Ocean Soul

{inspired by the song with the same title by Nightwish} {thank you YK for the suggestion ;) }

Clarity Scifiroots

Disclaimer: Shade, Rez, and Quix are my own characters. The plot (what little there is *embarrassed) is also mine. The concept of Karasu as a rockstar came about from someone doing a fusion with ZetsuAi and YYH, however, the new look to Karasu, the band, the music, the revised personality, yadda yadda, is mine. ;;^^

Warnings?: Hah! Actually Needed! Yaoi, PWP-ish *sad*, NC-17 content!!! O_O Let's all pass out upon hearing that one, ne? Bad language? >^_^<

Characters: Karasu, Kurama, Shade

Pairing: (featured) Karasu x Shade; of course Karasu/Kurama implications

Thank you to Youko Koenma for beta-ing this! ^__^ I'm still semi-uncomfortable having wirtten this but I'm getting used to it, LOL. BTW, outfit mentioned for Karasu inspired by a sketch I did - um located in the files of Karasu's Nest - and the glasses, well, that was born of a different conversation. lol.

July 3, 2002

The drums. That was the first thing he felt. That was where it all started for him: the feel of the drums and the underlying pattern that somehow organized everything else, no matter how random things may end up sounding. Then, following that beat which filled his being, came the strums and plucked strands of guitar. Almost gentle in tone, those notes caressed the ear and whispered false promises, lulling the listeners into a deceptive calm until he entered. With a sudden exhale of breath the lyrical introduction took place, raspy and desperate sounding.

/Dropped it on the way, Never pick it up again, Never go back again/

Shade and Rez clawed the strings of their instruments, eyes closed and mouths twisted up in smiles; Quix let out a crash from the cymbal before quickly picking up the pattern again. The microphone was suddenly his life, his love, his desire. Lips brushed against the covering as broken words poured from his mouth. His right hand clutched the mic while his left stroked the stand lovingly. His body was lost, moving as it wanted when the musical high reached his muscles.

/Not been around, Same as you were, Drop in to take what's yours, Leave/

His hand tensed on the mic as a gasp escaped his throat. Breathing into the mic heavily he looked into the murky crowd below the stage where vital, hot-bloodied bodies moved violently, wildly. A fight was taking place along the side of the room, two humans punching each other as an annoyed woman stood by cursing the both of them. Right before him, not more than a meter away from his leather-booted feet, was a couple grinding their hips together, the girl sliding up the biker's body with her hands twined behind his neck. The scent of their arousal reached his senses, enhancing his body's excitement.

Closing his eyes he leaned into the stand, taking the mic forward with him, leaning over the crowd as more of the lyrics shaped and fell from his lips like life's blood. Over the couple he whispered harsh words and then consoled them with a more gentle pause. His eyes cracked open into slits, brilliant violet shining behind lashes thick with mascara. There were eyes on him, studying him far more carefully than any of the typical children in that murk of sweat and smoke. His smile was vicious and loving at once. Again he brought the stand back and he formed the next words carefully, exaggerating their sounds as his lips curled about them. His eyes slowly eased across the mass in front of him, searching for the eyes he felt, the ones that made him feel like shrugging off his long coat of multi colors and give in to animalistic pleasures which crowded his mind, begging to be sated.

/Never really left, Yet never there, Dropped it on the way, Would you pick it up again?/

Yes... he could pick out the figure now, right in the middle of it all. Those vibrant eyes had moved from him, but he knew that it was the one who had been watching him. Now even this soul trapped in a human's body gave in to his spell and moved to the sounds the others were cranking out with wild abandon. He watched the single body brush up against so many others, yet not taking any invitations from them. From his position on stage he could pick out the black leather vest, laced up the side with leather ties; it clung to the young torso, beautifully proportioned yet clearly masculine. The face still retained hints of childhood, especially as the eyes were closed and mouth was slightly opened, a flush coloring his cheeks as he moved. Red hair fell from the ponytail and stuck to the sweaty face but the boy seemed not to notice, hands instead often caressing the other parts of his body, teasing himself even as the singer on stage played with his desires.

Without pause the rhythm changed to that of a new song and Rez took up his cue. Shade followed shortly and then both guitarist's voices created a soft wail for the backdrop.

/You can't hide, I know what you want/

He whispered the lines with a fierce determination, eyes still boring into that single body. His own hair, tinted blue, fell into his face, sticking close to his eyes. He did not move the strands, merely continued moving towards the mic and stroking its length as his words flowed over the crowd like a lover's caress.

/Come into my bed, You were searching for nothing more/

As he knew it would be, that was the moment those vibrant eyes reopened and focused on him. Leaf green irises were darkening and shining with lust, which could not be contained. Loving the look and the knowledge that behind those eyes the boy was angered with himself for giving in, he detached the mic from its stand and walked backwards towards Shade, leaning in closer as the guitarist bowed over his instrument in a loving fashion. While he crooned more sultry utterances, he slid right behind Shade, eyes still focused on the green ones piercing from the crowd. One gloved hand slid over the guitarist shoulder, coming to rest in the middle of a shirtless, bronzed chest. Shade leaned back against him, still playing, eyes closing fully and lips parting.

His hand moved against the slick flesh, fingers finding a darkened nipple and stroking it slightly before tweaking it. His lyrics still came, as did the guitar's voice, but the player gasped minutely and leaned his head back against the slightly taller body. Grinding into the guitarist before him, he finally broke contact with the boy in the crowd and closed his eyes, smiling to himself as he moaned into the mic. His sounds were emphasized by the ones of Shade beside him as he played again with the guitarist's chest. Finally he lowered his head enough so that his tongue could lap at the sweat gathered at the hollow of the guitarist's throat. He suckled gently at

the neck before moving up to the face and biting at the parted lips. Immediately the other's tongue found his and struggled against it, fighting automatically for control. He bit the tongue lightly, a punishment for challenging him. He parted from Shade's mouth and crooned into the mic again.

/Don't leave, you beg, But you don't take what I give, I know what you want, You can't hide it/

Those eyes were back on him again, angered now after his display, toning down the lust from before, but not yet dispensing it. He licked the side of Shade's face invitingly, keeping his eyes locked with the other's.

/You know what you want, Come into my bed/

He smiled seductively and rubbed against his guitarist as Shade moved against him.

/Why deny it, Come into my hands, Would you turn it down? Come into my hold/

The song was closing and his words trailed into faint 1 whispers, hard to hear through the thick air so thoroughly soaked with the smell of humans; their sweat, their blood, and their desires. The guitars sounded their final chords and his voice faded away with the lights. In the darkness he flipped the button on the mic and let it drop to the floor before gripping Shade's chin in his hand and tearing the face towards him as he captured the lips again in a violent way. The guitarist fumbled to unplug his instrument and then struggled to make it known he needed to put his guitar down. The singer silently laughed, eyes shining and lips cruel when he pulled back, walking a few paces before turning and disappearing backstage, knowing Shade would be following shortly.

He made it to his dressing room before the guitarist came close to him again. His milky brown skin glimmered with the mix of sweat and lighting and his dark eyes were bright as they stared at him from beneath running eye shadow. With an easy movement the singer shut the door with a click and trailed his hands up the appealing bare arms before him. Shade exhaled sharply as his earlobe was tugged between two rows of teeth. "Karasu..." he uttered, voice barely audible.

He suddenly gripped Shade with bruising force and shoved the guitarist onto the small dressing table in the tiny, private room. Karasu's mouth traveled across the bronzed face, sucking gently at the skin as he went. Traveling down quickly he nipped the strong neck and suckled at one nipple. Shade's hands rose as little gasps escaped him. Unconsciously he legs slipped further apart and he rolled his hips up desperately. Karasu bit him gently, reminding who was in control. Obediently Shade settled himself as his opposite nipple was appreciated with the same attention and time spent on the other. Karasu's hands finally slipped from their painful grip on his upper arms and trailed down to his sides. Planting his hands firmly on either of Shade's hips, Karasu came back up to exchange a sloppy, openmouthed kiss before descending and licking at the smooth bare belly before him.

Shade insistently tugged at the collar of the multicolored coat before him and began shoving it off Karasu's shoulders. The singer slipped his arms out of the sleeves, letting the cloth gather on the floor. His pants hung low on slender, bony hips. He was extremely pale against Shade's creamy brown skin, and even thinner than the guitarist. His chest was flawed by old scars and below that the slender bones of his ribs made themselves known. Even so, Shade reached out towards the body, grasping one slim but well-muscled arm. Karasu came back to him, hands guiding Shade's legs about his waist. Moaning softly, the guitarist again rolled his hips

forward, feeling the other's response. Sliding his hand between them, Karasu thumbed the button of Shade's jeans open and tugged down the zipper, already knowing there would be no other clothing underneath. His mouth found its way to caressing one bronzed ear while his hand tugged gently at Shade's swollen member.

Shuddering, Shade leaned forward and bit into a pale shoulder. His hands found their way beneath the edge of Karasu's pants and he ran his hands over the tight ass. He groaned as a finger played over the tip of his dick. "Shi...it..." he cursed softly, feeling himself giving way. He called out against the shoulder in his mouth as he came, hands clenching on Karasu's tight ass.

Karasu chuckled as the guitarist gathered himself together, his jaw unlocking from around his shoulder. Shade rubbed his cheek against the bite marks, sighing softly. Karasu raised his hand, studying the thin strands of semen across his hand. Shade watched too, wondering what he should do. With a grace unique to him alone, the singer brought his sticky hand to his mouth, tongue easing out to roll over a finger and clean off the mess. When he was finished with the first digit he offered the next to Shade and with only a brief moment of hesitance, the guitarist took the proffered finger into the cavern of his mouth. Sucking gently, his hands trailed a path over the pale back, where he could pick out the bony patten of the other man's spine. His fingers found their way to the clasping of Karasu's pants and undid them with ease. The pants slipped to the ground, pooling about the ankles of heavy-duty knee-high boots.

Again Karasu was laughing at him as he pulled his hand away. He wiped his hand on a random cloth that happened to be on the table beneath Shade's bottom. Piercing violet eyes met ebony as he finally spoke. "The next band needs this room... time's up."

"Make them wait," Shade mumbled, face buried against the slender neck as he breathed in the sweet musk of Karasu's body.

"We will continue at a later time."

Frowning against the pale skin, Shade cursed, "God, I hate it when you're serious."

Karasu was out of his grasp with no struggle. He bent, retrieved the dropped pants, and re-zipped them. Kissing Shade on the cheek he whispered in his ear, "Don't look now, but your cock's hanging out." He turned with an air of indifference and exited the room, leaving his coat on the floor.

Quickly righting his pants, Shade slid off the dressing table and picked up the coat, slinging it over his shoulders, not minding the dampness or its smell.

~ * ~ * ~

A pair of late customers entered the shop. The only others there were the two owners and a friend of theirs who sat drinking a mug of coffee at the counter. One wore a long coat of many colors which was so long on him, it almost dragged on the floor. His creamy brown skin appeared flawless, only faint smudges of old eye makeup marring his features. His short black hair was mussed, but in a rather sexy and appealing way. His companion was slightly taller and his pale skin was quite a contrast. Blue-tinted black hair fell just short of his shoulders in a fashion suggesting the need for good cleaning. His lips were painted dark purple, matching the long sleeved shirt he wore. His narrow eyes were covered by a pair of yellow-tinted glasses. A smirk crossed his lips the second he walked in the door.

Keiko shrugged and motioned to the counter before her. "Sorry, we put the chairs up at the tables already," she commented, looking about the room. Unfazed, the new customers sat. "What can I get you?"

Down a few seats, the redhead turned his face away, scowling. Yusuke was frowning, too, and decided Keiko could manage the new arrivals. It was obvious that the rivals recognized each other, even though Kurama would not acknowledge Karasu's presence. His vest felt too constricting now, too visible and eye-catching for his tastes. But then again he *had* picked it out specially earlier that night. Well, that had been prior to that extra little "performance" on stage. Taking another sip of his coffee, he considered asking Yusuke for something a bit stronger; but no, he wouldn't act like that.

"You dance superbly, itooshi."

The comment returned Kurama from his musings and, reluctantly, he met Karasu's gaze through the newly acquired glasses. He didn't like to admit the fact he was rather fond of the new level of sexiness they added to the youkai. "Hmm." He spared a glance at the one he recognized as one of the guitarists. "I'm sure *he* dances for you in a much more pleasing way," he retorted sarcastically.

Karasu smiled, lights glinting off the yellowed glass of his lenses. He stroked one of Shade's arms lovingly. "Perhaps... But I know your potential."

"And thank the gods that's all you'll ever know!" Yusuke intervened, glaring daggers. Keiko returned with the requested orders and set them down, then returned to Yusuke's side to cool his head.

Kurama had returned to his coffee, trying to ignore the others around him. Just why had he gone to the club? 'I seem to have a strange masochistic obsession with him and can never quite resist the chance to view the damn fuck when his band shows up playing, that's why,' he reminded himself.

"Surely you will come to Friday's show at Dahlia's, itooshi?" Karasu remarked, finger trailing absently along Shade's back. The guitarist remained quiet, not quite sure how he felt or how he should react to the current situation. He observed the redhead with a wary eye before leaning into the touch teasing him.

Anger flared in Kurama, born purely of jealousy, and he fought it down as he smiled sweetly. "I doubt it."

"I doubt you mean that."

"Fuck off."

Karasu smiled wider, "Fucking you sounds much more pleasant."

Hurriedly Kurama stood, ignoring the leering glance cast his way by violet eyes and Yusuke's argument with Keiko over having the right to kill "the prick." The redhead moved towards the door, going out of his way to avoid any close contact with Karasu or his companion. Karasu watched him go in amusement and calmly took a drink from his glass. He paid no attention to the half-youkai who was ready to kill him.

Shade stirred the contents of his soup about in a distracted way. He couldn't help but remember the backstage event from earlier that night. Karasu had said they would pick it up later, but if that was so, why were they sitting in this small shop right now? He chanced at glance at the two owners, one fuming and glaring and the other looking rather apprehensive. He wondered vaguely if Karasu had known that redhead was going to be here or not. He had only once before seen the redhead at one of the clubs they had played it. Shade had seen him standing barely a foot from the base of the stage and was dancing smoothly, eyes watching Karasu as if he was performing just for the singer.

"Time to get back to business." Shade looked up quickly and caught the gleam in the narrow eyes. All doubts brushed aside in that instant, and he grinned happily.

~~~Owari~~~

For now.

Yes, for now. Somehow I actually think this'll be my series of

Karasu-rocker fics...