Th title says it all. This little piece of fiction is made up, but still contains wishes, moments I want to become true.
Kyo, in this case, is Dir En Grey's vocalist. You should give them a listen, if you don't know them.
It was the same as always. We were sitting around in your room, getting drunk, listening to music and were just enjoying the good time we had. It was dark outside by now. Of course it was, keeping in mind that the clock said that it was far past midnight.
We hardly meet over the week, because I have university to attend, to study and to keep in contact with people I met at the university, so that I can use them when they're needed.
You yourself have to work, earn money by making people feel pain, piercing needles trough their skin. I told you once that it's a lovely way to earn a living. You chuckled and agreed, taking a drag from your cigarette; inhaling the poisonous smoke.
Therefore we meet up at the weekends, mostly starting Friday, when we both have free time. I'd drop by at your workplace, when I feel like doing so or when I'm nearby; after I took a walk through Tokyo's streets I came to love.
"We shouldn't be so lazy. Let's go out tomorrow evening or something like that. I have the urge to go to a concert.", I said while leaning back against the wall, sitting on your bed and enjoying Kyo's marvelous noises, coming out of your laptop speakers.
You didn't look at me, while you took a sip out of the bottle you're holding, answering shortly after. You snickered a bit, before the words finally left your lips. "Sure, why not. As long as you aren't too picky, it shouldn't be hard to find a nice concert to attend." I responded, mumbling that I wasn't even that picky with music and bands, which made you snicker even more. I also couldn't hold back a sound of amusement and chuckled a bit myself.
I couldn't help it. I felt good when I'm around you and I felt happy, when I knew that you were having a good time. Same goes for you, what you have told me one or the other time; which makes us a good match up. Or that's at least what I'm thinking.
After this short conversation, we both went quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was smoothening and good, which was the reason why I ended up closing my eyes, to keep this moment locked in my memory.
I don't know how long I sat there, just calming down and enjoying the moment, but when I opened my eyes I was frightened, making a weird sound, flinching. The reason? You. I had my legs crossed the whole time, so that you could sit directly in front of my. What you did; while looking at me, your face close to mine. "Fuck you! Don't fucking do this what the fuck?!", I yelled after I got myself together. You hardly reacted to my words and my slightly unamused look. The only thing I got from you was this cocky grin I loved so much.
You reminded me of a cat, every time I saw you like this. Your eyes slightly closed, a cattish grin, exposing your teeth, your black hair ruffled and wild. Your make-up made your face features sharp, your eyes looking a bit more Asian than they already do. And I adored it.
I knew what you wanted, what you were longing for. We both were in this situation way too often, so of course I knew what was going to happen. But even though, I didn't react or gave you any sign of agreement. I wanted you to react on your own and wanted to see how long it would take you until you can't endure this simple way of teasing anymore.
You knew that I would speak up if anything happened that I'm not okay with. But you still have always been waiting for my agreement, concerning the first step. I always adored you for not pushing me, being patient.
The music was long forgotten, so were the drinks. Everything seems like it wasn't existing, when I looked into your eyes, feeling the tension that started building up between us. I usually hated it, and you knew it. I disliked the feeling from my heart beating faster, my stomach turning into knots and my mind not being able think straight. I didn't like it, but you knew that I wouldn't mind, if you're the person who made me feel this way.
So I ended up slightly smiling, giving you the sign you have been waiting for.
From that point on it went quite fast. You kissed me, I kissed you, biting your lip, greedy to taste the red fluid that keeps you alive. At the same time I tried to be careful, because I've never been in the mood to damage your precious piercings. You knew this and always felt teased by my way of behavior towards these simple pieces of metal.
"I can re-do them anytime. Don't mind them, they're not important.", was what you said once after I stopped, because I was afraid to mess your Eskimo piercing up. This wasn't helping me though, because I still felt my teeth clashing with it, remembering my worries.
But I stopped thinking about it after a while, because my heart was beating faster and I wasn't able anymore to think about something without losing focus.
As the kissing continued I could feel your hands on my hips, sliding under my black shirt, teasing my skin. I loved the way your black polished nails scratched over my sides and my hipbones. The feeling was marvelous and made me shutter, which you realized. You started to chuckle and place your legs on each side of mine, ending up sitting in my lap. Seconds later our kiss broke, because we were both desperate to get some more air in our lungs.
My arms are laid around your waist, fingers intertwined on your back. My greyish eyes gazed over your face. Your lips were already swollen, your mouth was slightly open and your eyes half closed. Seeing you like this always made me grin, which also happened in this moment. But I wasn't the only one. Your lips curved into a wicked smirk while you looked at me. "You're cute.", you said, which was the second I realized what you meant. I was probably as red as a tomato, which made me even redder, because I was starting to get embarrassed. I heard you chuckling again, which made me a little grumpy and whiny at the same time. My voice sounded even whinier than I had planned to, when I opened my mouth and said: "Izumi, stop teasing." Your answer was a simple 'No', sounding quite cold and distracted. But I knew how you meant it, so I didn't care. I had planned to answer you, but hadn't even a chance. From one second to another I could feel your lips on my neck, shortly followed by teeth and a pleasing suck. My lungs sucked up needed air, while your teeth were digging deeper and deeper into my skin and a satisfying pain rushed through my body. I shivered, groaned for a short time, while goosebumps started to design my skin. "Fuck", I mumbled, before I closed my eyes and let my hands wander under your shirt.
I ran the tips of my fingers over your lower back, starting to scratch it after a few moments. While doing so I could feel a grin starting to form on your lips, while you let out a pleased, silent groan, intensifying the pressure of your teeth.
I don't know how long it took, but at a specific point I could feel something pouring out of the wound you caused. In that moment the pain reached a level that made me whimper. Your name started ghosting over my lips and your tongue started to lick the red fluid away that gushed from the wound, making me feel a burning sensation. Your black nails are still stuck in the hip of mine, not moving an inch from their place. Your tongue, though, does said thing instead. I could feel the tip of you warm and wet muscle making it's way up to my jawline, which you pleased with slight bites, nibbling at the skin. I couldn't hold back a slight snicker, when I thought about how true this shitty 'Is it getting hotter in here?'-sentence was, because it really felt like the temperature has risen significantly.
This slight amusement was able to let my head kick in again, which thought that it would be good to ruin this moment. All of a sudden I started thinking about the situation and about one or the other love-cliché that I hated so damn much, every time I saw it in movies or read about it in books. Realizing that we were literally the personification of said clichés. This paradox involved the snicker into a slight laugh, which made you stop covering me in love bites.
You looked at me instead, having a puzzled expression all over your face. You furrowed your non-existing brows, while muttering: "The fuck?" This little comment alone made me laugh even more for a second, before I got myself back together. You still looked at me in confusion, probably waiting for an explanation but instead just getting a smile. While smiling I changed the position of my arms, laying them around your neck lazily. I let my eyes ghost over your face, before they stopped at the pierced lips of yours, my urge to kiss them rising again.
Without answering your question I just went on continuing where we stopped. I captured your lower lip between mine, sucking on it, beginning adding teeth shortly after. While the kiss intensified I could hear a short moan from you, which made me pull you in even closer, fisting your hair with my left hand. My teeth started to capture the thin layers of skin of your lip again and slightly pulled at them, having the urge to make you bleed.
While biting and kissing you I stopped thinking and stopped minding your piercings, which was the reason for the upcoming happening. I bit on your piercing, teeth slipping from the silver ball, sinking into the soft reddish flesh. You gasped again, while I could taste the red fluid that started running out of the wound. As soon as the metallic taste collided with my tongue I couldn't go on restraining myself anymore. I pulled you in even closer, intensified my grip on your raven hair and kissed you harder, more willingly. You seemed to appreciate that, because you yourself got more into it and started to get rougher. Your nails had started to mark their way from my ribcage downwards to my hips, leaving red, slightly bloody streaks. My shirt therefore was anything but in the right place. One could hardly say that I still wore it the way I wore it some minutes ago. It was messily tugged upwards, exposing everything between my chest and my hips. My stomach was still graced with a bite mark I got from you a week ago. I ended up complaining about it, because my roommate saw it and couldn't shut up mentioning it and asking questions. It wasn't the mark itself I disliked; it was my annoying roommate's reaction to it, which made me wish that it wouldn't be there. This slight anger was blown away shortly afterwards though, because you pulled your cocky grin and said that I, now that my roommate knows about it, don't have to hide it anymore and that you now could do what you wanted, where you wanted.
At first I was still skeptical, thinking that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to mark me on visible spots. But I stopped caring after a short period of time, to be honest. The reason was the feeling that rushed through my body, whenever I felt your teeth and your lips on my throat.
We pulled away from each other, cheeks red, breathing hard and fast. We both needed air in our lungs, desperately. While doing so I leaned over, touching your collarbones with my forehead, loosening the grip in your hair. My heart was beating so hard and fast that it felt like it'd jump out of my chest any second. I hated this feeling.
I could sense your arms circling around my shoulders, holding me close, while I calmed down a bit. My urge to continue our little play of pain, blood and lust was still existent, but my always tired body started to act up, demanding the sleep I wouldn't need anyway. The sleep that never made me feel rested. The sleep that is stealing all the precious time I could spend with you. I hated my body for being this way and I hated the illness that started it. But then again, this illness was what, thinking about it, brought us together in the first place. Which made it lovable again, don't you think?
I'm not fluent in English and therefore hope that I didn't make too many mistakes.
I hope you enjoyed reading.