Tourin\' the Bus

A/N: I’d love feedback. I want to know what works and doesn’t in this story. I want to be a writer and whatever will help me pick up my skills and fix the broken factors will be greatly appreciated.

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The atmosphere of the bar was made lively by the clamor and celebratory attitude in the air. Voices swelled and died in sweet harmony, reeking of the non-stop music that had begun around four and had yet to cease.

For one night, the whole place had been rented out and only the closest to the band could get in. So everyone ranging from their producer, Oda-san, to Sin’s girlfriend, Maiko, and more filled the small bar to attend a lively after-party in the little suburbs of Kyoto.

Breathing in the husky air of sweaty bodies and stale beer stirred a rather enjoyable passion within him. He sat at the bar stand and just watched the people walk by laughing, every now and again making it a point to nod his head in acknowledgement in response to a call. Currently, he rest nonchalantly against the table, but it was a far cry from the racing ride his heart had been during their concert.

With the new songs he had written only three shows ago, Kaine was far off from actually having practiced. In fact, Die noticed, he had avoided Die like the plague the whole last month unless absolutely necessary—which led to his fair share of awkward moments including trapping their fickle red-head diva in a public bathroom stall until he got a guarantee that Kaine would come to practice. He had to wait outside the stall, quietly, because he knew Kaine would try to slip out the bathroom window if he could make it.

The songs had gone relatively well with Kaine half wandering on his own path with the lyrics, but the look he sent Die when he did so cued him in that he was doing it with the intention of irking him. Actually, he’d failed to even get on to Kaine about his betrayal because the crowd had roared so loud. They ended up staying for three encores, so how could Die have possibly held it to Kaine?

He let his gaze fall upon the partying singer, who was currently immersed in a game of poker with their bassist, Raichi. Die couldn’t help but feel as if Kaine was from one of those shows where a doll comes to life. He looked so perfect with his delicate features, scarlet hair, beautiful eyes, and that confident smirk— he was positive that was a set feature on Kaine. Die wondered where he’d ever had the luck of finding such a perfect vessel for his lyrics.

But then great luck is closely tailed by worse fortunes, and Kaine proved to be no different in the vicious cycle.

His attention was called to by the loud clinking of a fork on glass. He swished his attention up to the area the sound had originated from only to quickly look back over as Raichi yelled ‘damn it!!’ a little too loud. The small round table toppled over and crashed on the floor. A rather embarrassed Raichi muttered an apology as Kaine gathered the money Raichi just lost from the floor.

A small clearing of the throat pulled everyone’s attention back to Sin, who was standing on the stage at Die’s left. He raised his glass of imported beer high, “Cheers!”, and in one gulp had swallowed down his choice of liquid poison.

Raichi laughed and almost dropped the table back to the floor. “Moron, you have to cheer something!” He motioned to the bartender to get three cold ones (to replace Sin’s, and Kaine’s and his after the table accident) and to fix the table he knocked over back to its upright position. Taking the fresh beer from the bartender with a small thank you, Raichi sloshed some of the beer down his arm as he shot it into the air in salute, “To Oda-san!”

He had the glass half to his lips when Die’s laughter caught his attention, Raichi looked over in curiosity and slowly everyone followed suit. “Yes, Oda-san has been a huge blessing to our band, but she’s not why we’re here! To the Endorphines!”

The crowd cheered the name and some had clinked their glasses together in celebration. But, as seemed to be fashionable at the moment, they were near to swallowing their alcoholic beverages when another laugh halted the process. Die turned to rest his eyes once more upon their enthralling, red-head singer.

His hazel eyes rested upon Die and the squeezing feeling in his gut told him this comment was going to go a bad direction. “If only that were true, Die. Oda-san has been the strings pulling us all the way to the top. Money and sex are the only two things that can get you anywhere in this game. At least we have one.”

Die chewed his cigarette butt annoyed. No one else was bound to get what Kaine was saying but him. If they had gotten there because of money, then the members themselves would be shelling out cash to pay their own ways and have nothing with which to be able to afford their pricey, little gizmos— including his own car. But seeing as they had it, Kaine was referring to having slept with their producer, Oda-san. He was again attributing their success to his flaunted sexuality and undermining his songs, their talent, and everything else they worked for.

He wasn’t going to raise hell over it. Die had realized a long time ago that Kaine loved to do things to irk him. Kaine claimed it was because Die was ‘much more entertaining when… [he] got worked up’. Today had gone far better than Die had suspected and he wasn’t about to pull it down around his own ears because of an asshole remark he knew to be false. At least, he hoped it was…

“So, to Oda-san!” Kaine went on, “Because a pretty face is exactly what can send us to the top.” He raised his glass and the whole bar drank with him, except Die, who just swirled his drink absent-mindedly in his hand. What a backhanded comment that was. Instead of complimenting Oda, Kaine made it a point to now contribute a bit of their success to his own appearance.

“What’s got your briefs in a bunch?” He had hardly noticed Kaine walk over to him and he cussed as a bit of liquor slid over his chest.

“Damn it, Kaine!”

“Don’t blame me for your own clumsiness, Die. Oh, I see you’re still upset.” His laugh was crystalline. Die dropped the glare and took on a rather bored expression. Apparently, Kaine felt like playing tonight.

“No, Kaine, I’m not. In fact, I was just thinking of how I was going to congratulate you on practicing— oh no, wait. That was Raichi and Sin…” He made it a point to knock his hand briefly against Kaine’s chin and a smug grin occupied his face.

“Ah, well, some of us are naturally talented—“

“And the rest sleep with the producers.” Die growled through gritted teeth. Kaine smiled at him brightly. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to go to the bathroom.”

He pushed past Kaine and briefly heard a chuckle escape his pale lips. Handing his liquor to Raichi, who probably had already had too many, he slammed the men’s bathroom door open and marched in. He put his hands on both sides of the sink and stared fixedly at the silver drain stopper at the bottom of the cracked, white porcelain.

Raising his eyes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He hardly recognized himself through the stray black locks hanging in front of his face, but then he felt somewhat disconnected from himself at the moment.

He strayed over to the urinal and unzipped his fly. Maybe he should just leave the bar for some fresh air. He could always go to the tour bus and lay down, so he could gather up the energy to deal with Kaine.

Zipping his fly, he washed his hands quickly and, noticing no available towels, dried his hands on his jeans. He walked over to the window in the bathroom and measured it height with his eyes. He was sure it was tall enough to let him through. He took a running start and found his hands on the sill of his escape. Clicking it open, he pulled himself out of the window to fall head first into the trash dump beneath.

He groaned. Pulling himself out of the dumpster, he brushed the banana peel from his shoulder and hoped to God that he had not just stuck his knee in throw up. Luckily, the bus Foxy Pro had rented for them contained a small shower…

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Kaine took another drink of his ale before taking Oda’s wine bottle from her hand and taking a swig. He spit it out at her in disgust at the combination between ale and wine, but she happened to move just in time. She glared at him, but she wasn’t about to yell at her star when he was bringing in so much money. And it wasn’t like he had done something that would cost her father’s company money…

Sin laughed at Maiko, who had apparently just flashed him, and Kaine internally laughed at his friend’s stupidity. He had no idea why Sin would believe him when he told him wine was less alcoholic than beer. Of course, he’d shown doubt, but it was easily dispersed when Kaine said he read it was in a recent magazine.

Raichi was currently occupied with dancing upon a table with his shirt off, shaking his hips to the music blaring over the intercom. Kaine chuckled. It would be the perfect opportunity for him to slip off and execute his plan.

He could already see how angry Die would be when he found their transportation gone. In fact, he half wondered how far Die would go to track him down either to lecture him or to murder him. He was almost positive that Die would take the first route, because, although he felt he had power in controlling the singer, he had no physical control of this power and it had its own will.

He hummed, twirling the keys around his index finger as he made his way through the parking lot to the bus that had housed them for almost five weeks now. Die had been responsible for the keys, but he could be easily distracted at times and the beer he had in his hand when Kaine approached him had served its purpose. He had been able to stick his hand into the guitarist’s pants and remove the keys from their sleepy depths.

Kaine unlocked the driver door and, with a little effort, pulled himself up on the first step to catapult himself into the van. He shut the door with a loud crack and sat in the plush seat laughing. Die was so going to blow a fuse over this!

The red-head wiped his eyes and got up from the seat to get to the back of the van. He opened the door separating the driver and the first passenger from the rest of the car— a special request of Die’s to keep himself from having to see Kaine, except when necessary. He walked over to the bunk where he was staying, the one directly above their ever-brewing bassist, and slung his jacket carelessly upon it.

Going back to the front, Kaine shut the door behind himself and shoved the key into its proper place. The first turn of the key got a nasty crackling from the van’s somewhat used engines and Kaine hoped it wouldn’t choose to die like it did back in Tokyo… The second turn led the engine to jump and then die just as suddenly. He sighed and closed his eyes as he counted to three to give it time in between. Turning once more, the car engine roared to life and Kaine waited with abated breathe only because he was sure someone had heard the van burst into life.

Pushing down on the brake, Kaine removed the emergency break and shifted the car into drive. Slowly releasing the brake, he felt a joy surge through his slightly nerve-wracked body when the car began to drift forwards. He laughed as he slammed his foot over the gas pedal.

He pulled out of the parking lot smoothly and honked as a salutation to the band mates he just ditched. No one was bound to realize that the horn had not been a close call, but rather a stolen vehicle.

The roads were rather empty, but Kaine only expected that since tonight was a week day and most people had work to attend to tomorrow. Also, it was probably better this way, since Kaine knew for a fact that he was a poor, drunk driver. And after that one incident in the Shibuya district of Tokyo, Die refused to even let Kaine drive— sober or drunk.

He took a corner too fast and he felt the grind of the car beneath him as it moaned from the pressure. Kaine shivered with excitement. He gripped the wheel a little tighter and half wished he had good company with which to enjoy this moment.

His stomach turned violently as he watched a stop sign speed past him. He turned his eyes back to the road and fought down the urge to vomit out his insides. The smell would only nauseate him and his driving sucked right now as it was. Or that was the impression he got from the unpleasant ‘jackass’ that someone screamed at him over their horn. Oh well, Oda surely wouldn’t mind shelling out a little more money to bribe the cops to let Kaine do as he pleased. Although he was of half the mind that she would let him die if he got into an accident at this precise moment.

Kaine watched the highway sign pass overhead. He couldn’t help but wonder where he was going to go, but right now it was all about the experience. In fact, he did have a destination! He was going to drive the car until it ran out of gas and died wherever it felt like. That way, Die could come pick him up and possibly stop the severe depression cycle that would eat at him after he came down. Maybe that would prevent Die from screaming at him while he suffered through what was bound to be a hangover tomorrow.

Drifting over into the other lane, Kaine started singing through a chorus of something or other that he knew Die had written. He was making up the melody though. Die had yet to present the piece to his band members, but that didn’t prevent a bored Kaine from searching through his things and happening upon it.

A black and white car in the other lane suddenly swerved out of Kaine’s way and he laughed. The siren blared loudly and he made it a point to speed up to ditch the cops. He turned quickly off the freeway, slowing the car down only a tad, just so he could accustom his car to the small, narrow turn. As soon as he had made it past his landmark, he shot out of the exit and into another lane.

Luckily for him, he didn’t have to worry about another sixty hour per mile road. Instead he breezed through a forty hour per mile road at seventy and sped off through a dark, dank alleyway. He had already managed to lose one car on the highway as it had smashed into the silver railing along the exit. He pushed the car forward and veered off down another empty drive to avoid being trapped by the police in a territory probably more familiar to them.

He took a detour along a road that claimed to be towards some mountain or other and found himself tearing down open roads, surrounded by fields of hay. Smiling happily, he rolled down the window and stuck his hand out to flick off the cops before turning into one field of these.

Laughing out-loud again, Kaine had finally shaken the cops from his tail and was now comfortably cruising down an empty dirt road. He had been humming for miles when the car finally made a rather sickening, spluttering noise. Kaine gasped and checked the fuel gauge on his dash board. The bus was no where near empty! It had three-fourths its tank still!

Kaine gritted his teeth as he pulled the car over. He had wanted to drive as far as he could go. Now Die would have a much easier time at finding him before he crashed and attempted suicide— giving Die a better chance at sticking the drunk man with loud, noisy needles of pain.

He hopped out of the van and landed on the pavement a little more unstable than he thought himself to be. Popping the front of the car upright, a gush of smoke blew in Kaine’s face. He pulled away in a fit of coughing and glared at the still smoking front engine as if it were its fault.

Now what? Kaine didn’t know how to fix the damn thing! At least, the bus had decided to break down on a street that most likely didn’t see many visitors, because there was no way in hell he’d be willing to push it to the shoulder.

He got back in the van and went searching for something with which to cool the engine. In the dashboard, he found himself a liter bottle of water. He grinned and took it to the car’s engine. Opening it, he poured the thing carefully over everything that looked as if it were smoking in the car.

The night air and the water seemed to do the trick. Kaine got back into the driver seat and put the car into drive once more. As long as he didn’t speed why should the car give him any more problems?

A scream broke forth from his lips as he felt a hand slam down suddenly on his shoulder. Turning in his seat, he came face-to-face with none-other-than Die.

“D-Die!” he piped, he tried to smile to hide the distress running cold through his body, “How did you—?”

“Pay attention to the road!” Die was leaning across Kaine, having taken the wheel in his hands to avoid running off the path into a ditch built along the road’s side.

“But,” Kaine continued, ignoring Die completely, “how did you get here so fast?”

Die’s brown eyes lowered dangerously, “I flew.”

Kaine scoffed, not registering the sarcasm in Die’s voice, “That’s impossible.”

“Ease your foot off the gas.”

“Do what?”

“The gas, Kaine! Ease up!” Die glowered at him for a moment, before looking back fixedly at the road.

He smelled good. Kaine rested his head against Die’s shoulder and breathed in the subtle scent of after shave that rose from his body. Die looked down at him rather uncomfortably, but decided that there was nothing he could do about Kaine being drunk. He shrugged his shoulder to try and get Kaine to budge, but he just let his head fall back in the same place. Audibly, he sighed in annoyance.

This just was not what Die had imagined would happen. He came back to the van and had taken a long time getting a shower, so that he could get the smell of alcohol off him and so he could freshen up. By the time he had finished, he had been too tired to go back to the bar and he fell asleep on his bed.

He had realized that the van was moving only after getting his head rudely bashed against the bed’s headboard. However, his throat was too dry to provide anything but a rather weak gasp in place of the shout of pain. He had logically reasoned the car had been stolen— well, duh. He was the one who had the keys.

To try and soothe his nerves, he had reached into his pants pocket in hopes of finding the keys. When he came up empty handed, he realized it had to be one of the band members who had taken them. Kaine was the only one who had gotten severely close to him in the bar (and he had known he had the keys before that).

It was only more proof when a car honked at the swerving van and he slammed his fist on the wall, crying out ‘jackass’.

He had paced for a bit in the back of the van, trying to calm himself— he still needed the singer, but he was really getting on his last nerves. When Die had finally decided to confront Kaine, the bus shot forward and he fell roughly backwards onto his ass and the sirens drowned out his shock. In desperation, he’d pulled himself up onto Sin’s bunk, just below Kaine’s, and clung onto the fastened bed for dear life. He wasn’t quite sure why Oda had rented a bus with no working seatbelts in the back. He didn’t think that was something he should have to request…

After finally realizing it was safe again, Die had come to the front of the van to strangle their singer. Instead, he settled on scaring the shit out of the unaware man by clasping his shoulder.

And so here he was now. Wondering why he had to have such amazing luck when it came to Kaine.

“I want the wheel…” Kaine groaned, tugging at Die’s hand as he leaned around Die’s shoulder.

“No, you don’t get the wheel,” Die snarled at him, “You’ll kill us.”

“I want the wheel!” Kaine nearly screamed in his ear and Die wanted to know why he had to be such an impossible drunk.

“Kaine!” The car lurched forwards, “Kaine, let your foot off the gas pedal!”

“Then give me the wheel!!!” Kaine bit Die and, in the second it took to register pain, Kaine had managed to get the wheel from Die.

“Kaine, you little— Ah!” The car had jerked off the road with Kaine’s sudden hand movement and Die quickly scrambled to buckle his singer in. He tried regaining some sort of balance, so he could get closer to the passenger seat and thus safety, but the damage had already been done.

The car smashed into a tree and Die, on hands and knees lurched forward, into the dashboard. He slumped to the ground instantaneously and Kaine hit the steering wheel with enough force to knock the wind out of him. The air bag popped out and smashed into his face roughly— that was going to leave a mark.

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When he awoke, he wearily tried to grasp at what had happened and where he was. But being unable to pick a question to focus on, his mind kept swimming. He felt something warm trickle down the side of his face and he opened his eyes.

He tried to sit up only to realize that he was being pinned down by another body. He wiggled a little and opened his bleary eyes to stare up at something strangely red. As his mind started focusing on the picture before him and the situation that had placed him there, he growled at Kaine in anger.

Kaine’s face moved very close to his and Die felt something moist run along his forehead. He noticed something slowly trickle down through his hair to the side of his face, but he couldn’t place what it was. Kaine came back up and Die stared up at the singer in pain.

Blood?! He tried to sit up to see where Kaine was bleeding, but Kaine applied more pressure to his chest and held him down to the floor. He bent down and Die felt the warm sensation run against his cranium again.

“K-Kaine…?”

“Sh, sh,” Kaine hushed him, placing a finger to Die’s lips, “I’m sorry, Die. I’m really sorry.”

Huh… that was weird. Kaine never apologized to anyone, much less Die. “Why—? Have you been crying?”

“I…” Kaine choked, but he bent down again and Die couldn’t help but enjoy the warm sensation along his head. A few tears fell down Kaine’s cheek, but he refused to answer Die.

Die shifted his arm out from under Kaine and reached up to wipe them from the red-head’s cheek. Kaine smiled weakly and rubbed his cheek against Die’s hand before bending over again.

“What are you doing?” Die asked, although his mind had tiredly realized that Kaine was trying to lick his head wound clean. Thankfully, the blood was his and not Kaine’s.

“I’m trying to fix this.” And Die couldn’t help but look up at Kaine. He sounded so meek, so much like a child and Die knew it was rare to catch Kaine in such a vulnerable state. He also knew these moments were exactly what made him care for Kaine, no matter what he did to piss him off.

“It’s fine, Kaine.” Die lied, trying to suppress his screaming headache as he forced himself upright in spite of Kaine. Kaine nodded and wiped at his eyes in an attempt to regain his composure. Die almost wished he wouldn’t, just so he could have some time before Kaine went back to being an improbable ass.

“Die…” And Die could see Kaine was attempting to avoid eye contact, “I think we’re lost…”

“You don’t remember where we came from!?” Kaine flinched and Die wished he hadn’t raised his voice. He wasn’t really that mad, rather more alarmed, and he hadn’t wanted to scare Kaine, much less increase his headache a few notches.

“N-No.” Kaine groaned, upset.

“Sorry,” Die muttered, laying his back against the wall of the van, “I’m just a little uptight right now.”

Kaine crawled over to him and took over massaging Die’s temples. Die sighed at the gentle touch and let himself relax from the stress that had been building up these last few weeks. Kaine smiled and started humming a few bars before he quietly sung an old song that Die really hadn’t heard in a long time. Actually, he hadn’t heard it since high school…

Lips gently pressed against his and he felt Kaine’s body lean into his. He rolled his lower lip under Kaine’s and massaged the soft tissue between his teeth. He had wanted to do this for a long while now. There was something about Kaine that inexplicably drew him in and, although he couldn’t quite place it, he really wanted nothing more than to tell him.

He’d tried once. The band had just started out and they were hanging out together, but he kept choking on his words and Kaine kept on drinking. Eventually, he asked how Kaine would feel if a guy told him he loved him and Kaine threw his head back and laughed. He could remember Kaine looking at him from the sofa, glass held loosely in his fingers, and he asked haughtily if Die loved him.

Die just laughed. That was all he could do. He was positive Kaine was straight (his track record with female partners seemed to increase by the hundreds each year). Die had spent the rest of the night drinking after that.

Either Kaine was so drunk that he wasn’t thinking straight now, or he was playing to hurt him again. He wouldn’t be much surprised. Die cancelled out Kaine being too drunk, because then he couldn’t have had the gall to steal the bus. But he didn’t want to believe this was just to torture him.

He knew Kaine too well. Kaine was as likely to play with Die in a cruel fashion, but he probably would never be able to seriously harm him. Die knew Kaine was just terrified of being forgotten. It was why when he slit his wrist he would always let Die know. He didn’t want Die to forget him and let him die. No matter how much Kaine himself may have wanted it.

Die let Kaine’s tongue into his mouth as his wandering hands ran down into his black pants. Grabbing onto Kaine’s arms, he jumped at the unexpected touch and moaned when Kaine started running his hands over the flesh.

He was always going to love Kaine and, in an indirect way, he knew Kaine loved him. It was far too early at the time, but Kaine had probably laughed at him that day to push him away. He was also older now, decisions change, and even if Kaine didn’t truly love him, he could deal with the repercussions. But perhaps tomorrow, when Kaine was off his drunken high, he could ask him…

A bit of blood trickled down Die’s face and past the bridge of his nose. The blood slowed down and ran towards his lips. Kaine licked off a bit and swallowed before attempting to clean the rest of it with his tongue. Before swallowing it down, Kaine kissed Die again and gave him a taste of his own metallic-flavored blood. It made Die feel sick, but he could taste Kaine underneath the blood and the alcohol and he couldn’t pull away.

Kaine’s hot breath on his skin and his hand tickling Die’s balls were clouding his mind. He pushed back against the wall and knocked himself on top of Kaine. Forcing Kaine’s tongue back, he stuck his tongue deep into the cavity of Kaine’s mouth. He rolled his tongue over Kaine’s and immersed it in a dance of sorts.

Removing his hands from Die’s testicles, Kaine wrapped his arms around Die’s neck and he felt their groins ground together. The hardness of Die’s cock against his served to stress the friction of his own erection and he moaned. Die pushed his hips down into Kaine’s and he wrapped his legs around his waist to give him more access.

Picking himself up off the floor, Die fought the urge to vomit as he tried to keep his balance on the wall. Kaine remained attached to him and Die closed his eyes into the kiss, standing rooted to the spot with the man he loved. He placed his hands under Kaine’s buttocks and squeezed, lifting him up a bit to slide against Die’s lower abdomen and groin.

A beastly hunger filled his lungs as he could only breathe in the one thing attached to him. And it felt hot. His lungs had a burning sensation burst through them from the lack of cold air and it felt like smoking. Die was almost positive it had the same effect at relieving stresses too.

He opened his eyes and watched Kaine’s face as the two separated. Kaine kept his eyes closed and ran his right hand through Die’s hair. He tugged roughly sideways and began kissing and nipping at Die’s newly exposed throat. A groan purred low in Die’s throat and he licked at Kaine’s ear.

Slowly he moved forward towards his bed, carefully trying not to trip over the messy floor that had occupied the living space since the first day. He tripped however and Die fell with Kaine into the small shower area. A gasp escaped Kaine as he felt himself crushed between the wall and Die’s chest.

Removing his other hand from around Die’s neck, Kaine found the water source and turned on a blast of cold water. Die gasped as the cold water connected with his back and Kaine smiled as he reengaged Die into another passionate kiss.

Die’s hands trembled as he held onto Kaine. The cold water slipped down his shoulders and pinned his black shirt tightly to his back. He pressed Kaine closer to the wall and crushed his lips rousingly against Kaine’s. He felt the moan breeze through him and he shivered. He bucked forward into Kaine in a vain attempt at relieving himself.

Kaine smiled amused and pulled Die off him. He kept Die back by the hair and he began to roll the black shirt up to reveal the muscular, white skin beneath it. Kaine felt himself growing hotter by the second as he got the shirt entirely peeled off Die’s body. He wanted nothing more than that body to press him to the hard, springboard bed in the tiny room.

He threw his arms back around Die’s neck and pulled him back into a kiss. Die broke free from the kiss and Kaine quickly pulled his own shirt over his head— throwing it around Die’s head and pulling him back into the kiss.

Die fiddled with the wall until he found the water spout. Turning it off, Kaine wrapped his hand around Die’s as his shirt fell with a slap to the floor.

With more caution, Die stepped out of the shower and tried not to let go of Kaine despite his somewhat tiring muscles. Kaine intertwined his feet around Die’s in annoyance and successfully tripped him up. The two crashed down on the nearest bed and Kaine rolled backwards at the sensation of Die pushing into him that hard.

He unfurled himself from Die to rest on the harsh springs. Pulling himself backwards, he beckoned Die with one finger to him and the man came willingly. Kaine kept Die on his knees before him and unzipped his fly. Carefully, sensuously, he rolled Die’s pants down to his knees and fingered the smooth fabric of Die’s boxers.

Pulling them down without touching Die’s cock, he admired the way the guitarist looked. He ran his tongue against his stomach and Die leaned forward to nibble at Kaine’s ear.

Pushing him backwards, Die crawled atop Kaine and slipped his hands down to subsequently remove Kaine’s belt. He undid his pants next, but only so he could slide his hand better into them. Choosing to explore with his hands rather than his eyes, Die squeezed Kaine as he bit down harder and harder on the base of Kaine’s neck. Kaine gasped and bucked into Die’s hand, which elicited another sound from him as he had to move through a rather tight grip.

His hands twitched on Die’s shoulders and he moaned, biting his lip to keep himself from crying out Die’s name. He was hardly going to rush along the process of fornication, if this could possibly be the last time he would feel Die move through him.

Die released Kaine’s cock and he hissed at the feeling of cooler air breezing on him. He felt Die tug at his pants and he lifted himself up for Die to remove them from him. Die then shifted and pulled his pants entirely off his own body.

He placed himself on Kaine and ran his penis against Kaine’s as he smashed their lips together for another round. Kaine squirmed underneath the muscles moving erotically above him and he buckled up into Die, letting out a desperate, deep gasp as he felt their lips separate.

Running his tongue under Kaine’s jaw line, Die pushed up Kaine’s hips and spread his legs to either side of him. He placed himself before Kaine’s entrance and was searching around for something to use as lubrication. His hand trailed along the bed as Kaine leaned upwards to lick around Die’s nipple.

Die desperately searched by the headboard of the bed, but couldn’t find anything that would substitute as a lubricant. He picked up his wet pants and rang them out over Kaine’s ass. The still-cool water made Kaine gasp as it flowed around and inside his ass.

Die slipped a finger within the depths of Kaine and swirled his finger around inside. Kaine gripped at the sheets on the bed as his spine arched. Die pushed at the edges of the walls of his rectum and massaged them into trying to loosen up.

Kaine gasped and his hand groped desperately for Die’s shoulder, “D-Die…! Oh, God…”

Die bent forward and kissed him gently on the lips, licking away at a strand of saliva that slipped down his cheek. He pushed in a second finger and Kaine moaned into the kiss. Running his hands in slow circles at the back of Die’s neck in the same slow motions he moved within Kaine. Die loosened up his neck and smiled into the kiss, pushing both fingers in opposite directions to relax the muscles more.

When he finally slipped in the third finger, he pushed it directly into Kaine’s prostate and reveled in the sweet cry that erupted from within Kaine’s throat. Die kissed his exposed throat and Kaine moved his head to bite down roughly on Die’s neck.

“Ah!” Die gasped, as he bit his lower lip to try and suppress the pain rushing from the area. He squeezed his eyes closed and curled his fingers up within Kaine’s ass. Kaine gasped and let go of Die’s throat in the process.

Die slipped his fingers out of Kaine and wrapped his hands around Kaine’s waist. He kissed his chest cavity and muttered a soft apology against him for scratching at such a sensitive place.

He lowered himself into Kaine and was surprised at the lack of tense muscles. But, just as suddenly, Kaine tensed around Die and he shot forth in surprise. Pulling out created a warm, buzzing sensation around his cock and his breathing grew labored as he attempted to move.

Kaine focused his energy on tightening the muscles in his ass knowing too well that it had to be pleasing Die as much as him. He liked the way Die filled him and the way he moved against him.

Die pulled out enough to just leave the head of his penis inside Kaine. He tried to steady his breath, but it hardly seemed to want to calm down; instead, wanting to keep up with his racing heart. Die tossed aside the ambition and positioned himself stably on the bed, shifting himself within Kaine as he did so.

Kaine wiggled against him at the subtle movement and he tried to move against Die. Die’s hand against his ass was the only thing that prevented him from pushing himself on Die.
Letting his hand slip off, Die placed his hands beside Kaine and tangled them in the sheets. He took in one good, deep breath and rocked himself hard into Kaine.

“Kaine—”

“Ah—! Die—“ Kaine’s hands trembled on Die’s shoulders as Die jammed himself into Kaine’s prostate. He sucked in a breath of air and pushed backwards into Die to meet him through the movement.

The feeling of forcing himself through those tight muscles made Die’s head spin. He felt like he was back to the first time he had smoked in high school. The smell of the cigarette and the burning in his lungs, forcing everything away but the moment he currently existed in. Nothing existed for him right now, but Kaine.

He jerked himself within Kaine, pulsing himself hard into that one magical area that made Kaine rise and sigh his name like that. Kaine was growing tighter around him though and he felt the strain as a bead of sweat ran down his neck.

Kaine moved his hands back as far as he could and groped Die’s firm ass. He ran his hand around Die’s own entrance and he responded by pushing harder into Kaine. Kaine moaned, his head rolling back on the bed and his hands falling to his sides to wrap within the sheets.

Pushing off his own shoulder blades, Kaine added force to Die’s cock and he listened as Die struggled to catch what little fresh air he could. Kaine gave himself one good rock and knocked Die over onto his back as he rolled himself upwards upon him.

The breath left Die’s lungs and he gasped as he stared up at Kaine. He reached out and ran his fingers into brilliant, red locks. He was now finding how unreal this situation seemed to be. It was almost as if he had not awoken from his nap and he was now having a highly erotic dream.

Kaine lifted himself upwards and Die moved his feet out from under himself. Satisfied that they were both comfortable, Kaine slid himself down onto Die— making sure to move his hips in rolling circles so as to create motion against Die’s cock. Die’s breath caught in his throat and rolled out slowly as Kaine pulled off him again.

The red-haired man dropped his eyelids shut and held his breath as he penetrated himself on Die again. He ran his hand along his own cock as he reached out to touch Die’s chest. Tracing a small, teasing trail along his abdomen, he eased himself up and over Die again.

Die let his head fall to stare at the wall as he tried to keep control over his own reactions. Kaine gently turned his head towards him and blew cool air onto his sweat-laced face. Die’s eyes flashed wildly at him and he arched his spine, subsequently throwing himself up into the teasing man above him. Kaine moaned, exposing his neck meticulously, knowing full well that it would arouse Die.

He felt Die shoot up into him again as he groaned. Kaine bent over against Die’s slightly bent legs and slid his back up and down along his legs. Die could hardly take anymore of the tingling sensation that threatened to explode within his groin. He covered his eyes and cried out as he pushed himself deep within Kaine.

Kaine felt a burst of heat run deep inside his ass. He slipped himself on Die and pulsed on the weakening organ until Die had finished releasing himself within Kaine. Pulling himself off, Kaine removed Die’s hands from his face and placed one upon his still hard member.

Die began to massage the flesh again and Kaine rolled himself gently against his palm. He was enjoying the way Die moved his hands and the roughness of his fingertips until he felt his cock bathed in something warm.

He looked down and saw Die bent down over his cock. He hardly recalled Die switching their positions and he moaned as he felt his cock pulled on. He pushed himself into Die’s mouth and Die moaned as he felt Kaine slide against his tongue.

The smell of sex threatened to overwhelm him and the sensation of Die’s moan against his penis only threatened to drive him over. He grabbed a fistful of Die’s hair and pushed him down over himself again and again and again.

It was too much to take anymore. Holding his black-haired tease down over him, Kaine cummed into Die’s throat with a resounding cry as his back arched in pleasure. Die didn’t initially plan on swallowing, but the liquid threatened to flow from his mouth.

He drank in the white substance and felt the burning, salty fluid run down his throat.
Kaine pulled his limp member from Die’s mouth and released his hair. He stared at the panting guitarist and felt a heat stir within his gut once more. He turned his head away so as to prevent himself from getting aroused again merely by the sight.

Die coughed to try and clear his lungs, but the substance had already been swallowed and there was no way to cough it back up. He didn’t mind drinking Kaine, but the feeling of it was new and he felt a little squeamish about the whole idea.

Die looked up at Kaine, who had gotten off the bed and was getting dressed again. “Kaine…”

Kaine didn’t look at him. He was going to say something, but Kaine hushed him with a finger to his lips. He opened his mouth in protest, but he finally heard the knocking at the door. Die shut his mouth and felt his cheeks burn with the sudden awareness of what he had been doing and that he was still nude. He wondered how long the knocking had been going. He wondered how long Kaine realized there was someone there…

“You stupid idiot!” There was a loud slap.

“Oda-san!” Kaine sounded unfazed despite being slapped, “How are you?”

“Do you have any idea how much money it will cost to pay for crop damage, the police cars, the media—! And you stealing the van to fuck a girl in the back—“ She had pushed past Kaine and stepped into the bus, ready to beat the shit out of the little whore she was referring to. She stared dumb-founded at Die, whose face turned beat-red and had only just managed to cover his lower body before she came into the van.

“H-Hello, Oda-san…” Die muttered, meekly.

She stared at him, not knowing what to say. She turned to Kaine, “You were…! Oh, Lord! As if I couldn’t have enough surprises today and then he turns up on your bed—!”

“Actually, it’s Sin’s.” Kaine corrected her, coolly. Die was curious if it was possible for a person to die of embarrassment.

“I don’t care whose bed it is!” She nearly screamed, “I want you to get fully dressed, and that goes for you too, Die. You two are to stay here until I can get a tow truck to take this van to a shop. We’re going to be so far behind in our tour dates now—!”
But she had walked away with her cell phone in her hand. Kaine reached upwards and pulled an old shirt from his bed. He smelled the fabric and shrugged before slipping into it. As he walked away, he turned around and winked at Die before hopping out of the bus, “Later.”

Die wondered how drunk he really had been.