Repayment
Title - Repayment
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 352
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 is showing You his new stage costume
Notes - I wrote this last summer and always intended to go back and finish it (to get that rating up to NC-17!), but as it's now March and I haven't I'm admitting defeat. I kinda like what I have so far though so I'm posting.
“Do I make a good Gakupo?”
You looked up from the manga book he was reading and nearly dropped it. Gackt, his best friend, partner in crime and lover of many years was standing a few feet in front of him in a long purple wig, long black coat, a black shirt and…
“Is that a skirt?”
Gackt smoothed down the material that was clinging to his hips and thighs. “I don’t think pants would have worked. So, do I make a good Gakupo?”
You watched as Gackt turned around slowly on the spot, the long strands of his wig following a few seconds later. “I thought Gakupo was more samurai and less visual kei than this.”
“I’m a visual kei samurai,” Gackt said with a smile. “I thought you’d like the skirt and the corset at least.”
“Corset?” You asked.
Gackt pulled his coat open more and pointed to his waist. “You hadn’t noticed?”
No, You hadn’t noticed. He also hadn’t noticed the split in Gackt’s skirt, on his right leg, and now that Gackt had adjusted his stance slightly You could see the knee high boots and stockings he wore underneath.
“Stockings?”
Gackt smirked. “I think thigh high stockings work better than bare legs for this outfit, don’t you agree, You-kun?”
“…Gakkun…?” You asked hesitantly.
“Yes?” Gackt answered, his smirk still firmly attached to his glossed lips.
“Do you remember last month, when I let you do that thing you had always wanted to. In the kitchen. With the handcuffs and the kimchi?”
Gackt closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. He’d always remember that night. “I remember.”
“You said that as a reward, you’d give me one night where I could do whatever I wanted with you.”
Gackt paused. “Yes, I did say that.” And the look in You’s eye was seriously making him regret it.
“I know we’re alone right now, so I want tonight to be that night.”
Gackt sighed. “And you want me to stay in this outfit?”
“Yes,” You answered before reconsidering slightly. “At least until I decide to strip you out of it.”
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 352
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 is showing You his new stage costume
Notes - I wrote this last summer and always intended to go back and finish it (to get that rating up to NC-17!), but as it's now March and I haven't I'm admitting defeat. I kinda like what I have so far though so I'm posting.
“Do I make a good Gakupo?”
You looked up from the manga book he was reading and nearly dropped it. Gackt, his best friend, partner in crime and lover of many years was standing a few feet in front of him in a long purple wig, long black coat, a black shirt and…
“Is that a skirt?”
Gackt smoothed down the material that was clinging to his hips and thighs. “I don’t think pants would have worked. So, do I make a good Gakupo?”
You watched as Gackt turned around slowly on the spot, the long strands of his wig following a few seconds later. “I thought Gakupo was more samurai and less visual kei than this.”
“I’m a visual kei samurai,” Gackt said with a smile. “I thought you’d like the skirt and the corset at least.”
“Corset?” You asked.
Gackt pulled his coat open more and pointed to his waist. “You hadn’t noticed?”
No, You hadn’t noticed. He also hadn’t noticed the split in Gackt’s skirt, on his right leg, and now that Gackt had adjusted his stance slightly You could see the knee high boots and stockings he wore underneath.
“Stockings?”
Gackt smirked. “I think thigh high stockings work better than bare legs for this outfit, don’t you agree, You-kun?”
“…Gakkun…?” You asked hesitantly.
“Yes?” Gackt answered, his smirk still firmly attached to his glossed lips.
“Do you remember last month, when I let you do that thing you had always wanted to. In the kitchen. With the handcuffs and the kimchi?”
Gackt closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. He’d always remember that night. “I remember.”
“You said that as a reward, you’d give me one night where I could do whatever I wanted with you.”
Gackt paused. “Yes, I did say that.” And the look in You’s eye was seriously making him regret it.
“I know we’re alone right now, so I want tonight to be that night.”
Gackt sighed. “And you want me to stay in this outfit?”
“Yes,” You answered before reconsidering slightly. “At least until I decide to strip you out of it.”
~owari