Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better [Chapter 8]
Title: Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better
Author: Thursday Saint Giles
Pairing: Gackt/Miyavi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SKIN needs a forth member, but Gackt still isn’t sure why they need anyone but him. Also, Crack!Fic
As promised, there is pr0n now. Also, this is by no means the end of the story. Stay tuned for more crack...
“I’m hungry,” Miyavi whined, staring out window with a petulant expression.
“Get something to eat, then,” Sugizo said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But I don’t want something from the kitchen. I want to go out to eat,” Miyavi complained.
Yoshiki and Sugizo looked at one another across the room. “Ever feel like we really did have a kid?” Yoshiki asked. Sugizo snorted in amusement.
“Someone come with me?” Miyavi asked of the room in general. It was raining, and raining always put him in a bad mood and made it difficult to concentrate or write. And he was hungry.
“Sorry, I’m meeting my girl,” Ju-ken apologised.
“Hyde and I are taking the kids to a movie,” Sugizo said.
“I’ve got a conference call in twenty minutes,” Yoshiki said.
“Come on, Nii-san,” Miyavi said, and tugged on Gackt’s sleeve. “Take me out.”
“I’m not going in anywhere with you dressed like that,” Gackt said severely.
Miyavi looked down at his outfit and rolled his eyes. It wasn’t anything unusual for himself-a plaid knee skirt over black tights that came to mid-calf, a black wife-beater under a white button down shirt, black combat boots-but Gackt could be such a spaz about such things. “There’s this place in Shinjuku, where no one is going to think this looks out of the ordinary. We can get a seat in the back, and I’m hungry.”
“Shinjuku?” Gackt echoed.
“Live a little,” Miyavi said. “Just think, with everyone so busy looking at my outfit, they won’t even recognise you.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that is going to work quite how you imagine,” Gackt muttered. All the same, they found themselves at the restaurant twenty-five minutes later. Gackt was all anal about not letting anyone else park his car, but once Miyavi spoke to the host, he was able to secure them prime parking.
“You come here often?” Gackt asked, looking around them dubiously.
“Well, there’s this awesome host club just down the way,” Miyavi explained.
“You have a boyfriend,” Gackt pointed out dully.
“Not exactly,” Miyavi said delicately. He’d have to tell the truth at some point, anyway, might as well get it out of the way now. No doubt Gackt would make some ridiculous big deal about it and pout for hours.
“Not exactly?” Gackt asked, and his voice got really soft and low like it did when he was angry.
Miyavi wriggled his hand back and forth. “I never said Kei was my boyfriend.”
“Is this like you never saying you could legally drive?” Gackt didn’t seem impressed.
“Precisely!” Miyavi said delightedly. “You’re catching on quite quickly, Gackt-chan.” Gackt did not look so pleased. “Well, Kei-kun is my brother, you see. My family are quite close.” Miyavi twirled his straw in his drink. “You know, it isn’t much different than what you do to your fans. Talking about You and Hyde like they’re your lovers, because you know the fans will like it. But everyone knows better, really.”
Gackt was quietly fuming, staring at his bottled water like he was in a contest with it. “So, you thought I would like it?”
Miyavi toed off his shoe and slouched low in his seat, extending his leg to let his toe brush the inside of Gackt’s ankle. Gackt didn’t jerk back, as Miyavi had anticipated. He let his gaze drift upward to meet Miyavi’s. “I was teasing you, Gacchan. It was for fun,” Miyavi said slowly, precisely, drawing a line up Gackt’s calf, under his pants. “Don’t you have fun teasing me?”
A slow, very tiny smile curled Gackt’s lip and his hand disappeared under the table and closed tightly around Miyavi’s ankle, pushing his foot away. Miyavi pouted and made little sound of mixed pain and dejection.
The waiter came, giving Gackt a reprieve, and Miyavi had to roll his eyes at Gackt’s tediously detailed instructions on how to prepare his order. Miyavi just ordered his regular and waved the man away. “They’re going to spit in your food,” he muttered.
Gackt stared at him blankly. “Why would they do that?”
Miyavi fought against a smile. “You, like, really did grow up on an entirely different planet, didn’t you?” he murmured in wonder.
“No, just in an entirely different century,” Gackt returned softly, and it took looking at him, seeing the gentle curve of his lips, to know he was joking. Miyavi could have squealed in delight. Instead he just toyed with his napkin and thought very hard what his next move would be.
“Soooo…” Miyavi said, when they’d got back to his place. He looked up at Gackt from under his lashes, played with one of his necklaces. “Wanna come up?”
“Miyavi, there are trees in your parking lot,” Gackt told him, very matter-of-factly.
Miyavi glanced around, unconcerned. “I suppose there are, yes.” He said, nonplussed.
“Birds might land in them,” Gackt expounded.
Miyavi had to fight hard against a burst of laughter. “Live life dangerously,” he said lightly. “Take a walk on the wild side.”
The entire elevator ride up Joe kept shooting nervous glances at the two of them in the reflection of the doors, and Gackt kept staring forlornly at his keys, as if they could somehow bring him news on the status of his windshield.
“Are your lovers often jealous?” Miyavi asked over his shoulder, as he moved past the genkan.
“I don’t often take lovers,” Gackt answered in that soft, gentle voice that made him seem so unconcerned with everything around him. He didn’t often take lovers, like such a thing was beneath him. He didn’t often take lovers, when any of his fans, his colleagues, his peers, would be more than happy to fill the role. Well…Miyavi smirked to himself…perhaps it was for the best. If they didn’t have the balls to go after Gackt, it was their total loss.
“How sad!” Miyavi exclaimed. He turned suddenly on Gackt and stopped and Gackt, startled, stopped too, just short of bumping into him. “Sex is so much fun, don’t you think?” One never knew what might get a rise out of Gackt. If he wasn’t so lazy, Miyavi might have made a list of them so far.
Gackt didn’t look like he knew how to answer that, so Miyavi decided to save him the trouble. He stepped forward, put his arms over Gackt’s shoulders and leaned down. It was kinda sweet, Miyavi thought, the way he had to bend over a little. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes to slits, watching Gackt’s eyes widen, and then their lips met. Gackt tensed at the first touch and Miyavi just brushed his mouth against Gackt’s, discovering that yes, Gackt’s lips were just as soft and perfect as they looked.
Miyavi leaned back, smiled, and kept his arms lightly resting against Gackt’s shoulders. “Wanna have some fun?” he asked a little breathlessly, voice low.
“You just kissed me,” Gackt told him bemusedly. Miyavi nodded. Gackt’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t ask me!” he said indignantly.
Miyavi’s grin widened. “Guess what?” he murmured, “I’m going to not ask you again.” This time Gackt made a startled little sound, but his hands came up to grab Miyavi by the waist and Miyavi sagged a little, trying to make up for the difference in height, and opened his mouth over Gackt’s.
Kissing Gackt was just as frustrating and wonderful as holding a conversation with him-one minute he was still and unresponsive and Miyavi went through a million creative thoughts on how to provoke him…and then, he pressed the point of his lip ring into Gackt’s bottom lip and Gackt sprung into action. Gackt kissed with passion and enthusiasm, licking lightly at Miyavi’s lips, scraping his teeth over sensitive flesh, sucking, biting. Miyavi giggled and let his fingers curl into Gackt’s hair, toying with the strands, content to let Gackt lead rather than try to keep up, lazily mimicking.
Gackt’s fingers curled into Miyavi’s over-shirt, bunched it up along with the wife-beater, his knuckles grazing bare skin. The touch sent tingles up Miyavi’s chest, up his neck. He tilted his head and made a whining sound, and Gackt released Miyavi’s mouth, tracing fast kisses over Miyavi’s jaw before biting hard at his earlobe. Miyavi gasped and his knees gave out for real.
They stumbled together until Gackt’s back met the wall. Gackt’s hands were hot and soft, palms firm up Miyavi’s back, fingers moving as if he could trace the characters of the sutra. He released Miyavi’s lobe and bit a tender spot into existence just below his chin. Miyavi made a sound of mingled pleasure and pain and braced his hands on the wall, shifted his legs further apart to straddle Gackt’s and ground their groins together.
Gackt growled and Miyavi dipped his head to meet his eyes. “Are you done playing your mind games, then?” Gackt asked, but there was a glint of humour in his eyes that said he hadn’t really minded.
“Oh, I dunno…” Miyavi said slowly, swiping his tongue over his lips. Gackt had tasted of tobacco, and Miyavi decided that kissing him was a much better addiction than ever taking up smoking again. “I rather think that foreplay is the best part,” he purred, and nipped at Gackt’s jaw. Gackt’s fingers curled into Miyavi’s back, digging into the muscle.
It should have been absurd, or at least laughable, that Gackt had to push himself up on his toes to whisper in Miyavi’s ear. But when he said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name and scream til you lose your voice,” Miyavi just felt himself go rock hard and he whimpered submissively.
“Yes, fuck yes, please,” Miyavi gasped. He began to tug at Gackt’s shirt, suddenly unable to see straight through his haze of lust. Gackt was all cold, dashing calm, taking his hands away from Miyavi long enough to shrug out of his own shirt. Miyavi’s fingers set to work on Gackt’s belt, pulling it free from the loops and tossing it away.
Gackt’s breath was hot on Miyavi’s neck, drawing in deep, almost panting breaths. “Are we going to do this right here?” he asked. His hands gathered up the pleats of Miyavi’s skirt, cupping his ass.
Miyavi chuckled low in his throat and wriggled out of Gackt’s grip and dropped to his knees. He knew how gorgeous he was, but it was still flattering, the way Gackt’s breath caught, the way he drew the backs of his fingers over Miyavi’s jaw like he was something special. Miyavi looked up at him mischievously, quickly undoing button and zipper. Gackt’s thong was nothing special and easy to tug to the side, especially given the way his cock was straining against it. He’d never got any complaints about his size, and he’d rather liked being the long, thin sort-boys and girls both appreciated how deep he could get, and the angles. But Gackt…dear lord, when the man said he was a magnum, he really, really meant it. Long, yes, but thick too. It was mouth-watering.
Maybe Gackt didn’t get very good head, or maybe he thought Miyavi couldn’t get it all in, but when Miyavi deep-throated him all at once, Gackt cursed and his head smacked hard against the wall. Miyavi bobbed his head up and down the length, sucking and slurping, doing his best to make the most obscene sounds he could, knowing it would get to Gackt. Indeed, his fingers wormed their way into Miyavi’s hair, tugging until Miyavi’s eyes watered. If he could have laughed around his mouthful, he would have, but instead he swallowed, felt Gackt shudder in pleasure. Gackt moaned, and it was a sound any fan could hear on the right song, but it was more real, more raw. It was, like everything Gackt did, thick with sex.
Right then, it was difficult not to finish Gackt off with his mouth, and he knew he could do it quickly. But he practically ached with the emptiness he felt, knowing he could have Gackt inside him. With one final, remorseful swipe of the tongue, he fell back on his heels. His mouth felt pleasantly stretched, lips swollen. He let his head fall playfully to the side, leaned back on his wrists, smirked at Gackt.
Gackt took a step away from the wall and shoved his pants off his hips, dragging his thong down with thumbs hooked through the strings. Everyone talked about touched up photos, and no one was that absolutely perfect, but yeah, yeah, Gackt totally was. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on that slender, sculpted form.
Miyavi scrambled to his feet, worming out of his leggings and getting tangled in them and Gackt just gave him a haughty look, but Miyavi figured he kinda deserved it. He turned down the hall and gave a jerk of his head for Gackt to follow, shedding his over shirt, then pulling the undershirt over his head, flinging it across the room. He wondered what Kei would say when he noticed it hanging from the fan.
There were condoms and lube in the coffee table drawer, because one never knew when one might need to have sex right away, and point only given further validity given the current state of affairs. Miyavi leaned over the back of the loveseat, straining for the drawer handle, very aware of the way his skirt rose up in the back and the fact that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear under his leggings, the air cool on his bare skin. Even more aware when Gackt’s hand slid up the skirt. Miyavi sagged briefly, letting his hand drop, grinding his erection into the leather upholstery.
Gackt’s thumbs sunk into Miyavi’s skin and he spread Miyavi’s cheeks, the head of his cock rubbing against Miyavi’s entrance. Miyavi’s head hung and he made an embarrassingly desperate sound. He reached out again, jerking the drawer open with enough force to pull it out of the table, and began rifling through the papers and pens and other odds and ends until he found the lube and tossed it over his shoulder. Gackt must have caught it, because next second, one long, slick finger replaced Gackt’s erection and pushed deep inside.
Miyavi cried out, tossing back his head. He thrust his hips down and back. “More, Jesus, harder, something…” Gackt chuckled and his free hand ran down Miyavi’s spine, fingers light and teasing. He shoved a second finger in alongside the first and crooked them just right. Miyavi moved wantonly against him, and still it wasn’t enough, because he’d had Gackt’s cock in his mouth and now his ass was aching for it.
“Take this,” Miyavi said through gritted teeth, extending the wrapped condom, “put it on your cock and make me forget my goddamned name already.”
Gackt was in no hurry as he slipped the condom from between Miyavi’s loose fingers. He leaned over Miyavi’s back, and even so it was a surprise to hear his voice so close to Miyavi’s ear. “You’re fun like this, too,” he murmured, sucking at Miyavi’s earlobe, at his pulse. Miyavi heard the crinkling of the wrapper as Gackt tore it open and nearly screamed in frustration at how long it was all taking.
“Fun how?” Miyavi managed, between panting breaths.
“Flustered.” Hot tongue up his throat.
In spite of everything, Miyavi had to laugh, and did, right up until Gackt began to push into him, slow and tight and “Jesus fuck, yes,” Miyavi groaned. Gackt grabbed his hips and gave one more quick thrust and he was somehow all the way in, and Miyavi had thought he knew why anal sex was good, but he’d been very, very wrong, because Gackt was why.
And Gackt fucked like he worked-deliberate and agonisingly slow…measured thrusts that shook Miyavi to the core. Miyavi’s fingers dug into the arms of the couch. All he could do was hang on, ride it out. He arched his back trying to get more, jerked his hips back to meet Gackt. He could practically feel Gackt’s cock in his throat, smell it, taste it. He could hardly wait until later-he’d catch Gackt off guard, climb on him, ride him hard and fast until Gackt was the one desperate and begging.
Then Gackt angled his hips, somehow got in deeper and hit that spot that made Miyavi keen and tear at the fabric beneath his fingers. He humped the couch shamelessly til Gackt got a firmer grip on his hips, making him hold still. “Dick,” Miyavi muttered and Gackt punished him with a particularly brutal thrust.
He was slow about it, and it could have been boring, but Gackt was unpredictable, and anything but boring. Miyavi’s body pinned so he couldn’t get a hand around his own dick and Gackt wouldn’t let him grind, but even so, he kept getting close, so close, just with the slow, gradual rhythm Gackt built, make Miyavi keep catching his breath and taking in more, never exhaling, and right when he was there, ready to let it out, Gackt would grab him around the base of his cock and squeeze, just enough pressure to make it hurt, make it impossible to let go.
“When this is over,” Miyavi managed, gasping, “I’m going to have so much fun paying you back.”
“You’re not having fun now?” Gackt asked lightly, like he wasn’t fucking the shit out of him.
“Still waiting to forget my name,” Miyavi shot back, a challenging smirk tossed over his shoulder. Gackt caught a fistful of hair and tugged and kissed him, his thrusts more solid, each met with a resounding smacking sound of flesh on flesh and a little sting that said it was almost just too much. Almost. Actually, kind of perfect.
And when Gackt wanted him to, and not a moment too soon, he did scream. If pressed, he probably wouldn’t be able to say what he screamed, he wasn’t even sure at the time. Gackt stopped squeezing and started pumping Miyavi’s erection in time with his thrusts, sucked at the spot he’d made earlier on Miyavi’s neck. Miyavi jerked helplessly, feeling like a puppet in Gackt’s arms and loving it. His orgasm was more like a relief than anything, pleasure coiling through his veins making everything that was tense, loose.
Gackt kept at him and just when Miyavi was wondering if the man would ever lose his cool (while simultaneously marvelling over the fact that his dick was stirring already), Gackt shuddered and moaned Miyavi’s name low, almost a whisper, and after a few juddering thrusts, fell still and collapsed over Miyavi’s back, panting.
Miyavi giggled, happy and giddy and just about ready for round two, and wiggled. Gackt chuckled, the sound brief and rich. It warmed Miyavi all through. Gackt pulled away from him and flipped his skirt back down to cover Miyavi’s ass. Miyavi turned around, sitting on the back of the loveseat, watching Gackt remove the condom and tie it off. “You’re clean, right?” He asked, dragging a toe across the floor.
Gackt gave him a measured look. “You want to go get tested together, fine, and then we can stop using condoms.”
Miyavi shrugged, then something occurred to him. “Are you calling me a slut?” he asked, more amused than offended.
“Well, if the shoe fits,” Gackt said softly, and Miyavi made a sound of outrage. He hooked his foot behind Gackt’s calf and tugged, ending up with an armful, and then they were kissing again. Some of the urgency of before was gone, but Gackt still kissed with purpose. Miyavi liked his fervour, but there was a thing or two he could teach Gackt about kissing, he figured. He licked gently at Gackt’s open mouth, teasing, darted in, then out, and Gackt finally got it, joined him in his game of tag. Gackt’s fingers were light down Miyavi’s sides, over his ribs, like Miyavi was some new instrument and Gackt was just figuring it out. He inched closer and Miyavi brought up his other leg, hooking his ankles around Gackt’s legs, tightening his arms around Gackt’s shoulders.
“Sooo…” Miyavi drawled, tapping his fingers against Gackt’s shoulder blades, a progression. “This magnum thing, does it, uh…extend to all aspects of your performance?”
Gackt’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?” He had the good grace to ignore the pun.
“Well, clearly you have the…length and girth and…stamina. But what of your refractory period?” Miyavi wondered, grinning cheekily.
Author: Thursday Saint Giles
Pairing: Gackt/Miyavi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: SKIN needs a forth member, but Gackt still isn’t sure why they need anyone but him. Also, Crack!Fic
As promised, there is pr0n now. Also, this is by no means the end of the story. Stay tuned for more crack...
“I’m hungry,” Miyavi whined, staring out window with a petulant expression.
“Get something to eat, then,” Sugizo said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But I don’t want something from the kitchen. I want to go out to eat,” Miyavi complained.
Yoshiki and Sugizo looked at one another across the room. “Ever feel like we really did have a kid?” Yoshiki asked. Sugizo snorted in amusement.
“Someone come with me?” Miyavi asked of the room in general. It was raining, and raining always put him in a bad mood and made it difficult to concentrate or write. And he was hungry.
“Sorry, I’m meeting my girl,” Ju-ken apologised.
“Hyde and I are taking the kids to a movie,” Sugizo said.
“I’ve got a conference call in twenty minutes,” Yoshiki said.
“Come on, Nii-san,” Miyavi said, and tugged on Gackt’s sleeve. “Take me out.”
“I’m not going in anywhere with you dressed like that,” Gackt said severely.
Miyavi looked down at his outfit and rolled his eyes. It wasn’t anything unusual for himself-a plaid knee skirt over black tights that came to mid-calf, a black wife-beater under a white button down shirt, black combat boots-but Gackt could be such a spaz about such things. “There’s this place in Shinjuku, where no one is going to think this looks out of the ordinary. We can get a seat in the back, and I’m hungry.”
“Shinjuku?” Gackt echoed.
“Live a little,” Miyavi said. “Just think, with everyone so busy looking at my outfit, they won’t even recognise you.”
“Somehow, I don’t think that is going to work quite how you imagine,” Gackt muttered. All the same, they found themselves at the restaurant twenty-five minutes later. Gackt was all anal about not letting anyone else park his car, but once Miyavi spoke to the host, he was able to secure them prime parking.
“You come here often?” Gackt asked, looking around them dubiously.
“Well, there’s this awesome host club just down the way,” Miyavi explained.
“You have a boyfriend,” Gackt pointed out dully.
“Not exactly,” Miyavi said delicately. He’d have to tell the truth at some point, anyway, might as well get it out of the way now. No doubt Gackt would make some ridiculous big deal about it and pout for hours.
“Not exactly?” Gackt asked, and his voice got really soft and low like it did when he was angry.
Miyavi wriggled his hand back and forth. “I never said Kei was my boyfriend.”
“Is this like you never saying you could legally drive?” Gackt didn’t seem impressed.
“Precisely!” Miyavi said delightedly. “You’re catching on quite quickly, Gackt-chan.” Gackt did not look so pleased. “Well, Kei-kun is my brother, you see. My family are quite close.” Miyavi twirled his straw in his drink. “You know, it isn’t much different than what you do to your fans. Talking about You and Hyde like they’re your lovers, because you know the fans will like it. But everyone knows better, really.”
Gackt was quietly fuming, staring at his bottled water like he was in a contest with it. “So, you thought I would like it?”
Miyavi toed off his shoe and slouched low in his seat, extending his leg to let his toe brush the inside of Gackt’s ankle. Gackt didn’t jerk back, as Miyavi had anticipated. He let his gaze drift upward to meet Miyavi’s. “I was teasing you, Gacchan. It was for fun,” Miyavi said slowly, precisely, drawing a line up Gackt’s calf, under his pants. “Don’t you have fun teasing me?”
A slow, very tiny smile curled Gackt’s lip and his hand disappeared under the table and closed tightly around Miyavi’s ankle, pushing his foot away. Miyavi pouted and made little sound of mixed pain and dejection.
The waiter came, giving Gackt a reprieve, and Miyavi had to roll his eyes at Gackt’s tediously detailed instructions on how to prepare his order. Miyavi just ordered his regular and waved the man away. “They’re going to spit in your food,” he muttered.
Gackt stared at him blankly. “Why would they do that?”
Miyavi fought against a smile. “You, like, really did grow up on an entirely different planet, didn’t you?” he murmured in wonder.
“No, just in an entirely different century,” Gackt returned softly, and it took looking at him, seeing the gentle curve of his lips, to know he was joking. Miyavi could have squealed in delight. Instead he just toyed with his napkin and thought very hard what his next move would be.
“Soooo…” Miyavi said, when they’d got back to his place. He looked up at Gackt from under his lashes, played with one of his necklaces. “Wanna come up?”
“Miyavi, there are trees in your parking lot,” Gackt told him, very matter-of-factly.
Miyavi glanced around, unconcerned. “I suppose there are, yes.” He said, nonplussed.
“Birds might land in them,” Gackt expounded.
Miyavi had to fight hard against a burst of laughter. “Live life dangerously,” he said lightly. “Take a walk on the wild side.”
The entire elevator ride up Joe kept shooting nervous glances at the two of them in the reflection of the doors, and Gackt kept staring forlornly at his keys, as if they could somehow bring him news on the status of his windshield.
“Are your lovers often jealous?” Miyavi asked over his shoulder, as he moved past the genkan.
“I don’t often take lovers,” Gackt answered in that soft, gentle voice that made him seem so unconcerned with everything around him. He didn’t often take lovers, like such a thing was beneath him. He didn’t often take lovers, when any of his fans, his colleagues, his peers, would be more than happy to fill the role. Well…Miyavi smirked to himself…perhaps it was for the best. If they didn’t have the balls to go after Gackt, it was their total loss.
“How sad!” Miyavi exclaimed. He turned suddenly on Gackt and stopped and Gackt, startled, stopped too, just short of bumping into him. “Sex is so much fun, don’t you think?” One never knew what might get a rise out of Gackt. If he wasn’t so lazy, Miyavi might have made a list of them so far.
Gackt didn’t look like he knew how to answer that, so Miyavi decided to save him the trouble. He stepped forward, put his arms over Gackt’s shoulders and leaned down. It was kinda sweet, Miyavi thought, the way he had to bend over a little. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes to slits, watching Gackt’s eyes widen, and then their lips met. Gackt tensed at the first touch and Miyavi just brushed his mouth against Gackt’s, discovering that yes, Gackt’s lips were just as soft and perfect as they looked.
Miyavi leaned back, smiled, and kept his arms lightly resting against Gackt’s shoulders. “Wanna have some fun?” he asked a little breathlessly, voice low.
“You just kissed me,” Gackt told him bemusedly. Miyavi nodded. Gackt’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t ask me!” he said indignantly.
Miyavi’s grin widened. “Guess what?” he murmured, “I’m going to not ask you again.” This time Gackt made a startled little sound, but his hands came up to grab Miyavi by the waist and Miyavi sagged a little, trying to make up for the difference in height, and opened his mouth over Gackt’s.
Kissing Gackt was just as frustrating and wonderful as holding a conversation with him-one minute he was still and unresponsive and Miyavi went through a million creative thoughts on how to provoke him…and then, he pressed the point of his lip ring into Gackt’s bottom lip and Gackt sprung into action. Gackt kissed with passion and enthusiasm, licking lightly at Miyavi’s lips, scraping his teeth over sensitive flesh, sucking, biting. Miyavi giggled and let his fingers curl into Gackt’s hair, toying with the strands, content to let Gackt lead rather than try to keep up, lazily mimicking.
Gackt’s fingers curled into Miyavi’s over-shirt, bunched it up along with the wife-beater, his knuckles grazing bare skin. The touch sent tingles up Miyavi’s chest, up his neck. He tilted his head and made a whining sound, and Gackt released Miyavi’s mouth, tracing fast kisses over Miyavi’s jaw before biting hard at his earlobe. Miyavi gasped and his knees gave out for real.
They stumbled together until Gackt’s back met the wall. Gackt’s hands were hot and soft, palms firm up Miyavi’s back, fingers moving as if he could trace the characters of the sutra. He released Miyavi’s lobe and bit a tender spot into existence just below his chin. Miyavi made a sound of mingled pleasure and pain and braced his hands on the wall, shifted his legs further apart to straddle Gackt’s and ground their groins together.
Gackt growled and Miyavi dipped his head to meet his eyes. “Are you done playing your mind games, then?” Gackt asked, but there was a glint of humour in his eyes that said he hadn’t really minded.
“Oh, I dunno…” Miyavi said slowly, swiping his tongue over his lips. Gackt had tasted of tobacco, and Miyavi decided that kissing him was a much better addiction than ever taking up smoking again. “I rather think that foreplay is the best part,” he purred, and nipped at Gackt’s jaw. Gackt’s fingers curled into Miyavi’s back, digging into the muscle.
It should have been absurd, or at least laughable, that Gackt had to push himself up on his toes to whisper in Miyavi’s ear. But when he said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name and scream til you lose your voice,” Miyavi just felt himself go rock hard and he whimpered submissively.
“Yes, fuck yes, please,” Miyavi gasped. He began to tug at Gackt’s shirt, suddenly unable to see straight through his haze of lust. Gackt was all cold, dashing calm, taking his hands away from Miyavi long enough to shrug out of his own shirt. Miyavi’s fingers set to work on Gackt’s belt, pulling it free from the loops and tossing it away.
Gackt’s breath was hot on Miyavi’s neck, drawing in deep, almost panting breaths. “Are we going to do this right here?” he asked. His hands gathered up the pleats of Miyavi’s skirt, cupping his ass.
Miyavi chuckled low in his throat and wriggled out of Gackt’s grip and dropped to his knees. He knew how gorgeous he was, but it was still flattering, the way Gackt’s breath caught, the way he drew the backs of his fingers over Miyavi’s jaw like he was something special. Miyavi looked up at him mischievously, quickly undoing button and zipper. Gackt’s thong was nothing special and easy to tug to the side, especially given the way his cock was straining against it. He’d never got any complaints about his size, and he’d rather liked being the long, thin sort-boys and girls both appreciated how deep he could get, and the angles. But Gackt…dear lord, when the man said he was a magnum, he really, really meant it. Long, yes, but thick too. It was mouth-watering.
Maybe Gackt didn’t get very good head, or maybe he thought Miyavi couldn’t get it all in, but when Miyavi deep-throated him all at once, Gackt cursed and his head smacked hard against the wall. Miyavi bobbed his head up and down the length, sucking and slurping, doing his best to make the most obscene sounds he could, knowing it would get to Gackt. Indeed, his fingers wormed their way into Miyavi’s hair, tugging until Miyavi’s eyes watered. If he could have laughed around his mouthful, he would have, but instead he swallowed, felt Gackt shudder in pleasure. Gackt moaned, and it was a sound any fan could hear on the right song, but it was more real, more raw. It was, like everything Gackt did, thick with sex.
Right then, it was difficult not to finish Gackt off with his mouth, and he knew he could do it quickly. But he practically ached with the emptiness he felt, knowing he could have Gackt inside him. With one final, remorseful swipe of the tongue, he fell back on his heels. His mouth felt pleasantly stretched, lips swollen. He let his head fall playfully to the side, leaned back on his wrists, smirked at Gackt.
Gackt took a step away from the wall and shoved his pants off his hips, dragging his thong down with thumbs hooked through the strings. Everyone talked about touched up photos, and no one was that absolutely perfect, but yeah, yeah, Gackt totally was. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on that slender, sculpted form.
Miyavi scrambled to his feet, worming out of his leggings and getting tangled in them and Gackt just gave him a haughty look, but Miyavi figured he kinda deserved it. He turned down the hall and gave a jerk of his head for Gackt to follow, shedding his over shirt, then pulling the undershirt over his head, flinging it across the room. He wondered what Kei would say when he noticed it hanging from the fan.
There were condoms and lube in the coffee table drawer, because one never knew when one might need to have sex right away, and point only given further validity given the current state of affairs. Miyavi leaned over the back of the loveseat, straining for the drawer handle, very aware of the way his skirt rose up in the back and the fact that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear under his leggings, the air cool on his bare skin. Even more aware when Gackt’s hand slid up the skirt. Miyavi sagged briefly, letting his hand drop, grinding his erection into the leather upholstery.
Gackt’s thumbs sunk into Miyavi’s skin and he spread Miyavi’s cheeks, the head of his cock rubbing against Miyavi’s entrance. Miyavi’s head hung and he made an embarrassingly desperate sound. He reached out again, jerking the drawer open with enough force to pull it out of the table, and began rifling through the papers and pens and other odds and ends until he found the lube and tossed it over his shoulder. Gackt must have caught it, because next second, one long, slick finger replaced Gackt’s erection and pushed deep inside.
Miyavi cried out, tossing back his head. He thrust his hips down and back. “More, Jesus, harder, something…” Gackt chuckled and his free hand ran down Miyavi’s spine, fingers light and teasing. He shoved a second finger in alongside the first and crooked them just right. Miyavi moved wantonly against him, and still it wasn’t enough, because he’d had Gackt’s cock in his mouth and now his ass was aching for it.
“Take this,” Miyavi said through gritted teeth, extending the wrapped condom, “put it on your cock and make me forget my goddamned name already.”
Gackt was in no hurry as he slipped the condom from between Miyavi’s loose fingers. He leaned over Miyavi’s back, and even so it was a surprise to hear his voice so close to Miyavi’s ear. “You’re fun like this, too,” he murmured, sucking at Miyavi’s earlobe, at his pulse. Miyavi heard the crinkling of the wrapper as Gackt tore it open and nearly screamed in frustration at how long it was all taking.
“Fun how?” Miyavi managed, between panting breaths.
“Flustered.” Hot tongue up his throat.
In spite of everything, Miyavi had to laugh, and did, right up until Gackt began to push into him, slow and tight and “Jesus fuck, yes,” Miyavi groaned. Gackt grabbed his hips and gave one more quick thrust and he was somehow all the way in, and Miyavi had thought he knew why anal sex was good, but he’d been very, very wrong, because Gackt was why.
And Gackt fucked like he worked-deliberate and agonisingly slow…measured thrusts that shook Miyavi to the core. Miyavi’s fingers dug into the arms of the couch. All he could do was hang on, ride it out. He arched his back trying to get more, jerked his hips back to meet Gackt. He could practically feel Gackt’s cock in his throat, smell it, taste it. He could hardly wait until later-he’d catch Gackt off guard, climb on him, ride him hard and fast until Gackt was the one desperate and begging.
Then Gackt angled his hips, somehow got in deeper and hit that spot that made Miyavi keen and tear at the fabric beneath his fingers. He humped the couch shamelessly til Gackt got a firmer grip on his hips, making him hold still. “Dick,” Miyavi muttered and Gackt punished him with a particularly brutal thrust.
He was slow about it, and it could have been boring, but Gackt was unpredictable, and anything but boring. Miyavi’s body pinned so he couldn’t get a hand around his own dick and Gackt wouldn’t let him grind, but even so, he kept getting close, so close, just with the slow, gradual rhythm Gackt built, make Miyavi keep catching his breath and taking in more, never exhaling, and right when he was there, ready to let it out, Gackt would grab him around the base of his cock and squeeze, just enough pressure to make it hurt, make it impossible to let go.
“When this is over,” Miyavi managed, gasping, “I’m going to have so much fun paying you back.”
“You’re not having fun now?” Gackt asked lightly, like he wasn’t fucking the shit out of him.
“Still waiting to forget my name,” Miyavi shot back, a challenging smirk tossed over his shoulder. Gackt caught a fistful of hair and tugged and kissed him, his thrusts more solid, each met with a resounding smacking sound of flesh on flesh and a little sting that said it was almost just too much. Almost. Actually, kind of perfect.
And when Gackt wanted him to, and not a moment too soon, he did scream. If pressed, he probably wouldn’t be able to say what he screamed, he wasn’t even sure at the time. Gackt stopped squeezing and started pumping Miyavi’s erection in time with his thrusts, sucked at the spot he’d made earlier on Miyavi’s neck. Miyavi jerked helplessly, feeling like a puppet in Gackt’s arms and loving it. His orgasm was more like a relief than anything, pleasure coiling through his veins making everything that was tense, loose.
Gackt kept at him and just when Miyavi was wondering if the man would ever lose his cool (while simultaneously marvelling over the fact that his dick was stirring already), Gackt shuddered and moaned Miyavi’s name low, almost a whisper, and after a few juddering thrusts, fell still and collapsed over Miyavi’s back, panting.
Miyavi giggled, happy and giddy and just about ready for round two, and wiggled. Gackt chuckled, the sound brief and rich. It warmed Miyavi all through. Gackt pulled away from him and flipped his skirt back down to cover Miyavi’s ass. Miyavi turned around, sitting on the back of the loveseat, watching Gackt remove the condom and tie it off. “You’re clean, right?” He asked, dragging a toe across the floor.
Gackt gave him a measured look. “You want to go get tested together, fine, and then we can stop using condoms.”
Miyavi shrugged, then something occurred to him. “Are you calling me a slut?” he asked, more amused than offended.
“Well, if the shoe fits,” Gackt said softly, and Miyavi made a sound of outrage. He hooked his foot behind Gackt’s calf and tugged, ending up with an armful, and then they were kissing again. Some of the urgency of before was gone, but Gackt still kissed with purpose. Miyavi liked his fervour, but there was a thing or two he could teach Gackt about kissing, he figured. He licked gently at Gackt’s open mouth, teasing, darted in, then out, and Gackt finally got it, joined him in his game of tag. Gackt’s fingers were light down Miyavi’s sides, over his ribs, like Miyavi was some new instrument and Gackt was just figuring it out. He inched closer and Miyavi brought up his other leg, hooking his ankles around Gackt’s legs, tightening his arms around Gackt’s shoulders.
“Sooo…” Miyavi drawled, tapping his fingers against Gackt’s shoulder blades, a progression. “This magnum thing, does it, uh…extend to all aspects of your performance?”
Gackt’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Excuse me?” He had the good grace to ignore the pun.
“Well, clearly you have the…length and girth and…stamina. But what of your refractory period?” Miyavi wondered, grinning cheekily.