[Oneshot] That Which Binds
Gackt appreciated the body under him, watching powerful muscles ripple under the younger man’s smooth pale skin in the dim light of his room. Gackt ran a finger over toned abs, a small smile stretching his lips as he watched the way the muscles tightened automatically at the touch and relishing the fact that he’d gotten this far.
Gackt, after all, had always been the competitive type, had always striven for the absolute best in everything he did and music was no exception. Of course he dominated there, of course people always took note when he released a new single or album, but never had he felt such a thirst to be better until he saw them sing. It wasn’t often that he watched television, but with his ‘family’ living with him, he inevitably happened upon whatever they chose to watch.
He didn’t often think much of it, but when he happened upon Chachamaru watching Tohoshinki sing their souls out on stage, he could help but take a moment to stop. He was instantly caught in their talent and as the screen closed up on one Kim Xiah Junsu, he realized what level the young stars were on.
And thus he wanted it for his own.
But how to beat an unstoppable force that thrived off of what they did by such a force of need? That sang with their whole bodies, arms outstretched, muscle pulling taut and cording beautifully under skin. Surely, the only way to obtain such a talent was to have it bodily and completely, and if there was one thing Gackt was very, very good at doing, it was getting what he wanted.
It was surprisingly easy to arrange a meeting with Junsu for a ‘possible collaboration.’ Terribly easy to just snatch the younger man away for a few moments in the name of the husky tones that Gackt had heard pouring out of his television. Gackt, for his part, had to do little but show up and flash the manger a polite, if awkward, smile and ask him to leave to be able to examine Junsu thoroughly.
Gackt directed conversation easily, observing the way the young star reacted to his words, scrutinizing the unrelenting sense of naivety that surrounded Junsu and his too-careful-to-be-easy Japanese until he decided it was time to really switch gears and taste the music that more easily flowed from Junsu’s throat.
A well placed drink. Adventurous Korean. Add proximity to the mix and there Junsu fell.
The transition between places was the only difficult part of Gackt’s plan with Junsu’s manager to persuade and hefting the too-slight young man into his precious car, but he managed and here he finally was, tracing lines over the flat planes of Junsu’s stomach with meticulous fingers to draw the musical tones out.
How poetic, the young singer even breathed music.
Gackt smiled as he ghosted his hands over the skin spread out before him, a deep chuckle rumbling from his throat as Junsu’s lust and alcohol hazed mind had him begging for more. Normally, Gackt would have continued his torment, but he had a promise of time to keep to Junsu’s manager and it wouldn’t do to be late or to let his plan go to waste, so he readily answered the breathless little pleas.
Seconds later- slicked fingers and soft gasps that bled into heady little moans. Gackt hummed in appreciation as he scissored his fingers in the tight, gripping heat that Junsu’s body presented him with, exploring gently as Junsu gave him everything of his helpless music.
Please. Laced with lust, desperate. Gackt readied himself and pushed in, complacent. After only a few thrusts he found himself unraveling already, forgetting about his drive, his mission all in favor of the sweet man beneath him, every facet of Junsu that he could glimpse dragging him under much faster than he was used to.
Gackt drove into the pliant body deep and hard, kissing Junsu as he liked to kiss his friends and lovers, the affection given freely as he worked them to completion, hips rocking at an increasingly frenzied place, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Junsu’s own length as though he were already familiar with the younger man’s body.
Time suspended. they hung over the cliff before hitting the peak from the air, slamming into release and coming to a sudden halt.
It took Gackt a moment to realize that Junsu had been shocked into sobriety and he readied himself to have to summon up an awkward apology. but the only thing he managed as far as explanation to the question in those eyes was, “Your music… you sing with your entire self.”
And somehow, that was explanation enough.
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Junsu stumbled through the door with a single backward glance over his shoulder at the American car speeding down the road behind him. He was later than Gackt had promised to return him, he knew, and sure enough, he tripped right into Yunho’s arms as he crossed the threshold.
“Su? Are you okay? Manager-shii said that that guy took you somewhere.”
Yunho fussed over him naturally and the others came at the commotion, forming a tight, protective ring around him.
“You smell like alcohol.”
Yoochun said tentatively.
“You smell like sex.”
Jaejoong gritted out point blank, assuming the worse, but Junsu shook his head, seeking refuge in Changmin’s arms too, knowing that the younger man wouldn’t judge until he heard what Junsu had to say.
“I’m fine, tired, but I’d like to think… Gackt, he and I have an understanding.”
Junsu smiled bemusedly into his bandfamily’s over-protective embrace, fingering the new onyx bracelet encircling his wrist that Gackt reserved only for the people important to him.
The music that beat in time with his heart- Gackt understood that.
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