Rant; sakura-chan Blog; Japan Fans; Fanfiction; Fierce As Fire
Hey everybody. I'm really sorry about my sporadic updating, it annoys the fuck out of me as well. I had a few rants ready to go, but unfortunately, last week I became very very sick and could not write. I am much better now, but I still don't feel that great, nor do I have enough energy and dedication/anger to really prattle off an entire entry yet. I can't think of what I want to write about, either, but don't worry, because I will focus on posting more frequently in the future (I know I always say this). Luckily, I once again contacted a friend of mine, Megan, who posts about six times a day. She is a J-rock fan as well, and you may remember her from the last time I was unable to come up with an entry. She was kind enough to agree to update for me once again, in fact she suggested it enthusiastically and was quite adamant about it when I initially seemed wary. So, I'm off once more, and hopefully Megan will entertain the lot of you until I can be bothered to blog once more.
hey it's sakura-chan i am updating again for たtち-kun!!!
let's see not a lot has been happening except for GUESS WHAT I TOOK A VACATION TO JAPAN!!!! oh man it was exciting it kind of sucked since my mom and dad had to come and also my little brother and we only got to stay for two days, but it was so cool because we got to stay with a host family (familia) and they were so nice. They also had a son about six years or so older than me he was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sexy kawaii you guys have no idea. he looked sort of like Yuli from イロクイ. I managed to get a picture of him on my camera phone wat do u think??
He is the one on hte second from the right between the two bishounens in the hats ^_^. his name is 蛭魔 hiruma. anyway i still have there address so i am going to write to him i hope he replies and we can be pen pals. but he is really hot ne?!? i have such a cute bf loll.
anyway so i had a great time there and even got noticed a lot!! when i was shopping in harajuku-chyo a lot of people stopped me and asked for my pics and wanted to know where i was from. a lot of people took photos of me and everybody was making a big deal to try and come look at me. i was wearing my most burikko fruits gear it was so kawaii i couldn't believe i fit in so well and everybody even the japanese there thought i looked so great and wanted to see my fashion. i am sure i am going to be in a fashion magazine now since so many people wanted to see me. too bad i couldn't have stayed longer i just know i could be a great model and maybe even to pose with that super kawaii riku from the putumayo ads.
i bet you guys wish you could come to Nippon too it is so fun there. next time i go i definitely want to bring some of my drawings i hope you guys have been reading my webcomic (webmanga lol) so i think maybe i will try to sell it there i am sure it would be popular, it is about a girl named asami-chan who moves to japan and i am sure japanese people are really interested in what foreigners think of their culture. it was so cool seeing so much of the stuff i have been drawing and writing about up close just like a real life pachinko parlor! but i couldn't go in because i was sure there were some yakuza gang members playing inside, but maybe next time!!!
also everybody hey i jus wanted to say thanks for all of youre nice comments on my fanfiction. i know that more of you read it and not everybody commented on it so i am going to post another one and i just wanted u guys to make sure you comment okay please comment and if u do i will give you a preview of a new one just make sure to comment and write "pinku supaidaa" (aka something about hide-sama) and i will e-mail you. comment plz!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Fierce As Fire
Pairing: Takeru (ex-Dizzy×Glow, ex-TRAVEL, SuG)/ Gackt (ex-Cains:Feel, ex-Malice Mizer, solo, GacktJOB, S.K.I.N., actor)
Rating: XXX; Includes intense violence, sexual content, strong language and has been rated AO by the ESRB.
At last, the work day was over. The young man paused at the door, looking out onto the Eifuku street in Suginami-ku Tokyo where the PS Company building was located. He hoped someday to be a part of the major label, not just the indie. Though he was a J-rocker, he was still excited each time he met someone famous. He pushed open the door, turning back to wave.
"Goodbye, Mai-san!" he called, gesturing to the Kra guitarist whom he had met just moments before in the hallway. The other man turned and nodded to the one calling him.
"Later, Takeru-san!"
The blonde smiled a bit, always pleasant after meeting artists he admired. Though his band was not as well-known as some of the other PSC bands, they certainly did not lack for talent or attractive members.
The SuG vocalist stopped momentarily, looking both ways before making his trail across the empty street. He waited at the corner, lifting a small hand to impress the button to signal when he may cross. The pride of Indie PSC glanced skyward, noticing the deep gray clouds quickly gathering above the Japanese capital. Patting his SEX POT ReVeNGe t-shirt, he too late remembered that he had no umbrella.
"Kami damn it." The Scheat singer exhaled, shaking his head as he wondered what he would do. His dark eyes scanned the road, hoping he would be allowed to cross shortly.
The image of a small man in neon green flashed, and Takeru stepped off of the curb as the first raindrop hit him right atop his fair-colored head. He jogged across the way, making it to the other side and pressing up against a shop with an overhang. He was now quite drenched. Wrapping pale and shapely arms about his person, he set one leg in front of the other, settling in to wait for the rain to pass. The young man appeared carefree, almost lazy in this relaxed position, not a famous rock star, just another guy in Tokyo, trying to sit out the rain.
Almond-shaped eyes begin to grow heavy, and the young Japanese boy closed them a bit. The sounds of the pouring rain and cool mist rising from the street made him wish he could be inside in a big warm bed. The next sound to reach pert and pierced ears was that of an automobile driving by, stopping. The sound of a window being rolled down.
Opening one eye, he saw that a black stretch limousine had been pulled up just in front of the young vocalist. He strained to see beyond the tinted window, however inside he could only make out shadows and the distant fragrance of lilacs.
"Have you no means of refuge from this sudden upsurge of nature?" A sensually deep and erotic voice drifted from the unseen depths of the limo. The Alterna. singer's body gave an involuntary shiver of pleasure and excitement, as he felt the voice envelop his very soul. A blush spread across his adorably dimpled cheeks like the dawn rising into the sky.
"What do you mean?" He inquired.
"The precipitation; the rain." That voice once more slithered across the distance between the two to curl deliciously in the Indie PSC employee's ears. Once again, his dimpled cheeks grew hot; the lascivious voice had chased all thoughts of rain and cold from the young boy's mind.
"Oh. No, I forgot my brella." He replied.
"By all means, kōhai, come and take shelter in my spacious automobile." The sound of fingers snapping, and the front car door became open, as a large African-American man emerged, quickly unfurling a rain protection device and offering it to the streetbound rocker. Takeru bowed in appreciation, as the driver opened the door to the mobile, allowing him entrance to the chamber, the nodoubtedly wealthy inhabitant beyond.
He let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the vehicle, to notice the haze of cigarette smoke hanging adrift in the air. Narrowing his beautiful eyes, he could just make out a figure at the other side of the limousine bench. Nestling into the plush velvet seating, he once more focused his attentions to the kind man who had given him a place out of the rain. If only he could think of something to say, some trifle of abject conversation to once again stir the gentleman to speak, to reveal that voice. A voice the young Oshare-Kei singer felt he had heard somewhere before, but could not place.
"I'm sorry I am so wet, I don't mean to ruin your transit." Takeru felt so awkward and ashamed. He pulled nervously at the soaked cotton of his fashionable clothing.
"Think nothing of it, young one." The man intoned, crossing his legs toward his new guest. The boy saw the tailored black of a pant leg and a fine brown snakeskin patterned shoe. He began to feel out of place, curious as to why his decadent partner would choose to keep himself veiled. From out of the fog, a smooth tan hand, decorated with numerous glittering rings appeared holding a chalice full of the spirits. "Care you for a glass of this fine Gabi de Gabi?" The young visitor coughed a bit, taken by surprise.
"Thank you, but I am not twenty-one, my birthday is in May." His cheeks shot through with heat once more, so embarrassed he was.
"I see." The older man acknowledged. "Crochet, please take us to my temporary residence. We wish to be out of this day."
The ebon means of transport instantly alighted from the gutter, and the tinted windows sealed up, as if on their own. The cigarette residue dissappated, revealing slightly more of the mysterious figure across the way. The man across the cabin was seated comfortably on leopard skin, legs crossed as he held in one hand a goblet and the other gently balancing a fag. Chestnut brown hair was cut sleekly short, partially covering the face, which also was obscured by a pair of dark Armani sunglasses. Pink catlike lips curled into a cheshire grin, the hand possessing the cigarette motioning a bit, gesturing to himself, as if a silent question: Was the Sug member impressed? A slight stirring in the pit of Takeru's stomach, a firmness pressing to the zipper of his rain-soaked cargo pants unknowingly replying; yes.
This kind benefactor, this good Samaritan, this worldly philanthropist that was inviting a lowly Indie PS Company player, this was the legendary best-selling Japanese artist of all time. This was Gackt. Takeru gasped. His breath left him as he recalled his childish excitement about meeting a Kra member beforehand. Now he was in the very berth of the limousine belonging to none other than the man that every J-rock star aspired to be. He felt his heart in his throat, the pounding of it throbbing up against his ribcages.
A sultry and darkly amused laugh echoed across the space, as the S.K.I.N. performer smiled, revealing a row of perfect opalescent teeth.
"Now that we've gotten that all out of our system," the older Asian exclaimed, momentarily glancing down to his own hand to inspect one of the silver skull rings that rested there, "would you like that goblet of Gabi de Gabi now?" Sliding it across the surface toward his starstruck companion, who could do nothing but accept a sip of the heady liquid into his own pinkish mouth. The rush of alcohol warmed him, sulfurlike, making a quick entrance directly to his head, dizzying him with the slight buzz of it. He fought not to cough, aware that the former Malice Mizer vocalist's ever-present gaze was focused directly upon him. Takeru could not help it as his body let the drink take it over, relaxing him into the back of the seat, letting him enjoy the ride and take in the sights and smells of what it must be to be Satoru Okabe.
The I Scream Party performer gradually was made aware of the wheels of the luxury vehicle slowing to a stop. Suddenly, a rush of cold air befell Takeru as the door opened to a gray cityscape. Up and up his eyes traveled to the monolithic apex of the Tokyo Hilton they had arrived in front of.
"We are here." The Fuurin Kazan actor announced, the perfect host. The fine hotel's doors yawned wide, opened by twin bellhops for the international superstar and his still-damp young cohort.
Bodyguards on all sides, the group easily strided into the elevator shaft, and with the press of a numbered button, carrying the party upward towards the thirty-eighth floor. As the elevator doors opened once more, the two rock singers emerged, leaving the rest postitioned along the front of the hall. The younger man looked back as the two of them left their convoy and walked to their destination alone.
From the pocket of his leather jacket, a keycard was produced by the gothic frontman, inserted to the door of a room near the center. For a moment, a go-light flickered, but as he turned the handle, it seemed to lock back. With a cool gesture, once more the Dears figurehead inserted the keycard with vigor, a gesture that rang true and filled the slot, instantly swinging open the door. At the thresh-hold, Takeru's mind idly raced, placing perhaps on an article he had once read, an interview with his very benefactor, that Gackt himself disliked staying in hotels unless he could do so naked. A nervous laugh, but no time to think, as the silently stoic Vanilla perfomer took his hand and pulled him into the suite.
Takeru barely had a moment to notice the expensive suite, before the Moonchild scribe rounded on him and spoke, a bit of a command.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes." He purred. Takeru's manhood became instantly erect, the shock of everything at last catching up with his testosterone. The 7th Breeze singer grinned, looking about for a bathroom, perhaps a complimentary robe in which to retire into.
"Where is the lavatory?" The naive J-rock Invasion addition mused. The New Fist of the North Star seiyuu's smile faded. He raised a hand to remove his shades, revealing two bright blue orbs that pierced into his bubbly houseguest's eyes.
"No." He dejected. "Here."
In a single motion, the blood rushed to the youthful vocalist's face, before quickly draining out again. Unsure, he tugged lightly at his t-shirtsu and removed it, slightly mussing his niveous hair. In one smooth movement, the Cains:Feel founder was at Takeru's side. He exhaled, his hot breath condensing along the pale skin of his lover's petite neck. A hand graciously trailed down the boy's bare torso, pausing only to travel along the waistline of his blue jean cargo pants.
Takeru's body was willing, but his mind could not overcome the nervousness he felt, not only to be in the presence of one such as his mentor, but to be chosen for such an escapade was too much for him to handle. It overtook him, and the younger male tilted his head upward into that of his new paramour's. Their succulent lips met, soft lubrication of lip gloss like a second skin as their mouths mingled together. The kiss was interrupted by the interjection of the future Bunraku star's tongue, winding through as the two vocalists showed that their mouths were much better suited for something other than singing. He was ready.
A gentle push of a stronger and surer hand sent Takeru to the edge of the bed, coming to sit as the Bujingai inspiration leaned over him and made to once again remove his trousers. Deftly was the button excised, but the man had to get to his knees in order to assist the young uke in freeing him from his denim prison.
As his member became exposed, the Yumegiwa Downer performer felt a white-hot rush as he accidentally premature ejaculated into his newly christened seme's hand. A pained cry at his own foolishness, the young SuG singer covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. Clear blue eyes belonging to that of his beloved Gakuto looked lovingly up at him, using his clean hand to remove the protective shield of arms his sub had put up. A smile shared between them, and the Dirge of Cerberus composer whispered,
"Do you know what I have been wanting to do since I first saw you?" Takeru could only stare, a slight shake of his scruffy head. Gackt reached the fingertip of his index finger into the creamy pool resting within his palm. As the milky substance coated the digit, he reached it up and traced the fluid perfectly into the deep crevice of the dimple carved into Takeru's bright and pretty face.
A knock at the door ceased the tender moment between the two men, as Takeru scrambled into the adjacent bathroom. A snuggly terry cloth robe had already been prepared for him, emblazoned with a navy blue cursive T, for Takeru. He opened the door slightly to catch a glimpse of the entrant.
A tall and muscular caucasian male with dark hair stood taking up the doorway. The Oshare boy glanced between this stranger and his own familliar new friend as they spoke to each other in English, a language Takeru did not understand much of. Soon he was spotted by the two chatting, and beckoned over by his boyfriend. Emerging from the bath, he moved to join the two.
It was soon explained to him that this new man was called Josh Hartnett, and he was the costar of his lover's newest foray into film.
"I am wanted back on set, Take-kun." The husky-voiced Mars singer told him. "But we were just in the middle of something." The man looked back to the tall and lean form of the Pearl Harbor actor's presence.
"Perhaps he would like to join in our game." The young squire coquettishly suggested. Two pairs of Japanese shaped eyes fell upon the Lucky Number Slevin star. The three smiled at one another, conspiritorial, as Josh made to remove his collared shirt.
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It must have been past three in the morning as the Verte Aile actor finally retired to the bed and Indie PSC member awaiting him. Petting the young boy on his sweet blonde head, the man gave a tired smile, glad to be alone with his koibito at last.
"It was good tonight, wasn't it?" The sub asked his weary partner.
"A new game is always exciting, is it not, sweetness?" He delivered a soft and tender kiss to the small metal piercing resting just below the dimpled smile of his young lover. "But I can't help but think perhaps you were allured more by our new playmate than me." Takeru giggled, burying his face into the broad fit chest of his older mate.
"Don't be silly. I love you."
"I love you too." Gackt whispered, closing his eyes in preparation for sleep. Takeru smiled another devious smile, watching his beau drift into slumber. He whispered, more to himself than to his more famous counterpart,
"You sure have a lot of connections. Next time I think we should play with Jay Chou again."
The End
ps make sure you guys all comment a lot!!!!
Damn.
hey it's sakura-chan i am updating again for たtち-kun!!!
let's see not a lot has been happening except for GUESS WHAT I TOOK A VACATION TO JAPAN!!!! oh man it was exciting it kind of sucked since my mom and dad had to come and also my little brother and we only got to stay for two days, but it was so cool because we got to stay with a host family (familia) and they were so nice. They also had a son about six years or so older than me he was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sexy kawaii you guys have no idea. he looked sort of like Yuli from イロクイ. I managed to get a picture of him on my camera phone wat do u think??
He is the one on hte second from the right between the two bishounens in the hats ^_^. his name is 蛭魔 hiruma. anyway i still have there address so i am going to write to him i hope he replies and we can be pen pals. but he is really hot ne?!? i have such a cute bf loll.
anyway so i had a great time there and even got noticed a lot!! when i was shopping in harajuku-chyo a lot of people stopped me and asked for my pics and wanted to know where i was from. a lot of people took photos of me and everybody was making a big deal to try and come look at me. i was wearing my most burikko fruits gear it was so kawaii i couldn't believe i fit in so well and everybody even the japanese there thought i looked so great and wanted to see my fashion. i am sure i am going to be in a fashion magazine now since so many people wanted to see me. too bad i couldn't have stayed longer i just know i could be a great model and maybe even to pose with that super kawaii riku from the putumayo ads.
i bet you guys wish you could come to Nippon too it is so fun there. next time i go i definitely want to bring some of my drawings i hope you guys have been reading my webcomic (webmanga lol) so i think maybe i will try to sell it there i am sure it would be popular, it is about a girl named asami-chan who moves to japan and i am sure japanese people are really interested in what foreigners think of their culture. it was so cool seeing so much of the stuff i have been drawing and writing about up close just like a real life pachinko parlor! but i couldn't go in because i was sure there were some yakuza gang members playing inside, but maybe next time!!!
also everybody hey i jus wanted to say thanks for all of youre nice comments on my fanfiction. i know that more of you read it and not everybody commented on it so i am going to post another one and i just wanted u guys to make sure you comment okay please comment and if u do i will give you a preview of a new one just make sure to comment and write "pinku supaidaa" (aka something about hide-sama) and i will e-mail you. comment plz!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Fierce As Fire
Pairing: Takeru (ex-Dizzy×Glow, ex-TRAVEL, SuG)/ Gackt (ex-Cains:Feel, ex-Malice Mizer, solo, GacktJOB, S.K.I.N., actor)
Rating: XXX; Includes intense violence, sexual content, strong language and has been rated AO by the ESRB.
At last, the work day was over. The young man paused at the door, looking out onto the Eifuku street in Suginami-ku Tokyo where the PS Company building was located. He hoped someday to be a part of the major label, not just the indie. Though he was a J-rocker, he was still excited each time he met someone famous. He pushed open the door, turning back to wave.
"Goodbye, Mai-san!" he called, gesturing to the Kra guitarist whom he had met just moments before in the hallway. The other man turned and nodded to the one calling him.
"Later, Takeru-san!"
The blonde smiled a bit, always pleasant after meeting artists he admired. Though his band was not as well-known as some of the other PSC bands, they certainly did not lack for talent or attractive members.
The SuG vocalist stopped momentarily, looking both ways before making his trail across the empty street. He waited at the corner, lifting a small hand to impress the button to signal when he may cross. The pride of Indie PSC glanced skyward, noticing the deep gray clouds quickly gathering above the Japanese capital. Patting his SEX POT ReVeNGe t-shirt, he too late remembered that he had no umbrella.
"Kami damn it." The Scheat singer exhaled, shaking his head as he wondered what he would do. His dark eyes scanned the road, hoping he would be allowed to cross shortly.
The image of a small man in neon green flashed, and Takeru stepped off of the curb as the first raindrop hit him right atop his fair-colored head. He jogged across the way, making it to the other side and pressing up against a shop with an overhang. He was now quite drenched. Wrapping pale and shapely arms about his person, he set one leg in front of the other, settling in to wait for the rain to pass. The young man appeared carefree, almost lazy in this relaxed position, not a famous rock star, just another guy in Tokyo, trying to sit out the rain.
Almond-shaped eyes begin to grow heavy, and the young Japanese boy closed them a bit. The sounds of the pouring rain and cool mist rising from the street made him wish he could be inside in a big warm bed. The next sound to reach pert and pierced ears was that of an automobile driving by, stopping. The sound of a window being rolled down.
Opening one eye, he saw that a black stretch limousine had been pulled up just in front of the young vocalist. He strained to see beyond the tinted window, however inside he could only make out shadows and the distant fragrance of lilacs.
"Have you no means of refuge from this sudden upsurge of nature?" A sensually deep and erotic voice drifted from the unseen depths of the limo. The Alterna. singer's body gave an involuntary shiver of pleasure and excitement, as he felt the voice envelop his very soul. A blush spread across his adorably dimpled cheeks like the dawn rising into the sky.
"What do you mean?" He inquired.
"The precipitation; the rain." That voice once more slithered across the distance between the two to curl deliciously in the Indie PSC employee's ears. Once again, his dimpled cheeks grew hot; the lascivious voice had chased all thoughts of rain and cold from the young boy's mind.
"Oh. No, I forgot my brella." He replied.
"By all means, kōhai, come and take shelter in my spacious automobile." The sound of fingers snapping, and the front car door became open, as a large African-American man emerged, quickly unfurling a rain protection device and offering it to the streetbound rocker. Takeru bowed in appreciation, as the driver opened the door to the mobile, allowing him entrance to the chamber, the nodoubtedly wealthy inhabitant beyond.
He let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the vehicle, to notice the haze of cigarette smoke hanging adrift in the air. Narrowing his beautiful eyes, he could just make out a figure at the other side of the limousine bench. Nestling into the plush velvet seating, he once more focused his attentions to the kind man who had given him a place out of the rain. If only he could think of something to say, some trifle of abject conversation to once again stir the gentleman to speak, to reveal that voice. A voice the young Oshare-Kei singer felt he had heard somewhere before, but could not place.
"I'm sorry I am so wet, I don't mean to ruin your transit." Takeru felt so awkward and ashamed. He pulled nervously at the soaked cotton of his fashionable clothing.
"Think nothing of it, young one." The man intoned, crossing his legs toward his new guest. The boy saw the tailored black of a pant leg and a fine brown snakeskin patterned shoe. He began to feel out of place, curious as to why his decadent partner would choose to keep himself veiled. From out of the fog, a smooth tan hand, decorated with numerous glittering rings appeared holding a chalice full of the spirits. "Care you for a glass of this fine Gabi de Gabi?" The young visitor coughed a bit, taken by surprise.
"Thank you, but I am not twenty-one, my birthday is in May." His cheeks shot through with heat once more, so embarrassed he was.
"I see." The older man acknowledged. "Crochet, please take us to my temporary residence. We wish to be out of this day."
The ebon means of transport instantly alighted from the gutter, and the tinted windows sealed up, as if on their own. The cigarette residue dissappated, revealing slightly more of the mysterious figure across the way. The man across the cabin was seated comfortably on leopard skin, legs crossed as he held in one hand a goblet and the other gently balancing a fag. Chestnut brown hair was cut sleekly short, partially covering the face, which also was obscured by a pair of dark Armani sunglasses. Pink catlike lips curled into a cheshire grin, the hand possessing the cigarette motioning a bit, gesturing to himself, as if a silent question: Was the Sug member impressed? A slight stirring in the pit of Takeru's stomach, a firmness pressing to the zipper of his rain-soaked cargo pants unknowingly replying; yes.
This kind benefactor, this good Samaritan, this worldly philanthropist that was inviting a lowly Indie PS Company player, this was the legendary best-selling Japanese artist of all time. This was Gackt. Takeru gasped. His breath left him as he recalled his childish excitement about meeting a Kra member beforehand. Now he was in the very berth of the limousine belonging to none other than the man that every J-rock star aspired to be. He felt his heart in his throat, the pounding of it throbbing up against his ribcages.
A sultry and darkly amused laugh echoed across the space, as the S.K.I.N. performer smiled, revealing a row of perfect opalescent teeth.
"Now that we've gotten that all out of our system," the older Asian exclaimed, momentarily glancing down to his own hand to inspect one of the silver skull rings that rested there, "would you like that goblet of Gabi de Gabi now?" Sliding it across the surface toward his starstruck companion, who could do nothing but accept a sip of the heady liquid into his own pinkish mouth. The rush of alcohol warmed him, sulfurlike, making a quick entrance directly to his head, dizzying him with the slight buzz of it. He fought not to cough, aware that the former Malice Mizer vocalist's ever-present gaze was focused directly upon him. Takeru could not help it as his body let the drink take it over, relaxing him into the back of the seat, letting him enjoy the ride and take in the sights and smells of what it must be to be Satoru Okabe.
The I Scream Party performer gradually was made aware of the wheels of the luxury vehicle slowing to a stop. Suddenly, a rush of cold air befell Takeru as the door opened to a gray cityscape. Up and up his eyes traveled to the monolithic apex of the Tokyo Hilton they had arrived in front of.
"We are here." The Fuurin Kazan actor announced, the perfect host. The fine hotel's doors yawned wide, opened by twin bellhops for the international superstar and his still-damp young cohort.
Bodyguards on all sides, the group easily strided into the elevator shaft, and with the press of a numbered button, carrying the party upward towards the thirty-eighth floor. As the elevator doors opened once more, the two rock singers emerged, leaving the rest postitioned along the front of the hall. The younger man looked back as the two of them left their convoy and walked to their destination alone.
From the pocket of his leather jacket, a keycard was produced by the gothic frontman, inserted to the door of a room near the center. For a moment, a go-light flickered, but as he turned the handle, it seemed to lock back. With a cool gesture, once more the Dears figurehead inserted the keycard with vigor, a gesture that rang true and filled the slot, instantly swinging open the door. At the thresh-hold, Takeru's mind idly raced, placing perhaps on an article he had once read, an interview with his very benefactor, that Gackt himself disliked staying in hotels unless he could do so naked. A nervous laugh, but no time to think, as the silently stoic Vanilla perfomer took his hand and pulled him into the suite.
Takeru barely had a moment to notice the expensive suite, before the Moonchild scribe rounded on him and spoke, a bit of a command.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes." He purred. Takeru's manhood became instantly erect, the shock of everything at last catching up with his testosterone. The 7th Breeze singer grinned, looking about for a bathroom, perhaps a complimentary robe in which to retire into.
"Where is the lavatory?" The naive J-rock Invasion addition mused. The New Fist of the North Star seiyuu's smile faded. He raised a hand to remove his shades, revealing two bright blue orbs that pierced into his bubbly houseguest's eyes.
"No." He dejected. "Here."
In a single motion, the blood rushed to the youthful vocalist's face, before quickly draining out again. Unsure, he tugged lightly at his t-shirtsu and removed it, slightly mussing his niveous hair. In one smooth movement, the Cains:Feel founder was at Takeru's side. He exhaled, his hot breath condensing along the pale skin of his lover's petite neck. A hand graciously trailed down the boy's bare torso, pausing only to travel along the waistline of his blue jean cargo pants.
Takeru's body was willing, but his mind could not overcome the nervousness he felt, not only to be in the presence of one such as his mentor, but to be chosen for such an escapade was too much for him to handle. It overtook him, and the younger male tilted his head upward into that of his new paramour's. Their succulent lips met, soft lubrication of lip gloss like a second skin as their mouths mingled together. The kiss was interrupted by the interjection of the future Bunraku star's tongue, winding through as the two vocalists showed that their mouths were much better suited for something other than singing. He was ready.
A gentle push of a stronger and surer hand sent Takeru to the edge of the bed, coming to sit as the Bujingai inspiration leaned over him and made to once again remove his trousers. Deftly was the button excised, but the man had to get to his knees in order to assist the young uke in freeing him from his denim prison.
As his member became exposed, the Yumegiwa Downer performer felt a white-hot rush as he accidentally premature ejaculated into his newly christened seme's hand. A pained cry at his own foolishness, the young SuG singer covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. Clear blue eyes belonging to that of his beloved Gakuto looked lovingly up at him, using his clean hand to remove the protective shield of arms his sub had put up. A smile shared between them, and the Dirge of Cerberus composer whispered,
"Do you know what I have been wanting to do since I first saw you?" Takeru could only stare, a slight shake of his scruffy head. Gackt reached the fingertip of his index finger into the creamy pool resting within his palm. As the milky substance coated the digit, he reached it up and traced the fluid perfectly into the deep crevice of the dimple carved into Takeru's bright and pretty face.
A knock at the door ceased the tender moment between the two men, as Takeru scrambled into the adjacent bathroom. A snuggly terry cloth robe had already been prepared for him, emblazoned with a navy blue cursive T, for Takeru. He opened the door slightly to catch a glimpse of the entrant.
A tall and muscular caucasian male with dark hair stood taking up the doorway. The Oshare boy glanced between this stranger and his own familliar new friend as they spoke to each other in English, a language Takeru did not understand much of. Soon he was spotted by the two chatting, and beckoned over by his boyfriend. Emerging from the bath, he moved to join the two.
It was soon explained to him that this new man was called Josh Hartnett, and he was the costar of his lover's newest foray into film.
"I am wanted back on set, Take-kun." The husky-voiced Mars singer told him. "But we were just in the middle of something." The man looked back to the tall and lean form of the Pearl Harbor actor's presence.
"Perhaps he would like to join in our game." The young squire coquettishly suggested. Two pairs of Japanese shaped eyes fell upon the Lucky Number Slevin star. The three smiled at one another, conspiritorial, as Josh made to remove his collared shirt.
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It must have been past three in the morning as the Verte Aile actor finally retired to the bed and Indie PSC member awaiting him. Petting the young boy on his sweet blonde head, the man gave a tired smile, glad to be alone with his koibito at last.
"It was good tonight, wasn't it?" The sub asked his weary partner.
"A new game is always exciting, is it not, sweetness?" He delivered a soft and tender kiss to the small metal piercing resting just below the dimpled smile of his young lover. "But I can't help but think perhaps you were allured more by our new playmate than me." Takeru giggled, burying his face into the broad fit chest of his older mate.
"Don't be silly. I love you."
"I love you too." Gackt whispered, closing his eyes in preparation for sleep. Takeru smiled another devious smile, watching his beau drift into slumber. He whispered, more to himself than to his more famous counterpart,
"You sure have a lot of connections. Next time I think we should play with Jay Chou again."
The End
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