Fic: The Camera Eye: Bring In the Understudy 2/2 [Yo-ka X Byou, NC-17]
Title: The Camera Eye: Bring In The Understudy [2/2]
Chapter: Eighteenth in The Camera Eye series. Links to previous installments can be found here. Split into two parts because of LJ’s post limits; part 1 is here.
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Porn industry AU, drama, smut, romance
Warnings: Male/male sex, polyamory, exhibition/voyeurism (since the characters work in the porn industry), glove/leather fetishism, deep-throating.
Pairing: Yo-ka (Diaura) X Byou (SCREW) and vice versa; Yuuki (Lycaon) X Yo-ka; Yuuki X Ruki; Byou X Jin (SCREW); mentions of Kai X Uruha and Ruki X Shou.
Disclaimer: GazettE/SCREW/D=OUT/BORN characters belong to PS Company, Alice Nine characters are now free agents, Lycaon belongs to Vogue Entertainment and Diaura belongs to Ains. I own the story only.
Summary: All systems look go for PSC Productions’ latest co-production with the indies - a super-hot star, an award-worthy script, a main pairing that promises great things. But then something goes bizarrely wrong - and one performer finds himself a star at the last possible minute.
Comments: Belated birthday fic for Byou! The basic plot of the video being made here is based on a real (mainstream) porno called Fallen, directed by Brad Armstrong, property of Wicked Pictures (though the devil element in the video is my own invention). No, I didn’t see the full video, but I saw clips/a summary in a documentary on porn that was aired on Showtime, and thought the plotline was perfect for Yo-ka. Glove elements courtesy of Diaura’s Moratorium PV, which manages to out-glove porn even The Invisible Wall. And finally - points to you if you know where the title of the video being filmed comes from!
They ended up at a bar not too far away from the shooting set - not the one that Aoi and Kazuki called their second home, since Byou figured that would increase the chance of invasion.
When they made their way to a table with their drinks, the inevitable first question between any two guys in the industry came up - “How did you get into porn?”
Byou related how he’d wanted to be a legitimate actor, couldn’t find enough roles, and ended up on this side of the industry. “I was with another company for awhile, but it didn’t work out.”
“What happened?” Yo-ka picked up his beer and took a long drink.
“One of my friends refused to sleep with a producer,” Byou said. “The guy threw him out of the company - and when my other friends stuck up for them, they were tossed out, too. And if my friends weren’t staying, I wasn’t staying, either.”
“So you all ended up at PSC?”
“I insisted they take them,” Byou said. “That’s why I got called a diva. I’d like to think I’m not.”
“If you were a diva, you wouldn’t have stepped in and did the scene with me,” Yo-ka said.
“Probably not,” said Byou. “What about you? What’s your story?”
Yo-ka shrugged. “I just came to Tokyo - didn’t know what I wanted to do, really. All I knew was I liked dressing up, putting on makeup, that kind of thing. So I figured I might try modeling. I went to get some test pictures taken, and that’s when I met Yuuki.”
“He got you into it?”
“Oh, hell, yes,” Yo-ka said. “Once he found out I loved sex as much as he did, and was willing to try just about anything? He had me doing videos two weeks later. I was kind of unsure at first, but once I got going? I found out I loved it. I can’t imagine doing anything else.” He took a swallow of his drink. “I’ve even tried writing scripts for videos - don’t tell anyone that yet, though. I’m not ready to have anyone see them yet.”
“You should talk to Jin,” Byou said. “He’s a writer - and a damn good one, too.”
“But you’re biased?” Yo-ka said.
“Maybe a little.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“That’s a funny question in this industry, isn’t it?” Byou said. “Everyone I know who’s in a relationship is in a wide-open one. You have one person you love, but you’re open to loving other people.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“Let me ask you - is Yuuki your boyfriend?”
“He doesn’t believe in that word,” Yo-ka said. “He thinks it’s too limiting.”
“But do you think he is?”
Yo-ka fiddled with his glass. Again, those hands. He looked graceful even fidgeting with a drink. “He and I love each other,” he said. “We live together, we always come back to each other, but we have other relationships - physical and emotional, onscreen and off.”
“So, the typical porn poly setup,” Byou said, looking amused.
“You live like that, too?” Yo-ka said.
“Of course,” Byou said. “We have to, really. We couldn’t live any other way.” He didn’t want to say it out loud, but he’d had some thoughts of what would happen if he and Jin achieved their dreams of working on the “straight” side of the industry - Byou being a “real” actor, Jin writing “real” screenplays. Would they keep their polyamorous lifestyle? If they did, how would they be accepted?
“We’re more alike than I thought,” Yo-ka said, chuckling a little.
“Just what did the other Suicide Boys tell you about corporate porn actors?” Byou said.
“I don’t know if I like that name,” said Yo-ka. “I prefer indies. The bloggers stuck that name on us. But, yeah . . . we always thought you were, well . . .”
“Divas?”
“And hypocrites,” Yo-ka said. “You know, acting one way on camera and living a conservative lifestyle offscreen. I’m so glad to see you’re, well . . . like us.”
“Conservative?” Byou laughed. “Do I look conservative? I haven’t got a conservative bone in my body. Never have, never will.”
“So what did you guys think of us?” Yo-ka said. “Let me guess - don’t know what the hell we’re doing? Flash-in-the-pan?”
“Does it matter?” said Byou.
“Why?” said Yo-ka. “I mean, why would you say that?”
“Because it doesn’t matter what we used to think of you. I’m getting to know you now, and I want to get to know you better.”
“You do?” Yo-ka leaned over toward him.
“And not just because of the sex,” Byou said. “Though I wouldn’t mind more of that.”
“I wouldn’t mind more of that, either,” Yo-ka said.
They looked at each other for a long moment . . . and then, they both burst out laughing, spontaneously.
“We ended up in porn for a reason, didn’t we?” Yo-ka said.
“You mean, because we’re both open-minded guys who love sex?” Byou said.
“Bingo,” said Yo-ka.
“At least we’re doing something we love, right?”
Yo-ka laughed again. He was starting to like Byou. A lot. And not just because of the sex. Though he wouldn’t mind more of that, either.
* * *
Uruha didn’t usually believe in fate - but this video was enough to change his mind about that.
Byou and Yo-ka worked together beautifully - not just in the sexual scenes. They had genuine chemistry in the romance scenes - and the saving-Byou-from-death scene, plus their subsequent discussion, came out so well that you could have sworn it was from a mainstream movie, not a porno.
And that was nothing compared to what happened when the cameras were taken into the bedroom. The second scene they filmed together was supposed to represent a sexy interlude the two had after their Shibuya/Harajuku shopping trip - sort of the calm before the storm prior to the fallen angel’s final confrontation with Yuuki’s devil character.
“I’m going to just let the two of you do your thing on this scene,” Uruha told them. “Just give me a basic idea of what to expect.”
“Well, I did promise him the best blow job he’d ever had,” Byou said, mischievously.
“I’d like to see you live up to it,” Yo-ka replied.
“I’d like to, also,” Uruha said.
“Hey!” Byou said. “You know what I can do.”
“Tell me where to put my cameras,” Uruha said, “and then give the demonstration.”
He wasn’t kidding when he promised the other man he was going to give him the best blow job he ever had. Byou prided himself extremely on his oral skills - and he knew a truly great blow job didn’t just involve mouth to cock, either.
They began the scene already naked, with soft candlelight flickering over them as they kissed. Byou eased his mouth away from Yo-ka’s and slowly kissed down the other performer’s neck. He paused, looked up at him, kissed his collarbone and flicked his tongue over it.
Then he moved down further, licking a wet trail down his chest, pausing at a nipple. He circled it, flicking his tongue over it lightly, then sucking - causing Yo-ka to arch backward, letting out a hoarse, ragged cry.
Byou moved up and over, kissing his way to his partner’s shoulder, then down his arms . . . and what nice arms he had. He worked out, that was for damn sure. He was as built as Kai was. Byou took great pleasure in licking his way downward, feeling the texture of the smooth muscles . . .
Until he reached Yo-ka’s hand, glove-free this time - at this point of the story, the fallen angel had learned how to cover his scars with makeup. Byou remembered all too well the pleasure that hand had given him before. He pressed his face into the palm, kissing it, licking it, moving up to the fingers .
His lips wrapped around the forefinger, and he slid down on it, sucking, then pulling it out of his mouth. He licked along it, then did the same to the second finger, kissing the tips, sucking on them, then kissing them again.
Yo-ka had his eyes closed and was moaning softly - how could just having his fingers sucked feel so damn good? It was like they had suddenly gained extra nerve endings, like they had become sex organs, not mere digits. He even found himself shuddering when Byou licked down his palm again, and over his wrist.
Then, suddenly, Byou was at his chest again, kissing a nipple, scraping his teeth over it, as his fingers softly teased the head of his cock.
“Oh!” Yo-ka gasped, which became a moan as Byou sucked the nipple hard, fingers lightly ghosting over his erection, sending an unspoken message . . . don’t you want my mouth where my fingers are now?
“Please,” he moaned. “Suck me, please . . .”
Byou lifted his head, and Yo-ka shifted his position so he was perched at the end of the bed, legs open - allowing them to get the shots they needed, plus super close-ups of hard cock sliding in and out of Byou’s pretty lips.
Byou knelt in front of him, opening his mouth - but he didn’t take the head in his mouth yet. Instead, he leaned over, touching the tip of his tongue to his lover’s balls. He began to trace their shape, lightly, hearing a groan from the other man.
“Oh, my God,” You-ka moaned. “Oh, I need it . . .”
Byou pulled his tongue away, flicked it over the balls again, then touched in lightly to the shaft, and finally, dragged it up slowly , covering every inch in a long, slow lick. Yo-ka gripped Byou’s head, moaning.
The teasing, wicked tongue circled the head, slowly, rubbing back and forth . . . until Byou opened his lips, sliding down on him rapidly.
Yo-ka gave a strangled cry, and Byou felt his hair grabbed and pulled - which just made him suck the other man harder and faster, his fingers caressing the bottom of his shaft as his mouth worked on the tip,
Little by little, he took more of the other man in, surrounding him gradually with wet heat, rubbing his tongue along the shaft. Yo-ka responded with a long, low growl, which became louder when Byou slid a hand up his torso, toying with a nipple.
Byou drew back, slowly, until Yo-ka’s cock was all the way out of his mouth. He looked up at the other man with a sultry expression, kissed the tip . . . and then opened his mouth and slid down, down, down until he was deep-throating him.
Yo-ka nearly screamed. He grabbed Byou’s hair and pulled, arching backward, his hips nearly rising off the bed - and he had to bite his lip to keep from coming. Fuck, oh, fuck, the man was a flat-out artist at this, unlike anyone Yo-ka had ever been with before. He was burning up, burning up on every level . . .
Byou slid back up, focusing on the head, working the sensitive area just underneath with lips and tongue, reaching up to caress the nipple again, and then started a gradual thrust - sliding back and forth at a steady pace, stopping every few thrusts to push down hard again, deep-throating him again, drawing a loud cry.
His mouth pulled away altogether, letting his tongue dance over the tip, circling it, flicking over the tip. He took him in again, deep, his fingers reaching for a nipple again.
A few more deep-throat thrusts, and then he reached up to gently squeeze the nipple. Yo-ka let a sharp, keening cry, an indication he was about to let go. Byou sucked hard with his whole mouth, ready to draw it out of him, to make an intense climax truly explosive . . .
He pulled back as Yo-ka nearly screamed. Byou’s face was bathed in white, his tongue coming out to flick at the droplets.
Yo-ka fell backward onto the bed, panting and completely spent. His eyes were closed, his whole body trembling. Even for someone who had as much sex as he did, onscreen and off, that was a very, very intense orgasm.
Byou moved up to kiss him, gently stroking his hair out of his face. He knew Yo-ka wasn’t going to be able to reciprocate right away - and he didn’t expect him to.
“Cut,” Uruha called. “I think we need to let our star have a few moments.”
Byou kissed the other man’s lips again. “Are you okay?”
Yo-ka opened his eyes, slowly. “I think I just fell a little in love with you,” he said.
Byou leaned his forehead against the other man’s. “That’s allowed,” he said, softly. This was porn, after all. Everyone was poly, everyone was with everyone else.
“I want to give back what you gave me,” he added, “but I can’t suck cock as well as you can.”
“It’s okay,” Byou said. “You already made me come so hard I thought I was going to explode. With these.” He took one of Yo-ka’s hands and kissed it.
Uruha approached the bed. “How are you doing?” he said.
“Wonderful,” Yo-ka said. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so blissed out.”
“Do you want us to gloss over you giving back to . . .”
“No, I’m going to do it,” Yo-ka said. “Byou earned it.”
“Why don’t you sit like he was before?” Uruha said to Byou. “It might be easier for him.”
So Byou sat with his legs spread, and Yo-ka settled between them. Uruha called for action, and Yo-ka set about kissing Byou everywhere - shoulders, chest, nipples, tonging and sucking them . . .
It wasn’t as long and elaborate as Byou’s pleasuring of him. It didn’t have to be. It just showed that his character was a selfless lover - a bit of the angel he used to be still there.
But when he opened his lips and slid down on Byou’s cock, Byou’s eyes flew open, and he let out a deep groan. Yo-ka was more skilled than he’d let on, knowing full well just how much pressure to apply, how fast to move, when to dart with his tongue.
Byou exhaled a long breath as the other man sped up, little by little, his fingers coming into play as Byou’s had done, skirting his inner thighs, brushing against the base of his erection and his balls. The older man found himself spreading his legs wider, lifting his hips a little, pushing himself deeper into Yo-ka’s mouth as the other man began to purr, sending vibrations through his cock.
“Yes,” Byou panted as Yo-ka sucked him with a steady pace, the camera coming in for a loving closeup of the hard thing sliding through those beautiful lips. He was flirting with deep-throating himself, a couple of downward thrusts getting very close to that line.
But it was what he did with his hands that made Byou moan the loudest, reaching up to his nipples like Byou had done to him, caressing, gently squeezing - and at one point, pinching hard enough to cause a shock of pain just as a sweep of his tongue brought about a shock of pleasure. Byou let out a sharp cry, and Yo-ka pulled back just in time to catch the load on his face.
He moved up, and they kissed, smearing come everywhere, the camera sweeping away from them to end the scene.
“How do I look?” Yo-ka said.
“Beautiful,” Byou replied, brushing the come off his cheek - and he meant it. Come looked very appropriate, and very attractive, on that gorgeous face.
“I feel hollowed out,” Yo-ka said. “You take a lot out of a guy.”
“I could fill you if you want,” Byou said - and then laughed when he got a shocked, are-you-fucking-kidding-me look from Yo-ka. “Just joking.” He lightly brushed at the other man’s face again. “I think we’re both spent for the day.”
“You’d better be kidding,” Yo-ka said. “I can barely move right now.”
“Can you move to the bath?” Byou said.
“To share it?” Yo-ka managed to get to his feet, although he was still pretty wibbly-wobbly. The part of Yo-ka will now be played by a pile of overboiled udon.
“Of course,” Byou said. “Just to talk more.” He put an arm around the other man - half to steady him, half out of affection. “I can barely move, too.”
They headed off for the bathroom, as Uruha watched them go with a satisfied smile on his face. He was more convinced than ever he had an award-winning video on his hands. The two had more chemistry than a high school science class.
* * *
They weren’t rushed out of the bathroom. They had a chance for a nice, relaxing soak, where they talked about anything that came into their heads - favorite places to eat and drink, previous videos they’d worked on, anime they watched when they were kids.
When they got dressed and walked back into the main part of the apartment, though, they had a surprise waiting for them. There was a sheepish-looking Ruki . . .and behind him, a no-nonsense Yuuki, arms crossed over his chest.
“I came to say I’m sorry,” Ruki said. “For the strawberry thing, I mean. I acted like a prick and a diva and left you hanging, and it was really unprofessional of me. And I’m usually a pro.”
Byou and Yo-ka looked at each other, and then at Ruki. He had his head down, properly bowing, looking sincerely contrite.
Yo-ka looked beyond Ruki - to the man behind him. There was no doubt in his mind that his lover was behind this. He knew about the relationship Ruki and Yuuki had since they’d worked together (and it didn’t bother him in the least. Porn poly, as Byou would say). He also knew how persuasive Yuuki could be with his lovers - and that he didn’t stand for diva bullshit in any way, shape or form.
“Ruki, it’s okay,” Yo-ka said. “I didn’t know you had this thing with strawberries. If I did, I would never have eaten them.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t have to be such a drama queen about it,” Ruki said. “So, yeah, I’m sorry I was an ass.”
“Ruki, it worked out,” Yo-ka said. “Really. In fact . . . it worked out really well. I mean, I was looking forward to working with you and I want to work with you again, but . . . “ He reached over and squeezed Byou’s hand. “Since that happened, I got a really great co-star. Byou was terrific - in everything.”
Ruki looked up, suddenly. “Everything?”
“He especially liked the blow job scene,” Byou said. He couldn’t resist invoking his old rivalry with Ruki - they’d competed for a long time for the title of gay porn’s top oral specialist.
“That’s because he hasn’t had me yet!” Ruki said. “You just wait until I work with him, then we’ll see what he says!”
“He might be co-starring with me again before you,” Byou said. “He said he wants to work together again.”
“Stop putting words in his mouth!” Ruki said.
“No, I really said that,” Yo-ka said. “But I want to work with you, too. Just . . . no more strawberries. I promise.”
“You’d better not,” Ruki said - back to his old self again.
“And when are you going to work with me again, hmm?” Yuuki said.
“Whenever you want,” Ruki replied. “Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.”
Uruha entered the room. “We’re just about ready to leave, guys,” he said. “Oh, hi, Ruki.”
Yuuki gave Ruki a jab in the ribs with his elbow, and Ruki bowed low. “I’m sorry for the strawberry thing. It was really unprofessional of me, and . . .”
“Ruki, please.” Uruha waved his hand. “It happened, it’s not going to happen again.”
“What do you mean by that?” said Ruki.
“I’m going to be putting together a list of foods every one of our actors can’t stand,” Uruha said. “Everyone’s going to be required to submit something to the list. And when you work with that actor, you’re forbidden from eating that food for 24 hours before the shoot. We’re going to update the list for every actor who works with us - in-house or co-production. And everyone gets a copy.”
“You’re brilliant,” Ruki said. “That’s why you’re the boss.”
“Just doing my job,” Uruha said. “Okay, guys, I’m going. Kai’s going to start wondering where I am.”
The others followed him out, Byou reaching for Yo-ka’s hand as they left. Yuuki noticed out of the corner of his eye, and smiled to himself.
* * *
“You like him, don’t you?” Yuuki said to Yo-ka that night. Yuuki was sitting in the living room, idly looking at Twitter; Yo-ka was pouring himself a glass of melon soda.
“You mean, Byou?” Yo-ka said. He picked his glass up. “I want to work with him again.”
“Onscreen and off?”
“Like you and Ruki?” Yo-ka said, coming over to the couch with his drink.
“Of course,” Yuuki said. “We need to have them both over for a play date some night. That would be fun.”
“Just how did you get him to apologize, anyway?” Yo-ka said before taking a big drink.
“I told him that if he didn’t say he was sorry, I wouldn’t spank him,” Yuuki said. “That got results.” He wrapped an arm around Yo-ka. “But I’m glad for you that it worked out like it did. Byou’s hot as hell.”
“And you’d rather keep Ruki for yourself?”
“Hey!” said Yuuki. “I share, you know. Especially with you.”
“He does have a boyfriend,” Yo-ka said.
“So does Byou,” said Yuuki.
“Does that stop us?” said Yo-ka. Porn poly, the law of the land.
“Of course not,” said Yuuki. “This is us we’re talking about.” He leaned his head against the other man’s.
“Yes,” Yo-ka said. “This is us.” Polyamorous porn couple, not using the words “boyfriend” or “love,” but . . . still an us. Very much an us.
Yo-ka’s phone pinged with a text message. He pulled it out of his pocket and read it. “It’s Uruha,” he said. “He said that Sparxxx managed to pull enough strings to get the video in the running for the JAVA awards. The judges are going to screen it as soon as he delivers his final cut.”
“Congratulations,” Yuuki said. “I might be living with a prize-winner.”
Yo-ka smiled to himself, looking at the message. Yes, it was nice that he was in the running for the award, and if they saw fit to give it to him? He’d be thrilled. But that wasn’t the best thing that had happened to him recently.
He had his new relationship with Byou. He had his long-time relationship with Yuuki. Both of them were worth more than all the trophies in the world.
Chapter: Eighteenth in The Camera Eye series. Links to previous installments can be found here. Split into two parts because of LJ’s post limits; part 1 is here.
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Porn industry AU, drama, smut, romance
Warnings: Male/male sex, polyamory, exhibition/voyeurism (since the characters work in the porn industry), glove/leather fetishism, deep-throating.
Pairing: Yo-ka (Diaura) X Byou (SCREW) and vice versa; Yuuki (Lycaon) X Yo-ka; Yuuki X Ruki; Byou X Jin (SCREW); mentions of Kai X Uruha and Ruki X Shou.
Disclaimer: GazettE/SCREW/D=OUT/BORN characters belong to PS Company, Alice Nine characters are now free agents, Lycaon belongs to Vogue Entertainment and Diaura belongs to Ains. I own the story only.
Summary: All systems look go for PSC Productions’ latest co-production with the indies - a super-hot star, an award-worthy script, a main pairing that promises great things. But then something goes bizarrely wrong - and one performer finds himself a star at the last possible minute.
Comments: Belated birthday fic for Byou! The basic plot of the video being made here is based on a real (mainstream) porno called Fallen, directed by Brad Armstrong, property of Wicked Pictures (though the devil element in the video is my own invention). No, I didn’t see the full video, but I saw clips/a summary in a documentary on porn that was aired on Showtime, and thought the plotline was perfect for Yo-ka. Glove elements courtesy of Diaura’s Moratorium PV, which manages to out-glove porn even The Invisible Wall. And finally - points to you if you know where the title of the video being filmed comes from!
They ended up at a bar not too far away from the shooting set - not the one that Aoi and Kazuki called their second home, since Byou figured that would increase the chance of invasion.
When they made their way to a table with their drinks, the inevitable first question between any two guys in the industry came up - “How did you get into porn?”
Byou related how he’d wanted to be a legitimate actor, couldn’t find enough roles, and ended up on this side of the industry. “I was with another company for awhile, but it didn’t work out.”
“What happened?” Yo-ka picked up his beer and took a long drink.
“One of my friends refused to sleep with a producer,” Byou said. “The guy threw him out of the company - and when my other friends stuck up for them, they were tossed out, too. And if my friends weren’t staying, I wasn’t staying, either.”
“So you all ended up at PSC?”
“I insisted they take them,” Byou said. “That’s why I got called a diva. I’d like to think I’m not.”
“If you were a diva, you wouldn’t have stepped in and did the scene with me,” Yo-ka said.
“Probably not,” said Byou. “What about you? What’s your story?”
Yo-ka shrugged. “I just came to Tokyo - didn’t know what I wanted to do, really. All I knew was I liked dressing up, putting on makeup, that kind of thing. So I figured I might try modeling. I went to get some test pictures taken, and that’s when I met Yuuki.”
“He got you into it?”
“Oh, hell, yes,” Yo-ka said. “Once he found out I loved sex as much as he did, and was willing to try just about anything? He had me doing videos two weeks later. I was kind of unsure at first, but once I got going? I found out I loved it. I can’t imagine doing anything else.” He took a swallow of his drink. “I’ve even tried writing scripts for videos - don’t tell anyone that yet, though. I’m not ready to have anyone see them yet.”
“You should talk to Jin,” Byou said. “He’s a writer - and a damn good one, too.”
“But you’re biased?” Yo-ka said.
“Maybe a little.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“That’s a funny question in this industry, isn’t it?” Byou said. “Everyone I know who’s in a relationship is in a wide-open one. You have one person you love, but you’re open to loving other people.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“Let me ask you - is Yuuki your boyfriend?”
“He doesn’t believe in that word,” Yo-ka said. “He thinks it’s too limiting.”
“But do you think he is?”
Yo-ka fiddled with his glass. Again, those hands. He looked graceful even fidgeting with a drink. “He and I love each other,” he said. “We live together, we always come back to each other, but we have other relationships - physical and emotional, onscreen and off.”
“So, the typical porn poly setup,” Byou said, looking amused.
“You live like that, too?” Yo-ka said.
“Of course,” Byou said. “We have to, really. We couldn’t live any other way.” He didn’t want to say it out loud, but he’d had some thoughts of what would happen if he and Jin achieved their dreams of working on the “straight” side of the industry - Byou being a “real” actor, Jin writing “real” screenplays. Would they keep their polyamorous lifestyle? If they did, how would they be accepted?
“We’re more alike than I thought,” Yo-ka said, chuckling a little.
“Just what did the other Suicide Boys tell you about corporate porn actors?” Byou said.
“I don’t know if I like that name,” said Yo-ka. “I prefer indies. The bloggers stuck that name on us. But, yeah . . . we always thought you were, well . . .”
“Divas?”
“And hypocrites,” Yo-ka said. “You know, acting one way on camera and living a conservative lifestyle offscreen. I’m so glad to see you’re, well . . . like us.”
“Conservative?” Byou laughed. “Do I look conservative? I haven’t got a conservative bone in my body. Never have, never will.”
“So what did you guys think of us?” Yo-ka said. “Let me guess - don’t know what the hell we’re doing? Flash-in-the-pan?”
“Does it matter?” said Byou.
“Why?” said Yo-ka. “I mean, why would you say that?”
“Because it doesn’t matter what we used to think of you. I’m getting to know you now, and I want to get to know you better.”
“You do?” Yo-ka leaned over toward him.
“And not just because of the sex,” Byou said. “Though I wouldn’t mind more of that.”
“I wouldn’t mind more of that, either,” Yo-ka said.
They looked at each other for a long moment . . . and then, they both burst out laughing, spontaneously.
“We ended up in porn for a reason, didn’t we?” Yo-ka said.
“You mean, because we’re both open-minded guys who love sex?” Byou said.
“Bingo,” said Yo-ka.
“At least we’re doing something we love, right?”
Yo-ka laughed again. He was starting to like Byou. A lot. And not just because of the sex. Though he wouldn’t mind more of that, either.
* * *
Uruha didn’t usually believe in fate - but this video was enough to change his mind about that.
Byou and Yo-ka worked together beautifully - not just in the sexual scenes. They had genuine chemistry in the romance scenes - and the saving-Byou-from-death scene, plus their subsequent discussion, came out so well that you could have sworn it was from a mainstream movie, not a porno.
And that was nothing compared to what happened when the cameras were taken into the bedroom. The second scene they filmed together was supposed to represent a sexy interlude the two had after their Shibuya/Harajuku shopping trip - sort of the calm before the storm prior to the fallen angel’s final confrontation with Yuuki’s devil character.
“I’m going to just let the two of you do your thing on this scene,” Uruha told them. “Just give me a basic idea of what to expect.”
“Well, I did promise him the best blow job he’d ever had,” Byou said, mischievously.
“I’d like to see you live up to it,” Yo-ka replied.
“I’d like to, also,” Uruha said.
“Hey!” Byou said. “You know what I can do.”
“Tell me where to put my cameras,” Uruha said, “and then give the demonstration.”
He wasn’t kidding when he promised the other man he was going to give him the best blow job he ever had. Byou prided himself extremely on his oral skills - and he knew a truly great blow job didn’t just involve mouth to cock, either.
They began the scene already naked, with soft candlelight flickering over them as they kissed. Byou eased his mouth away from Yo-ka’s and slowly kissed down the other performer’s neck. He paused, looked up at him, kissed his collarbone and flicked his tongue over it.
Then he moved down further, licking a wet trail down his chest, pausing at a nipple. He circled it, flicking his tongue over it lightly, then sucking - causing Yo-ka to arch backward, letting out a hoarse, ragged cry.
Byou moved up and over, kissing his way to his partner’s shoulder, then down his arms . . . and what nice arms he had. He worked out, that was for damn sure. He was as built as Kai was. Byou took great pleasure in licking his way downward, feeling the texture of the smooth muscles . . .
Until he reached Yo-ka’s hand, glove-free this time - at this point of the story, the fallen angel had learned how to cover his scars with makeup. Byou remembered all too well the pleasure that hand had given him before. He pressed his face into the palm, kissing it, licking it, moving up to the fingers .
His lips wrapped around the forefinger, and he slid down on it, sucking, then pulling it out of his mouth. He licked along it, then did the same to the second finger, kissing the tips, sucking on them, then kissing them again.
Yo-ka had his eyes closed and was moaning softly - how could just having his fingers sucked feel so damn good? It was like they had suddenly gained extra nerve endings, like they had become sex organs, not mere digits. He even found himself shuddering when Byou licked down his palm again, and over his wrist.
Then, suddenly, Byou was at his chest again, kissing a nipple, scraping his teeth over it, as his fingers softly teased the head of his cock.
“Oh!” Yo-ka gasped, which became a moan as Byou sucked the nipple hard, fingers lightly ghosting over his erection, sending an unspoken message . . . don’t you want my mouth where my fingers are now?
“Please,” he moaned. “Suck me, please . . .”
Byou lifted his head, and Yo-ka shifted his position so he was perched at the end of the bed, legs open - allowing them to get the shots they needed, plus super close-ups of hard cock sliding in and out of Byou’s pretty lips.
Byou knelt in front of him, opening his mouth - but he didn’t take the head in his mouth yet. Instead, he leaned over, touching the tip of his tongue to his lover’s balls. He began to trace their shape, lightly, hearing a groan from the other man.
“Oh, my God,” You-ka moaned. “Oh, I need it . . .”
Byou pulled his tongue away, flicked it over the balls again, then touched in lightly to the shaft, and finally, dragged it up slowly , covering every inch in a long, slow lick. Yo-ka gripped Byou’s head, moaning.
The teasing, wicked tongue circled the head, slowly, rubbing back and forth . . . until Byou opened his lips, sliding down on him rapidly.
Yo-ka gave a strangled cry, and Byou felt his hair grabbed and pulled - which just made him suck the other man harder and faster, his fingers caressing the bottom of his shaft as his mouth worked on the tip,
Little by little, he took more of the other man in, surrounding him gradually with wet heat, rubbing his tongue along the shaft. Yo-ka responded with a long, low growl, which became louder when Byou slid a hand up his torso, toying with a nipple.
Byou drew back, slowly, until Yo-ka’s cock was all the way out of his mouth. He looked up at the other man with a sultry expression, kissed the tip . . . and then opened his mouth and slid down, down, down until he was deep-throating him.
Yo-ka nearly screamed. He grabbed Byou’s hair and pulled, arching backward, his hips nearly rising off the bed - and he had to bite his lip to keep from coming. Fuck, oh, fuck, the man was a flat-out artist at this, unlike anyone Yo-ka had ever been with before. He was burning up, burning up on every level . . .
Byou slid back up, focusing on the head, working the sensitive area just underneath with lips and tongue, reaching up to caress the nipple again, and then started a gradual thrust - sliding back and forth at a steady pace, stopping every few thrusts to push down hard again, deep-throating him again, drawing a loud cry.
His mouth pulled away altogether, letting his tongue dance over the tip, circling it, flicking over the tip. He took him in again, deep, his fingers reaching for a nipple again.
A few more deep-throat thrusts, and then he reached up to gently squeeze the nipple. Yo-ka let a sharp, keening cry, an indication he was about to let go. Byou sucked hard with his whole mouth, ready to draw it out of him, to make an intense climax truly explosive . . .
He pulled back as Yo-ka nearly screamed. Byou’s face was bathed in white, his tongue coming out to flick at the droplets.
Yo-ka fell backward onto the bed, panting and completely spent. His eyes were closed, his whole body trembling. Even for someone who had as much sex as he did, onscreen and off, that was a very, very intense orgasm.
Byou moved up to kiss him, gently stroking his hair out of his face. He knew Yo-ka wasn’t going to be able to reciprocate right away - and he didn’t expect him to.
“Cut,” Uruha called. “I think we need to let our star have a few moments.”
Byou kissed the other man’s lips again. “Are you okay?”
Yo-ka opened his eyes, slowly. “I think I just fell a little in love with you,” he said.
Byou leaned his forehead against the other man’s. “That’s allowed,” he said, softly. This was porn, after all. Everyone was poly, everyone was with everyone else.
“I want to give back what you gave me,” he added, “but I can’t suck cock as well as you can.”
“It’s okay,” Byou said. “You already made me come so hard I thought I was going to explode. With these.” He took one of Yo-ka’s hands and kissed it.
Uruha approached the bed. “How are you doing?” he said.
“Wonderful,” Yo-ka said. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so blissed out.”
“Do you want us to gloss over you giving back to . . .”
“No, I’m going to do it,” Yo-ka said. “Byou earned it.”
“Why don’t you sit like he was before?” Uruha said to Byou. “It might be easier for him.”
So Byou sat with his legs spread, and Yo-ka settled between them. Uruha called for action, and Yo-ka set about kissing Byou everywhere - shoulders, chest, nipples, tonging and sucking them . . .
It wasn’t as long and elaborate as Byou’s pleasuring of him. It didn’t have to be. It just showed that his character was a selfless lover - a bit of the angel he used to be still there.
But when he opened his lips and slid down on Byou’s cock, Byou’s eyes flew open, and he let out a deep groan. Yo-ka was more skilled than he’d let on, knowing full well just how much pressure to apply, how fast to move, when to dart with his tongue.
Byou exhaled a long breath as the other man sped up, little by little, his fingers coming into play as Byou’s had done, skirting his inner thighs, brushing against the base of his erection and his balls. The older man found himself spreading his legs wider, lifting his hips a little, pushing himself deeper into Yo-ka’s mouth as the other man began to purr, sending vibrations through his cock.
“Yes,” Byou panted as Yo-ka sucked him with a steady pace, the camera coming in for a loving closeup of the hard thing sliding through those beautiful lips. He was flirting with deep-throating himself, a couple of downward thrusts getting very close to that line.
But it was what he did with his hands that made Byou moan the loudest, reaching up to his nipples like Byou had done to him, caressing, gently squeezing - and at one point, pinching hard enough to cause a shock of pain just as a sweep of his tongue brought about a shock of pleasure. Byou let out a sharp cry, and Yo-ka pulled back just in time to catch the load on his face.
He moved up, and they kissed, smearing come everywhere, the camera sweeping away from them to end the scene.
“How do I look?” Yo-ka said.
“Beautiful,” Byou replied, brushing the come off his cheek - and he meant it. Come looked very appropriate, and very attractive, on that gorgeous face.
“I feel hollowed out,” Yo-ka said. “You take a lot out of a guy.”
“I could fill you if you want,” Byou said - and then laughed when he got a shocked, are-you-fucking-kidding-me look from Yo-ka. “Just joking.” He lightly brushed at the other man’s face again. “I think we’re both spent for the day.”
“You’d better be kidding,” Yo-ka said. “I can barely move right now.”
“Can you move to the bath?” Byou said.
“To share it?” Yo-ka managed to get to his feet, although he was still pretty wibbly-wobbly. The part of Yo-ka will now be played by a pile of overboiled udon.
“Of course,” Byou said. “Just to talk more.” He put an arm around the other man - half to steady him, half out of affection. “I can barely move, too.”
They headed off for the bathroom, as Uruha watched them go with a satisfied smile on his face. He was more convinced than ever he had an award-winning video on his hands. The two had more chemistry than a high school science class.
* * *
They weren’t rushed out of the bathroom. They had a chance for a nice, relaxing soak, where they talked about anything that came into their heads - favorite places to eat and drink, previous videos they’d worked on, anime they watched when they were kids.
When they got dressed and walked back into the main part of the apartment, though, they had a surprise waiting for them. There was a sheepish-looking Ruki . . .and behind him, a no-nonsense Yuuki, arms crossed over his chest.
“I came to say I’m sorry,” Ruki said. “For the strawberry thing, I mean. I acted like a prick and a diva and left you hanging, and it was really unprofessional of me. And I’m usually a pro.”
Byou and Yo-ka looked at each other, and then at Ruki. He had his head down, properly bowing, looking sincerely contrite.
Yo-ka looked beyond Ruki - to the man behind him. There was no doubt in his mind that his lover was behind this. He knew about the relationship Ruki and Yuuki had since they’d worked together (and it didn’t bother him in the least. Porn poly, as Byou would say). He also knew how persuasive Yuuki could be with his lovers - and that he didn’t stand for diva bullshit in any way, shape or form.
“Ruki, it’s okay,” Yo-ka said. “I didn’t know you had this thing with strawberries. If I did, I would never have eaten them.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t have to be such a drama queen about it,” Ruki said. “So, yeah, I’m sorry I was an ass.”
“Ruki, it worked out,” Yo-ka said. “Really. In fact . . . it worked out really well. I mean, I was looking forward to working with you and I want to work with you again, but . . . “ He reached over and squeezed Byou’s hand. “Since that happened, I got a really great co-star. Byou was terrific - in everything.”
Ruki looked up, suddenly. “Everything?”
“He especially liked the blow job scene,” Byou said. He couldn’t resist invoking his old rivalry with Ruki - they’d competed for a long time for the title of gay porn’s top oral specialist.
“That’s because he hasn’t had me yet!” Ruki said. “You just wait until I work with him, then we’ll see what he says!”
“He might be co-starring with me again before you,” Byou said. “He said he wants to work together again.”
“Stop putting words in his mouth!” Ruki said.
“No, I really said that,” Yo-ka said. “But I want to work with you, too. Just . . . no more strawberries. I promise.”
“You’d better not,” Ruki said - back to his old self again.
“And when are you going to work with me again, hmm?” Yuuki said.
“Whenever you want,” Ruki replied. “Anytime, anyplace, anywhere.”
Uruha entered the room. “We’re just about ready to leave, guys,” he said. “Oh, hi, Ruki.”
Yuuki gave Ruki a jab in the ribs with his elbow, and Ruki bowed low. “I’m sorry for the strawberry thing. It was really unprofessional of me, and . . .”
“Ruki, please.” Uruha waved his hand. “It happened, it’s not going to happen again.”
“What do you mean by that?” said Ruki.
“I’m going to be putting together a list of foods every one of our actors can’t stand,” Uruha said. “Everyone’s going to be required to submit something to the list. And when you work with that actor, you’re forbidden from eating that food for 24 hours before the shoot. We’re going to update the list for every actor who works with us - in-house or co-production. And everyone gets a copy.”
“You’re brilliant,” Ruki said. “That’s why you’re the boss.”
“Just doing my job,” Uruha said. “Okay, guys, I’m going. Kai’s going to start wondering where I am.”
The others followed him out, Byou reaching for Yo-ka’s hand as they left. Yuuki noticed out of the corner of his eye, and smiled to himself.
* * *
“You like him, don’t you?” Yuuki said to Yo-ka that night. Yuuki was sitting in the living room, idly looking at Twitter; Yo-ka was pouring himself a glass of melon soda.
“You mean, Byou?” Yo-ka said. He picked his glass up. “I want to work with him again.”
“Onscreen and off?”
“Like you and Ruki?” Yo-ka said, coming over to the couch with his drink.
“Of course,” Yuuki said. “We need to have them both over for a play date some night. That would be fun.”
“Just how did you get him to apologize, anyway?” Yo-ka said before taking a big drink.
“I told him that if he didn’t say he was sorry, I wouldn’t spank him,” Yuuki said. “That got results.” He wrapped an arm around Yo-ka. “But I’m glad for you that it worked out like it did. Byou’s hot as hell.”
“And you’d rather keep Ruki for yourself?”
“Hey!” said Yuuki. “I share, you know. Especially with you.”
“He does have a boyfriend,” Yo-ka said.
“So does Byou,” said Yuuki.
“Does that stop us?” said Yo-ka. Porn poly, the law of the land.
“Of course not,” said Yuuki. “This is us we’re talking about.” He leaned his head against the other man’s.
“Yes,” Yo-ka said. “This is us.” Polyamorous porn couple, not using the words “boyfriend” or “love,” but . . . still an us. Very much an us.
Yo-ka’s phone pinged with a text message. He pulled it out of his pocket and read it. “It’s Uruha,” he said. “He said that Sparxxx managed to pull enough strings to get the video in the running for the JAVA awards. The judges are going to screen it as soon as he delivers his final cut.”
“Congratulations,” Yuuki said. “I might be living with a prize-winner.”
Yo-ka smiled to himself, looking at the message. Yes, it was nice that he was in the running for the award, and if they saw fit to give it to him? He’d be thrilled. But that wasn’t the best thing that had happened to him recently.
He had his new relationship with Byou. He had his long-time relationship with Yuuki. Both of them were worth more than all the trophies in the world.