Visual Kei One-Shots

Takashi x Yoshiatsu (DADAROMA)

*A/N: This story is dedicated to the wonderful I_am_Hustler. This is the second time I have written a request from I_am_Hustler and I seriously love the inspiration I am given from the story request! Thankyou so much! I hope you enjoy this story, and there will be another one-shot request from I_am_Hustler up soon! ~ filth*

Takashi's POV:

He was in pain. Excruciating pain. Yoshiatsu was a monster. He was so sadistic, a similar aura to his dominant stage act. The chains. The bruises. The blood. It hurt so much. But he loved it. He didn't mind the physical abuse, because he loved the black haired man. Another thrust jolted his body.

"Yoshi...." He panted.

He wanted so much to tangle his hands into the swinging black hair of the vocalist. To pulling Yoshiatsu's face closer and kiss him. But he couldn't. He was bound. Literally. The chains were wrapped tightly around his wrists and attached to the bed head. It was frustrating, but he knew that the other man liked having complete dominance over him.

"You're so beautiful... I could eat you up." Yoshiatsu grinned a feral smile, causing him to shiver.

More thrusts to his body brought him closer to his high. He groaned and whined feebly under his lover. Finally hands complied his wishes, and he was being touched and stroked. The vocalists erratic and harsh movements were telling him that his lover was getting tired, and soon this would be over, and then it would be all sympathy and cuddling. His favourite part of the night. They both came to the edge, Takashi screams laced with Yoshiatsu's deep growls.

"Oh Yoshi... I love you..." He panted.

"Mmm... love you too..." The black haired man murmured.

Takashi frowned. Something sounded off. The vocalist smiled and nuzzled his stomach. Pain ripped through him. Looking down he saw blood, so much blood. Yoshiatsu looked up at him and grinned. He screamed.

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He bolted upright panting. His body was drenched in a cold sweat. Gasping he clutched his stomach. Looking down the purple haired man saw smooth, flawless creamy skin. The guitarist sighed. It was just a nightmare. Takashi glanced across to the raven beside him. Yoshiatsu was fast asleep. Smiling he flicked his legs out of bed and looked for his clothes, which were scattered all around the room, evidence of their wild and rough night. Finding his boxers he pulled them on and turned to give his lover a kiss. Blood covered the sheets where he had been laying. Not the usual amount of blood from the vocalists rough punishments, this was enough to have come from a deep wound. He screamed again, causing his lover to wake.

"Taka..." Was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.

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"I told you to stay away from him." A deep voice murmured.

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Takashi woke to the sound of arguing. Padding out to the kitchen he saw Yoshiatsu and Yusuke arguing.

"You could of killed him! I'll allow the violent sex, but I will not allow you to eat him!" The blonde drummer screamed.

Yuse knows about our sex?

"I wouldn't have killed him." The vocalists quiet response was almost inaudible.

Are they talking about me?

"If you ever do that to him again, I will take you back to that place and let them kill you!"

He flinched when Yoshiatsu punched the other man. The black haired man had never hit anyone other than him.