Angel & Dare's Yaoi-lick-ous Adventure

Angel & Dare's Yaoi-Lick-ous Adventure

                                 By Z. Allora (Copyrighted Oct. 2014)

(((THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER 18 OR OFFENDED BY YAOI THEMES))) 

 

***** The Dark Angels is a hot rocker series. This is a little short takes place between The Dark Angels: With Wings and The Dark Angels: Tied Together. Our sweet little Dare is slowly coming to grips with his new sexual identity, and feels the stimulation at Yaoi Con a little overwhelming. ******

Darius Stone (Dare): Guitar player

Angel Luv:  Singer

Dusty Davis: Drummer

Robin Strider: Keyboard player

Josh Strider: Bass player

                 *****I apologize in advance. No official editor has kissed this short. *****

             

“Dusty, why do you care? We’re just having some fun.” Angel shook his head and paced back and forth in front of the hotel bed with his cell phone attached to his ear.

Sounded like their drummer, also Angel’s best friend, was giving him shit about them coming here. Darius learned to smile and nod when it came to those two bickering.

Angel stomped his foot. “Hey, but admit it. I’m a lovable impulsive child.”

Darius Stone bit back a chuckle.

“And just for harassing me again, no pictures for you.” Angel smirked at Dare and held the phone away from his ear.

Jesus, Dare could hear Dusty’s ranting from across the room.

Angel cleared his throat. “No. Dusty not all your advice is right.”  Dare’s lover retraced his pace path as Dusty probably listed all the times his wisdom had been correct. “Whatever. You were wrong about Bali.”

Dare was glad Angel didn’t take anyone’s advice. Hell, the singer even ignored his own judgment and dragged Dare off to Bali. It was a chance that had given them almost a year and still counting of happiness.

Shit, this might take a while. Dare grabbed his own cell phone and checked for new messages. He played a couple games on his phone before Angel sounded like he was wrapping up the conversation..

“Dusty, I’m telling you, it’ll be fine. I’ll text you later. Say hi to your little brothers for me.” Angel ended the call and asked Dare. “You ready?”

“No.” But Darius followed Angel into the hallway anyway. When he stepped into the empty elevator Dare caught a glimpse at his reflection in the mirrored wall. What the hell was he thinking? Here was proof positive he’d do ANYTHING Angel Luv wanted him to do. He frowned,adjusted his aqua bobbed wig, and tried to glare at his lover. "I seriously don't know how you talked me into this!"

The man who could persuade him into anything wrapped his arms around Dare and growled. “You look edible. I don’t know how I let you leave the room.”

“Ang, Dusty’s right. This is crazy.”

“Oh, come on. Happiness is only a hair flip away. “ Angel tossed his fake aqua hair over his shoulder and smiled into the mirror.

Dare turned to the crazy man he loved more than anything in the world. “How can you be so sure they won’t recognize us?”

“Who would expect to see the lead singer and guitar player of The Dark Angels at the Yaoilicious Fest?”

True. The attendees certainly wouldn’t be looking for them.

His lover laughed, higher-pitched than usual, as if to prove he could stay in character. “We’re just two guys dressed in Japanese schoolgirl outfits to enjoy the event.  With all the great prizes they’re giving away this year, most people are cosplaying, so we’ll fit in.”

“Yeah, but…” He cut his words off as the metal doors slid open. Well, here went nothing. They stepped out into the hotel lobby.

 A girl with a camera shrieked and pointed, “Oh my GOD! LOOK!”

Shit! They’d been caught. He and Angel had barely taken twenty steps before cameras and cell phones surrounded them.

" You look pretty," Angel whispered.

Angel turned Dare into his embrace and through clenched teeth told him again to, “Smile.”

“Awwwww, you two are sweet. Who are you supposed to be?” a young woman with a long braid gushed.

Angel tittered and batted his eyelashes.

“I bet they’re cosplaying the new one that’s only in Japanese,” the Asian guy she was standing next to said with some authority.

“Cosplay?” Dare whispered.

Angel responded, “To dress up like a character from a yaoi novel or a character in a movie.”

“Kiss him.” One of the older women with her cell phone pointed at them to capture the moment. Everyone murmured in agreement.

Ever the showman, Angel grabbed Darius's hand to twirl him around, causing his little aqua skirt to spin up past his waist.

  "Hey!" Dare yelped and pulled away to stop his skirt from swirling away his coverage. Damn. Angel had convinced him to wear a matching thong that was barely holding his junk in place.

His lover’s amber eyes were so full of love Dare melted. He always did. Angel dragged him back into his arms and bent him back into a dip. When Angel’s lips touched his he swooned like the rest of the camera wheedling semi-circle. He kicked his leg out for balance and clung to Angel’s mouth.

“Thank you.” Someone clapped. Several other watchers twittered with excitement as the audience of twenty broke up in search of new visional delights.

Angel ended the kiss and stood Dare back upright. Fuck, that was some kiss. He actually needed Angel to steady him. 

“See, we’re just part of the herd.” Angel’s “I told you so” didn’t need to be spoken aloud. “Come on. Let’s go into the dealer’s room.”

WOW! Darius tried not to stare at all the ornate costumes.  It was impossible not to gawk at the aliens and scantily cosplayers as he and Angel wound their way through the merchandise. They strolled between the rows and rows of tables that hawked every imaginable yaoi item, from novels, to prints, to action figures, to leather, to… yaoi paddles.

Holy shit! The room was filled with so much sex Dare could almost taste the pheromones; or was that just because he clip clopped next to Angel?  Damn, these aqua three-inch heels were killing him. How did women do it?

He was riveted to Angel’s aqua skirt as it swished back and forth. Shouldn’t he be out of the honeymoon phase of their relationship? Angel turned and smiled at him. Fuck, his insides flipped and his heart did that little squeezy thing whenever he was near the man. He should give up and allow himself to be swept up in his Angel-driven lust.

Angel fascinated and confused him. But his lover was a puzzle he wasn’t going to solve today.  Darius tried not to get lost drinking in his man click clacking next to him, and tried to focus on his surroundings. Holy Hell! Angel was a sight to witness in his four-inch heels.

Dare glanced around at the crowds while Angel searched the tables for his favorite artists. No one paid them any attention. It was strange not to be the focus of attention, and maybe a little disappointing. These kids were the same age as most of The Dark Angel fan base. "They really don’t recognize us?"

"Worried?" Angel arched an eyebrow and adjusted Dare’s tie.

Jesus, worry and doubt had become Dare’s constant companion since joining The Dark Angels. He was completely out of his element. Hell, first he’d wondered if he was good enough to play sold out arenas. Turns out he was. Then he’d agonized over whether he was straight.  He wasn’t.

He’d accepted he bi-sexually, but not without a few bumps along the way. When the news got out, he was terrified his father would disown him. He did. No real loss but the pain still sliced him. And he was continually afraid the great rock and roll rebel wouldn’t continue to want him. Angel constantly proved his physical desire, but...   

Why did Darius give worry so much power over him? His friend Paige kept telling him to go easy on himself. Granted, her words were more direct: “Stop being a fucking drama queen. You’re adjusting to a completely different world. People actually like your music now. And the whole bi-sexuality is an adjustment. Don’t let me get started on you having a fucking serious relationship with a rock god. That’s a mind fuck if there ever was a brain screw.” 

It certainly was. How did you keep a rock star forever? Sure, Angel was a regular guy, but fame could twist anyone.

Dare and Angel may live together, but Dare never took his lover for granted. Of course, this might have been reinforced by Angel’s response when the press asked about their future relationship. His lover answered the same way he answered when they asked about his future plans for The Dark Angels. He’d say something like life being too chaotic for anything long term, and he’d not tempt the fates to plan past the next show.

It’s no wonder why Dare waited for the other shoe to drop. He tried to find stable ground, but Angel seemed to thrive on keeping the terrain uneven . His lover saw no reason to smooth the path of their relationship by ”settling down.” Though maybe actions were supposed to speak louder than words.

“Smile for the camera. “ Dare smiled automatically as Angel posed them. Angel kicked out a leg behind him and kissed Dare gently on the cheek to the squeals of the people snapping pictures. When the little crowd with cell phones dissipated, Angel asked, "So, you’re worried?"

Yes. “No.” Not about being caught. Why was it so fucking hard to just talk to Angel about his fear? Was he so insecure? Yes, damn it, he was worried! Last year this time he was a nobody playing for a shit cover band, and now The Dark Angels were number one and he was living a man who’d made the Sexiest Man in America list.

"Yeah, you are. I promise, all they see are just two guys dressed up as two schoolgirls attending Yaoilicious Fest." Angel words did nothing to allay the fears he didn’t even know existed in Dare’s head.

 Darius pushed his crazy down and buried it as he did every day. He focused on the present because that might be all he’d have. His lover was right… as usual.

Angel skimmed his big hand down to Dare’s ass and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “You’re sexy, with an ass that won’t quit.”

Blushing up at Angel, Dare couldn't resist tugging him down to return a sweet, moist kiss to his cheek to the gush of female swoons.

   Angel broke the kiss and smirked at him. "Now, I think they might have recognized us if we came as characters from my favorite artist, maybe, but not like this…"

Grinning, Dare tilted his head as he considered the work of Angel's favorite yaoi artist. The lead singer had picked up several copies of her latest art book to have her sign. Dare had to admit the pictures were hot.

"Hmmm, you would be fiery as a Japanese mobster." Darius moved to stand closer to Angel. He let his hardness rub against Angel’s thigh. Yeah, Angel needed reminding that Dare wasn’t an innocent schoolgirl.

Angel purred. "Mmmmm, is that a gun you're packing?"

"No, I’m just happy to see you." Dare gave the appropriate girlish giggle when Angel nipped the tip of his nose.

Angel stared off into space for a moment.

“What? I’m almost afraid to ask.”

 He grinned down at Dare. "You’d be wonderful as one of my all time favorite yaoi characters. Oh yes I can easily see you as my reluctant little photographer."  Angel added, "You certainly gave me a delicious chase."

Another picture was snapped as Angel bent and took possession of Dare’s mouth. Dare was barely aware of the small audience that had re-gathered, only their sighs and clicks cut through reminding him where they were.

When the kiss ended, a non-feminine snort escaped Darius as someone else took their picture. "Ha! Says the man who convinced me to wear a dress."

"Hey, Robin got you to do it on Halloween. It isn't my fault your legs are killer!" Angel reasoned and sounded completely unrepentant as his hand slipped under Darius's skirt.

"Angel," Dare whispered, trying to push Angel's hand away from caressing his ass without everyone seeing. The task was a bit of a challenge, especially since he actually wanted his lover's hand there.

Angel sighed dramatically. "Damn, I love you in a thong."

"No, you love my dick in a thong," Darius corrected. Although his shaft was refusing to stay within the confines of said fabric.

"Baby, your dick is the only one in a thong I want to love." Angel's whispered words went straight to his cock.

Darius chuckled. "How do you do it? How do you make such corny lines work for you?" He stepped closer and Angel's tightened his arm around him and continued to smile for the cameras.

"So, it is working?" Angel's eyes sparkled.

Dare sighed in mock disgust just how well Angel’s charm worked. "Always."

The crowd turned as two other people dressed as characters entered the room. "See, now no one is paying attention to us." Angel pointed out.

Holy Shit! It appeared two characters from the manga Angel had him read yesterday walked right out of the Yaoi. The body paint was perfect. The guy looked exactly like the prince who turns into a demon beast from Crimson Spell, and next to him was the sexy Havi, the wizard who tames the Prince with sex when he’s in beastly form.

"Dare? Dare? You okay?"

Dare’s heart raced. "Yeah, sorry. But did you see them? I mean, they dressed exactly like the characters from Crimson Spell. It’s like they stepped off the page of the fantasy and came to life.”

An evil grin crossed Angel's face. He leaned over to whisper in Dare's ear. "You want me to dress up as the beast for you? I can get little fangs." He traced his tongue around Dare's ear for a moment, causing electric currents to tingle through him. "You can calm your beast with sex."

Dare rolled his eyes and whispered back,  “Isn’t that what I always do?”

Angel barked a deep laugh. “Absolutely.”

Darius scanned the room as Angel picked up the schedule of events and announce, "Bishie Bingo is tonight."

"Do I even want to know?" Dare had found out that a “bishie” or “bishonen” meant “beautiful male”, though Angel insisted Dare was more bishie than he was…

"Oh, right now there are panels on Yaoi and Misogyny, The Art of Yaoi, and Male Pregnancy."

"Male pregnancy? Please tell me you are joking!" Dare's mind spun in all directions. Angel really had expanded his mind and opened him up to experiences he never would have considered before. But there were lines he wasn't crossing. "I will not be having a baby!"

Angel hid his grin with a pout as fast as it crossed his face. "You won't have my baby?"

Darius glared at him before he surveyed the room. His eyes landed on a table that two writers shared. He shuffled around the costumed throng to pick up one book called Cake by Derekica Snake.

Three really gorgeous men were on the cover. When did he start thinking of men as gorgeous? Dare read the book blurb. Damn! Angel pushed against Dare’s back. He couldn't stop himself from leaning back into Angel's heat as he skimmed the words.

It was a dark romance—whatever that was—about vampires. Angel loved vampires. Darius opened the book. The words captured his attention immediately, drawing him into a new world.

Was that even possible? Would Angel want to try this?

Angel rubbed his cock over Dare’s ass before he slid around Dare’s body to stand next to him. The horde around the table dissolved. A woman dressed in a butler's uniform smiled warmly at them. "Just so you know, ladies, I am running a special. Two for twenty, and I’ll sign them for you."

"So you're the author?" Dare asked. It was a little confusing why so many of the writers and artists devoted to the genre of men loving men were women, but who was he to judge?

The woman smiled at him. "Yes, I am Derekica Snake. Those are my boys from the Blood Nation series."

Ms. Snake seemed too nice to write anything remotely 'dark', but just what Dare had skimmed was enough to prove she took her readers to places most had never been.

Angel rested his chin on Darius's shoulder. When Darius flipped the book over, again trying to focus on the words, Angel purred into his ear, "Looks like a hot read." Angel's breath tickling his ear gave Dare shivers down his spine.

Dare smiled at the author. "We'll take the series" He pulled out forty dollars from his shiny aqua purse and handed her the money. “Can you sign them?”

Her smile lit up her face. “Of course.” She pulled out her metallic pen and signed them each with a swirly flourish.

Something white caught Darius's eye and he turned. "Look, angel wings."

The author grinned. "Yeah, there are several Dark Angels fans running about in wings. “

"Really?" Darius shouldn't have been surprised.

She leaned in as if she were sharing a secret. "Yeah. I heard seeing them perform is like watching yaoi live. Someone should really make a manga of them."

"That's just what Megan… I mean I have heard that," Angel corrected himself quickly, but not before Dare saw a spark of recognition in the writer's eyes.

Shit! Hoping to change the subject he asked, "So, what's a dark romance?"

The author's cheeks colored a bit. "Love that's a bit rough. See this one?" She pointed to the front of the book. "He basically remade the redhead and he wasn't delicate about it."

"The cover art is beautiful," Angel commented.

The author beamed. "Thanks… “

Their conversation faded as Darius found out what rough meant. Holy fuck!  The story dragged the reader in by their hair.

Angel rubbed his palm against Darius's backside and asked, "Don't you agree?"

"What?"

Angel exchanged a look with the author before rephrasing his original question. "Aren’t you impressed by the number of artists here?"

"Oh, um, yeah." Turning away, Dare hoped he’d hide the blush he felt staining his cheeks pink.

Glancing down, the author apparently took notice of his fingertips. "Oh, I love your nails. They match your outfits!" She squealed as Angel held out his hands for her to admire to sparkly aqua blue polish.

Batting his false eyelashes, he went into lead singer mode and dropped his voice, "Thanks."

Geez, even dressed as a woman Angel oozed sex. And people responded to it. Oops! If Dare kept responding to his lover he was going to tent his skirt in a very unladylike fashion!

Reaching out, Angel shook the author’s small hand and brought it to his lips, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Snake." He gave her a noisy kiss on the fingers.

"And you." She giggled. "You’re really quite an angel…" She leaned in to say, "'With Wings' is one of my favorite songs. Though that's just our secret."

"We appreciate it, Ms. Snake."

Angel led Darius away and whispered, "Remind me to ask Megan to send Ms. Snake tickets to our next show in this area."

Darius was already texting the message. "Great minds. I’m on it." He needed something to distract himself from the lust coursing through his system.

They meandered a circuit around the dealer's room, and Angel purchased several more series, and a paddle. The wood was painted with a big YAOI scrawled across the front in red, and the spanking side had little hearts that said, “Show him how much you love him. “Dare wanted nothing more than to go back to their hotel room.

Angel consulted the schedule. The man had an evil grin that made Dare's insides clench. "So, there are panels, but the artists aren't doing anything until tonight. Right before Bishie Bingo."

Keep it light. No one’s died of a hard-on. "Again with the Bishie Bingo? I really don't want to know, huh?"

"Probably not. Though I want us to go for a little while so you can experience it." Leaning over, Angel nuzzled that place on Darius's neck made him moan. "But first, let's go to the room and take a break…" Angel's voice dropped a sexy octave, which made Darius want to run to the room instead of walk.

He peeked up at Angel through his lashes. He couldn't think of a thing to say so he just held his hand out.

Damn it. People were in the elevator, so there was no fucking his lover up against the walls or stopping between floors, although both ideas sounded perfect to Dare.

Once inside their room, Angel slammed Dare up against the wall and kissed him hard on the mouth. His lover’s lips dominated his until liquid fire rushed through him, making him push his tented skirt against his singer's long, lean body, searching for any kind of friction.

Angel growled, "So, you want to know about dark romance?”

Dare did. Apparently, his sharp intake of breath wasn’t enough to give Angel consent, so he nodded.

Angel dragged him across the room to the desk and pushed Dare over the flat surface. He ran his hands over Dare’s skirt before he flipped the fabric up.

Darius flattened his hands on the desk. He surrendered and let Angel do whatever he chose. Sometimes it made him feel weak to have no willpower against Angel, but when it came to vices, nothing could compare to getting a fix of his addiction.

Angel reached his hands around to cup the satiny silk that barely covered Dare's cock.

Dare thrust forward into his lover’s hand. “Mmmm, yes.”

“Good. I’m going to have this." Their eyes met in the mirror above the desk as Angel's traced the ribbon over Dare’s waist and to the material that disappeared between Dare's cheeks. He kept lightly teasing until Dare trembled.

Darius almost plucked his wig off, but instead he tucked the aqua hair behind his ear and pleaded for mercy. "Angel. Come on."

“I love your ass.” Angel rubbed circles which pushed Dare’s cock against the edge of the desk.

Angel stalked across the room to retrieve his latest purchase.  "Please what?" he rubbed the yaoi paddle over Dare’s ass.

Dare tighten his hold on the desk. Digging his fingers into the wood, he tried not to shatter.

“Please what?” Angel tapped the wood against Dare’s ass.

“More.” Darius moaned.

Angel slammed the paddle onto his ass several times. Fuck! He loved it when Angel went all Dom toppy on him. Dare had never realized he had a submissive streak that ran so deep. Angel was helping him discover who he was—and currently that was a slut just needing to get fucked.

He begged with his body, hoping to be put out of his misery, yet wanting the sensation to never end.

Angel's warm hand slipped under the front of the panties to fondle Dare's unladylike appendage, while the paddle continued to meet with his butt.

"Oh my God!" Dare gasped when the silky material pulled. His thong rubbed his cock and seemed to be taunting him to come. His lover squeezed his fist squeezed his erection until he was obsessed with having Angel. "God!"

"No, just your Angel." Angel accented the tease with another swat before dropping the paddle.

“Angel!”

On a softer note his lover added, "The man who adores you."

“God, you’re killing me.” Dare complained when Angel lightly glided his hand up and down Dare’s shaft.

He groaned out Angel’s name again as a plea and presented his ass as his dick was caressed.

Angel picked up the paddle and slapped Dare’s ass. The pleasure zinged through Dare's body and focused on his arousal. Not being able to stop himself, he arched his back, positioning his backside for more attention.

"Mmmmm, you want more?" Angel stated the obvious. He pushed the scrap of fabric down to Darius's knees. The elastic resisted Darius's desire to part his legs further.

His cock bobbed, slapping the desk. He arched his butt up, presenting it to Angel. He wouldn't have stopped himself from making his ass the perfect target for Angel's attention even if he could. It felt too damned good to let go and trust Angel to take them where they should go.

Angel purred his approval and used his palm to remind Darius of the sexual pleasure a bit of heat on his ass could induce.

Dare bit his lip, but couldn’t quite hold back the sounds of lustful need coming from him. He glanced up into the mirror to watch the sexy Angel Luv spank his ass. Fuck, he was in his own hot porn clip from fantasies he didn't even know he had.

Their gazes locked. Darius was losing it. Without a touch to his dick he was going to come. He didn't want to, not yet. He wanted Angel inside him. " Fuck me.”

A slow smile crawled over Angel’s face. He caressed his hands over the sexy soreness of Dare’s ass. "Your wish…" His lover dropped to his knees and pressed that talented tongue between Darius's reddened cheeks.

"Argh!" That wicked pleasure was not helping Darius maintain his need to hold back.

Just when he’d decided he was more than ready to lose the battle of self control, Angel pulled back to stand up.

Darius frowned at the loss of stimulation and opened his mouth to complain. Angel slapped his ass once. Cool slick teased his opening before Angel pushed into him in one long, hot stroke of fire.

Dare grunted at the abrupt entry, but closed his eyes to savor the burning stretch. He had learned to love that little bite of pain before it turned to all scorching hot pleasure. He froze in place, waiting for more. He could never, would never get enough of Angel.

He wanted his beautiful lover to take him roughly, as if he were in one of those dark romances. Seeing his lover painted with makeup and dressed in a schoolgirl outfit made him melt, but there was no mistaking Angel for anything but a man. A hot, sexy man that was his!

Angel gave him a crooked smile, making Dare’s heart flip. He started thrusting in and out, forcing Darius to push back. Angel guided Darius's hips until he held them in place as he started pounding into him in the exact rhythm Dare craved.

"Yeah, just like that," Darius groaned.

It felt too good to last any length of time. Angel changed the angle of his cock slightly so it slid in and out right over Dare’s gland. When Angel wrapped his palm wrapped around Darius's cock, he knew it was over.

The zing of orgasm ran up his cock as his balls tightened up. After a few perfectly timed strokes, Darius shouted out his pleasure and spurted all over the desk in front of him. His ass pulsed around Angel, and Angel lost control too. Dare loved the feeling of his ass being filled with warm cream, and it extended his own exquisite pleasure.

When they were finally done, Angel leaned over his back to nuzzle and nip at his neck. "Mine." The statement made Darius feel happy and secure in his place in the world.

He glanced up to see the love he felt echoed in Angel's eyes. "Yours."