Sparkles?
Title - Sparkles?
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (swearing, m/m, slightly dumb!Gackt)
Word Count - 1,876
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - so, what was the real story behind that eye patch?
Notes - beware of the crack
You’s first thought when he heard the phone ringing was that it was rude of the caller to be interrupting the award winning blow job he was currently receiving from Gackt.
The singer was on his knees before him, a rare occurrence in itself, and had taken to his task with unusual joy and determination. His lips were currently firmly attached to the head of You’s cock and his cheeks hollow with the force of his suction which made his finely angled cheekbones stand out more than any expensive blusher could ever manage. His tongue was dancing around You’s slit trying to coax out more pre-come and You could feel his brain turning into a puddle of illiterate mush with every sweep of Gackt’s tongue.
You’s second thought when he heard the phone ringing was that the caller could go to hell if they thought Gackt would answer.
He tightened his grip in Gackt’s loose, silky hair and pushed Gackt’s head forward a little, signalling that he wanted to be deeper inside that oh so talented mouth. Gackt took the hint and after firmly planting his hands on You’s hips to control their movement with a grip that was bound to bruise tomorrow, he allowed You to slip further inside.
You’s third thought when he heard the phone ringing was that the ringtone meant it was one of Gackt’s managers calling him and was probably important.
Gackt seemed to realise this too as his right hand left You’s hip. You opened his eyes and although Gackt still had that fierce look of concentration on his face as he continued working You’s cock, his full pink lips slightly swollen and wet as they moved along You’s length, his right hand was scrambling around on the table next to him to try and find the ringing phone.
You’s fourth thought was that he was really fucking close and if Gackt carried on doing that with his tongue then he’d come before Gackt could answer the phone and it would all work out nicely.
After another couple of head bobs You could feel that tell tale tightening in his stomach reaching his peak. A few more seconds…
“Ugh, Gakkun… I’m gonna…”
But Gackt didn’t hear him. As You spoke, Gackt was releasing his cock from the heat of his mouth and leaning back on his heels to pick up the still ringing phone.
The lack of stimulation didn’t matter to You though. He was already too far gone to stop and his world exploded in visions of plush lips, fierce cheekbones and startling blue eyes. The strength left his body and he flopped bonelessly into the chair behind him. The phone continued to ring but it didn’t penetrate the happy little bubble he was riding in.
No, it was Gackt’s ear piercing scream that forced him to sit up and open his eyes.
“AGH, FUCK!”
Gackt was still knelt before him but he was doubled over, his forehead nearly touching the floor as he held his head in both hands, the now silent phone lying at his knees. You wondered if Gackt had been struck by one of his rare, but debilitating migraines.
“Are you okay babe? Do you want me to get your migraine tablets?”
“YOU CAME IN MY FUCKING EYE!”
“I…er, what?”
“I have your come in my eye, You. Your come. That’s disgusting.”
You patted Gackt’s shoulder but was quickly shaken off. “Well… How did that happen?”
Gackt sat up but didn’t remove his hands from their position covering his right eye. His left eye glared at You with evil intentions and You was amazed at how scary Gackt’s stare could be even if it was just with one eye. “I leaned back to answer the phone and your cock decided I was a threat and shot me.”
“Well….” You began, his usual eloquence long since disappeared due to a mind blowing orgasm and the craziness of the situation, “maybe you shouldn’t have leaned back.”
“Don’t you dare blame me for this! This is completely the fault of your cock.”
You wanted to point out that his cock had only been reacting to the amazing blow job that Gackt had been giving him but decided to bite his tongue. Gackt sounded decidedly pissed and antagonising him further probably wasn’t the best plan if he ever wanted a repeat performance.
“Let me have a look at your eye.”
“It hurts….”
“I know babe,” You said softly as his hands reached for Gackt’s shoulders again. He took it as an encouraging sign that this time at least, Gackt allowed the contact. “But let me see.”
Gackt removed his hands and You wished he had his camera to hand. Gackt’s eye had watered and was red from where he had rubbed it but that wasn’t what grabbed You’s attention. It had always been a deep, dark fantasy of You’s to see Gackt’s pretty face covered in his come. He’d never dream of voicing the fantasy to Gackt, not because he thought Gackt would find it disgusting and refuse to do it but because he knew Gackt would refuse to have anything other than the most expensive make up and lotions on his face. You was pretty sure that his come wasn’t on that very short list of things that Gackt would allow to touch his precious skin just in case it caused blotches, spots or anything else Gackt lived in mortal fear of.
Seeing his come clinging to those thick black eyelashes and porcelain skin was a sight that You very firmly committed into the “images that can make me horny in two seconds” folder in his mind for later use.
“It doesn’t look that bad,” You said (although he really wanted to say that it looked freaking hot and Gackt should look like that all the time), “but you should rinse your eye out.”
You helped Gackt to his feet and to the bathroom, pointedly ignoring Gackt’s constant whines and his own impulse to lean down and lick the come from Gackt’s cheek before it dried completely. He watched in silence as Gackt rinsed his eye and face and hoped that would make things better for his lover.
“Ugh, I need to get my contact lens out. I think I have come on it,” Gackt said with a strong tone of disgust in his voice.
You stepped forward. “Let me take it out for you. It’s the least I can do right?”
Gackt glared at him again but made no comment. He merely nodded in agreement and leaned against the sink, his head tilted to the side to give You better access to his injured eye. You had no fear of removing contact lenses as he removed his own enough times and usually had the job of removing Gackt’s when the singer was too tired or unconscious after a live to do it himself.
But this time, his hand slipped.
“DAMMIT, YOU! YOU POKED ME IN MY FUCKING EYE!”
“I’m sorry…”
“Fuck! Next time you decide to try and poke my eye out, at least get your damn nails cut first!”
You threw the dirty contact lens in the trash and tried to comfort Gackt but he simply threw off his efforts with an even more murderous glare and more complaints of how You was trying to blind him as he continued to grip his eye as tightly as he could manage.
“But you like my nails a little longer. You like it when I drag them down your back…”
“Shut the fuck up. Agh. Dammit!”
You sighed. “Let me have a look…”
“Fuck no! I’m not letting you anywhere near my eye.”
“I only want to look. I’m not going to touch you at all. I’ll keep my hands behind my back,” You said as he made a great show of placing his hands behind him.
Gackt dropped his hands to his sides but stayed leaning against the sink as he wanted to keep as much space between himself and You as possible. Damn that phone that had stopped ringing as soon as he got a hand to it and damn You’s cock. Scenarios like this were one of a million reasons why he was so much happier as the one being sucked. Maybe it was the universe’s way of saying “Gackt, you shouldn’t be on your knees sucking cock. It’s beneath you. Don’t do it again.”
You took one look at his face and grimaced.
Gackt panicked. “What? What is it? My eye is still there right?”
“You… what? Of course your eye is still there! It still hurts doesn’t it?”
“Tell me what’s wrong then!”
You sighed. “I think you should look in the mirror.”
Gackt turned around to face the mirror behind him and shrieked. Loudly. His right eye was a sea of red veins surrounding the brown and his eyelid had begun to swell.
“Great. Fucking amazing! Three hours before a televised live and my eye is all swollen and bloodshot. Thanks You.”
“Well… it is the side that your hair covers…”
“My hair doesn’t cover that much! Look at my eye! It looks as ugly as one of Chirolyn’s dates. What am I going to do now?!
You delved through his brain for a solution, something, anything that could stop the full bitch fit and temper tantrum that he could see brewing in his lover’s eyes… er, eye. Cancelling the show was out of the question. A mask wouldn’t work… But how about…
“An eye patch!”
Gackt glared at him. “What?”
“You could wear an eye patch. They’re sexy.”
Gackt stayed silent for a moment as he pondered You’s solution. “I like eye patches.”
“I know,” You answered. “You look bad ass in an eye patch.”
“I like looking like a bad ass.”
“I know. Hey, you still have that sparkly one at home with the jewels attached to it. You could wear that.”
“Sparkles?” Gackt asked, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.
“Sparkles,” You confirmed.
“I like sparkles,” Gackt said
“I know,” You answered. “You can look like a bad ass and have sparkles.”
“It won’t look odd for me to wear an eye patch at a swimsuit live?”
You smiled. “Babe, we’re wearing Hawaiian shirts. Nothing will look odd next to them.”
Gackt pondered this thought for a while and quickly conjured the various components of his stage outfit to see if he could pull off an eye patch. “I think it’ll work.. And I have been wanting to wear that eye patch again. It makes me feel like a pirate.”
“A very sexy pirate,” You agreed as he smoothly stepped closer to Gackt, his still nude body pressing against his lover’s clothed one.
“Oh no,” Gackt said with a hint of warning in his voice, “don’t think that you’re forgiven that easily. You came in my fucking eye You, it’s going to take more than some flattering comments to make me forgive that.”
You sighed. “What do I have to do?”
“I don’t know yet,” Gackt said, a grin creeping onto his lips, “but you can start by sucking my cock in return. Only this time, for safety reasons, you’re going to have to swallow every drop.”
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - NC-17 (swearing, m/m, slightly dumb!Gackt)
Word Count - 1,876
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - so, what was the real story behind that eye patch?
Notes - beware of the crack
You’s first thought when he heard the phone ringing was that it was rude of the caller to be interrupting the award winning blow job he was currently receiving from Gackt.
The singer was on his knees before him, a rare occurrence in itself, and had taken to his task with unusual joy and determination. His lips were currently firmly attached to the head of You’s cock and his cheeks hollow with the force of his suction which made his finely angled cheekbones stand out more than any expensive blusher could ever manage. His tongue was dancing around You’s slit trying to coax out more pre-come and You could feel his brain turning into a puddle of illiterate mush with every sweep of Gackt’s tongue.
You’s second thought when he heard the phone ringing was that the caller could go to hell if they thought Gackt would answer.
He tightened his grip in Gackt’s loose, silky hair and pushed Gackt’s head forward a little, signalling that he wanted to be deeper inside that oh so talented mouth. Gackt took the hint and after firmly planting his hands on You’s hips to control their movement with a grip that was bound to bruise tomorrow, he allowed You to slip further inside.
You’s third thought when he heard the phone ringing was that the ringtone meant it was one of Gackt’s managers calling him and was probably important.
Gackt seemed to realise this too as his right hand left You’s hip. You opened his eyes and although Gackt still had that fierce look of concentration on his face as he continued working You’s cock, his full pink lips slightly swollen and wet as they moved along You’s length, his right hand was scrambling around on the table next to him to try and find the ringing phone.
You’s fourth thought was that he was really fucking close and if Gackt carried on doing that with his tongue then he’d come before Gackt could answer the phone and it would all work out nicely.
After another couple of head bobs You could feel that tell tale tightening in his stomach reaching his peak. A few more seconds…
“Ugh, Gakkun… I’m gonna…”
But Gackt didn’t hear him. As You spoke, Gackt was releasing his cock from the heat of his mouth and leaning back on his heels to pick up the still ringing phone.
The lack of stimulation didn’t matter to You though. He was already too far gone to stop and his world exploded in visions of plush lips, fierce cheekbones and startling blue eyes. The strength left his body and he flopped bonelessly into the chair behind him. The phone continued to ring but it didn’t penetrate the happy little bubble he was riding in.
No, it was Gackt’s ear piercing scream that forced him to sit up and open his eyes.
“AGH, FUCK!”
Gackt was still knelt before him but he was doubled over, his forehead nearly touching the floor as he held his head in both hands, the now silent phone lying at his knees. You wondered if Gackt had been struck by one of his rare, but debilitating migraines.
“Are you okay babe? Do you want me to get your migraine tablets?”
“YOU CAME IN MY FUCKING EYE!”
“I…er, what?”
“I have your come in my eye, You. Your come. That’s disgusting.”
You patted Gackt’s shoulder but was quickly shaken off. “Well… How did that happen?”
Gackt sat up but didn’t remove his hands from their position covering his right eye. His left eye glared at You with evil intentions and You was amazed at how scary Gackt’s stare could be even if it was just with one eye. “I leaned back to answer the phone and your cock decided I was a threat and shot me.”
“Well….” You began, his usual eloquence long since disappeared due to a mind blowing orgasm and the craziness of the situation, “maybe you shouldn’t have leaned back.”
“Don’t you dare blame me for this! This is completely the fault of your cock.”
You wanted to point out that his cock had only been reacting to the amazing blow job that Gackt had been giving him but decided to bite his tongue. Gackt sounded decidedly pissed and antagonising him further probably wasn’t the best plan if he ever wanted a repeat performance.
“Let me have a look at your eye.”
“It hurts….”
“I know babe,” You said softly as his hands reached for Gackt’s shoulders again. He took it as an encouraging sign that this time at least, Gackt allowed the contact. “But let me see.”
Gackt removed his hands and You wished he had his camera to hand. Gackt’s eye had watered and was red from where he had rubbed it but that wasn’t what grabbed You’s attention. It had always been a deep, dark fantasy of You’s to see Gackt’s pretty face covered in his come. He’d never dream of voicing the fantasy to Gackt, not because he thought Gackt would find it disgusting and refuse to do it but because he knew Gackt would refuse to have anything other than the most expensive make up and lotions on his face. You was pretty sure that his come wasn’t on that very short list of things that Gackt would allow to touch his precious skin just in case it caused blotches, spots or anything else Gackt lived in mortal fear of.
Seeing his come clinging to those thick black eyelashes and porcelain skin was a sight that You very firmly committed into the “images that can make me horny in two seconds” folder in his mind for later use.
“It doesn’t look that bad,” You said (although he really wanted to say that it looked freaking hot and Gackt should look like that all the time), “but you should rinse your eye out.”
You helped Gackt to his feet and to the bathroom, pointedly ignoring Gackt’s constant whines and his own impulse to lean down and lick the come from Gackt’s cheek before it dried completely. He watched in silence as Gackt rinsed his eye and face and hoped that would make things better for his lover.
“Ugh, I need to get my contact lens out. I think I have come on it,” Gackt said with a strong tone of disgust in his voice.
You stepped forward. “Let me take it out for you. It’s the least I can do right?”
Gackt glared at him again but made no comment. He merely nodded in agreement and leaned against the sink, his head tilted to the side to give You better access to his injured eye. You had no fear of removing contact lenses as he removed his own enough times and usually had the job of removing Gackt’s when the singer was too tired or unconscious after a live to do it himself.
But this time, his hand slipped.
“DAMMIT, YOU! YOU POKED ME IN MY FUCKING EYE!”
“I’m sorry…”
“Fuck! Next time you decide to try and poke my eye out, at least get your damn nails cut first!”
You threw the dirty contact lens in the trash and tried to comfort Gackt but he simply threw off his efforts with an even more murderous glare and more complaints of how You was trying to blind him as he continued to grip his eye as tightly as he could manage.
“But you like my nails a little longer. You like it when I drag them down your back…”
“Shut the fuck up. Agh. Dammit!”
You sighed. “Let me have a look…”
“Fuck no! I’m not letting you anywhere near my eye.”
“I only want to look. I’m not going to touch you at all. I’ll keep my hands behind my back,” You said as he made a great show of placing his hands behind him.
Gackt dropped his hands to his sides but stayed leaning against the sink as he wanted to keep as much space between himself and You as possible. Damn that phone that had stopped ringing as soon as he got a hand to it and damn You’s cock. Scenarios like this were one of a million reasons why he was so much happier as the one being sucked. Maybe it was the universe’s way of saying “Gackt, you shouldn’t be on your knees sucking cock. It’s beneath you. Don’t do it again.”
You took one look at his face and grimaced.
Gackt panicked. “What? What is it? My eye is still there right?”
“You… what? Of course your eye is still there! It still hurts doesn’t it?”
“Tell me what’s wrong then!”
You sighed. “I think you should look in the mirror.”
Gackt turned around to face the mirror behind him and shrieked. Loudly. His right eye was a sea of red veins surrounding the brown and his eyelid had begun to swell.
“Great. Fucking amazing! Three hours before a televised live and my eye is all swollen and bloodshot. Thanks You.”
“Well… it is the side that your hair covers…”
“My hair doesn’t cover that much! Look at my eye! It looks as ugly as one of Chirolyn’s dates. What am I going to do now?!
You delved through his brain for a solution, something, anything that could stop the full bitch fit and temper tantrum that he could see brewing in his lover’s eyes… er, eye. Cancelling the show was out of the question. A mask wouldn’t work… But how about…
“An eye patch!”
Gackt glared at him. “What?”
“You could wear an eye patch. They’re sexy.”
Gackt stayed silent for a moment as he pondered You’s solution. “I like eye patches.”
“I know,” You answered. “You look bad ass in an eye patch.”
“I like looking like a bad ass.”
“I know. Hey, you still have that sparkly one at home with the jewels attached to it. You could wear that.”
“Sparkles?” Gackt asked, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.
“Sparkles,” You confirmed.
“I like sparkles,” Gackt said
“I know,” You answered. “You can look like a bad ass and have sparkles.”
“It won’t look odd for me to wear an eye patch at a swimsuit live?”
You smiled. “Babe, we’re wearing Hawaiian shirts. Nothing will look odd next to them.”
Gackt pondered this thought for a while and quickly conjured the various components of his stage outfit to see if he could pull off an eye patch. “I think it’ll work.. And I have been wanting to wear that eye patch again. It makes me feel like a pirate.”
“A very sexy pirate,” You agreed as he smoothly stepped closer to Gackt, his still nude body pressing against his lover’s clothed one.
“Oh no,” Gackt said with a hint of warning in his voice, “don’t think that you’re forgiven that easily. You came in my fucking eye You, it’s going to take more than some flattering comments to make me forgive that.”
You sighed. “What do I have to do?”
“I don’t know yet,” Gackt said, a grin creeping onto his lips, “but you can start by sucking my cock in return. Only this time, for safety reasons, you’re going to have to swallow every drop.”
~owari