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Title: Ravishing Beauty
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure PWP smut
Warnings: Male-male sex that might be considered dubcon (at least at first glance)
Pairing: Kai X Aoi
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Aoi’s onstage sexiness is really starting to get to Kai, to the point where he has to do something about it. Thank God for private backstage dressing cubicles.
Comments: A fill for the GazettE Kink/Porn Meme. Prompt: Anyone/Aoi - Aoi getting fucked against a wall hard. Is it because he's been driving everyone nuts and needs taking down a peg or two, or have his stage antics just made his partner too horny to wait? It's up to you! :D

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Kai could see everything that went on in front of him from his vantage point behind the drums. It was a bit like being the band’s hall monitor, sitting there on the raised platform at the rear of the stage, looking out at everyone.

It was one reason he had volunteered to be the band’s leader, back when they first hooked up with PSC. He figured he’d be able to keep an eye on everybody.

Every once in awhile, his gaze would be drawn to a particular part of stage business – even though he’d seen it all at this point. Ruki and Uruha performing a particularly intense bit of fanservice (like Ruki being on his knees beside the guitarist, looking like he was about to lick something other than his musical instrument), Reita putting some extra speed on his spin (to the point where Kai was afraid he was going to fly out into the audience) . . .

But for some reason, Kai’s eyes didn’t alight on Aoi very often. Maybe it was his usual position on the stage – sort of in the shadows, at least from Kai’s viewpoint – or maybe because he’d never done anything really dangerous, nothing that would require a leader’s attention.

That all changed at this particular live.

Kai didn’t know what drew his attention first. Maybe it was seeing Aoi nearly bump into Uruha as he crossed to the front of the stage. That didn’t happen very often. But once he had averted disaster, the first thing Aoi did was go into a very graceful backbend, leaning so far back Kai thought his head would touch the floor.

Well, damn. Why hadn’t he realized that Aoi was so very flexible? What he was doing . . . it looked like a circus acrobat. Graceful, stunning, just a little bit dangerous. And he looked very, very beautiful doing it.

Not to mention the connotation of what that flexibility would mean in places other than the stage. One could imagine Aoi contorting easily into a 69 position with someone of any size, or draping his legs over a partner’s shoulders as the other man fucked him hard, bending him more with every thrust, and . . .

And where the hell were these thoughts coming from in the middle of a live? Okay, time to stop that right now. Focus on the music, focus on the crowd, on the rest of the band, you’re supposed to be the damn bandleader . . .

Except he couldn’t keep his eyes off Aoi as he sashayed in front of the audience, moving his hips just so, seeming to seduce the fangirls from afar just as effectively as Ruki did. He heard the audience squealing, and he couldn’t blame them. Aoi was sex in motion, even when he was just playing his guitar . . . he seemed to be caressing the damn thing . . .

It was a good thing that Kai could do the drumming for all their songs in his sleep, because that’s just about what he was doing at this point. Hypnotism was a form of sleep, wasn’t it? He was hypnotized, mesmerized, and every other kind of “ized” you could think of. His eyes followed Aoi even back into his shadowy corner, because he was worth seeking him out in the shadows. And why the hell did he feel jealous when his bandmate blew a kiss to the fangirls?

The regular set ended, and Kai bolted backstage. He had to get changed quickly, since he and Reita were the first ones back out. Good, it gave him something to distract himself, and thank God each one of them had his own dressing cubicle in this venue – something like a department store fitting room. He could shut the door, close out the world, and . . .

And he really didn’t need THAT sight when he came out of his dressing room. There was Aoi, who had decided he just had to come out to the water cooler mid-changing. As in, he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight, black briefs.

Oh, dear J-rock Gods in Pinky Heaven. Kai’s eyes swept from top to bottom, taking in the flat, muscled stomach, the long, toned arms and legs, the perfect ass encased in that tight material, just begging to be grabbed . . .

Aoi noticed him and gave him a wry smile. “Hi,” he said, one hand running along his bare chest, and holy mother of tofu, why was he doing that? It just made Kai think that he was going to touch himself next, pinch a nipple and then slide down, push those briefs out of the way and then wrap his fingers around his . . .

“Just going back out there,” Kai said, quickly, grabbing his drumsticks and heading for the wings like he’d been shot from a cannon. His head was swimming and spinning. His heart was pounding. His stomach was doing cartwheels. His various body parts could be putting on a damn show by themselves.

All he was interested in was keeping one body part disciplined. Even behind the drums, his bandmates would be able to see an erection.

He didn’t know how he made it through the encores. His mind’s eye was permanently tuned into a vision of Aoi’s naked flesh, like a burned-in computer screen without a screen saver. God, the thought of a nude Aoi bent over, moaning in ecstasy as his perfect ass was plundered, calling Kai’s name out over and over . . .

What the hell was happening to him? He was the leader! He was the disciplined one! Up until now, he’d managed to keep a lid on his dirty thoughts, unlike some members of this group . . .

As it so happened, Kai and Aoi were the first two off the stage. Aoi was two steps ahead of him as he headed for his dressing cubicle. Kai approached his own little room . . .

And walked right past it. As they went up to Aoi’s room, he grabbed the guitarist’s hand, pulled him inside and kicked the door closed.

“What the . . .” Aoi began, but he was cut off by Kai’s lips pressing harshly against his as he was shoved up against the wall. Kai’s hands gripped at the encore T-shirt (thank God Aoi hadn’t gone with the multi-layered Rock and Read outfit), pulling him closer as he shoved his tongue into the other man’s mouth, claiming him, at least for the evening.

Kai heard Aoi moan, and felt the other man’s tongue stroke his. Oh, God, yes, Aoi was getting turned on by this, which just made Kai all the more excited. He yanked the shirt upward, and the kiss broke long enough to pull the garment off – then resumed, all pants and moans and tongues seeking and finding each other.

The drummer moved down to nip at the guitarist’s neck, drawing another moan from Aoi. Kai moaned in return, nipping again, then moving down to those nipples he’d been staring at before, when Aoi had tempted him at the water cooler . .

He tongued the bud, feeling it harden under his tongue, his hands moving over chest and stomach . . . Aoi was all flat, hard surfaces. A very male body, in contrast to the pretty, almost feminine face. So, so very sexy, so very fuckable . . .

He yanked the other man’s zipper down as his lips closed on the nipple, sucking, tongue teasing it. Pushing down the blue jeans revealed those same black briefs he was wearing before, oh, yes, he should be photographed wearing just those briefs, sinful body on full display, tempting the viewer like he’d tempted Kai through this whole damn show . .

The briefs were pulled down, quick and roughly, freeing a glorious erection, so big and well-formed – Aoi’s boasts of a “monster cock” were not idle. Kai moved down, enveloping it in his mouth right away, no preliminary teasing. He heard Aoi’s groan of “Fuck, Kai!”

Oh, yes, Aoi, Kai though as he sucked on that thing, moving down on it hard, that’s what you’re going to get. You’re going to get fucked hard, bent over against the wall. Kai was no longer caring that this wasn’t like him, that he didn’t get carried away like this. It was like Aoi had unleashed something dormant and pent-up inside him, some beast just waiting to come out.

He worked on that cock like a pro, sucking him hard, tongue teasing it as he moved up and down, savoring it – the feel of hardness slipping through his lips, the sound of Aoi’s moans and pants and murmurs of his name . . .

Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed Aoi by the arm and whirled him around, pressing his hands against the wall, that wonderful ass sticking out, on full display, twin curves offering the promise of untold ecstasy . .
Except the view of that ass was getting even better. Meaning that Aoi was bending over more and more, until he reached the ground. He fumbled with something, then stood up again, reaching backward . . .

Lube. Aoi had just gotten the lube from his gig bag. Suddenly, Kai realized he hadn’t brought any with him – well, how could he, this was a spontaneous ravishment. Wait a minute, was there any kind of ravishment? You didn’t exactly plan this in advance. “I’ve got room on my calendar this Tuesday, can you squeeze in a few minutes for me to shove you against the wall and fuck you wildly?”

He took the offered tube gladly, and then realized that he was still wearing his stage clothes. This was turning out to be a Phail!Ravishment. He should just stick to bandleading. Kai stripped everything off in a hurry – shirt, pants, underwear – and then grabbed the tube, squeezing it out on his fingers.

When he slid the first one inside Aoi, the guitarist leaned back against him, trying to push the digit deeper. “You really want this, don’t you?” Kai murmured as he began to move it in and out, feeling tight heat all around him.

“Yes,” Aoi murmured. “God, Kai, your fingers are so fucking big.”

“You want more of them, then?” Kai slipped in the second, and Aoi moaned, pushing his hips back again. Oh, Kai would give him more, all right. He’d give him everything. He’d give him all that he was begging for on that stage, plus a little extra . . .

The third finger slipped in, and Aoi was fucking himself on the digits now, hips thrusting backward, taking in as much as he could. Kai gently spread the fingers, opening him up, preparing him for his big cock, for the hard fucking they both wanted . . .

And he was still bent over in that position as Kai slicked his hardness – bent over, hands on the wall, ass pointed upward, a willing prisoner, a captured wild animal, the proverbial lightning in a bottle . . .

Kai guided his erection to his entrance, and then he was pushing in, filling him, doing what he’d been thinking about on stage at long last. He reached forward, hands grabbing Aoi’s wrists, possessively, leaning forward so that Kai’s mouth was right against his ear, panting heavily into it.

“You’re mine,” Kai murmured. “When we’re here like this . . .”

Aoi just let out a loud moan, eyes closed. He was being possessed, all right, filled and stretched by a huge cock, trapped between the bandleader and the wall. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide . . .

And his face reflected that he was loving every second of it.

Kai began to thrust, very gently, murmuring, “You’re so very sexy. Sexy and beautiful. You make everyone who sees you need to have you.”

Aoi moaned again. “Kai . . . oh, fuck . . .” He pushed his hips backward, and Kai felt more of that tight heat envelop him, oh, yes, it was glorious, being pulled into Aoi’s body like that, claiming him fully . . .

When he felt that Aoi could take it, he started to thrust, filling him, pulling out, filling him again. “So good,” he murmured. “Oh, Aoi . . .”

And before he knew it, he was fucking him hard, thrusting into the sexy body mercilessly, hearing the other man let out low, loud groans. He felt Aoi thrust back against him, and it drove him even more, pistoning into that ass, feeling like a porn star, a creature of pure need and lust . . .

There was a mirror in the room, and Kai glanced over, seeing Aoi bent over, willingly helpless, hands captured, hips pushing back, and himself, bathed in sweat, hips pumping, looking wild and hot and dangerous despite his sweet face . . .

“Fuck me,” Aoi groaned. “Hard . . . harder . . .”

Kai thrust as hard as he ever had in his life, maybe even harder, pounding into him, thinking it might come out through his throat, but that didn’t matter, he wanted to possess Aoi fully, wanted to leave no doubt as to who was doing this to him, wanted to . . .

And he felt the familiar tension, the coiling heat, deep in his body. He was going to come, any second, and he wanted to bring Aoi over the edge with him . . . His fingers closed around the other man’s cock, pumping it.

That was all it took. Aoi let out a loud yell, hips thrusting back again, and he came hard, come spilling all over Kai’s fingers, dripping onto the floor. When Kai felt that sheath clutch him, he tumbled into ecstasy after him, letting out a primal cry as intense sensation rocked his body.

He leaned forward, panting, clinging to Aoi . . . and as reality slowly returned, it began dawning on him, bit by bit, what he’d done.

Holy hell, he’d just ravished a bandmate. Backstage, yet, where everyone could hear. He was going to owe Aoi an apology at the very least. He was going to have to sit down and talk with him about this, tell him that he didn’t normally . . .

Aoi’s hand was reaching back, reaching up to stroke Kai’s cheek. “About time you did this.”

Well, that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. “What?” Kai spluttered. Nice to know he could still come up with brilliant, leaderly remarks at times of stress.

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since you joined the band,” Aoi said. “I’ve tried to catch your eye just about every show, but you never paid attention. I was beginning to wonder if I’d have to set myself on fire.”

No, he’d just set Kai on fire instead. “Why didn’t you just ask me?” Kai said.

“What fun would that have been?” Aoi said. “I liked the challenge of seeing how hot and bothered I could make you.” He ran the hand down Kai’s neck, then his arm. “More of a challenge to see if I could get you to lose your cool and fuck the hell out of me.” Looking back over his shoulder, he added with a sly smile, “I wouldn’t mind going back to the hotel and seeing what you do when I do ask nicely, though.”

And that wasn’t exactly an offer Kai was going to refuse. “Let’s do it, then,” he said, reaching for his clothes. “Um, I hope everyone has left, because if everyone else is still out there . . .”

“They’ll gawk at you with envy,” Aoi said. “It isn’t everyone who is allowed to fuck the great superstar in his dressing room.”

Well, not like everyone out there didn’t hear him and Aoi having sex. Hell, people on other planets probably heard him and Aoi having sex.

“I’ll be discreet, then,” Kai said, finishing dressing, then slipping out of that room and into his own, quickly, not making eye contact with anyone. Maybe they didn’t realize it was him, right? Aoi could have had anyone back there. There was no way in hell they’d know . . .

Which was precisely what Kai was proven a liar on a few days later, when a bakery box was delivered to his hotel room. Puzzled, he lifted the lid – and saw a cake in the shape of a watch face. Written on the surface, in frosting, were the words “It’s About Time.” Under that were smaller symbols spelling out “Uruha,” “Ruki” and “Reita.” Yes, they’d managed to do the complex “Uruha” kanji in frosting, which Kai considered a small miracle.

He closed the lid and put it on the dresser. So much for keeping what was between them a secret. Apparently, everyone had known how much Aoi wanted Kai . . . except Kai. All-observant bandleader, right?

Crossing the room, he lay back down on the bed. Aoi was still asleep. Well, they’d had a very heavy and intense bout of lovemaking before, during which he found out his new lover liked being spanked. He was finding out a lot about him, and he was looking forward to finding out a lot more.

Maybe he’d even surprise him with another backstage ravishing one of these days.


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 8th, 2012 06:46 pm (UTC)
“I’ve got room on my calendar this Tuesday, can you squeeze in a few minutes for me to shove you against the wall and fuck you wildly?”

Wait - this doesn't happen? My ideas about bandlife are ruined! XD

Seriously though, this was actually my prompt, and your fill was more than I could have hoped for. Thank you so much! :D
Dec. 8th, 2012 06:52 pm (UTC)
You are such wonderful human being for writing this pairing.

It was very...entertaining and hot, might I say. Definetely NOT a Phail!Fic. XD Oh, clueless Kai with the sinful superstar of sex appeal...
Dec. 8th, 2012 07:37 pm (UTC)
Waw such pairing is good idea!!!!
Dec. 8th, 2012 07:37 pm (UTC)
“What?” Kai spluttered. Nice to know he could still come up with brilliant, leaderly remarks at times of stress.
“They’ll gawk at you with envy,” Aoi said. “It isn’t everyone who is allowed to fuck the great superstar in his dressing room.”

you killed me XD I liked this veeery much!
Dec. 8th, 2012 07:41 pm (UTC)
I can't.

"Written on the surface, in frosting, were the words “It’s About Time.”

kalfjl;asdkjfkjasdksl;fkdj This was so cute and hot at the same time.
Dec. 8th, 2012 10:35 pm (UTC)
Aaaawwww ... Smexyness overload ... Wild and intense ... I love the surprise striking kais mind when aoi bend backwards towards him with his statement "Its about time" ... Wonderful timeing i have to admit ... And the bandsmates frosting cake timeing ... Love it ... All in all as gorgeous as always and touching feelings on top of it ... *thumbs up* ... <3 ... xoxo ...
Dec. 9th, 2012 01:30 am (UTC)
This was awesomeness!Cookies for you <3
Dec. 9th, 2012 02:23 am (UTC)
asdfghjkl;fdhjdghdlhfilhgfjskfhgjk *brain melt*

Since I'm such a daredevilI actually just read this on my phone while standing up at a party (boring party tbh) surrounded by people and let me tell you that I had to gulp my glass of wine afterwards just to cool down. Good fucking lord woman, this was smouldering hot, yet completely endearing and hilarious in parts. Only you can manage this perfect combination of hot and intense yet completely clueless leader-san. And cocky as hell Aoi of course, totally in character xD

I did I not get a delicious flashback of my own Tora x Uruha when you mentioned the mirror...unf! I appreciated that very much. And all the talk about Kai's endowment and Aoi's flexibility and...and...oh fuck I should stop now I AM in public afterall xD

That was gorgeous and perfect and just what I needed since this party is tedious at best and I have been neglecting commenting on my favourite author's stories (which you are my darling) In short, perfect, as expected from you dear. xoxo
Dec. 9th, 2012 01:04 pm (UTC)
too much quotations that made me laugh here:

- He was hypnotized, mesmerized, and every other kind of “ized” you could think of.
I like the way you wrote this..lol

- Oh, dear J-rock Gods in Pinky Heaven.

- holy mother of tofu
dafuq!? LOLOLOL

- His various body parts could be putting on a damn show by themselves.
No. I just..shouldn't imagine this..LOL

- Even behind the drums, his bandmates would be able to see an erection.
THIS!! WIN!! *hands you a lot of cookies*

- a vision of Aoi’s naked flesh
There. I stopped laughing. And it suddenly felt so hot in my room, despite the fan that already turned on beside me.
And yes, thank you.

- “They’ll gawk at you with envy,”

For short, you win my night!
Dec. 9th, 2012 10:07 pm (UTC)
NGGGAAAHHH! This was such an awesome piece~ Aoi, you freaking tease! Even the always calm and composed Leader-sama can't resist you, hahaha!

I love this. It was such a fun and delicious read. Thanks for the meal~ XD

P.S. The cake had me lolling like hell. XD Such cute and supportive bandmates. XD
Feb. 1st, 2013 10:45 pm (UTC)
I hope you don't mind, but that line "twin curves offering the promise of untold ecstasy" sounds like it could be in a song......so can I use it :3

I'm not going to publish it anywhere, but if I end up composing actual music and not just writing lyrics then I want permission. xD
Feb. 2nd, 2013 03:04 am (UTC)
By all means, you can use it! I'm thrilled that you asked!
Mar. 27th, 2013 04:04 am (UTC)
I loved that line "it's great to know he could still come up with leaderly replies like that under times of stress

Kai is such a cute BEAST!
Mar. 28th, 2013 11:07 am (UTC)
Late to the reading party here! LOL Trying to catch up... :D But anyway, hot damn! Kai!!!! He was definitely on fire here, and I can't blame him one bit, because unf Aoi! :D

Awesomely hot ravishing fic, and no phail about it, Kai! *g* Love the rushed sex!
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