December Challenge 31 - Uncontrol (aka THE END)
December Challenge 31
Title - Uncontrol
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 4,752 (yikes!)
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha, Jun-ji, Chirolyn
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - viewing the YFC Otoko Matsuri DVD gets You a little hot under the collar
Notes - I didn't intend for this to be the story for the last day, but because I FAIL at writing smut, it's taken pretty much the entire month to write it.
The problem with playing guitar for Gackt, You thought, was that he usually missed the finer points of Gackt’s live performances.
When he played guitar, head down and eyes focused on the strings, his fingers dancing across them as he tried to keep up with Chacha and a drummer who did that usual drummer trick of getting faster every night, it left no room to watch his singer. Even if he was able to lift his head and take in his surroundings, the rule he had to abide by was “eyes front and look at the Dears”.
It was very frustrating.
It was also the reason why You considered the DVD viewing parties that Gackt arranged whenever a live DVD was finished to be the highlight of his job. Whereas everyone else would critique their own performance (and Gackt would critique everything from the other members of the band to the lights to how wide the smiles were of the fans in the front row) You couldn’t bare to watch himself. His eyes would be firmly fixed on Gackt so that he could see all of those little movements he’d missed during the show.
You thought that, after all of these years and live DVDs, he’d know better than to stare at Gackt’s performances. He considered himself to be a calm and controlled man normally but there had always been something about Gackt and his strange mix of beauty and strength, the contrast never more evident than when he was on stage, that threw his self control out of the window.
This time, it was that smirk and those bedroom eyes Gackt flashed at the camera as he shimmied his way out of his tie.
Oh, You had missed that when they were on stage. Of course, he’d known about the strip tease, he’d even teased Gackt mercilessly when he’d spent three hours on the afternoon of the show practising it in front of a mirror, but he hadn’t seen it.
And with Gackt, seeing was everything.
You shifted in his seat slightly as all of the blood, sense and mental functions he possessed seemed to rush to his crotch as the DVD showed Gackt’s shirt flying into the audience. You had shared that stage, he’d been stood merely inches away from Gackt and over the years he had kissed, licked and bitten every bit of skin on view (and most of what wasn’t on view) but as he sat in front of Gackt’s too big TV screen with Jun-ji’s elbow in his ribs and a slightly drunk Chacha giggling in his ear, it was as if he’d never seen him before. There was something unreal, something dangerous about seeing his lover teasing an all male audience in the way that he was.
He wanted nothing more than to throw Gackt to the floor and fuck him through the heated flooring.
“Are you okay, You-kun?”
You turned to look at the source of the voice and the knowing glint in Gackt’s eyes and the smirk, that same self confident “fuck me now” smirk that had been on his lips only moments before on the DVD was present again. Gackt’s eyes pointedly travelled down until they came to rest upon You’s denim covered crotch and You knew that his reaction had been noted by those eyes that always saw too much of him.
He also knew that held within those eyes was the promise that when the DVD was over, Gackt was willing to do something about it.
“I’m fine. I’m just enjoying the show,” You replied.
“Hmm,” Gackt said with more than a hint of amusement in his voice, “I can see that.”
The rest of the DVD passed in a blur. Chacha moved from being slightly drunk to jumping on the table, Jun-ji’s elbow dug into his ribs more and more as the drummer tried to claim the entire sofa for himself, Chirolyn ate all of the snacks and Gackt… Gackt kept staring at him with this amused grin on his face.
By the time the DVD finished and the credits rolled, You felt like he was going to explode. An hour of seeing his lover on screen, shirtless and sweaty with the powerful stage lights glistening off his toned muscle and flawless skin as an all male crowd screamed at his every movement had been the slowest, most torturous foreplay Gackt had ever subjected him to. And he had no doubt that this entire evening, from the seating arrangements (nobody ever wanted to sit next to Jun-ji and his ever extending limbs but Gackt had given him no choice) to the choice of wine (the last time he’d drank that particular vintage had been from Gackt’s mouth) to the snacks on offer (who offers strawberries and cream at a viewing party?!) had been meticulously planned by his evil, yet oh so fucking fantastic lover.
You had always been calm and controlled. But when Gackt pushed him to his limits, really pushed him, he burnt brighter and more fiercely than even Gackt could comprehend.
“Out. Everyone, out.”
Several pairs of eyes fell on You but only Jun-ji answered him. “Why? The night is still young and Gackt’s wine cellar is still full.”
Gackt, usually always the perfect host unless something better was on offer, stood and walked to the front door before opening it and resting casually against the door frame. “I think what You is trying to say is that he wants to fuck me now.”
Gackt glanced over at his lover to make sure that he’d read his intentions right (wouldn’t that have been embarrassing if he was wrong…) and could almost feel his skin burning from the fierce fire flickering in You’s usually calm eyes. “And if you don’t leave quickly, you’re going to have a front row seat while he does it.”
Despite the warning it was You who got to his feet first. He strode purposely over to Gackt and grabbed his hips, roughly pulling their bodies together as he pressed his lips to Gackt’s. The kiss wasn’t meant to tease or to be loving, it was meant to dominate and devour and Gackt felt his knees weaken as You’s tongue caressed every crevice of his mouth.
“Ugh, leaving!” Jun-ji announced as he climbed off the couch backwards, barely avoiding a still bouncing Chacha. “I really don’t need to see this again… C’mon Cha.”
“I wanna stay! I wanna watch!” Chacha whined with a pout and a stomp of his foot that nearly knocked him off balance.
You pulled his lips away from Gackt’s and instead started attacking his neck, his attention focused on that little patch of skin beneath Gackt’s jawline that always resulted in the singer making the most delicious purrs. “No watching,” kiss “I’m not…” lick “..sharing…” bite “this sight with anyone.”
“Hmm… You-kun… I love it when you get possessive,” Gackt purred
“Yeah, c’mon Cha,” Chirolyn said as he grabbed the guitarist by the scruff of his neck, “I think we saw half of it on the DVD.”
It took five minutes for Gackt and You to realise that they were now alone and still stood by Gackt’s still open front door, their minds too pre-occupied by wandering hands and scorching tongues. It was Gackt who realised first and he shut the door with a well placed kick from his heel, the door slamming shut with a force and vigour that any other day would have had him squealing about possible chipped varnish and warped wood.
But when You pushed him against the door, the impact of wood on his back and hot guitarist on his front squeezing the breath from his body, he found it hard to care about the paintwork.
Gackt tried to arch his back from the door, eager to gain both some sense of dominance in what was turning out to be a one sided kiss and also to press his growing arousal against any part of You he could find. You, however, cut off Gackt’s attempts with a strength that he only displayed when he was grappling with Gackt and used the other man’s movements against him as he sneakily slipped a denim clad thigh between Gackt’s long legs.
“Nuh-huh, not tonight Gakkun,” You gasped between kisses. “You’ve done everything you can tonight to drive me insane without allowing me to touch you and now that I can, you think that I’ll let you have a say in how this is going to go?!”
Gackt could only moan in response as both the fire in You’s words and the teasing pressure of You’s thigh rubbing against his quickly hardening cock had stolen his voice. He both hated and loved the fact that You could so easily steal his eloquence from him.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” You asked, his hands roughly grabbing hold of the hem of Gackt’s shirt before pulling it off him in one fluid motion. “You wanted me to own you tonight because as much as you love being in control, you love it even more when that control is taken from you, don’t you?”
You’s hands, cold from holding the cans of beer he’d switched to after the wine, were running down Gackt’s sides as You began to attack his neck again. It took a few moments but Gackt was finally able to find the words to reply. “Only when it’s you.”
You smiled then. It was a sweet, loving smile, one that was reserved only for Gackt and their private moments together but Gackt was pleased to see that the fire was still burning in You’s eyes. You was right. Despite his control freak tendencies and his constant need to be stronger and more dominant than every other man, submitting to You always drove him insane.
But, Gackt supposed, it wasn’t his submission that was making his cock throb under the slow but forceful pressure of You’s thigh, it was more You’s dominance and his burning desire for him.
It was knowing that he was the only person who could turn You’s usual calm ocean into a terrifying storm that raged even more fiercely than his. It was being able to make You, the man who usually treated him as if he was the most precious thing in the world, lose control so badly that the finger marks, bite marks and aches in Gackt’s body would still be present three days later.
Simply knowing how much You wanted him and wanted to own him was the biggest aphrodisiac that Gackt knew of.
You’s hands moved around to Gackt’s waist and made quick work of the belt that held up Gackt’s capri pants, the metal buckle making a loud and satisfying sound when You dropped it to the floor.
“You-kun,” Gackt said between soft moans, “can we move this to somewhere more suitable than my front door?”
You removed his hands from Gackt’s waist band and swiftly walked to the master bedroom, not pausing or even glancing over his shoulder to see if Gackt was following because he knew, instinctively, that Gackt would. As he suspected, Gackt arrived in the bedroom only seconds after You did.
You sat on the edge of the bed but when Gackt motioned to join him, You held up a hand in a gesture that undeniably told Gackt not to. “I liked your striptease on the DVD, Gakkun. I think you should strip for me.”
Gackt smiled and then looked down at his bare chest with puzzlement. “I would but you’ve already taken my shirt off me.”
You joined Gackt in staring at his bare chest and then pointedly moved his eyes downwards. “You still have your pants, Gakkun.”
Gackt smiled. This was his speciality. As he ran his hands down the smooth skin of his chest, his skin almost prickling from the intense stare of You’s hooded eyes, he knew that no matter how much control You had over the night, Gackt could always wrestle some back simply by teasing.
And You was so easy to tease. All it took was for Gackt to slowly lick his full, kiss bruised lips as his hips swayed gently to an unheard rhythm and You was already sitting on his hands, his long violinist’s fingers no doubt itching to touch Gackt. Gackt’s fingers traced the outline of the button on his capri pants and he could see You’s eyes following every slight movement they made until finally, Gackt decided to pop the button open.
The zipper followed, the downward motion of Gackt’s hands so slow that You swore he could hear each individual tooth of the zipper coming apart as Gackt tortured and teased him but really, You had expected nothing less. Teasing was Gackt’s speciality after all and if You had ever doubted that, the evening watching the DVD had been all the evidence he needed to remind himself.
But really, You loved the teasing. Gackt was just so damn good at it.
With both the button and the zipper finally open, the slightly baggy capri pants were barely clinging to Gackt’s slim hips and You could clearly see the smooth contours of Gackt’s hip bones, just the perfect size and shape for You’s hands to hold them from behind as he had many times before. Gackt seemed to remember this too and he turned his back to You before slowly letting the pants drop from his hips, over the curve of his ass, and onto the tiled floor of the bedroom.
If You had had any doubt that Gackt had planned the entire night as one long exercise in teasing him, those doubts were removed by the knowledge that underneath those capri pants, Gackt hadn’t been wearing anything at all.
You jumped up from the bed and in a sudden blur of motion that took even Gackt by surprise, he was soon stood behind Gackt, his itchy fingers finally able to caress the skin that was on display before him. He kissed along the broad expanse of Gackt’s shoulders and didn’t need to be facing the singer to recognise that there was a very self satisfied smirk currently sitting on Gackt’s lips.
Gackt quickly turned around in You’s arms and kissed him, his lips moving against You’s in a way that was forceful but not demanding. He was still more than happy to let You lead. You manoeuvred them to the bed and Gackt soon found himself lying on his back with a fully clothed guitarist stretched out on top of him.
Despite his exhibitionist tendencies and comfort with being naked, Gackt still found being naked to be a slightly vulnerable state to be in and to have You still fully clothed, his body pressing his into the mattress as the slightly rough material of his clothes rubbed against Gackt’s bare skin, just made that vulnerability even more evident. It drove Gackt crazy.
“What should I do with you?” You asked.
The question was no doubt rhetorical and Gackt found that he had no answer anyway. You could do whatever he liked with him.
“Part of me thinks I should teach you a lesson,” You said, punctuating his words with a quick nip to Gackt’s collar bone that made Gackt yelp in surprised pain, “about how you shouldn’t tease me. But then, a part of me loves it when you do.”
“Hmm,” Gackt groaned, “I know you love it. That’s why I do it.”
You pinched one of Gackt’s nipples before quickly replacing his harsh fingers with his gentle lips. “I did have one thought, earlier.”
“Oh?” Gackt asked, his hands beginning to tug at You’s shirt because as much as he enjoyed the power shift of him being naked while You was clothed, he was really starting to feel the need to have You’s skin against his own. “What thought was that?”
You batted Gackt’s hands away and sat up just long enough to remove his shirt. He was soon lying back on top of Gackt and wasn’t surprised at all when Gackt scraped his blunt, manicured nails down his back. “It was a simple thought.”
“Tell me,” Gackt whined as he hooked his legs around You’s waist and used the leverage to pull You’s body closer to his so that they were hip to hip.
You took advantage of the new position and ground his hips against Gackt’s in a way that made the singer’s eyes roll back. “I wanted to fuck you through the floor.”
Gackt groaned. “That’s a good thought. Do that.”
You smirked. “I’m glad it meets with your approval but really, you’re not getting a choice in the matter tonight.”
“Even better,” Gackt purred. He tugged at the waistband of You’s jeans. “Don’t you need to loose these first?”
“You have hands, don’t you?” You asked.
The meaning of his words were clear to Gackt and Gackt made short work of You’s belt before almost ripping open the button fly on You’s jeans. You pushed his jeans off his hips himself but as soon as they had fallen past his hips, Gackt’s hot hands were in his boxer shorts and were stroking his hard cock in a way that made You’s breath catch in his throat.
“Stop it, Gakkun,” You asked.
Gackt merely grinned, ran his hands across You’s full length and twisted.
“What do I have to do to get you to keep your hands to yourself?” You asked. Gackt just continued grinning. “Do I need to tie you up?”
Gackt blinked but said nothing. You knew Gackt well enough to know that if Gackt didn’t want something, he’d loudly protest against it. But silence… silence was his way of agreeing without ever needing to say the words.
You pulled the leather belt from the jeans that were still bunched around his knees and looped it around Gackt’s wrists before tying the end of the belt in a loose knot around one of the bars at the head of the bed. The knot was barely holding and You knew that one quick pull from Gackt would see it unravel but when he saw the sparkle of anticipation and lust that shone in Gackt’s eyes, he also knew that Gackt had no intentions of getting free.
You sat back and admired his handiwork. Gackt’s arms were stretched above his head, his eyes were hazed, his hair was clinging to his forehead and his flushed chest was rising rapidly. You sat between Gackt’s spread legs and gently ran a finger along Gackt’s hard cock.
“You really are such a tease,” You said as he shuffled out of his jeans and quickly stripped off his boxer shorts, “I think I should tease you for awhile.”
Gackt cocked his head to one side. “You could tease me… or you could just start on fucking me through the floor. I liked the sound of that.”
You chuckled. “I thought you might. But as I’ve said before, it isn’t up to you is it?”
Gackt sighed and stretched his legs. “Well, whatever you’re going to do, please do it quickly!”
You grinned wickedly and scratched his fingers down Gackt’s smooth calves. The skin was so silky beneath his fingers and You allowed his hands to travel higher and higher, past Gackt’s knees and over his powerful thighs. Gackt shifted restlessly on the bed, hoping to encourage You’s hands to touch the place that he needed the touch the most but You ignored the request and instead placed a chaste kiss on Gackt’s thighs.
Gackt groaned in frustration.
“Stop complaining Gakkun or I’ll put your mouth to better use.”
Gackt stared at You. “Okay.”
You shook his head. Gackt always was full of surprises. You moved towards the head of bed and sat astride Gackt’s chest with his knees positioned by Gackt’s armpits. He leaned forward and knew he had the right position when he felt Gackt’s hot and warm tongue sweep over the head of his cock. You bit back the groan that threatened to escape as he refused to let Gackt play him that easily or quickly and slipped a hand beneath Gackt’s head, his fingers becoming lost in the thick, satiny strands of Gackt’s hair.
Gackt opened his mouth and was rewarded by the feel of You’s cock slowly slipping inside. Thanks to the added support of You’s hand beneath his head and the helpful motion of You’s hips, he was able to quickly establish a rhythm with little effort other than the occasional lick here, nibble there and well timed sweep of his tongue.
You didn’t even try to suppress the moan that escaped as his length continued to slide oh so easily into Gackt’s warm and welcoming mouth. Gackt always knew exactly the right amount of pressure to use and all of the right places in which to use it. You had always thought it was a shame that Gackt wasn’t willing to do this more often for him, especially when Gackt started humming, the vibrations travelling up You’s cock as he heard a familiar tune…
“Are you humming ‘Uncontrol’”? You gasped.
Gackt simply smirked around his mouthful and launched into the chorus line.
“Okay… okay…” You said as he reluctantly withdrew from Gackt’s delightful mouth, leaving behind an undeniable pout. “No more of that.”
“Are we moving onto the fucking me through the floor bit now?” Gackt asked hopefully.
You shook his head. “Why do I feel like I’ve completely lost control of this situation…”
Gackt chuckled. “Hey, I’m tied up and on my back. You have all of the power here.”
You wrapped his hand around Gackt’s arousal and pumped, prompting Gackt to utter the most musical and wonderful moan and to spread his legs even further. You smiled broadly. Oh yes, he had the power and was still in charge and he’d make sure Gackt remembered that.
While Gackt’s attention was stolen by the slow and steady but experienced and knowing hand that continued to play with his cock, You quickly found the tube of lube that was hidden amongst the bed clothes from their session that morning and quickly coated his fingers.
The look of surprise and unrestrained lust that crossed Gackt’s pretty face as You’s finger inched inside him was, You thought, reward enough for dealing with Gackt’s demanding madness. That open and undisguised look of longing that was etched onto Gackt’s face would one day, You was sure, be enough to make him cum all on its own, especially as You knew he was the only who’d ever been able to make Gackt relax and let go this much.
“How does that feel, Gakkun?” You asked softly. “Do you want more?”
Gackt nodded. He didn’t trust his voice enough to speak.
A second finger slipped inside and You relished in the feel of Gackt around his fingers, how his body initially resisted but then welcomed him and his mind couldn’t help but wander to memories of how it felt to bury himself inside until his hips were flush against Gackt’s body. Suddenly, You couldn’t wait anymore.
Gackt exclaimed in surprise when the fingers quickly left him and instead gripped his hips as You flipped him onto his stomach, taking a little care to ensure that Gackt’s arms were still comfortable in their weak bonds as Gackt moved. Gackt was very roughly pulled onto his knees and Gackt quietly smirked to himself as he felt You move into position behind him.
“Now is it time to fuck me through the floor?”
You lightly smacked Gackt’s smooth ass and felt a strong sense of satisfaction at the pink tint left behind on Gackt’s skin. “Yes, Gakkun. We’ll get what we both want now.”
“Good,” Gackt said, “I was getting tired of waiting.”
“I could tell,” You smirked. “You were getting pretty insist that I fuck you soon.”
“Yes, well….”
Any further comment Gackt had was stolen by the familiar but strange sensation of You slowly pushing inside. Gackt groaned lowly, the sound escaping as naturally as a breath and he could feel You’s fingers painfully pressing into the skin of his hips as You battled his body’s urge to simply bury himself inside. Gackt was grateful for You’s self control as despite his insistence and need for You, there was still a slight sting as You moved inside him.
When Gackt groaned again and gently pressed his hips back, You knew that any initial discomfort Gackt may have felt had disappeared. You didn’t waste a second and forcefully thrust into Gackt in a way that he’d wanted to do all night.
It was hard and fast and You knew that he would be leaving bruises on Gackt’s hips from how tightly he was gripping him, but how could it be anything less? Gackt had teased and teased and teased for hours and now that You finally had his hands on him he couldn’t hold back.
The steady procession of groans from Gackt signalled that Gackt didn’t want him to hold back either.
Gackt stretched his back and pushed his hips back further as his shoulders began to ache due to the position of his hands above his head. He didn’t mind the ache though, any more than he minded the bruising pressure on his hips or the slight sting of You’s earlier slap to his ass.
This is what he liked, what he wanted and what he needed. Gackt loved that tomorrow, when he was sat in that boring meeting with his boring managers discussing boring schedules, he’d be doing so with an ache in his shoulders and bruises on his hips. He loved that in the morning, when You saw the bruises, he’d revert back to his usual mother hen routine and would flock around Gackt as if he was a priceless glass statue that had been cracked.
But as You thrust into him again at the perfect angle to make Gackt scream, tonight, damage control was the last thought on You’s mind.
You took Gackt’s cock in hand and stroked it in time with his thrusts. He wouldn’t last much longer… he couldn’t. Not when Gackt had kept him on edge all night and felt so perfect and tight around his cock and was meeting every thrust with an enthusiastic snap of his hips.
It was Gackt who succumbed first, the joint pleasures of You hitting his prostrate and playing his cock expertly mixed with the pain he felt in his hips and shoulders and sent him over the edge, his loud and deep growl echoing off the walls of the too large bedroom. He collapsed onto the pillow beneath him but You’s grip on his hips merely tightened and kept him on his knees until You also found his release shortly after.
You gently lowered Gackt’s hips to the mattress below and lay beside him, covering Gackt’s face in tired kisses as they both waited for their breathing to return to normal and their heart rates to slow down. Gackt whined unhappily when You withdrew from him but soon quietened when You released his hands from the belt that bound them together and snuggled up next to him, his head pillowed on Gackt’s chest and arms loosely draped over Gackt’s stomach.
“Well, damn,” Gackt said, his voice still a little breathless, “I should tease you like this more often.”
You sighed in contentment as Gackt ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe you should.”
“We’ve already arranged to take YFC on tour,” Gackt said, “so I think I should strip every night. I can tease the fangirls a little and more importantly,” he said, dropping a little kiss onto You’s forehead, “I can tease you and get well and truly fucked every night.”
“I don’t think I have it in me to do that every night,” You chuckled.
“Shame,” Gackt said, “I think I could probably manage it.”
“I have no doubt you could,” You said before yawning. “I think I tired myself out.”
Gackt laughed but his laughter soon turned into a yawn also. “I think you tired me out too.”
“Goodnight Gakkun,” You said softly before placing a kiss upon Gackt’s chest.
Gackt ruffled You’s hair affectionately and kissed the top of his head. “Goodnight You…”
You felt his eyes close and was just drifting off to sleep when Gackt’s voice broke the silence. “Do you think you could manage every other night?”
You laughed but didn’t open his eyes. “Go to sleep, Gakkun.”
~owari
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! Finished! And on time... nearly... It's still December 31st in the US at the time of posting right?
Title - Uncontrol
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 4,752 (yikes!)
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha, Jun-ji, Chirolyn
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - viewing the YFC Otoko Matsuri DVD gets You a little hot under the collar
Notes - I didn't intend for this to be the story for the last day, but because I FAIL at writing smut, it's taken pretty much the entire month to write it.
The problem with playing guitar for Gackt, You thought, was that he usually missed the finer points of Gackt’s live performances.
When he played guitar, head down and eyes focused on the strings, his fingers dancing across them as he tried to keep up with Chacha and a drummer who did that usual drummer trick of getting faster every night, it left no room to watch his singer. Even if he was able to lift his head and take in his surroundings, the rule he had to abide by was “eyes front and look at the Dears”.
It was very frustrating.
It was also the reason why You considered the DVD viewing parties that Gackt arranged whenever a live DVD was finished to be the highlight of his job. Whereas everyone else would critique their own performance (and Gackt would critique everything from the other members of the band to the lights to how wide the smiles were of the fans in the front row) You couldn’t bare to watch himself. His eyes would be firmly fixed on Gackt so that he could see all of those little movements he’d missed during the show.
You thought that, after all of these years and live DVDs, he’d know better than to stare at Gackt’s performances. He considered himself to be a calm and controlled man normally but there had always been something about Gackt and his strange mix of beauty and strength, the contrast never more evident than when he was on stage, that threw his self control out of the window.
This time, it was that smirk and those bedroom eyes Gackt flashed at the camera as he shimmied his way out of his tie.
Oh, You had missed that when they were on stage. Of course, he’d known about the strip tease, he’d even teased Gackt mercilessly when he’d spent three hours on the afternoon of the show practising it in front of a mirror, but he hadn’t seen it.
And with Gackt, seeing was everything.
You shifted in his seat slightly as all of the blood, sense and mental functions he possessed seemed to rush to his crotch as the DVD showed Gackt’s shirt flying into the audience. You had shared that stage, he’d been stood merely inches away from Gackt and over the years he had kissed, licked and bitten every bit of skin on view (and most of what wasn’t on view) but as he sat in front of Gackt’s too big TV screen with Jun-ji’s elbow in his ribs and a slightly drunk Chacha giggling in his ear, it was as if he’d never seen him before. There was something unreal, something dangerous about seeing his lover teasing an all male audience in the way that he was.
He wanted nothing more than to throw Gackt to the floor and fuck him through the heated flooring.
“Are you okay, You-kun?”
You turned to look at the source of the voice and the knowing glint in Gackt’s eyes and the smirk, that same self confident “fuck me now” smirk that had been on his lips only moments before on the DVD was present again. Gackt’s eyes pointedly travelled down until they came to rest upon You’s denim covered crotch and You knew that his reaction had been noted by those eyes that always saw too much of him.
He also knew that held within those eyes was the promise that when the DVD was over, Gackt was willing to do something about it.
“I’m fine. I’m just enjoying the show,” You replied.
“Hmm,” Gackt said with more than a hint of amusement in his voice, “I can see that.”
The rest of the DVD passed in a blur. Chacha moved from being slightly drunk to jumping on the table, Jun-ji’s elbow dug into his ribs more and more as the drummer tried to claim the entire sofa for himself, Chirolyn ate all of the snacks and Gackt… Gackt kept staring at him with this amused grin on his face.
By the time the DVD finished and the credits rolled, You felt like he was going to explode. An hour of seeing his lover on screen, shirtless and sweaty with the powerful stage lights glistening off his toned muscle and flawless skin as an all male crowd screamed at his every movement had been the slowest, most torturous foreplay Gackt had ever subjected him to. And he had no doubt that this entire evening, from the seating arrangements (nobody ever wanted to sit next to Jun-ji and his ever extending limbs but Gackt had given him no choice) to the choice of wine (the last time he’d drank that particular vintage had been from Gackt’s mouth) to the snacks on offer (who offers strawberries and cream at a viewing party?!) had been meticulously planned by his evil, yet oh so fucking fantastic lover.
You had always been calm and controlled. But when Gackt pushed him to his limits, really pushed him, he burnt brighter and more fiercely than even Gackt could comprehend.
“Out. Everyone, out.”
Several pairs of eyes fell on You but only Jun-ji answered him. “Why? The night is still young and Gackt’s wine cellar is still full.”
Gackt, usually always the perfect host unless something better was on offer, stood and walked to the front door before opening it and resting casually against the door frame. “I think what You is trying to say is that he wants to fuck me now.”
Gackt glanced over at his lover to make sure that he’d read his intentions right (wouldn’t that have been embarrassing if he was wrong…) and could almost feel his skin burning from the fierce fire flickering in You’s usually calm eyes. “And if you don’t leave quickly, you’re going to have a front row seat while he does it.”
Despite the warning it was You who got to his feet first. He strode purposely over to Gackt and grabbed his hips, roughly pulling their bodies together as he pressed his lips to Gackt’s. The kiss wasn’t meant to tease or to be loving, it was meant to dominate and devour and Gackt felt his knees weaken as You’s tongue caressed every crevice of his mouth.
“Ugh, leaving!” Jun-ji announced as he climbed off the couch backwards, barely avoiding a still bouncing Chacha. “I really don’t need to see this again… C’mon Cha.”
“I wanna stay! I wanna watch!” Chacha whined with a pout and a stomp of his foot that nearly knocked him off balance.
You pulled his lips away from Gackt’s and instead started attacking his neck, his attention focused on that little patch of skin beneath Gackt’s jawline that always resulted in the singer making the most delicious purrs. “No watching,” kiss “I’m not…” lick “..sharing…” bite “this sight with anyone.”
“Hmm… You-kun… I love it when you get possessive,” Gackt purred
“Yeah, c’mon Cha,” Chirolyn said as he grabbed the guitarist by the scruff of his neck, “I think we saw half of it on the DVD.”
It took five minutes for Gackt and You to realise that they were now alone and still stood by Gackt’s still open front door, their minds too pre-occupied by wandering hands and scorching tongues. It was Gackt who realised first and he shut the door with a well placed kick from his heel, the door slamming shut with a force and vigour that any other day would have had him squealing about possible chipped varnish and warped wood.
But when You pushed him against the door, the impact of wood on his back and hot guitarist on his front squeezing the breath from his body, he found it hard to care about the paintwork.
Gackt tried to arch his back from the door, eager to gain both some sense of dominance in what was turning out to be a one sided kiss and also to press his growing arousal against any part of You he could find. You, however, cut off Gackt’s attempts with a strength that he only displayed when he was grappling with Gackt and used the other man’s movements against him as he sneakily slipped a denim clad thigh between Gackt’s long legs.
“Nuh-huh, not tonight Gakkun,” You gasped between kisses. “You’ve done everything you can tonight to drive me insane without allowing me to touch you and now that I can, you think that I’ll let you have a say in how this is going to go?!”
Gackt could only moan in response as both the fire in You’s words and the teasing pressure of You’s thigh rubbing against his quickly hardening cock had stolen his voice. He both hated and loved the fact that You could so easily steal his eloquence from him.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” You asked, his hands roughly grabbing hold of the hem of Gackt’s shirt before pulling it off him in one fluid motion. “You wanted me to own you tonight because as much as you love being in control, you love it even more when that control is taken from you, don’t you?”
You’s hands, cold from holding the cans of beer he’d switched to after the wine, were running down Gackt’s sides as You began to attack his neck again. It took a few moments but Gackt was finally able to find the words to reply. “Only when it’s you.”
You smiled then. It was a sweet, loving smile, one that was reserved only for Gackt and their private moments together but Gackt was pleased to see that the fire was still burning in You’s eyes. You was right. Despite his control freak tendencies and his constant need to be stronger and more dominant than every other man, submitting to You always drove him insane.
But, Gackt supposed, it wasn’t his submission that was making his cock throb under the slow but forceful pressure of You’s thigh, it was more You’s dominance and his burning desire for him.
It was knowing that he was the only person who could turn You’s usual calm ocean into a terrifying storm that raged even more fiercely than his. It was being able to make You, the man who usually treated him as if he was the most precious thing in the world, lose control so badly that the finger marks, bite marks and aches in Gackt’s body would still be present three days later.
Simply knowing how much You wanted him and wanted to own him was the biggest aphrodisiac that Gackt knew of.
You’s hands moved around to Gackt’s waist and made quick work of the belt that held up Gackt’s capri pants, the metal buckle making a loud and satisfying sound when You dropped it to the floor.
“You-kun,” Gackt said between soft moans, “can we move this to somewhere more suitable than my front door?”
You removed his hands from Gackt’s waist band and swiftly walked to the master bedroom, not pausing or even glancing over his shoulder to see if Gackt was following because he knew, instinctively, that Gackt would. As he suspected, Gackt arrived in the bedroom only seconds after You did.
You sat on the edge of the bed but when Gackt motioned to join him, You held up a hand in a gesture that undeniably told Gackt not to. “I liked your striptease on the DVD, Gakkun. I think you should strip for me.”
Gackt smiled and then looked down at his bare chest with puzzlement. “I would but you’ve already taken my shirt off me.”
You joined Gackt in staring at his bare chest and then pointedly moved his eyes downwards. “You still have your pants, Gakkun.”
Gackt smiled. This was his speciality. As he ran his hands down the smooth skin of his chest, his skin almost prickling from the intense stare of You’s hooded eyes, he knew that no matter how much control You had over the night, Gackt could always wrestle some back simply by teasing.
And You was so easy to tease. All it took was for Gackt to slowly lick his full, kiss bruised lips as his hips swayed gently to an unheard rhythm and You was already sitting on his hands, his long violinist’s fingers no doubt itching to touch Gackt. Gackt’s fingers traced the outline of the button on his capri pants and he could see You’s eyes following every slight movement they made until finally, Gackt decided to pop the button open.
The zipper followed, the downward motion of Gackt’s hands so slow that You swore he could hear each individual tooth of the zipper coming apart as Gackt tortured and teased him but really, You had expected nothing less. Teasing was Gackt’s speciality after all and if You had ever doubted that, the evening watching the DVD had been all the evidence he needed to remind himself.
But really, You loved the teasing. Gackt was just so damn good at it.
With both the button and the zipper finally open, the slightly baggy capri pants were barely clinging to Gackt’s slim hips and You could clearly see the smooth contours of Gackt’s hip bones, just the perfect size and shape for You’s hands to hold them from behind as he had many times before. Gackt seemed to remember this too and he turned his back to You before slowly letting the pants drop from his hips, over the curve of his ass, and onto the tiled floor of the bedroom.
If You had had any doubt that Gackt had planned the entire night as one long exercise in teasing him, those doubts were removed by the knowledge that underneath those capri pants, Gackt hadn’t been wearing anything at all.
You jumped up from the bed and in a sudden blur of motion that took even Gackt by surprise, he was soon stood behind Gackt, his itchy fingers finally able to caress the skin that was on display before him. He kissed along the broad expanse of Gackt’s shoulders and didn’t need to be facing the singer to recognise that there was a very self satisfied smirk currently sitting on Gackt’s lips.
Gackt quickly turned around in You’s arms and kissed him, his lips moving against You’s in a way that was forceful but not demanding. He was still more than happy to let You lead. You manoeuvred them to the bed and Gackt soon found himself lying on his back with a fully clothed guitarist stretched out on top of him.
Despite his exhibitionist tendencies and comfort with being naked, Gackt still found being naked to be a slightly vulnerable state to be in and to have You still fully clothed, his body pressing his into the mattress as the slightly rough material of his clothes rubbed against Gackt’s bare skin, just made that vulnerability even more evident. It drove Gackt crazy.
“What should I do with you?” You asked.
The question was no doubt rhetorical and Gackt found that he had no answer anyway. You could do whatever he liked with him.
“Part of me thinks I should teach you a lesson,” You said, punctuating his words with a quick nip to Gackt’s collar bone that made Gackt yelp in surprised pain, “about how you shouldn’t tease me. But then, a part of me loves it when you do.”
“Hmm,” Gackt groaned, “I know you love it. That’s why I do it.”
You pinched one of Gackt’s nipples before quickly replacing his harsh fingers with his gentle lips. “I did have one thought, earlier.”
“Oh?” Gackt asked, his hands beginning to tug at You’s shirt because as much as he enjoyed the power shift of him being naked while You was clothed, he was really starting to feel the need to have You’s skin against his own. “What thought was that?”
You batted Gackt’s hands away and sat up just long enough to remove his shirt. He was soon lying back on top of Gackt and wasn’t surprised at all when Gackt scraped his blunt, manicured nails down his back. “It was a simple thought.”
“Tell me,” Gackt whined as he hooked his legs around You’s waist and used the leverage to pull You’s body closer to his so that they were hip to hip.
You took advantage of the new position and ground his hips against Gackt’s in a way that made the singer’s eyes roll back. “I wanted to fuck you through the floor.”
Gackt groaned. “That’s a good thought. Do that.”
You smirked. “I’m glad it meets with your approval but really, you’re not getting a choice in the matter tonight.”
“Even better,” Gackt purred. He tugged at the waistband of You’s jeans. “Don’t you need to loose these first?”
“You have hands, don’t you?” You asked.
The meaning of his words were clear to Gackt and Gackt made short work of You’s belt before almost ripping open the button fly on You’s jeans. You pushed his jeans off his hips himself but as soon as they had fallen past his hips, Gackt’s hot hands were in his boxer shorts and were stroking his hard cock in a way that made You’s breath catch in his throat.
“Stop it, Gakkun,” You asked.
Gackt merely grinned, ran his hands across You’s full length and twisted.
“What do I have to do to get you to keep your hands to yourself?” You asked. Gackt just continued grinning. “Do I need to tie you up?”
Gackt blinked but said nothing. You knew Gackt well enough to know that if Gackt didn’t want something, he’d loudly protest against it. But silence… silence was his way of agreeing without ever needing to say the words.
You pulled the leather belt from the jeans that were still bunched around his knees and looped it around Gackt’s wrists before tying the end of the belt in a loose knot around one of the bars at the head of the bed. The knot was barely holding and You knew that one quick pull from Gackt would see it unravel but when he saw the sparkle of anticipation and lust that shone in Gackt’s eyes, he also knew that Gackt had no intentions of getting free.
You sat back and admired his handiwork. Gackt’s arms were stretched above his head, his eyes were hazed, his hair was clinging to his forehead and his flushed chest was rising rapidly. You sat between Gackt’s spread legs and gently ran a finger along Gackt’s hard cock.
“You really are such a tease,” You said as he shuffled out of his jeans and quickly stripped off his boxer shorts, “I think I should tease you for awhile.”
Gackt cocked his head to one side. “You could tease me… or you could just start on fucking me through the floor. I liked the sound of that.”
You chuckled. “I thought you might. But as I’ve said before, it isn’t up to you is it?”
Gackt sighed and stretched his legs. “Well, whatever you’re going to do, please do it quickly!”
You grinned wickedly and scratched his fingers down Gackt’s smooth calves. The skin was so silky beneath his fingers and You allowed his hands to travel higher and higher, past Gackt’s knees and over his powerful thighs. Gackt shifted restlessly on the bed, hoping to encourage You’s hands to touch the place that he needed the touch the most but You ignored the request and instead placed a chaste kiss on Gackt’s thighs.
Gackt groaned in frustration.
“Stop complaining Gakkun or I’ll put your mouth to better use.”
Gackt stared at You. “Okay.”
You shook his head. Gackt always was full of surprises. You moved towards the head of bed and sat astride Gackt’s chest with his knees positioned by Gackt’s armpits. He leaned forward and knew he had the right position when he felt Gackt’s hot and warm tongue sweep over the head of his cock. You bit back the groan that threatened to escape as he refused to let Gackt play him that easily or quickly and slipped a hand beneath Gackt’s head, his fingers becoming lost in the thick, satiny strands of Gackt’s hair.
Gackt opened his mouth and was rewarded by the feel of You’s cock slowly slipping inside. Thanks to the added support of You’s hand beneath his head and the helpful motion of You’s hips, he was able to quickly establish a rhythm with little effort other than the occasional lick here, nibble there and well timed sweep of his tongue.
You didn’t even try to suppress the moan that escaped as his length continued to slide oh so easily into Gackt’s warm and welcoming mouth. Gackt always knew exactly the right amount of pressure to use and all of the right places in which to use it. You had always thought it was a shame that Gackt wasn’t willing to do this more often for him, especially when Gackt started humming, the vibrations travelling up You’s cock as he heard a familiar tune…
“Are you humming ‘Uncontrol’”? You gasped.
Gackt simply smirked around his mouthful and launched into the chorus line.
“Okay… okay…” You said as he reluctantly withdrew from Gackt’s delightful mouth, leaving behind an undeniable pout. “No more of that.”
“Are we moving onto the fucking me through the floor bit now?” Gackt asked hopefully.
You shook his head. “Why do I feel like I’ve completely lost control of this situation…”
Gackt chuckled. “Hey, I’m tied up and on my back. You have all of the power here.”
You wrapped his hand around Gackt’s arousal and pumped, prompting Gackt to utter the most musical and wonderful moan and to spread his legs even further. You smiled broadly. Oh yes, he had the power and was still in charge and he’d make sure Gackt remembered that.
While Gackt’s attention was stolen by the slow and steady but experienced and knowing hand that continued to play with his cock, You quickly found the tube of lube that was hidden amongst the bed clothes from their session that morning and quickly coated his fingers.
The look of surprise and unrestrained lust that crossed Gackt’s pretty face as You’s finger inched inside him was, You thought, reward enough for dealing with Gackt’s demanding madness. That open and undisguised look of longing that was etched onto Gackt’s face would one day, You was sure, be enough to make him cum all on its own, especially as You knew he was the only who’d ever been able to make Gackt relax and let go this much.
“How does that feel, Gakkun?” You asked softly. “Do you want more?”
Gackt nodded. He didn’t trust his voice enough to speak.
A second finger slipped inside and You relished in the feel of Gackt around his fingers, how his body initially resisted but then welcomed him and his mind couldn’t help but wander to memories of how it felt to bury himself inside until his hips were flush against Gackt’s body. Suddenly, You couldn’t wait anymore.
Gackt exclaimed in surprise when the fingers quickly left him and instead gripped his hips as You flipped him onto his stomach, taking a little care to ensure that Gackt’s arms were still comfortable in their weak bonds as Gackt moved. Gackt was very roughly pulled onto his knees and Gackt quietly smirked to himself as he felt You move into position behind him.
“Now is it time to fuck me through the floor?”
You lightly smacked Gackt’s smooth ass and felt a strong sense of satisfaction at the pink tint left behind on Gackt’s skin. “Yes, Gakkun. We’ll get what we both want now.”
“Good,” Gackt said, “I was getting tired of waiting.”
“I could tell,” You smirked. “You were getting pretty insist that I fuck you soon.”
“Yes, well….”
Any further comment Gackt had was stolen by the familiar but strange sensation of You slowly pushing inside. Gackt groaned lowly, the sound escaping as naturally as a breath and he could feel You’s fingers painfully pressing into the skin of his hips as You battled his body’s urge to simply bury himself inside. Gackt was grateful for You’s self control as despite his insistence and need for You, there was still a slight sting as You moved inside him.
When Gackt groaned again and gently pressed his hips back, You knew that any initial discomfort Gackt may have felt had disappeared. You didn’t waste a second and forcefully thrust into Gackt in a way that he’d wanted to do all night.
It was hard and fast and You knew that he would be leaving bruises on Gackt’s hips from how tightly he was gripping him, but how could it be anything less? Gackt had teased and teased and teased for hours and now that You finally had his hands on him he couldn’t hold back.
The steady procession of groans from Gackt signalled that Gackt didn’t want him to hold back either.
Gackt stretched his back and pushed his hips back further as his shoulders began to ache due to the position of his hands above his head. He didn’t mind the ache though, any more than he minded the bruising pressure on his hips or the slight sting of You’s earlier slap to his ass.
This is what he liked, what he wanted and what he needed. Gackt loved that tomorrow, when he was sat in that boring meeting with his boring managers discussing boring schedules, he’d be doing so with an ache in his shoulders and bruises on his hips. He loved that in the morning, when You saw the bruises, he’d revert back to his usual mother hen routine and would flock around Gackt as if he was a priceless glass statue that had been cracked.
But as You thrust into him again at the perfect angle to make Gackt scream, tonight, damage control was the last thought on You’s mind.
You took Gackt’s cock in hand and stroked it in time with his thrusts. He wouldn’t last much longer… he couldn’t. Not when Gackt had kept him on edge all night and felt so perfect and tight around his cock and was meeting every thrust with an enthusiastic snap of his hips.
It was Gackt who succumbed first, the joint pleasures of You hitting his prostrate and playing his cock expertly mixed with the pain he felt in his hips and shoulders and sent him over the edge, his loud and deep growl echoing off the walls of the too large bedroom. He collapsed onto the pillow beneath him but You’s grip on his hips merely tightened and kept him on his knees until You also found his release shortly after.
You gently lowered Gackt’s hips to the mattress below and lay beside him, covering Gackt’s face in tired kisses as they both waited for their breathing to return to normal and their heart rates to slow down. Gackt whined unhappily when You withdrew from him but soon quietened when You released his hands from the belt that bound them together and snuggled up next to him, his head pillowed on Gackt’s chest and arms loosely draped over Gackt’s stomach.
“Well, damn,” Gackt said, his voice still a little breathless, “I should tease you like this more often.”
You sighed in contentment as Gackt ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe you should.”
“We’ve already arranged to take YFC on tour,” Gackt said, “so I think I should strip every night. I can tease the fangirls a little and more importantly,” he said, dropping a little kiss onto You’s forehead, “I can tease you and get well and truly fucked every night.”
“I don’t think I have it in me to do that every night,” You chuckled.
“Shame,” Gackt said, “I think I could probably manage it.”
“I have no doubt you could,” You said before yawning. “I think I tired myself out.”
Gackt laughed but his laughter soon turned into a yawn also. “I think you tired me out too.”
“Goodnight Gakkun,” You said softly before placing a kiss upon Gackt’s chest.
Gackt ruffled You’s hair affectionately and kissed the top of his head. “Goodnight You…”
You felt his eyes close and was just drifting off to sleep when Gackt’s voice broke the silence. “Do you think you could manage every other night?”
You laughed but didn’t open his eyes. “Go to sleep, Gakkun.”
~owari
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! Finished! And on time... nearly... It's still December 31st in the US at the time of posting right?