Dacco Yaoi

Stain of Guilt (1/1)

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 02:27:42 GMT

Title: Stain of Guilt
Author: Chantrea Johari
Bands: Dacco, ex-Psycho le Cému
Pairings: allusions to Lida x Yura and Lida x Daishi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He was tired of watching everything he’d once had fall to pieces because of a few mistakes that weren’t even his own...tired of feeling so lost and hopeless and looking at Lida, knowing he felt worse.
Warnings: mention of drug use and bulimia (if you squint)
Notes: Vaguely related to my All That's Left saga, in that it presumes the same pairings and other such things, though you don't need to have read that to understand this. Takes place after the Christmas Eve live, in reference to the chest cold that Lida did have for almost the entirety of the time between about the middle of November and that live. Written purely because of a rather offhand comment by my lover and a disturbing need to write angst, or something. Don't take this one too terribly seriously.

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Lines of Love and Family (2/2)

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:35:53 GMT

Title: Lines of Love and Family
Author: Chantrea Johari and Noroi [hyakumonogatari]
Band: Psycho le Cému, and all related projects
Pairings: Lida x Yura, seek x Yura, allusions to Lida x Daishi
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: He serviced both of them, but could satisfy neither—and he hated himself for both shortcomings and all betrayals.
Warnings: discussion of eating disorders, infidelity, drug use, alcoholism, semi-consensual sex
Notes: Vaguely related to my All That's Left saga, in that it presumes the same pairings and other such things, though you don't need to have read that to understand this. Exists somewhere near present timeline, following a lot of parts of the saga that...yeah, I simply haven't had the time to write. Many apologies for that. Filled with bucketloads of ANGST, but you can probably tell that fromt the summary and the warnings. Plotted by my lover and I while in bed, and jointly written. Yes, we are fucked up people. XD What else is new? XD

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Lines of Love and Family (1/2)

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 02:23:16 GMT

Title: Lines of Love and Family
Author: Chantrea Johari and Noroi [hyakumonogatari]
Band: Psycho le Cému, and all related projects
Pairings: Lida x Yura, seek x Yura, allusions to Lida x Daishi
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: He serviced both of them, but could satisfy neither—and he hated himself for both shortcomings and all betrayals.
Warnings: discussion of eating disorders, infidelity, drug use, alcoholism, semi-consensual sex
Notes: Vaguely related to my All That's Left saga, in that it presumes the same pairings and other such things, though you don't need to have read that to understand this. Exists somewhere near present timeline, following a lot of parts of the saga that...yeah, I simply haven't had the time to write. Many apologies for that. Filled with bucketloads of ANGST, but you can probably tell that fromt the summary and the warnings. Plotted by my lover and I while in bed, and jointly written. Yes, we are fucked up people. XD What else is new? XD

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Wed, 15 Aug 2007 21:52:27 GMT

Title: Poison
Author: Kuroiwa
Pairings: Lida/Yura-sama
Rating: PG
Summery: My 2nd song fic. But I did not use the entire song.

Yura lay on his couch in a fetal position missing Lida. He hasn’t talked to his band mate in over 3 months, and it was driving him crazy. Without his friend around he was lost. They had been together either working or just hanging out daily since they started Dacco, then all of a sudden Lida told him that he needed some time apart and left. Lida went home to visit his family and that was the last time he heard from him.

With Lida missing from his life he has been lonely and bored, but the worse part was the gapping hole in his heart. He loves his friend with his whole being and wants nothing more than to be wit him forever but when they are together and he tries to express himself, Lida just pushes him away so it appears that Lida does not feel the same.

Yura rolled off the couch and stood. He needed to do something other than just lay there moping the whole day. He needed to get out of his house because it felt as if the walls were going to cave him on him. He walked into his bedroom and rummaged through his closet and pulled out a pair of black jeans that had holes in the knees. He pulled them on and buttoned them. They were tight around his hips and thighs but with a slight flair below his knees. He then pulled out a short sleeved shirt that tied at the sides. He looked at himself in the mirror and shrugged his shoulders before walking towards his door where he pulled on his boots then left.

He walked for about an hour when he heard music. Looking up he noticed that it was coming from Club he and Lida went too frequently. He gave a half hearted smile with the thoughts of himself and Lida coming here once in a while to unwind after a long day at the studio. Inside the club he noticed many people dancing across the floor, some alone and some with their lovers.

Yura lifted his arms in the air slightly and waved them in the air as his hips began to sway to the music. He made his way over to the dance floor with thoughts of Lida running through his mind.

Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...

Yura ran his fingers through his hair and down his chest as his hips danced in time with the rhythm of the song. He remembered asking Lida to not go but he just turned his back on him. Prior to Lida leaving they had an argument the morning before. Lida kept pushing him away but he kept advancing. I hope I didn’t push him away forever.

I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you but I want it too much
I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna break these chains.

This song expressed how Yura felt about Lida. He closed his eyes with images of himself kissing Lida as they danced together. As his hands slid over his body he imagined that they were Lida’s fingers and his skin began to tingle under his own touch.

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat

Yura often woke during the night imagining that Lida was standing over his bed saying that he was back.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
Your poison running through my veins
Your poison
I don't wanna break these chains.

Tears slid down his face but he quickly wiped them away. He wanted someone to love and he wanted someone to love him. Right now he wanted warms arms to pull him into a loving embrace even if it was temporarily. He wanted someone to tell him that everything would be alright. He wanted someone who would not be afraid to express their love for him. At the moment he didn’t care who it was.

. . . Poison

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 00:08:46 GMT

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[FIC] Two Bodies Connected As One. Look Up! [NC17]

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 04:33:30 GMT

Title: Two Bodies Connected As One. Look Up!
Author: Strausser
Rating: NC-17 (graphic, not worksafe)
Pairing: Lida/Yura
Disclaimer: Don't own em, wish I could keep em in my closet.
Summery: Yura likes his mirrored ceiling.

I wrote this story a long time ago and decided to post it today. Don't know why. Enjoy.

Lida shoved his tongue so far down Yura's throat that he could taste the other man's tonsils. Well, not really, but he liked to think so anyway. He quickly pulled away, and, panting heavily, he said, "Bedroom," enjoying the feel of Yura's hands clutching at his shirt, as if to draw their mouths back together. Yura wasted no time in rising, pulling Lida by the hand into the main bedroom of Yura's house. They shed their clothes quicker than a stripper, and fell onto the sheeted bed naked, clutching at each other and kissing like they needed the taste of mouths to survive.

Lida topped, holding Yura's body beneath him as he trailed lips and tongue from lips to neck to taut nipples. Yura's skin always tasted so damn good; Lida loved giving the smooth paleness his full attention. He used his teeth to nip at the bud, something he knew Yura always liked, relishing in the moan that sounded from the action. Music to his ears. He nipped and licked once more, before looking up at his beautiful lover. He loved the faces Yura made when in the throes of ecstasy.

Lida stopped abruptly, lifted his head and stared at his lover. Yura was panting hard.

"Why'd you stop?" asked Yura in a sexy, breathless voice.

"What are you doing?" Lida could not deny his own need, but this was really irking him.

"What are you talking about?" Still Yura never looked at him.

"You are staring at yourself in the mirror again."

"Am not."

"Don't lie to me."

"Okay, fine, I'm looking at the mirror."

Lida pinched a nipple hard, smiling when Yura yelped through a sweet mouth that opened as an O.

"Look at me," ordered Lida, running the bud between forefinger and thumb.

"I can't. I'm on my back," breathed Yura.

Lida let go of the abused nipple, lowered his head and gently sucked the hurt away. "Prop your head up," he said with hot breath against the redness.

"Can't. Not enough pillows."

Lida grimaced at the obvious lie, a stack of three pillows lying beside Yura's head. He pinched the other nipple just as hard as the first, his cock twitching with delight at the mewling sound that came from Yura's mouth. "You want to play that way, fine," said Lida as he licked the hurt away again. "But don't complain when I'm brutal."

Yura moaned, and Lida could feel the other man's cock twitch underneath his leg. He used his knee to gently massage the stiffness, letting the moan coat over the fact that Yura's greatest love was watching himself in the mirror on the ceiling.

Lida trailed his lips down hot, slick skin, past ribs and belly button to the center of Yura's passion. He licked the head just slightly, watching with fascination as the blonde man's cock jumped with delight. Even here, with the musky odor of manliness, Yura did not taste or smell bad. And one could not tell the man was not a real blonde, because bleach did wonders for pubes when one had the time to have it done. Lida grabbed a patch of those smooth, blonde pubes, and pulled, just enough where he knew it would hurt, but not enough to cause extreme pain. His own cock danced when Yura groaned.

He took the cock between his lips and began to suck, first the head, then swirled it with his tongue, then lowered his mouth slowly until the entire thing was down his throat. Deep-throating for him had never been a problem, and he swallowed around the head of the cock, tasting pre-cum and salt and essential Yura. He wondered absently, as he was working the cock with his mouth, if they made a Yura-flavored ice cream, would this be what it tasted like? And if it was, would he actually let anyone else eat it?

Probably not, he thought as he gave one final hard suck, then lowered his lips and tongue to Yura's anus. He delved into the puckered opening to slick it, to ready it, for his own length, which he would slide in without lube, just to teach Yura who was boss. They had been fucking enough for Lida to know that he would not make the other man bleed. Not like the first time.

He slicked a finger and shoved it inside, then a second one almost as quick. Yura moaned and clutched at the bed sheet. Lida watched with interest how his lover's eyes never closed, nor left the mirror on the ceiling. Lida had to look up, and he almost came at the sight. Yura, looking beautiful and sexy, expression open with wild abandon, had his eyes locked on his own reflection. Lida could also see himself, with his fingers buried in Yura's ass, his own face open with lust and need. It was the kind of stuff fantasies were made out of. Lida could not wait another second before plundering the bounty before him.

Hard, leaking cock replaced the fingers, and Lida felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. Yura's ass was hot and tight, clenched around his cock with just enough force to make the pain unbearable pleasure. Lida remained still for a moment to revel in the sensations, and to give his lover a short time to adjust, even though it was not the first time he's fucked the other without proper lube. He looked up, to see a single tear trail from Yura's open left eye, down the side of the pale face to hide in pale hair. Lida bit his lower lip to contain his own moan. Did Yura even realize he was so fucking hot when he did that? Yeah, of course he did.

"Ready?" Lida asked with heavy breath, looking once again at the real face of his lover.

"Yes."

"I should turn you over and fuck you with your face in the pillow."

"Fuck me now. Punish me later."

Lida smiled at the promise of things to come, the thought sending jolts of pleasure down his spine to rest like live wires against his sheathed cock. He hoisted Yura's legs on his arms to rest the backs of knees against the backs of elbows, pulled out, and slammed back in hard. The entire bed shook, but Yura never took his eyes off the ceiling.

It felt so good, such bliss, to be connected in sweet agonizing pleasure the way they were. Every time he pulled back, the walls of Yura's ass constricted around him, as if to suck the pleasure out and keep it hidden within himself. Every time Lida slammed back in, there was sweet resistance, but then the tunnel opened up like a flower to allow him access. It was like electric current was flowing between them. There was nothing in the world better than this. Or at least, Lida could not think of anything.

He slammed home, leaned forward, which bent Yura almost in two, and kissed the blonde deeply on the lips. Still, black eyes would not meet black eyes. Lida pushed in again, harder this time, eliciting a cry of delight, but no eye connection. Lida felt too good to continue thinking about the mirror, or about Yura's lack of eye contact. So he decided that it would be of no harm for him to watch himself. Pulling out and pushing in, Lida looked at the ceiling.

They were so hot, and looked even hotter together. Lida could see the magical attraction of the mirror. His own body was streaked with sweat that dripped off to slide across the expanse of Yura's body. Lida wondered how that expressive face would change if he began pumping Yura's cock, and did just that to see the reaction he was expecting. Yura cried out sharply at the contact and arched his body up. Lida adjusted his angle a bit and slammed in just enough to hit Yura's sweet spot. That made Yura scream again, the walls of his insides clenching tightly around Lida's erection. It was too much; Lida was almost at his breaking point.

The pleasure built and built until he could take it no longer, but he still could not tear his eyes away from the reflection of the two of them in the mirror. Two bodies as one. It was breathtaking, beautiful and completely arousing at the same time. His hand moved faster over his lover's cock, which did not take much time to explode. Yura's entire body shuddered with the explosion of pleasure as Lida's name fell from his lips, and his eyes finally closed.

The walls trapped Lida's dick in heat waves of pleasure that could not be denied. Lida felt his vision go white as culmination exploded through every tingling nerve in his body, emptying the evidence of his lust into Yura's body. He too had to close his eyes as he rode the waves of orgasm, unable to move. It felt like his entire body was on fire, but it was a good fire, one meant to kill with happiness rather than pain. The energy he had when going in, seeped out every pore of his body, leaving him with only contentment. He pulled his softening cock out of Yura's body, ignoring the white goopy trails, and flopped himself down beside Yura with his head on the pile of three pillows. As the aftershocks of pleasure ran around his body, he turned to the side and snuggled close to Yura, one sweaty arm over Yura's chest, one sweaty leg over both of Yura's. He kissed his lover on the neck, then snuggled in to smell flower-scented hair.

"You know you are going to have to pay for staring at yourself in the mirror the entire time we fucked," murmured Lida into Yura's ear.

"Mm. Whatever you say, Tat-chan. I love you."

"Don't think that's going to save you from a sound spanking."

"Why don't you just do it now and get it over with?" asked Yura with a sleepy voice.

"Can't," answered Lida with the same sleep-filled tone. "Too tired."

"Mm. Me too." Yura took up the hand that Lida had draped over him and kissed the fingers. "Tomorrow then. I'll even shine your paddle."

Lida chuckled. He shivered when the kiss was placed on his sensitive hand, and hugged the other man tighter when his hand was let go. His eyes wandered to the ceiling and looked at the reflection of the two of them lying in the bed. Both their faces had uncontained smiles, and both their bodies were beautifully naked together. It was almost like a dream, a painting, something too surreal to be reality. It made his mind whirl when normally he would have shut down all thoughts and went to sleep. He turned his eyes away from the sight in the mirror and snuggled back against Yura's neck.

"You know, perhaps I should get a mirror on my ceiling too," he whispered with a smile.

"Does that mean I get to punish you, then?"

Yura's voice startled Lida; he did not expect the other man to still be awake. But it did not bother him in the slightest. He gently bit down on Yura's hair-covered ear, and used his free hand to squeeze one cheek of Yura's ass.

"Only if I can't look at anything but myself," answered Lida.

Yura’s chuckle was deep, the vibrations shaking against Lida's ear. "But that's never going to happen. You can't help but look at me, because I am the most beautiful creature in the world."

Lida squeezed his lover tightly and kissed him just below the nipple. "That you are, my love. That you are."

~owari?~
07-22-2006

Tue, 29 May 2007 05:17:34 GMT

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["fic"] Lida x YURAsama - DACCO

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 08:16:49 GMT

Title: N/A
Author: dacco
Pairing: LidaxYURAsama
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah. Don't own them, never will. Lida signed my phone, though. \m/
Comments: I did another 50 sentence thing! This one isn't posted to the 1sentence community, though. This one is entirely based around RP happenings; so if anything seems awkward I apologize in advance.

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[FIC] Sunshine - Dacco - LidaxYura - Oneshot

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 02:38:17 GMT

Author: dacco
Title: Sunshine
Band: Dacco
Pairing(s): LidaxYura; implied LidaxDaishi
Rating: PG
Notes: I'm still in that same mood I was in the other day. This one's a bit longer. Not based off of any roleplays, however.

You fidget in the chair when you're nervous, and your voice cracks once in a while, straining to keep level. If the interviewer notices, they say nothing.

I'm pretending to not pay attention to a point, though - it's rude to listen in too intently to another's "private" affairs. I've already completed my own piece, and there's not much left for me to do at the moment.

You tell them exactly what they want to hear - and for that, I suppose I am grateful. It keeps them from asking too many more questions; too many more that would delve too deeply into our personal lives, our feelings that we've been trying to keep hidden away. I can't help but watch you as you speak to the interviewer - your face contorts every so often, but you try to hide it behind a fake smile.

The interviewer doesn't notice.

I do.

If anyone is an expert at deciphering forced smiles, it's me.

Your answers are so full of hope for the future - even for our return eventually, however fleeting. Of how you're not angry at him. But your actions speak otherwise. When you're finished, you stalk from the room - muttering your need for a cigarette as you brush past him on the way out. You don't notice the dejection on his face, but I do. However, I stand and move to follow you out - I can feel his eyes boring holes into me as I leave.

It's not hard to find you once I get outside - you've already accumulated a veritable cloud of smoke. I sigh and wave some of it away, moving to lean against the wall next to you. You barely look at me before returning to your apparent need to speed up your impending lung cancer.

I sigh, plucking the cigarette from your lips and stubbing it out against the bricks. "You're going to kill yourself." My voice sounds strangely thick - I'm not about to cry, so I don't know what the problem is to be honest.

"Oh well." You've already lit another cigarette, slumping slightly.

I actually make a derisive noise at this and take this one as well, taking a drag this time before putting it out. "I'm not asking you to quit. At least slow down, though."

Your head finally turns toward me and you frown. "Why?"

My answer is simple. "Because I'd miss you."

You're silent for a very long time after that; and even then you simply murmur an "all right..." You're still as well - until I feel your hands rest cautiously at my sides and then you're leaning against me, face buried in my neck.

I sigh softly and wrap my arms around you, nuzzling into the mess of orange before I speak. "He's still the same person, you know."

"No." Your voice is cold and I almost shiver from the feel of the vibrations against my skin. "I don't know him anymore."

At this point your voice had changed and now you speak of him almost as one would the act of genocide. I've never heard you like this. I do shudder now, and it's not pleasantly.

I deem a change of subject to be the best course, my fingers dragging through your hair before I let my head rest back against the wall. "You've gotten clingy lately."

You shift - beginning to pull away. Somehow, your voice sounds even sadder than it had earlier. "Sorry..."

I shrug - chuckling as I pull you back and rap my knuckles against your skull. "When did I give you permission to move? I wasn't complaining, obviously."

You smile - that delightfully crooked thing that never fails to make me laugh. "I see."

"Good boy." Your head is again in the crook of my neck and I just sigh, arms tightening a bit around you.

"Hey..." Your voice is muffled, now.

"Hm?"

"I'd miss you too."

"I know."

[FIC]Hardly - Dacco - LidaxYura - Oneshot

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 01:01:01 GMT

Author: dacco
Title: Hardly
Band: Dacco
Pairing(s): LidaxYura; implied LidaxDaishi
Rating: PG for slight swearing
Notes: This is VERY LOOSELY based off a roleplay. This exact scene hasn't happened, but it takes little bits and pieces that HAVE happened and makes them a coherant little drabble.

He had been fidgety at best - at worst a complete mess. There were music sheets scattered all over the room, and his guitar was propped upside-down against the wall. Yet at the moment he simply lay there, one arm covering his eyes while the other dangled off the couch. He was resigned, now.

The guitarist didn't notice the studio door open - but he had to notice the weight suddenly atop of him. Without opening his eyes, he spoke. "If I find another guitarist on top of me, I'm going to calmly ask you why and then kick you off my fucking couch."

There was a laugh then - he'd recognize it anywhere. Immediately relaxing, he let out a soft sigh. "So, I'd have had to kick you off of our couch, then."

"It technically doesn't belong to either of us, Lidakun." Yura's hands pulled the arm from Lida's face as he took a moment to settle down - smiling when he felt the dark haired man's arms wrap around his torso securely. "I also thought you sounded quite like you wanted to be alone."

"Un." Lida's fingers had taken to trailing up and down Yura's back slowly, the guitarist's eyes finally opening so he could stare up at the other. "Also, I've a liking for skinny blonde drummers. They are welcome in my kingdom."

He was rewarded with another laugh, and thin fingers began to massage the back of his neck. It was a long moment before Yura spoke again, more subdued. "I take it he hasn't called back, then."

A faint whine passed his lips then, and he shrugged as passively as he could manage. "Speaking of, I was wondering..."

"Didn't I tell you?" Yura was chirpy now - he knew his suggestion was rather left field. "We're quitting drinking entirely." A pause. "Mm, I also threw away all your cigarettes, so no."

"Ah, you're so cruel to me." Lida nuzzled into the drummer's neck affectionately nonetheless, mumbling now. "Perhaps it's been too long, Yura."

Yura couldn't help the soft sigh, and he kept his voice low. "He'll call, Lidakun. Come hell or high water, he'll call. Remember how long it took you to gather the courage to dial? I doubt he has quite the cheering section regarding it that you do."

Finally, Lida smiled faintly, deciding a change of subject was the best course. "I've written another song."

"Oh? Should I ready my tambourine?"

Opening his eyes, Lida lifted his head to look up at Yura. "It would be more prudent to make sure everything regarding your drum kit is in order."

There was silence.

Truthfully, Yura's smile was enough.

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 23:50:58 GMT

*Sings Off Key*

Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday to You
Happy Birthday Dear Lida-san
Happy Birthday to You

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 06:39:25 GMT

Yeah, that's right.
And lots of presents and getting too drunk and writing more songs about love and hearts and flowers. Yeah, that's what I think Lida-san did yesterday.

X-posted everywhere I could think of. ;)

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 01:26:27 GMT

Title: Role Reversal
Author: suger_baby_love (Laura)
Parings: Lida x YuraSama
Rating: NC-17 (It's graphic ;o ^_^ )
Disclaimer: Don't own them...dammit....>.<
Warnings: Slippery when wet.....(you'll get it when you read my story!! ^_^)
Summary: Hi guys!! I've been here for a while but this is my first post. I wrote this in like 3 days...and I'm quite happy with it! I think it's one of my better works. I hope to write many more and post them here soon!! I hope you like this..I wrote it just for you guys!! Enjoy!! *~Suger~*

Lida watched the brunette slowly undress. She unzipped the side of her dress and let it fall freely to the floor, leaving her standing naked before her partner. The girl kneeled at the end of the bed and slowly crawled towards him. Lida unbuttoned his pants as he watched the girl.

“Are you watching that /again/?”

Lida’s concentration was broken.

“Hu? Oh…” He rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed grin.

“You’ve gotta get something new.” His friend teased.

Lida chucked a pillow at Yura’s head. He then got up and headed for the kitchen.

“Blondie.”

Yura snarled.

“You want anything?” Lida offered as he opened the refrigerator. Yura shook his head and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Lida grabbed the makings for a sandwich and started sloppily throwing it together.

“I thought you were going to be at Jerry’s longer. What happened?” Lida yelled down the hall.

Yura spit the toothpaste into the sink and answered back with, “It was just a bunch of Jerry’s frat buddies. I wasn’t much interested.”

“Immature?” He took a bite from his sandwich. Lida chuckled as her turned to head from the kitchen. Just as he did, Yura appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely at his waist. Over his shoulder hung another towel. Yura grabbed it and held it out to Lida.

“Care to join me?”

Lida looked at him blankly, unable to answer for the mouthful of sandwich he had.

“I was gonna go for a swim.”

Lida swallowed.

“It’s too cold outside to go swimming.”

Yura smirked.

“Suit yourself.” He turned to walk out to the patio. “But my offer still stands if you change your mind.”

The brunette scoffed and plopped back into his spot on the couch. He had not bothered to pause the DVD when his room-mate came in and the girl was now in a rather compromising position with a rather unattractive man.

Lida chuckled.

“That’s porn for ya.” He thought to himself.

Lida gazed at the TV a few moments more, absently eating his sandwich and watching but not actually paying attention to the action on the screen.

………

He figured Yura would have stayed at the party at least another two hours. Hence the reason he had his porn on in the living room: bigger TV.

Lida finished his sandwich and wiped his hand on the top of his pants. It had not occurred to him to re-button his pants from earlier. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and lit one, and then he sank back into the couch. Lida ran his hand down between his legs. He was slightly aroused; but then again, when was he not? Lida tugged at the crotch of his pants in a futile attempt to flatten the bulge.

“Meh.”

He puffed his cigarette a few more times before he heard water splashing outside.

“Is he seriously swimming?” Lida put out the butt and walked to the glass doors leading out to the patio. He gazed out but did not see Yura. It might have been because there were no lights on outside but he slid the door back and walked outside anyway. It was not nearly as cold out as he had expected it to be. Lida walked to the side of the pool.Yura surfaced and rested his arms on the concrete ledge.

“Is it warm?” Lida asked.

“Of course it’s warm. It’s a heated pool, you dork.”

Lida put the heel of his hand to his forehead. Yura smiled and cocked his head toward the pool.

“C’mon.”

The brunette grimaced and sat down in a patio chair.

“Nah.”

“All right.” Yura said with a rather disappointed tone to his voice.

Lida watched his room-mate swim around rather pointlessly for several minutes before sliding a foot out of his house shoe and walking to dip his toes in the water, which actually was quite warm. He could see Yura’s naked figure cutting through the water. His long slender, sinewy limbs glistened in the moonlight as he propelled himself farther and farther down the length of the pool.

Lida considered getting in but quickly dismissed the thought from his head. He was much too turned on to swim. He sat back down.

“I’ll just go inside, finish my porn, jerk off a little and then have a smoke.” Lida thought to himself.

Yura surfaced again and made his way over to the steps. Lida’s eyes locked on the blonde’s figure as he emerged from the pool. Water beaded down his back and trickled over his firm, tanned, perfect ass. He watched Yura’s muscles tense and release as he climbed each step. His eyes followed the droplets of water that rolled down the back of the blonde’s thighs and down his calves. Each trickle of water shined brilliantly under the moon giving Yura a sort of luminous glow. Lida’s mind flooded with millions of thoughts about his room-mate.

“He looks like an ang…” Lida stopped himself. “Dude…that would have sounded so gay…” He was almost disgusted with himself, but he laughed it off.

“You gettin out?” He called to Yura.

Yura reached for the towel Lida was sitting on.

“Excuse me.” He said politely.

“Oh. Sorry.” Lida stood up. Yura looked at the brunette, who did not seem to be paying much attention to anything. Yura smirked.

“Lida!!” He called.

Lida turned quickly. He was caught off guard and was at once being pushed off balance and backwards into the pool. Lida’s head rose above the water and he struggled to catch his breath. He scoured around for the blonde, who was currently nowhere in sight. Lida heard a small lap of water behind him and spun around. A splash of water hit him in the face and Yura tried to scamper away as fast as the sloshing water would let him.

“Get back here, you ass!” Lida yelled playfully and hurried towards his mischievous blonde friend.

Yura reached the edge of the pool and hoisted himself up, about to get out when he felt Lida’s hand on his leg. He was promptly pulled back into the water.

Lida snaked an arm around Yura’s neck and rubbed his knuckles into the blonde’s scalp.

“Time to bleach you roots again, aye YuraSa – blondie?”

“Ah, ah, Lida. No fair!”

Lida laughed.

“Who said anything about fair?” He released his grip from the boy’s neck.

Yura rubbed his neck and pointed a finger at his friend.

“You fight dirty, Lida.”

Lida giggled and smiled that goofy, crooked smile of his. Yura punched him boyishly in the arm.

“Ah!”

Lida grabbed Yura’s arm and pulled him over to ruffle his hair again. He struggled to get away only to end up chest to chest with his room-mate.

“Uh…” Lida began to say something but was silenced. He hardly had time to speak before Yura’s lips closed around his own. Lida’s eyes widened and he was startled but he did not try to fight it.

Lida never dared to tell anyone, especially not Yura, that this is what he had wanted for so long. He always stared at Yura’s lips as he spoke and longed to have them pressed against his own. He wanted so badly to feel Yura’s firm chest brush against his. And that hair….there had been so many times Lida had to keep himself from reaching out and just caressing the blonde’s hair. He wanted Yura so badly he could taste it. Especially when they were among friends. There was something irresistible about Yura in a crowd of people. Everyone flocked to him to hear his jokes, his stories…to be among greatness. But there was Lida, always by his side. Secretly desiring to have the blonde right then and there in front of everyone. When these desires overpowered all the rest of Lida’s thoughts, on occasion he would disappear to the bathroom for five, sometimes ten minutes and return grinning like a fool. Of course, Yura never bothered to ask what Lida did on those small trips to the bathroom. He had a pretty good idea though; but he figured it was because Lida was a pervert and caught a glimpse up that red head’s skirt or saw some cleavage peeking over that cute little waitress’ shirt. He never imagined that he was the object of Lida’s perverted fantasies.

He unconsciously moved his hands to cradle the blonde’s face. Each time the two tilted their heads, Lida could feel the tip of Yura’s nose brush his own.

Yura’s strong jaw muscles moved against Lida’s hands. He felt Yura’s tongue graze his and he opened his mouth a bit wider to allow their tongues to meet. They were smooth as they slid against each other.

Lida now had a hand on the back of Yura’s head, ever-so slightly pulling his hair while the other hand rested on Yura’s back. The blonde could feel Lida’s nubby nails digging into his back. Their embrace lasted a few seconds longer. Yura gently bit Lida’s bottom lip and pulled away. Lida moved close to the blonde again but Yura put a finger to the other’s lips.

“No.” He paused and looked up for a few moments before continuing. “C’mon.” Yura grabbed Lida’s hand and led him out of the pool and back to the house. Yura did not bother with a towel since he planned to be wet again soon anyway.

Yura was moving so fast he nearly pulled Lida’s arm out of the socket.

“Slow down, blondie.”

Yura did not grimace this time but instead smiled sheepishly. He knew Lida got a kick out of irritating him, and he played along. He usually pretended he hated Lida’s cutesy nick-name for him and he would never admit it but it made him melt when his room-mate called him that. However, if anyone else called him that they would get a swift slap in the face.

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Yura pulled Lida into the bathroom and slammed that door shut. He tore at Lida’s wet clothes trying to get them off.

Once YuraSama had succeeded in getting the other’s shirt off, he pressed Lida’s back to the door; he kissed Lida furiously while fumbling with the zipper of his wet pants. Lida brushed the blonde’s hands away and peeled the drenched jeans off of his slender hips.

While Lida was busy disrobing, Yura opened the glass door to the shower and turned the water on. Lida still had one foot in his boxers when Yura grabbed his hand and pulled them both into the steaming water. Lida sucked air through his teeth when the hot water stung his clammy skin. Yura did not much seem to notice; he was too pre-occupied with the brunette’s nipples.

Lida placed his hand on the back of Yura’s head. The blonde bit the tender flesh on Lida’s chest and Yura felt the other’s grip tighten in his hair.

Yura had wanted this. This was turning out exactly as he thought it would. Everything was good….especially since he had a few drinks in his system.

He usually acted out the dominant role, especially among friends and new people. Partly because it was expected of him. But around Lida he sometimes let his guard down. He had always been labeled the cocky, good looking one. Granted he was both of those things, (or at least he liked to think so), but Yura had grown so tired of everyone always expecting him to know the answers and everyone always coming to him to tell them what to do. For once he wanted to be told what to do……..by Lida.

Yura pushed Lida back against the cold shower tiles. The hot water running between them made their bare chests slippery against each other. Yura’s teeth grazed the thin skin on his partner’s neck and Lida arched his back. He could feel himself getting harder.

Yura’s hand snaked its way down between the other’s legs. Lida gasped at the sensation of the blonde’s hand stroking him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he had to keep himself from moaning violently and thrusting his hips up so YuraSama would give him more.

Lida felt Yura’s mouth withdraw from his neck and move once again to his nipples. He breathed heavily and enjoyed the feeling of Yura’s teeth scraping against his sensitive skin. Lida tensed his hand and let a slight moan escape his lips.

This continued for several minutes before Yura’s touch withdrew.

Lida opened his eyes to find Yura on his knees. Yura stared up at his partner longingly and Lida smirked. Seeing the blonde sitting there, staring up at him helplessly, wet and pathetic made Lida want him now more than ever. Yura looked like a lost little boy, scared, looking for someone, anyone’s help. And Lida was going to give it to him. Pedophile. He knew it, but he did not care. He wanted Yura. He wanted to dominate him. And Yura wanted to be dominated.

Lida reached a hand out and ran his fingers down Yura’s cheek affectionately but the blonde’s eyes shied away. He stroked the other’s hair sensually and spoke to him a demanding tone.

“Now.” He said to Yura. He felt the blonde tremble at his words. Lida leaned back against the tile and stared down at Yura with a sly grin playing on his lips.

The blonde wrapped his fingers around Lida innocently and stroked his length slowly a few times. He took the end into his mouth and scraped his teeth lightly over the head which sent chills down the brunette’s spine. He tightened the grip he had in Yura’s hair and bit his bottom lip. Yura was already able to taste him as he licked Lida’s tip. The blonde brought a hand to Lida’s thigh and massaged there slightly, occasionally running his nails over the thin skin there.

He could not take the drummer’s teasing anymore; Lida pushed against the back of Yura’s head and forced him almost all the way down on his hardness. Yura gagged but obediently began sucking harder and faster.

“Good boy.” Lida smirked. He kept his hand on the back of the blonde’s head occasionally pushing him down a little further. Yura brought his partner close to a climax several times but Lida held back as long as he possibly could. He was going to make Yura beg for it. He knew Yura wanted it.

Lida thrust his hips toward Yura while pressing on the back of the blonde’s head. He could feel his tip hit the back of Yura’s throat; the muscles in the back of his throat were soft.

“Harder.” Lida demanded, almost gasping.

Yura stared up at the brunette. He took the shaft out of his mouth for a moment.

“I’m sucking as hard as I can, Lida-San…” Yura pleaded childishly.

Lida tightened his grip in Yura’s hair. He hissed at the boy.

“Who am I? Lida-Sama….Say it….”

Yura did not answer right away. Lida pulled his head back.

“Say it. Who am I?”

“Lida-Sama….Lida-Sama.” Yura cried.

“That’s right. Now, keep going.” He forced Yura’s mouth back onto his member and pressed hard on the boy’s head.

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Lida had held himself back nearly as long as he could. He stroked the back of Yura’s head. He was almost there.

“Yura-kun….look at me.” He waited until Yura’s eyes met his. “Do you want me to come now?” Yura’s eyes fell to the floor and he nodded. “Beg me. Make me want to give it to you.”

Yura ran his fingernails down Lida’s thighs again.

“I want you to. Please Lida-Sama….can I have it now?”

That was all Lida could take; the begging, the nails, Yura’s tongue grazing his tip. Lida wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked down it long and hard a few last times. He moaned and tensed every muscle in his body.

Lida felt Yura’s mouth again at his tip. He also felt the drummer’s fingers take the place of his own and squeeze him. He began to come furiously in the blonde’s mouth and Yura wanted more. Lida gasped for air and let out several long moans. He felt one last swell coming on before he could be done. Lida whimpered.

“Faster Yura-kun….”

Yura moved his skinny fingers as fast as they would go up and down Lida’s shaft. A few moments more and Lida released again into Yura’s mouth.

Lida’s muscles relaxed and he leaned back against the cold, wet tiles for support. Yura stood and pressed his chest to Lida’s. He kissed the brunette and Lida caught a lingering taste of himself from his partner’s lips.

“Good boy.” Lida said with a dominant kiss. He stroked the blonde’s hair affectionately once more before wiping it back. Lida moved his mouth to Yura’s neck and released a stream of warm breath near his partner’s ear. Lida felt Yura shiver. Yura’s eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. The brunette smiled and moved again to Yura’s ear. He bit the other’s earlobe gently and blew another stream of warm air into it. A slight gasp escaped Yura’s lips.

“More Lida-Sama….”

“Beg me….make me think you’re worthy of it….” He bit harder and moved his hand now between Yura’s legs. Upon feeling Lida’s hand, the blonde arched his back and began to breathe hard. “Say it Yura-kun…”

“Please Lida-Sama. Please give me more.” Yura’s mouth fell into the silent O as Lida teased him. Lida pressed their bodies together. He could feel their hardnesses rubbing together as their bodies slid against each other.

“Turn around.” Lida demanded.

Yura opened his eyes.

“Now.” Lida said demandingly.

Yura did as he was told. He turned his back to Lida and Lida immediately shoved him against the cold tiles. Yura sucked air in between his teeth. He felt the other’s teeth sink into his shoulder.

“You like that Yura-kun?” Lida asked as he bit the blonde again. “You want more.”

Yura whimpered. Lida moved his hands to Yura’s tense butt cheeks.

“Relax, Yura-Kun.”

Lida grasped the firm muscles and held them back as he entered Yura. A moan laced with pleasure and pain escaped Yura’s lips.

“Lida-Sa-Sama…..”

“What?” Lida asked as he pushed against Yura hard. He bit the blonde’s shoulder again. Lida dug his fingernails, what little ones he had, into Yura’s back and drug them down the wet flesh there.

“More, Lida-Sama.” He paused. “Please….”

Lida grabbed Yura’s hips and pressed them hard to his own. He rose to the balls of his feet and pushed hard against Yura, sandwiching the drummer between himself and the cold tiles. Yura scraped at the wall of the shower. He grabbed for anything with reach to hold onto. His hands found the ceramic shelves built into the wall and grasped them tightly as he stood helpless to Lida’s thrusts.

Lida grabbed a bottle of mint conditioner that was sitting on the shelf Yura now anchored himself with. The brunette stopped his thrusts briefly to squirt a dollop of the cold gel out onto his hand. He threw the bottle carelessly behind him and began hammering into his lover once more.

The hand Lida had covered in conditioner made its way around the front of the two men and onto Yura’s erection. Lida stroked Yura hard with every thrust he put forth. The conditioner was cool as it covered Yura’s shaft. He could feel a tingling sensation cover his hardness as Lida squeezed him and shoved him against the wall.

The brunette mumbled incoherently under his breath as he served Yura with all the strength he had. Lida stood on the balls of his feet and moved his hips up as fast as he could. Again he bit his band mate’s shoulder, causing the whimpering boy to peak. A few more thrusts from Lida delivered Yura into a world of ecstasy. He bit his full bottom lip and arched his back; Yura came furiously onto the wall in front of him. His knees grew week and buckled from under him causing him to grab at the shelves for support. Yura’s partner ran a hand down the blonde’s shaft a few more times and it had become sensitive, almost painful to the touch. He liked it though. He liked the pain he felt as Lida thrust deeper and deeper inside of him, the pain his lover’s nails inflicted as they scraped down his back, and the pain that tingled down his spine as Lida bit his shoulder.

Lida wrapped a hand around Yura’s arm and turned him around, pressing the other against the steamed over door of the shower. The two pressed their lips together passionately. Their embrace lasted for several minutes before they broke away. Yura and Lida rested their foreheads against one another and breathed in each other’s essence. Yura whispered to himself.

“Lida-Sama….” A smile grew on his lips and he playfully scoffed. “From now on, I’ll be the only Sama around here, got that?”

“Hai, YuraSama.” Lida answered with a small bow. Yura smiled a rather satisfied smile.

“Good Boy.”

Both men smiled and laughed to themselves.
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Hope you guys liked it! Please give me feedback!! And I'm looking for new story ideas. If any of you have ideas for new plots please let me know....otherwise you'll be reading about shower sex again! XD Thanks for reading and I hope you read my next ones!! *~Suger~*