(no subject)

[gothgaku]

Who: Ji-chan and Gakkun
What: Wherein our Hollow One needs filling and he meets a clever companion, Fox and Bat hang out and look out for number one, number one is lost and a foreign influence interrupts the flow of their night, and it all ends with a bath and a nap and a promise for something more.
When: Night one of the Quei Jin invasion.
Where: A club in Shinjuku.



Jiroh is lounging outside the club, trying to decide if he actually wants to go in. It's smoky and he's tired and...yeah.

Gakkun thinks he seriously needs to get laid tonight. After meeting Hunters the past two nights and getting absolutely no cock, he's ready to go INSANE.

Jiroh sees the cutesy redhead and stifles a yawn. On the one hand: hot piece of ass, on the other: he's a little too lazy to pursue tonight. He's considering just packing it in and going home.

Gakkun spots the cute little orange haired sweetie pie in the corner. Mmmm. That could be interesting. Time to make a new friend! And cop a feel or twenty.

"Hello there, dreamboy. What's keeping you up late at night?"

Jiroh blinks and a slow smile lights his features.

"I'd say 'the same thing as you', but that's gotten me into trouble in the past."

Gakkun knew a lazy one when he saw them, so cute. Flop right over on you after the deed was done, snuggle for a while, drop off. Fun. Gakuto was wearing a classic goth ensemble today, visual kei style with long black boots, black short-shorts, long black coat and even a matching feather boa. He licked the boa up the side of the blonde's neck.

"Trouble isn't always a bad thing to get into, don't you think?"

Jiroh turns a little, head still leaning against the wall and he swipes playfully at the feather boa.

"Not when it looks like you, I imagine."

Jiroh is dressed in baggy jeans and a skintight red tshirt with a pink star on the front. Yes, his cons are red, too.

Gakkun loops the boa around the other's neck, dragging him slowly out to the dance floor. It was time to work out some SERIOUS frustration.

"Lets have some fun, sweetheart."

Jiroh follows - it never occurs to him to object - and he hooks a finger into the back of those incredibly enticing little shorts. "Well, since you asked so nicely and all..." He is smiling as he says it.

Gakkun gets right into it, waving his arms in supple movements to the music and grinding against the taller boy, falling into the rhythm. Aaahhh, so much better! Hmm... Something about this kid was kicking off Gakuto's wierd shit-o-meter. Whatever! Better to run his hands up the front of that tight shirt, yes? And tease the other's lips just a little with his own.

Jiroh is not quite so sweet and innocent as he looks, though he prefers to pretend otherwise as long as the situation calls for it. With this boy, however, things were a bit different. This was no man that would require finessing, planning, divine trickery. This was a pretty little hellraiser who liked to have fun. Jiroh enjoyed the distinction. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around the pretty redhead.
Palms flat against the boy's back, he tugs him even closer and leans in to stare right into his eyes.

"Do you do this often?"

Gakkun falls right into his rhythm, pressing against him in a mockery of obedience, favoring him with a flick of his tongue over pink lips.

"I do it all the time. It's my religion, baby."

Jiroh answers that with a genuine smile and nuzzles against the boy's sweet neck. He smelled like candy or something soft and sweet. He rubs the boy's back and moves with him, swaying and touching - though his movements weren't quite as overt, quite as sexual.

"I don't believe in religion...at least, I haven't in the past."

Gakkun smiles at him, enjoying the swaying motions. A nice sweet change of pace, really. Gakuto ran a finger down his cheek.

"All right then, my way of life? Hmhmhm. It's who I am and what I do. Everyone has something like that, yeah? A paradigm, hm?"

Jiroh hums his agreement and rubs his cheek against Gakuto's like a lazy cat. Arms around the shorter boy's waist, he lifts him off his feet when he turns in a little circle. Before he puts the boy down again, he sighs against Gakuto's ear. "Mmmm, yeah. And you smell like cotton candy."

'Thank you Body Fantasies.'

Gakkun moves his hands up the other's back, digging into his hair and massaging the small of his back. He smelled good too... Though not as good as Gakuto himself, naturally.

"I try."

Jiroh giggles a little, the sound of his laughter doesn't seem as though it matches him but still he dances, as though this never occurs to him.

"Why'd you want to dance with me, anyway? I don't really think I'm your usual type, am I?"

"Why do I want to dance with you?"

The more Gakuto touched and smelled this sweet boy, the more he got the feeling he wasn't human.

"Becuase you looked like fun. And you were such a lonely figure in the corner over there, who's divine assistance other than mine would you have needed? Heh. Besides, I think you'd be a great partner to help pick up boys who ARE more my type."

Time for a little innuendo.

"And we could talk about mutual secrets."

Jiroh almost smiled. Gakuto was enough like him that things could certainly become interesting. In any event, hanging out with someone like this pretty redhead sure beat the the hell out of hanging around the apartment, hacking people's message boards and stirring up trouble. Jiroh wrapped both arms around Gakuto and pressed his palms flat against his belly as he moved against him. Jiroh could give as good as he got. "Hm. Secrets. Something tells me you have plenty of secrets, red."

Gakuto's hands covered the ones on his belly and he ground back, his movements the swinging of a pendulum against the curve of a bowl. Being as close in size as they were made fitting together rather easy. And standing back to front as they were, Gakuto was able to pick out a prime target. Tall, but stocky and muscular with great legs and a chest that stretched his shirt out a bit. A soccer player's build maybe? Gakuto put a little magical flare into his eyes and movements, making sure the pair of them were noticed. The expression of magic ran through him and enhanced the feeling that his current companion was more than he seemed.

"I do have lots of them. But I only give as good as I get. So, are you vanilla?"

Jiroh *did* smile at that and he responded just as Gakuto would have wanted him to. He lowered his head to the curve of the redhead's neck and nibbled along his jawline to rub his cheek against his partner's. Sliding his hands down a little lower, just enough to tease, he knew exactly who Gakuto had his eye on. He laughed softly before tracing the shell of Gakuto's ear with his tongue. "I can be. I can be whatever the situation requires me to be. I think you know that, already."

A shapeshifter, Gakuto figured. Lovely. The tall soccer-player looking fellow made his way over to them as if in a trance, enraptured by a combination of Mind magic and pure arousal. Gakuto purred at the treatment Jiroh was giving his ear and neck. Such a lovely hot mouth he had too, mmm.

"I am who I am, but I can makes things be like I want them too. Like him, for example. Nice piece of meat and he's all ours, for tonight at least. Hmhmhm."

"Mmm and I'm starving. You have such impeccable timing." Jiroh slid his fingertips just in the waistband of Gakuto's shorts and tipped his head to trail kisses down his neck. "He looks happy to see us - who gets to go first?"

Gakuto chuckled lightly, encouraging Jiroh's hand lower with a quirk of his hips. Hmhmhm... Who gets to go first? Sounded like a challenge to Gakuto.

"I think he should decide. Ne, big boy? Which of us do you want first?"

Gakuto seperated from their little dance, dragging the newcomer between them. No reason not to have equal ground to fight on, after all. The redheaded goth setteled against the man's front, pouting up at him mock-sweetly and running a hand down his chest and abs. Oooh, nice abs.

Oh, but this one was good. Jiroh nuzzled against the man's back, leaning up to nip his shoulder as he gripped Gakuto's waist with one hand and rubbed the man's cock with the other. His eyes flashed over their prey's shoulder and he watched with no small amount of arousal as the man reached out to touch Gakuto's hair, letting it slip through his fingers as though in a daze. His voice was husky, like he hadn't spoken in days, when he leaned in to nose against Gakuto's hair. "You. Him. Whatever you want."

Ah yes, Gakuto did love having the universe at his fingertips. And this man's fingertips on his scalp. Funny how the two went together so well. His hand joined Jirou's on his crotch. Hmmm, not bad at all, but Tachibana-san's was much better. Pity that prize had been waylaid by business. Gakuto's unoccupied hand slid up to grasp the man's hair, tugging it to the side so he could lean over and kiss Jirou sliding his tongue into the other's mouth, an oral dance.

"Mmmm... Ne, how about a Gakuto sandwich, then? As long as dear Jirou doesn't mind a bit of my lip service."

Gakuto hadn't been fucked for almost a week. He was going first if he had to play some dirty tricks to get it.

The thoughts that Jiroh was having on the subject were such that - if he'd spoken them aloud - he doubted the three of them would make it beyond the city limits before somebody was on his knees in an alley. He made some small, soft sound and allowed Gakuto to lead their kiss, responding with little licks and slow, sucking kisses and it wasn't even something he needed to consider when he moved his hand to grip Gakuto's perfect little ass. He could almost read Gakuto's thoughts just by looking into those hard, glittering eyes. God, but he was beautiful. The little bitch.

"Dear Jiroh doesn't mind one bit."

Gakuto grinned rogueishly, scarlet eyes glittering. Time to dine. He ran a hand up the tall man's arm, asking out that his name was Ichiro. Feh. Boring name. Oh well. Gakuto wrapped his arms around one of Ichirou's. These tall manly men always liked a pretty thing on their arm, after all.

"So, ne, Ichiro-chan? Why don't you bring Ji-chan and me to your place so we can have fun?"

The man nodded slowly, taking a moment to process the command Gakuto issued him. He then started stroking his hair again and rubbing down Jirou's thigh until the little Mage snapped him to attention and started for the door.

"Some men, I swear. They get like this and all reason flies out the door. Good thing we're such strong willed specimens, ne Ji-chan?"

Jiroh wraps both arms around one of Ichiro's and slides one hand into his pocket. Oh my. Jiroh licked his lips and flashed Gakuto a little grin. "Strong will and pure talent." He reaches behind Ichiro's back and trails fingertips over the curve of Gakuto's back. "So much for being bored."

Jiroh has plans for this poor bastard. When he wakes up tomorrow, he'll think he's been gangbanged.

Unfortunately, the man had apparently walked to the club. Damn. Oh well. In his long coat Gakuto looked even more fabulous than usual anyway. And Ichirou made for a good heater. It would be fun sharing him. Hmm. Sharing. What a novel concept it made for.

Gakuto made idle banter with Jirou as they walked along, their drone-like companion between them. Then, like a cold wind blasting him in the face, he got the sudden feeling that he needed to MOVE. So he did. He first pushed Jirou to the side, then dove for the ground. A sound like splitting wood reverberated through the deserted street and Ichirou-chan fell like a pile of sticks, cut in many different places. Gakuto stared for a moment, blinked a few times. Then became very red in the face... He had been SO FUCKING CLOSE to getting some dick!

The person standing in front of them with a chinese dao was obviously the culprit. The structure of her face and complexion marked her as being chinese in descent. She stared at the two supernaturals impassively, silently, whipping some of their boy-toy's blood off the blade before taking a martial stance. Gakuto's eyes narrowed.

"You gaijin CUNT! How the FUCK dare you!? You're gonna die GOOD for that! HAAAH!"

The little Mage launched himself forward with surprising speed and power as he channeled his Forces magic. Suddenly, his own gravity was at his will, his center of balance shifting at his every move to perfect his balance, and his strikes amplified tenfold by the increases in velocity and weight. He twisted his body, bringing his booted heel down and cracking the pavement open where the chinese bitch had been standing before she dodged away with terrible speed.

"Fuck! Look out Jiroh!"

He should have been prepared, he should have been ready for any possible attack - but he hadn't been. And now his ride was dead. Back flat against the wall he stayed where he was. Jiroh's reflexes were quick - he could take stock of the situation and do what he needed to do to keep himself safe. Looking at Gakuto now, he knew that his companion was perfectly able to take care of himself.

Shields were unnecessary - his friend was a mage. He narrowed his eyes, his features sharpening just enough to let Gakuto know he was ready for whatever came his way.

"Now who'm I gonna fuck? Kill that fucking bitch."

If Jiroh's ears had been visible, they'd be flat against his head.

Gakuto grinned ferally in agreement with Ji-chan. He would have nothing less than this bitch's death now. She charged forward, swinging the sword in a flashing arc that Gakuto ducked under, benging his body nearly in half and at the knees as well, his gravity shifting easily to support him. The mages hands planted on the ground behind him and he performed an easy backflip, connecting with the woman's chin and sending her sliding back on her ass. Another shift of balance sent him flying forward, splitting concrete again as she escaped a blow that would have collapsed her ribcage.

"Bitch is fast! I can't do any big magic without getting Doxed for it in a place like this! Got any tricks up that sexy sleeve?"

Jiroh shivered, tipping his chin up as though seeking the slight breeze before it got away from him. He seemed to shimmer with energy and, for a moment, Gakuto can see what he truly is beneath this form. Used to being the illusionist when a situation called for it, this was no time to divert trouble - trouble had already found *them*. His eyes sparked when he looked at Gakuto and all hint of playfulness vanishes. His lips curl in a snarl and he shivers again.

"I wouldn't call it a trick, exactly." Sinking into a crouch, Jiroh focused his attention on their attacker. "If she comes at you again - I'll rip out her throat. You'd better be ready to run fast."

Faint orange trails of light shimmered over Jiroh's skin as he seemed to crouch even further and when he shifted, it was precisely the type of magic that Gakuto was used to playing with. Watching Jiroh shift was enough to make him question if it had really happened or if he were looking at a really good illusion. When the little fox bared its teeth, snarling low in its throat, it was obvious enough it was real.

A fox? How appropriate. But Gakuto didn't have time to think about it too much as the woman rushed forward again. She was starting to adapt to his movements quickly... they'd have to take her out fast. The sword came again and Gakuto shifted to the left with an afterimage as it dove for his gut. He turned to touch the blade, getting a long slice along his palm for his troubles, but the gravity around it amplified many times and the change in weight surprised her to the point where her arm dropped to struggle with it. Gakuto then leapt backwards, calling out harshly.

"Now!"

Jiroh sprang, three fluffy tails wound around each other close to his back. The sound he made when he sank his claws into her shoulder shattered the windshield of a nearby car and there seemed to be almost no lapse of time between when he sprang and when he bit down hard into the woman's soft neck. He shook his head, blood spurting all over his fur, and even still, she was powerful enough to grab hold of him and try to hurt him.

He didn't break his hold, but he made an eerie whimpering sound. Jiroh had made something of a mess - and the woman meant to inflict a little damage of her own before she died.

Gakuto wasn't normally in the business of caring about people, but Jiroh was just far too interesting and far too much fun to let go of. The Hollow One became even more pissed. Even if it was vulgar, he had to do something. Jiroh's deathhold on the woman was perfect too... When fortune handed you an opportunity, you took it.

"Hang in there, Kitsune-chan. I'm coming."

His right hand glowed with kinetic force as Gakuto charged, slamming his center of gravity forward and into his hand, the snow on the ground beneath him melting away into steam as his hand and arm penetrated the Quei Jin's body and burst her ribcage from her body. She let out a gurgling cry as her insides were turned into ground beef. She began to rot away and Gakuto leapt back in disgust, dropping his spells.

"Oi, Jiroh, you all right?"

The kitsune made a hacking sound and he shook his head, scraping his tongue against his teeth and pawing at his face. He backed away quickly, fur ruffled up around his shoulder blades and - almost comically - he shot Gakuto a baleful glance. Against the wall again, he could almost blend into the shadows when the faint light glimmered along his blood soaked fur and his image seemed to waver a bit, like a hologram, before he shook his tails out and returned to his human form again. One minute he was on all fours on the sidewalk, the next, he was slumped against the concrete wall, breathing fast and looking a little put out.

"I've been worse." He grinned then, smile flashing through the blood smeared on his face. "It's a good thing I'm not vanilla, huh, Gakkun?" He snickered, that silly little giggle. "You little bad ass, you."

Gyah, but that slag had tasted awful. Gakuto didn't know it yet, but he was totally helping out in the bathtub tonight.

Gakuto shook his arm off, the cold rot and rancid blood clinging unpleasantly. Dear gods but were the undead disgusting.

"I know I'm good. You're not so bad yourself, little furry. She was just a punk anyway, no match for us."

Gakuto spat on her blackened remains.

"So, shall we get out of here before we get Ichirou-chan's death pinned on us? I think we need a good washing after so much exertion."

Gakuto's muscles burned. He was no life mage, moving so much faster than normal hyperextended his muscles and stressed his bones. Only the forces magic wrapped around him kept his skin from burning and rupturing.

"So, your place or mine?"

Lifting up his shirt to wipe his face, Jiroh jerked a hand through his hair, streaking it green and black and basically making it look worse. He reached toward Gakuto and then thought better of it, letting his hand drop to his side.

"My place is right up the block. It's not much, but we can hide out and see what happens."

He looked over at the their dead hobby horse. Dammit. He sighed. "Man, this sucks. We might as well take a bath and go to bed."

He swept Gakuto with an assessing glance and looked around before motioning to Gakuto and heading across the street. "You need to rest. You can do that at my place."

Gakuto stretched and winced.

"I'll be fine... Just need a nice hot bath. With you, preferably. Come on then, 'Tsune-chan."

The little redhead sighed and shook out his coat and was ready to follow Jiroh wherever he went. Yeah, a nice bath and a nap sounded great. As did a little 69 maybe? Who knew?

Jiroh's little giggle drifted back to Gakuto and he turned to grin at him as he led the redhead across the sidewalk. His apartment was no more than two minutes away.

"How 'bout that lip service, hm, Gakkun?"

Jiroh was looking forward to getting clean, getting off and wrapping himself around Gakuto for a little nap. Okay, for a long nap.

"I'd be glad to, Ji-chan. If you wouldn't mind scratching a rather deep itch for me."

Yes. A good rundown and then a nice rest. What better to end off a hard night? Harder, of course.