December Challenge 22
December Challenge 22
Title - Little Victories
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - R
Word Count - 602
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Life with Gackt is all about the little victories
You knew that being friends with Gackt was all about the little victories in life.
He’d given up on winning any of the big victories after several months of losing every argument, failing to beat Gackt in any kind of competition and following Gackt’s suggestions because somehow, Gackt could convince You that his suggestions were better than You’s own.
Even if Gackt’s suggestions usually did result in headaches and friendly chats with local police officers.
No, You was resigned to always lose, to always back down and to forever follow Gackt wherever Gackt wanted to go. That’s why the little victories were so important.
It was little things such as getting Gackt to wear his clear glasses instead of the dark sunglasses that he had originally picked up. Or getting the song that You wanted picked first for rehearsals instead of the song that Gackt was holding the lyrics too. Just little things like picking the movie for the night.
You knew that Gackt didn’t even see these as little loses, not in the way that You saw them as little victories, but that wasn’t the point. It was little, insignificant victories like these that helped You gain the little, but oh so significant victories that really mattered.
Gackt had told You once, many years ago, that he didn’t lie on his back, figuratively speaking of course, for anyone. But he did for You. Those groans, the way Gackt’s legs would spread wider and wider as You thrusted deeper and deeper showed that Gackt didn’t just lie down for You, but that he enjoyed it. Gackt scratched at the bed clothes beneath him with such force that You always thought that one day, they’d be left surrounded by nothing but torn silk rags and Gackt would coax You, beg You to be harder, faster, until his precious voice was raw.
Getting Gackt on his back was always a little victory.
There were even days when Gackt would pounce You, usually during a movie You had chosen, and would drag You to the bedroom. You would need to do nothing but follow as Gackt would strip them both of their clothing with a speed that only came from quick changes during a live and You would become lost in the feel of Gackt’s mouth against his and his body so close it was as if they shared the same skin. But then, sometimes, Gackt would press that familiar tube of lube into You’s hands and wait, sometimes on his back and sometimes on his hands and knees.
A very significant victory.
You knew it was wrong of him to consider Gackt’s willingness to do this for him as a victory, especially when Gackt hadn’t trusted anyone else enough before, but he couldn’t help it. Every time Gackt pushed his hips back, every time he looked up through those sweaty bangs that stuck to his face with those lust filled and dazed pretty eyes, every time his body tightened around You or his back bowed because You had found that perfect angle, You considered it a victory.
But, after they’d screamed their completion, Gackt into You’s hand and You deep inside Gackt, and Gackt lazily cuddled up next to him, You would think differently. Gackt always looked at him with such satisfaction, happiness and love before falling asleep in his arms and You would realise the truth.
It was never a victory for him to get Gackt on his back. Maybe it had been the first couple of times, but not anymore.
Gackt enjoyed it.
Gackt wanted it.
It was Gackt’s victory.
Again.
Damn!
~owari
Title - Little Victories
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - R
Word Count - 602
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Life with Gackt is all about the little victories
You knew that being friends with Gackt was all about the little victories in life.
He’d given up on winning any of the big victories after several months of losing every argument, failing to beat Gackt in any kind of competition and following Gackt’s suggestions because somehow, Gackt could convince You that his suggestions were better than You’s own.
Even if Gackt’s suggestions usually did result in headaches and friendly chats with local police officers.
No, You was resigned to always lose, to always back down and to forever follow Gackt wherever Gackt wanted to go. That’s why the little victories were so important.
It was little things such as getting Gackt to wear his clear glasses instead of the dark sunglasses that he had originally picked up. Or getting the song that You wanted picked first for rehearsals instead of the song that Gackt was holding the lyrics too. Just little things like picking the movie for the night.
You knew that Gackt didn’t even see these as little loses, not in the way that You saw them as little victories, but that wasn’t the point. It was little, insignificant victories like these that helped You gain the little, but oh so significant victories that really mattered.
Gackt had told You once, many years ago, that he didn’t lie on his back, figuratively speaking of course, for anyone. But he did for You. Those groans, the way Gackt’s legs would spread wider and wider as You thrusted deeper and deeper showed that Gackt didn’t just lie down for You, but that he enjoyed it. Gackt scratched at the bed clothes beneath him with such force that You always thought that one day, they’d be left surrounded by nothing but torn silk rags and Gackt would coax You, beg You to be harder, faster, until his precious voice was raw.
Getting Gackt on his back was always a little victory.
There were even days when Gackt would pounce You, usually during a movie You had chosen, and would drag You to the bedroom. You would need to do nothing but follow as Gackt would strip them both of their clothing with a speed that only came from quick changes during a live and You would become lost in the feel of Gackt’s mouth against his and his body so close it was as if they shared the same skin. But then, sometimes, Gackt would press that familiar tube of lube into You’s hands and wait, sometimes on his back and sometimes on his hands and knees.
A very significant victory.
You knew it was wrong of him to consider Gackt’s willingness to do this for him as a victory, especially when Gackt hadn’t trusted anyone else enough before, but he couldn’t help it. Every time Gackt pushed his hips back, every time he looked up through those sweaty bangs that stuck to his face with those lust filled and dazed pretty eyes, every time his body tightened around You or his back bowed because You had found that perfect angle, You considered it a victory.
But, after they’d screamed their completion, Gackt into You’s hand and You deep inside Gackt, and Gackt lazily cuddled up next to him, You would think differently. Gackt always looked at him with such satisfaction, happiness and love before falling asleep in his arms and You would realise the truth.
It was never a victory for him to get Gackt on his back. Maybe it had been the first couple of times, but not anymore.
Gackt enjoyed it.
Gackt wanted it.
It was Gackt’s victory.
Again.
Damn!
~owari