December Challenge 15 - Tattoos
December Challenge 15
Title - Tattoos
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 1,293
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt asks You to help him with the YFC temporary tattoos
You stared down at his lover.
Gackt was lying on the floor of his dressing room, stripped to the waist with his YFC shorts low on his hips. His eyes were closed, his arms flat by his sides and his legs crossed at the ankles. The artificial lights in the dressing room bathed his smooth, pale skin in a holy light as Gackt patiently waited for You’s next action.
You knelt next to him, a small bowl of warm water to his right, and a pile of YFC temporary tattoos to his left.
“Anywhere, Gaku?” You asked.
“Anywhere,” Gackt replied, his eyes remaining closed. “I trust your judgement.”
You picked up the first of the ready cut tattoos, the YFC kanji logo, and twisted it around in his hands. There was so much beautiful skin on display before him that it was difficult to decide on exactly where to place the tattoo. Maybe that’s why Gackt had asked him instead of the make up artists to apply the tattoos, those girls were likely to get nosebleeds when presented with so much silky Gackt flesh.
“Hm, so if I wanted to put this one…” You said before pausing for a moment. He looked at the tattoo and moved it towards Gackt’s forehead, “if I wanted to put it here…”
“Not on the face, You-kun,” Gackt said with a large warning in his voice.
You chuckled. “Your eyes are closed. How did you know?”
“Because that’s exactly where I’d put the tattoos if I were you,” Gackt chuckled back. “Stick to my body please.”
“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” You said with a smile that was the equal of the one on Gackt’s face. “Hmm, maybe I should start with my favourite part…”
“And not on my cock either,” Gackt interrupted.
“I didn’t mean there!” You said, lightly slapping Gackt’s right thigh, “I meant here.”
Gackt groaned lowly in his throat when You’s fingertips lightly danced around his right nipple. “You’ve worked so hard to get your chest this big. I think we should draw attention to it.”
Gackt smiled as You’s fingers lightly pinched his nipple. They always had been one of the more sensitive parts of his body, something You both knew and loved to exploit. “I like that idea.”
“I thought you might,” You grinned. With his spare hand, he grabbed the instructions for the tattoos and read them carefully. “It says that I have to ensure that the skin is clean first.”
Gackt still had his eyes shut and was expecting to feel the soft caress of the make up sponge that was currently floating in the bowl of warm water that still sat next to You. Instead, he was rewarded by the feel of You’s wet tongue lapping at his skin as You meticulously cleaned the already pristine skin of Gackt’s chest. Gackt felt his cock begin to harden, a situation that wasn’t helped by You’s accidental grope of his crotch when the guitarist moved his arm.
“I think I’m clean, You,” Gackt choked out. “Please don’t do that anymore, not immediately before a show anyway.”
Oh yes. No sex before the show. You always forgot about that little rule or, to be more specific, he always hoped that Gackt had forgotten about that little rule. You had to admire the man’s restraint though. Usually Gackt was happy to have sex anytime, anywhere and any way, no matter how many people were staring through the windows at them, but Gackt always abstained before a live.
It was highly frustrating.
“Sorry,” You said without a hint of apology or guilt in his voice. “I just wanted to make sure that I do this correctly.”
“Of course you did,” Gackt said knowingly. “So, I’m clean. Now what?”
You read the instructions again. “Apply the tattoo to the skin with water.”
“Water and not saliva?”
You laughed. “Definitely water. I can’t help it, Gaku. It’s your fault for being so damn edible.”
Gackt felt the tattoo press against his skin and the wet pressure of the sponge. “I’ll try to be less tasty in the future.”
Happy that the tattoo had been applied properly, You began to peel the backing paper away from Gackt’s skin. “I think this has worked…”
“Hmm?” Gackt asked. “Does it look good?”
You finished pulling away the paper and was pleased to see that stuck to Gackt’s chest was a perfect YFC tattoo. “It looks great. Can I do some more?!”
Gackt could never deny that enthusiastic eagerness of You’s. “Sure. Where next?”
“I think I placed this a little high,” You explained. “I’ll put one underneath it.”
As You set to work on the second tattoo, directly above his nipple Gackt deduced from the feel of the tattoo against his skin, Gackt simply lay back, relaxed and smiled. “You’re not just going to cover my chest in them are you?”
You peeled away the paper and sat back on his heels. “No… I have the perfect place for the next one.”
Gackt opened his eyes when he felt You unfastening the belt to his YFC branded shorts. “I said, not on my c…”
“I know, I know,” You said as he waved away Gackt’s hands that were trying to stop him, “I’m not going to take your pants off, I just want them lower.”
“Lower?” Gackt asked puzzled.
“Hmm,” You said softly, “I think a tattoo would look great here…” You lightly dragged his blunt fingernails across the sharp contour of Gackt’s left hipbone and Gackt had no choice to agree.
“So,” You said, dragging out the short word to an impossibly long degree, “we need to clean the skin first.”
“Use the sponge, You,” Gackt said firmly. “If you put your mouth near my hips then it’s highly likely that I’ll jump you and Chacha will finally get his wish of performing a Gackt concert without Gackt.”
“Maybe I want you to jump me,” You said sexily before adding in a far brighter tone, “besides, we’d just dress Junji up as you. I don’t think anyone would notice the difference.”
Gackt glared at You but the guitarist merely laughed. “I don’t think I want to jump you anymore,” Gackt said, trying hard but failing at masking the amusement in his voice. “We don’t have much more time though so can you finish decorating my body soon?”
“Fine, fine,” You said, his hands quickly cleaning the skin and applying the tattoo.
It didn’t take long, not now that You had already done it twice, and soon Gackt had the letters ‘YFC’ printed above his hip bone in a deep shade of red. You couldn’t stop his fingers from tracing the letters and Gackt sat up slightly, his upper body supported by his hands as he watched You’s fingers move.
“I feel like I’ve been branded,” Gackt said. “Am I now a certified Yellow Fried Chicken’?”
You hummed. “No, I don’t think so. I think you’re been branded as something else.”
“Oh?” Gackt asked amused.
You’s fingers repeatedly traced the ‘Y’. “Yeah… I think you’re a ‘You Fried Chicken’.”
Gackt could barely contain his amusement. “And what’s a ‘You Fried Chicken’?”
You seated himself in Gackt’s lap and hooked his arms around Gackt’s neck before pulling him in for a long and lingering kiss. “It’s a Fried Chicken that belongs to me. I have very strict guidelines though. I don’t just allow any Fried Chicken to carry the You brand.”
“I am honoured,” Gackt laughed, “and I’ll be proud to wear your brand on stage.”
“Damn right,” You said as he leaned in for another kiss, only breaking the contact when the urgent knocking on the dressing room door signalled the upcoming start of the show.
~owari
Title - Tattoos
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 1,293
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt asks You to help him with the YFC temporary tattoos
You stared down at his lover.
Gackt was lying on the floor of his dressing room, stripped to the waist with his YFC shorts low on his hips. His eyes were closed, his arms flat by his sides and his legs crossed at the ankles. The artificial lights in the dressing room bathed his smooth, pale skin in a holy light as Gackt patiently waited for You’s next action.
You knelt next to him, a small bowl of warm water to his right, and a pile of YFC temporary tattoos to his left.
“Anywhere, Gaku?” You asked.
“Anywhere,” Gackt replied, his eyes remaining closed. “I trust your judgement.”
You picked up the first of the ready cut tattoos, the YFC kanji logo, and twisted it around in his hands. There was so much beautiful skin on display before him that it was difficult to decide on exactly where to place the tattoo. Maybe that’s why Gackt had asked him instead of the make up artists to apply the tattoos, those girls were likely to get nosebleeds when presented with so much silky Gackt flesh.
“Hm, so if I wanted to put this one…” You said before pausing for a moment. He looked at the tattoo and moved it towards Gackt’s forehead, “if I wanted to put it here…”
“Not on the face, You-kun,” Gackt said with a large warning in his voice.
You chuckled. “Your eyes are closed. How did you know?”
“Because that’s exactly where I’d put the tattoos if I were you,” Gackt chuckled back. “Stick to my body please.”
“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” You said with a smile that was the equal of the one on Gackt’s face. “Hmm, maybe I should start with my favourite part…”
“And not on my cock either,” Gackt interrupted.
“I didn’t mean there!” You said, lightly slapping Gackt’s right thigh, “I meant here.”
Gackt groaned lowly in his throat when You’s fingertips lightly danced around his right nipple. “You’ve worked so hard to get your chest this big. I think we should draw attention to it.”
Gackt smiled as You’s fingers lightly pinched his nipple. They always had been one of the more sensitive parts of his body, something You both knew and loved to exploit. “I like that idea.”
“I thought you might,” You grinned. With his spare hand, he grabbed the instructions for the tattoos and read them carefully. “It says that I have to ensure that the skin is clean first.”
Gackt still had his eyes shut and was expecting to feel the soft caress of the make up sponge that was currently floating in the bowl of warm water that still sat next to You. Instead, he was rewarded by the feel of You’s wet tongue lapping at his skin as You meticulously cleaned the already pristine skin of Gackt’s chest. Gackt felt his cock begin to harden, a situation that wasn’t helped by You’s accidental grope of his crotch when the guitarist moved his arm.
“I think I’m clean, You,” Gackt choked out. “Please don’t do that anymore, not immediately before a show anyway.”
Oh yes. No sex before the show. You always forgot about that little rule or, to be more specific, he always hoped that Gackt had forgotten about that little rule. You had to admire the man’s restraint though. Usually Gackt was happy to have sex anytime, anywhere and any way, no matter how many people were staring through the windows at them, but Gackt always abstained before a live.
It was highly frustrating.
“Sorry,” You said without a hint of apology or guilt in his voice. “I just wanted to make sure that I do this correctly.”
“Of course you did,” Gackt said knowingly. “So, I’m clean. Now what?”
You read the instructions again. “Apply the tattoo to the skin with water.”
“Water and not saliva?”
You laughed. “Definitely water. I can’t help it, Gaku. It’s your fault for being so damn edible.”
Gackt felt the tattoo press against his skin and the wet pressure of the sponge. “I’ll try to be less tasty in the future.”
Happy that the tattoo had been applied properly, You began to peel the backing paper away from Gackt’s skin. “I think this has worked…”
“Hmm?” Gackt asked. “Does it look good?”
You finished pulling away the paper and was pleased to see that stuck to Gackt’s chest was a perfect YFC tattoo. “It looks great. Can I do some more?!”
Gackt could never deny that enthusiastic eagerness of You’s. “Sure. Where next?”
“I think I placed this a little high,” You explained. “I’ll put one underneath it.”
As You set to work on the second tattoo, directly above his nipple Gackt deduced from the feel of the tattoo against his skin, Gackt simply lay back, relaxed and smiled. “You’re not just going to cover my chest in them are you?”
You peeled away the paper and sat back on his heels. “No… I have the perfect place for the next one.”
Gackt opened his eyes when he felt You unfastening the belt to his YFC branded shorts. “I said, not on my c…”
“I know, I know,” You said as he waved away Gackt’s hands that were trying to stop him, “I’m not going to take your pants off, I just want them lower.”
“Lower?” Gackt asked puzzled.
“Hmm,” You said softly, “I think a tattoo would look great here…” You lightly dragged his blunt fingernails across the sharp contour of Gackt’s left hipbone and Gackt had no choice to agree.
“So,” You said, dragging out the short word to an impossibly long degree, “we need to clean the skin first.”
“Use the sponge, You,” Gackt said firmly. “If you put your mouth near my hips then it’s highly likely that I’ll jump you and Chacha will finally get his wish of performing a Gackt concert without Gackt.”
“Maybe I want you to jump me,” You said sexily before adding in a far brighter tone, “besides, we’d just dress Junji up as you. I don’t think anyone would notice the difference.”
Gackt glared at You but the guitarist merely laughed. “I don’t think I want to jump you anymore,” Gackt said, trying hard but failing at masking the amusement in his voice. “We don’t have much more time though so can you finish decorating my body soon?”
“Fine, fine,” You said, his hands quickly cleaning the skin and applying the tattoo.
It didn’t take long, not now that You had already done it twice, and soon Gackt had the letters ‘YFC’ printed above his hip bone in a deep shade of red. You couldn’t stop his fingers from tracing the letters and Gackt sat up slightly, his upper body supported by his hands as he watched You’s fingers move.
“I feel like I’ve been branded,” Gackt said. “Am I now a certified Yellow Fried Chicken’?”
You hummed. “No, I don’t think so. I think you’re been branded as something else.”
“Oh?” Gackt asked amused.
You’s fingers repeatedly traced the ‘Y’. “Yeah… I think you’re a ‘You Fried Chicken’.”
Gackt could barely contain his amusement. “And what’s a ‘You Fried Chicken’?”
You seated himself in Gackt’s lap and hooked his arms around Gackt’s neck before pulling him in for a long and lingering kiss. “It’s a Fried Chicken that belongs to me. I have very strict guidelines though. I don’t just allow any Fried Chicken to carry the You brand.”
“I am honoured,” Gackt laughed, “and I’ll be proud to wear your brand on stage.”
“Damn right,” You said as he leaned in for another kiss, only breaking the contact when the urgent knocking on the dressing room door signalled the upcoming start of the show.
~owari