December Challenge 04 - Rhythm
December Challenge 04
Title - Rhythm
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 549
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt finally gets to see the dance battle after weeks away from his lover
Notes - set during the Camui Gakuen rehearsals this year
Gackt sat in their rehearsal room in Tokyo. He’d finally finished the Osaka run of Nemuri Kyoshiro and was finally free to join the band for the Camui Gakuen rehearsals. Over the past month the band and dancers had begun rehearsals and Gackt had supervised thanks to video conferences and late night phone calls.
The band had done well to learn the new songs as quickly as they had and to refresh their memories on the songs performed before but Gackt knew that the majority of the rehearsal time hadn’t been spent on the live aspect of the show. No, Gackt knew that his dancers, drummer and rhythm guitarist had spent countless hours putting together the dance battle and that was what he was waiting to see.
He’d seen every song rehearsed several times but hadn’t seen a single second of the dance battle. He’d tried every tactic he knew such as bribery, vacation days and promises that yes, he would wear whatever outfit You bought for him and would gladly be tied to the bed, but You wouldn’t budge and refused to tell him even the smallest thing about it.
You wanted it to be a surprise and as the music started and Gackt clapped along, a big grin on his face as You and Junji danced their way through a medley of his songs, it most certainly was very surprising.
Gackt thanked everybody for their hard work and complimented the routine, he knew that the fans would just love every second of it, and then pulled his lover to one side.
“The routine was amazing,” Gackt said. “But, for a rhythm guitarist, you have absolutely no rhythm at all.”
You smiled dangerously. “You never complain about my rhythm when I’m fucking you.”
Gackt laughed. “You know, I think I liked you better when you were sweet, innocent and uncorrupted and couldn’t say the word ‘fuck’ without turning as red as my car.”
You slipped his arms around Gackt’s waist and pulled the singer against his sweaty body, their hips and groins flush against each other. “No you don’t.”
The slight grind of You’s hips against his own reminded Gackt that it had been far too long since he’d last seen his lover. “Yeah, you’re right. I like it when you’re as dirty as me.”
Gackt took You’s face between his hands and kissed him, his lips moving against You’s as his tongue teased You’s bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and mapped out Gackt’s mouth with his tongue, eager to taste the singer after weeks apart.
Their kiss was interrupted by the sound of Chacha’s exasperated voice. “Guys, go home and get laid.”
“What about rehearsals?” Gackt asked.
“As if we’re going to get anything done when you two are dry humping each other. Let’s take the afternoon off and try again tomorrow when you’ve hopefully worn each other out.”
Gackt was torn between the need to rehearse (he still couldn’t remember the words to most of the songs) and the need to feel You writhing underneath him. Or over him. Or beside him. Just anywhere near him would do.
Another roll of You’s hips made the decision for him. “See you tomorrow Cha!”
“Sure, Gakkun,” Chacha said. “Just make sure you can still both walk, okay?”
~owari
Title - Rhythm
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 549
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt finally gets to see the dance battle after weeks away from his lover
Notes - set during the Camui Gakuen rehearsals this year
Gackt sat in their rehearsal room in Tokyo. He’d finally finished the Osaka run of Nemuri Kyoshiro and was finally free to join the band for the Camui Gakuen rehearsals. Over the past month the band and dancers had begun rehearsals and Gackt had supervised thanks to video conferences and late night phone calls.
The band had done well to learn the new songs as quickly as they had and to refresh their memories on the songs performed before but Gackt knew that the majority of the rehearsal time hadn’t been spent on the live aspect of the show. No, Gackt knew that his dancers, drummer and rhythm guitarist had spent countless hours putting together the dance battle and that was what he was waiting to see.
He’d seen every song rehearsed several times but hadn’t seen a single second of the dance battle. He’d tried every tactic he knew such as bribery, vacation days and promises that yes, he would wear whatever outfit You bought for him and would gladly be tied to the bed, but You wouldn’t budge and refused to tell him even the smallest thing about it.
You wanted it to be a surprise and as the music started and Gackt clapped along, a big grin on his face as You and Junji danced their way through a medley of his songs, it most certainly was very surprising.
Gackt thanked everybody for their hard work and complimented the routine, he knew that the fans would just love every second of it, and then pulled his lover to one side.
“The routine was amazing,” Gackt said. “But, for a rhythm guitarist, you have absolutely no rhythm at all.”
You smiled dangerously. “You never complain about my rhythm when I’m fucking you.”
Gackt laughed. “You know, I think I liked you better when you were sweet, innocent and uncorrupted and couldn’t say the word ‘fuck’ without turning as red as my car.”
You slipped his arms around Gackt’s waist and pulled the singer against his sweaty body, their hips and groins flush against each other. “No you don’t.”
The slight grind of You’s hips against his own reminded Gackt that it had been far too long since he’d last seen his lover. “Yeah, you’re right. I like it when you’re as dirty as me.”
Gackt took You’s face between his hands and kissed him, his lips moving against You’s as his tongue teased You’s bottom lip. You deepened the kiss and mapped out Gackt’s mouth with his tongue, eager to taste the singer after weeks apart.
Their kiss was interrupted by the sound of Chacha’s exasperated voice. “Guys, go home and get laid.”
“What about rehearsals?” Gackt asked.
“As if we’re going to get anything done when you two are dry humping each other. Let’s take the afternoon off and try again tomorrow when you’ve hopefully worn each other out.”
Gackt was torn between the need to rehearse (he still couldn’t remember the words to most of the songs) and the need to feel You writhing underneath him. Or over him. Or beside him. Just anywhere near him would do.
Another roll of You’s hips made the decision for him. “See you tomorrow Cha!”
“Sure, Gakkun,” Chacha said. “Just make sure you can still both walk, okay?”
~owari