Kumo no ito ~The Spiders' Downfall~

LEMON WARNING. it's not very long but still. Kirito likes pain. :x

part two: Pain and Pleasure

"Ohayou," Kohta murmured as he slipped inside the studio, past two

pairs of staring eyes. He immediating set to getting his equipment

out and plugging his bass into the amp sitting nearby. With his face

lowered, no one could see the eyes clouded with slight pain looking

at nothing in particular. His back ached. The blood had hopefully

dried by now.

Jun smiled secretly to himself as Kohta entered the room. Setting his

guitar down on its stand lovingly, he wandered over to where Kohta

was setting up. "Ohayo~~~u~~~ Koh-kun!" Jun chirped, hands clasped

behind his back. Kohta said nothing.

"Kohta?" Jun repeated, a look of worry appearing, much to his

discontent. Kohta acted as if Jun had -just- started talking to

him. "Oh? Hi, Jun."

No 'You're so cute.' No 'I love you.' No 'Let's get together after

practice.'

Just...hi.

Jun bit his lip in the effort not to say anything or worse than that,

break into tears. It was only yesterday that something had happened

between them. Perhaps Kohta just needed time to think it over.

So the synth guitarist cleared his throat and stared at the blonde's

hazy eyes. "Are you okay?" he said in a mother-like tone, opening his

arms to give Kohta a soft hug.

A painted eye pierced the scene.

Kohta winced and arched his back upward, a breath hissing through his

clenched teeth. It hurt. He hoped Jun couldn't feel anything. He

still didn't know what to do.

Jun stared up at Kohta with shock and pulled away. "Gomen nasai! What

did I do?" he choked. How could he hurt Kohta? He had barely touched

him, just brushed fingertips against the small of his back...

Kohta shook his head and smiled. For Jun. To reassure him that

everything was okay when indeed, Kohta had no idea what was okay and

what was not. "No, I'm fine. Just slept in a funny position I

suppose." Jun nodded gravely.

A painted eye blinked and turned away.

Kirito clapped his hands and turned to Jun and Kohta. Takeo was and

had been seated at his drumset, unknowingly observing everything.

People often took him for granted, that he sat there and did nothing.

They couldn't -be- more wrong.

"Well, if our dear guitarist would just show up we cou--"

"GOMEN NASAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" Aiji squawked as he ran into

the room, hair flying about his head and guitar strapped to his back.

He pulled it off and out, plugging it in and removing hair from his

eyes with a sweep of his hand. "I just....was looking for

something..." There was a sideways glance at Kirito, who did not see

to acknowlegde it.

"Well then. I guess we -can- get started now."

Jun stared at Kohta, and Kohta stared at the ground. Aiji stole

glances of Jun and especially Kirito. Kirito merely stared at

nothing. Takeo took notes of everything.

And so, they were once again lured into the web and back out again.

Confused. Lost.

***

Kohta gasped and dug his nails into Kirito's back deeper. He knew now

that Kirito loved the pain. It earned him a drawn-out moan before

Kirito thrust into him again, harder, harder, always harder. Always

striving for higher. His arms were slick on his back, and Kohta's

head arched back with a grunt. His brother's nails graced his skin,

and he could feel the wounds open. Could feel the slight blood stain

the sheets below. But it didn't matter. Only Kirito mattered.

Kirito pushed in as far as he could go, letting his lips trail over

the tan skin of Kohta's neck and shoulders. Gasps and moans decorated

the air from a deep voice. Once again he pulled out. A whimper.

Pushed back in. A near-shriek.

He just wanted Kohta to be happy. He just wanted Kohta to stay with

him. Forever. Belong to him. Forever.

His hands roamed Kohta's back, coming over the broad shoulders and

down his sweat-soaked chest, toying with his nipples. Then down even

further, until his thumbs pressed just below Kohta's bellybutton. His

small fingers coiled around Kohta's hips and held him there, still.

Pull out. Push back again.

'I love you. I want you. Don't ever leave.'

"Nng...Ki-chan...I'm.....mmnnn....niichan...."

Tongue on someone else's lips. Trailing down a slender neck. Hands on

his own back. Painted moans in his ear.

If he was doing this all to someone else, then why did this someone

sound so much like himself?

"Say it Kohta. Let me hear you say it."

"I...I..."

Harder. Harder. Blood. Sweat. Lust.

'I love you. I...need you...you're...you're...'

"...oh fucking god onii, I'm....I'm...YOURS!" A wail.

Kirito felt the sticky liquid join between them, join them together

even further.

And he got the same wonderful feeling that he had given.

Kohta's eyes were closed, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead.

He looked so sweet and peaceful, like an angel.

Kirito almost wanted to laugh.

~The other prey are learning....don't let them figure out the plan,

keep them trapped in a sweet spell.~

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