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Heat - DiexShinya - Dir en grey - 1/1
Title: Heat
Chapters: oneshot
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melinen aka daishimel
Genre: general, hints of romance
Disclaimer: The same old song aka no owning
Rating: PG
Pairings: DiexShinya
Synopsis: heat + ice cubes = a good kind of surprise
Comments: Written for Midsummer Whispers's first week (themed summer) over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dxs_love.
(Should anyone wonder, I haven't forgotten the other things I need to write. I've just had a rough couple of weeks, computer-wise that is, and have been quite unable to do anything to them. They'll get finished soon, though, fear not. :D)
Heat
It is a beautiful night, one spent in yet another hotel while being in yet another tour. It is a day in between two lives, for which the band is grateful for the heat is much too strong to allow them to play in a comfortable temperature.
Not that sweating is anything they shy away from, but dying from dehydration isn't anyone's top priority.
--
Shinya sits there in the balcony, a glass of iced water in his hand: the ice cubes are clicking merrily against one another, allowing small, barely noticeable rainbows to appear whenever one of them catches a ray of sun on its way to its destination; wherever it may be Shinya has no clue but he hardly cares, either.
The air is hot, humid; and if Shinya closes his eyes he can almost convince himself that he is alone on a deserted island, the sand warming his bare feet and the warmth of the sun on his skin comes from a cloudless sky, nothing else than the endless, clear blue horizon stretching out everywhere around him.
It would be beautiful, and it would be his alone.
--
That is how Die finds him.
A familiar grin lightens up his face as he quietly makes his way to the blonde deep in thought; and when strong arms encircle his thin waist, Shinya's slight start is covered by a small smile spreading over his lips.
"I was thinking about you," Die tells him and makes room for himself by simply picking the drummer up, the latter soon ending up securely in the former's lap.
The ice cubes make a slight clicking sound when Shinya shifts to make himself more comfortable.
"Funny," he says lightly, "I wasn't thinking about you."
Die chuckles. "Liar."
"Conceited," comes the quick answer.
There is a shrug, and then Die's arms pull Shinya flush against his body. Soft lips press themselves against the sensitive skin of Shinya's neck, not quite a kiss but something close enough.
"It's hot," Shinya complains, but remains unmoving in Die's lap, holding his breath; for what purpose, he does not know himself, either.
"I can help you with that," Die purrs, "if you let me."
He gets up and carries Shinya back inside the hotel room, glass and all, and sets him down on the bed. One moment later, before Shinya has had the chance to realise what is happening, Die has pushed his shirt up and is moving an ice cube up and down the exposed skin; Shinya gasps, eyes slightly widened, but when Die leans down to kiss him, everything else fades away and the drummer finds himself finally letting go.
--
Shinya's glass lies forgotten on the bedside table, the ice cubes melting until all there is left is simply water.
Chapters: oneshot
Author:
melinen aka daishimelGenre: general, hints of romance
Disclaimer: The same old song aka no owning
Rating: PG
Pairings: DiexShinya
Synopsis: heat + ice cubes = a good kind of surprise
Comments: Written for Midsummer Whispers's first week (themed summer) over at
dxs_love. (Should anyone wonder, I haven't forgotten the other things I need to write. I've just had a rough couple of weeks, computer-wise that is, and have been quite unable to do anything to them. They'll get finished soon, though, fear not. :D)
Heat
It is a beautiful night, one spent in yet another hotel while being in yet another tour. It is a day in between two lives, for which the band is grateful for the heat is much too strong to allow them to play in a comfortable temperature.
Not that sweating is anything they shy away from, but dying from dehydration isn't anyone's top priority.
--
Shinya sits there in the balcony, a glass of iced water in his hand: the ice cubes are clicking merrily against one another, allowing small, barely noticeable rainbows to appear whenever one of them catches a ray of sun on its way to its destination; wherever it may be Shinya has no clue but he hardly cares, either.
The air is hot, humid; and if Shinya closes his eyes he can almost convince himself that he is alone on a deserted island, the sand warming his bare feet and the warmth of the sun on his skin comes from a cloudless sky, nothing else than the endless, clear blue horizon stretching out everywhere around him.
It would be beautiful, and it would be his alone.
--
That is how Die finds him.
A familiar grin lightens up his face as he quietly makes his way to the blonde deep in thought; and when strong arms encircle his thin waist, Shinya's slight start is covered by a small smile spreading over his lips.
"I was thinking about you," Die tells him and makes room for himself by simply picking the drummer up, the latter soon ending up securely in the former's lap.
The ice cubes make a slight clicking sound when Shinya shifts to make himself more comfortable.
"Funny," he says lightly, "I wasn't thinking about you."
Die chuckles. "Liar."
"Conceited," comes the quick answer.
There is a shrug, and then Die's arms pull Shinya flush against his body. Soft lips press themselves against the sensitive skin of Shinya's neck, not quite a kiss but something close enough.
"It's hot," Shinya complains, but remains unmoving in Die's lap, holding his breath; for what purpose, he does not know himself, either.
"I can help you with that," Die purrs, "if you let me."
He gets up and carries Shinya back inside the hotel room, glass and all, and sets him down on the bed. One moment later, before Shinya has had the chance to realise what is happening, Die has pushed his shirt up and is moving an ice cube up and down the exposed skin; Shinya gasps, eyes slightly widened, but when Die leans down to kiss him, everything else fades away and the drummer finds himself finally letting go.
--
Shinya's glass lies forgotten on the bedside table, the ice cubes melting until all there is left is simply water.