The Hidden Music of Atsuro Kiryu:

Disclaimer: Sensual Phrase (Kaikan Phrase) is owned by Shogakukan and VIZ, and the characters are the intellectual property of Mayu Shinjo.  I do not claim rights to any of these characters.  I write this purely for the fun of seeing if I can do so.  Please enjoy.

 

He was a sex god, standing on stage in his black silk shirt open to his navel.  His hair danced around his eyes, while his leather pants tightened and loosed across his crotch as his hips shifted with the music.  The crowd was full of people screaming his name, but he heard none of it.

 

He had one hand wrapped around the frets of his guitar as if he was holding a lover’s wrist, while the other hand tickled the strings, raising the temperature in the audience by a good ten degrees.  Sakuya was crooning a sexy tale about an empty beach and a midnight encounter while he drove himself deeper into the frenzy of the riff.  He had a snazzy little solo section at the end and his fans screamed orgasmically as he threw in the final chord. 

 

Women and men were screaming; and as he opened his eyes; he was assaulted by the lights.  Lowering his head, he gave his patented sexy boy look by lowering his head and gazing out through his long bags.  The fans went wild as he threw in an open toothed smile.  As the music faded away, he turned and walked to the center of the stage to meet the other four band members for their final number.  As they turned to the crowd, Yuki smiled.  “Good solo Atsu.”  He grinned genuinely and started the pounding music to ‘Game Master’ as the four musicians gave invisible support to the man singing tearfully in the front.

 

The lights blink out as the crowd erupted.  Backstage, Wardrobe was pulling off his clothing and pushing him into a white shirt with black feathers around the neck while the rest were being transformed.  They ran back out onstage to perform one of their classics…’From a Fallen Angel.’  Then it was backstage to meet with all of the fans who had paid extra to get autographs and to meet the singers. 

 

Since it was well known among the fans that Santa and Atsuro were gay, their fans typically consisted of fan girls, fan guys, and a smattering of fellow musicians.  They took time to pay attention to each and every one of them, knowing they were the reason Lucifer had risen as far as it had.  As the crew cleared away the last of the fans, Santa and Atsuro smiled knowingly at each other, then turned and headed in opposite directions.

 

Snagging a bottle of water as he walked down the hallway, Atsuro was already thinking about what he was going to do on his day off.  As he opened the door to his dressing room, he stopped at the sight of a young boy sitting on his couch, reading a book.  He started to say something about the interruption of his privacy, but then he realized the boy was reading Crime and Punishment by Tolstoy.  Smiling, he shut the door and clicked the lock. 

 

The boy looked up in surprise, blinking brown eyes under a red sox cap, he set the book down as the sex symbol walked toward him, torturously unbuttoning his white shirt as he advanced.

 

“Eh…”  The boy scooted up onto the couch, folding his coltish legs under him.  “Ahhh.  Atsuro…”

 

“Mmmm.”  He leaned forward, the tails of his shirt falling on either side of his prey, “What did I say about tempting me with treats when I’ve just come from a concert?”

 

A blush stole over the youth’s face.  “That you were always hungry after a show.”  He fingered his cap and jacket.  “But I’m not dressed to tempt.”

 

Atsuro grabbed the kid’s chin in a tender but firm hold and leaned forward, breathing lightly against the parting lips.  “Everything you wear tempts me.”  Pulling off the kid’s cap, he leaned forward sealing their mouths in a mind-blowing kiss.  As the longer hair of his step-sister fell out from the cap, he drove his tongue in to foray with hers.

 

Her every moan was music to his ears, and he put a knee on the couch, laying her down to kneel over her.  Manacling one wrist above her head, he drove his playing hand under her sweatshirt and kneaded her breasts.  She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, digging nails into his back.  As they broke for air, they smiled at each other.  “How ya doing big sis?”  She punched him lightly on the chest.  “What?  You’re the one with the hang-up.  My mother and your father are married.  We have nothing in common except we lived in the same house for years.”  He pulled her jacket down, trapping her arms.  Swooping down, he laid kisses along her collarbone while she struggled to hold him in return.  “There’s nothing wrong with our relationship.  If we hadn’t lived together, this would have happened long before now.”

 

He had her pinned and was kissing her so that she couldn’t respond.  Frustrated, Yuka bit his lip.  He reared back, inadvertently aligning their sexes.  Both groaned before he smiled.  “What was that for?”

 

“For not letting me speak.”  As blood dripped onto her white shirt, she noticed she’d bitten his lip harder than she thought.  She tried to raise a hand to his face, but the jacket prevented her.  “Please, I’m not comfortable being bound like this.  I want the freedom to touch you.”

 

“Mmm, okay.”  Smiling, he finished stripping her jacket off, along with the ruined tee.  Pushing her back down, he worked his way down her chest, leaving a smear of blood from her bite.

 

“You’re leaving blood all over me.  We need to take care of that lip.”  She leaned forward to push him off, but he stopped her by simply leaning forward and placing his hand on her chest.

 

“Leave it.  I’m playing out a fantasy.”  At her ‘O,’ he continued.  As he got to her curls, he stopped and reared forward, impaling her on his penis.

 

“Oooh.”  She clawed his back, feeling incredibly stretched from the sudden insertion.  “Atsuro!”  She panted while he arranged her thighs on his hips.  Riding her hard, he panted while he pulled her up, taking away her leverage so that she was as open as she could be.  “What are you doing to me?”

 

He swooped down and gave her a tongue fuck to match the one below.  Breaking away, he stopped moving to hold her face in his hands.  “You answered my kiss with your teeth.”  He grunted and thrust once.  “My blood on your belly…I’ve parted your knees, pressed deep inside…”  He tightened his hold on her ass, causing her to squeeze his hips harder between her thighs as he pushed in harder.  He pumped twice more, eliciting a long moan.  As she climaxed around him, he held tight to his control.  Panting, she looked at him to see him smiling in pain.  “Baby, I’ve got a cruel jones for you.”

 

“Atsuro!”  She dug her nails in, finally figuring out that his fantasy was his own band’s lyrics.  Finally reaching his peak, he held her ass in one hand while he lowered his chest to pin her shoulders.  Pistoning in and out quickly, he brought her to a second climax before having one himself.  Shivering and shaking, they shared a long climax. 

 

After their orgasms had died down; they lay there for a while, gathering their strength.  Finally, she looked at him.  “I’d never paid attention to the lyrics before.”

 

He sat up, looking deep into her eyes.  “You don’t like us?”

 

She smiled mischievously.  “I didn’t say that.  I said I never paid attention to the lyrics.”

 

He smiled lecherously in response.  “And why would that be?”

 

She could feel him harden in her, and she knew they were both in for a long night.  “Because I’d never gotten past the guitar.”

 

Beginning to move, he brushed her hair away from her face.  “I love you so much Yuka.”  She kissed him.  “Will you let me play one more riff before we leave for the party?”

 

She pushed him, following him so that she was on top.  “Only if I get top billing.”

 

Eliciting a groan from her by pushing up while pulling her down, he smiled gently.  “As the lead vocalist…” he licked her chin, “All you ever had to do was ask.”

 

His band mates had their party and then went to bed, leaving Santa and Towa as the only lone men in the group.  Towa was putting together a second plate.  “I saw Atsuro’s love interest sneak into his room just after the performance.”  The looked at each other, and laughed. 

 

Santa spoke first.  “Can you believe that three of our members are in committed relationships and they aren’t even twenty yet?”

 

Towa was picking at a shrimp cocktail.  “Yes.  And I’m sure we’re not too far off.”  He didn’t even look up from his plate.  “We’re both going to find nice women to settle down with, then none of us will want to rock.”  Santa snorted and Towa looked up.  Suddenly a bright grin covered his face.  “You’re right.  We’ll be rocking in our nursing home.”  Standing up, he turned to his friend.  “Come on.  I won’t provide you with any hot loving, but I am more than willing to beat you in hundred-yen poker.”

 

Grabbing a plate of quiche and hors d’oeuvres, Santa turned to leave the lobby.  “Sure, poker’s a single guy’s best friend.”

 

“Yeah, because Lady Fortune is the only ‘getting lucky’ we’re going to see.”

 

They laughed and headed off to smack cards missing when the two in question snuck out, Atsuro lightly kissing a fake boy on the lips and grabbing a plate of snacks before they headed back inside for a long night of loving.

 

A/N:  I don’t promise that this does any justice to the story.  Mayu Shinjo and Kelly Sue DeConnick have such a way with words, but I just love the back story for these two.  This was taken after book 6, so if the plot changed for these two after 6, I guess I’ll find out when the rest get here this week.  Hope you enjoyed.-TK