what they must look like to someone coming in. Then Kyo’s hands were on his chest, trailing upwards until they reached his shoulders, and he was being pulled up into another kiss, and he decided that he didn’t really care. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed by the little noise of disappointment he made when the shorter man broke the kiss and pulled back a centimetre.
“Na, Shinya,” Kyo murmured against the drummer’s lips.
“Hmm?”
“I love you, you know.”
“Yeah,” the taller man agreed, wrapping an arm around Kyo’s waist and pulling him down. He marveled for an instant how odd the feeling was, “I love you, too. ... What brings this on?”
Kyo shrugged, “Thought maybe I didn’t say it enough. I mean ... ”
Shinya placed his fingers on Kyo’s lips gently, effectively startling the shorter man into being quiet. He snickered gently all the while and shook his head, “Didn’t I tell you at the beginning? I don’t need to hear it. I didn’t then, I don’t now. However often or not you want to say it, it’s fine by me. If you, however, want me to say it more ...”
“And have you go getting mushy and sweet on me?” Kyo snorted, taking the drummer’s fingers into his mouth, his eyes sparkling, “Bah. I’d’ve gotten a girl if I wanted that.”
“Good. And now that we’re clear on that ...” Shinya glanced over Kyo’s shoulder, noting that the pool was still surprisingly empty. There was a young couple on the other end of the pool, but they were quite engaged in themselves, and an old man was lounging in a chair with a book – the drummer figured none of them would be paying too much attention to anyone else. Perhaps getting up early did have its advantages. He pushed Kyo off him, ignoring the strange look he was receiving, and moved up one step. “Have you ever had sex in a pool?”
The shorter man stared, jaw working without producing sound for nearly a minute before he managed to connect his brain to his mouth again, “ ... Have I what?!”
“Had sex in a pool. I would’ve thought that was a fairly straight-forward question.”
Kyo’s gaze suddenly turned very predatory – something that probably should have at least made Shinya anxious about what was coming. As it was, all the drummer felt was a thrill of excitement that sent tingles through his skin and set the hair on the back of his neck on edge. He smiled as Kyo advanced on him, pressing their bodies together.
“Why Shinya,” the singer said, his voice dipping to a low growl, “you naughty ... naughty little boy. Sex,” he drawled out the world, “in a public space?” He trailed fingers slowly up and down Shinya’s chest, “I’d never have thought it of you.”
“Maybe you don’t think enough, then,” Shinya whispered, wrapping long legs around Kyo’s waist, “So? What do you say?”
“I say ...” Kyo smirked, reaching his hand down and grabbing Shinya’s penis. He squeezed it, relishing in the muffled groan he got in return, “a hearty yes.”
NOTES:
[1] And, in my opinion, this should be the only situation in which the need to breathe gets too strong. Remember, folks – that’s what noses are for.
Criteria:
1 - Band
2 - Dir en grey
3 - One shot
4 - Romance (With a bit of Hurt/Comfort in it, if possible)
5 - NC-17
6 - Yaoi pairing
7 - Kyo x Shinya
8 - When: Normal time line; Where: A tour hotel in Japan, in the swimming pool