December Challenge - 25 - The Bet

Jan 01, 2013 02:32

Title - The Bet
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - R (NC-17 maybe?)
Word Count - 2,029
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 lost a bet...


Gackt didn’t lose bets very often, but when he did he was gracious enough to take his forfeit without too many complaints. He especially didn’t mind when he lost a private bet with You, because win or lose he knew that a good night would be had by all. He’d prefer to win of course, and usually did, but on those rare occasions that he was the loser You had always taken care of him in a myriad of ways.

The terms of their bet had been the usual - winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser for a night. The night had begun in Gackt’s living room with Gackt, at You’s request, putting on a show as he’d stripped out of every item of clothing he’d been wearing while You had simply sat back on the couch and watched. Gackt had never been shy about his body and You’s hungry stare that had clung to every newly revealed piece of skin as Gackt had peeled off his shirt and swayed his way out of his pants had simply driven Gackt on.

Gackt had always loved an audience and sometimes, an audience of one was far better than any sold out stadium.

Gackt had expected that once naked, You wouldn’t have been able to take his hands off him but the guitarist hadn’t touched him at all. He’d simply stood up and silently led Gackt downstairs to the bedroom. Gackt had been a slightly disappointed but a little unpredictability from the usually too predictable You had been a nice change.

Once in the bedroom, You had asked Gackt to kneel on the floor and Gackt had thought things were beginning to get interesting. There was so much that could be done while kneeling on the floor, he thought, but none of them had happened. Not then, anyway. You had disappeared from his line of sight and Gackt had exclaimed in surprise when the softest silk had covered his eyes.

You had blindfolded him. Things had definitely been getting interesting.

That was, by Gackt’s estimation, at least ten minutes ago. He was still there, kneeling on the cold floor with a blindfold over his eyes and no hint as to where You was, or what he was doing. Although Gackt was always willing to uphold his end of the bargain and do whatever You asked of him when he lost these bets, he had never been the most patient of men and he was rapidly losing the little patience he had.

The chill of the floor and the bite of the air conditioning served to remind Gackt of how vulnerable and exposed he was, kneeling there naked and blindfolded in the middle of the room. He didn’t understand why, and didn’t care enough to figure it out, but being so bare, powerless and susceptible to whatever You wanted to do to him was a major turn on for him. He had no doubts in his mind that You knew that too, and was purposely exploiting it.

Gackt began humming to himself, his mind turning over the melody of the song he’d been working on earlier. Always the workaholic, Gackt saw these minutes of nothing as a perfect excuse to try and work out those parts of the melody that he’d been unable to perfect earlier. His knees were beginning to hurt and his thighs cramp due to the harshness of the floor and the position he was in but he refused to move. Instead, he launched into the chorus line, his hums becoming louder as he tried to draw You out from whatever corner he was hiding in.

Gackt suspected that You was probably there, somewhere, just watching and testing him. He didn’t know what You was thinking or planning as it was highly unusual for the guitarist to test his obedience like this, but Gackt refused to fail. He may have given up control to You for the night, but he could still exert his own type of control by playing You’s game, and winning. He’d have plenty of opportunities to push the boundaries and turn things around as the night wore on.

Ten minutes had turned into twenty before You finally made his presence known again.

“I’m really tempted to leave you there all night so I could just stare at you,” You said. Gackt thought that You’s voice was coming from behind him, where the bed was. “Plus, it’d be funny.”

Gackt twisted his head a little to try and face the direction of You’s voice. He couldn’t see him, the blindfold made sure of that, but he wanted to show You that he knew where he was. “You could do that but it’d be a waste of your win and a waste of a night.”

“I said I was tempted,” You clarified. Gackt heard the quiet rustling of sheets and knew that he had been right about You’s position, and that You was now moving, “not that I would do it.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Somebody told me once that announcing things in advance is no fun.”

Gackt closed his eyes when he felt You’s fingers run through his hair. Eyes open or eyes shut, it really made no difference to how much he could see. “You really shouldn’t listen to my advice,” Gackt smiled, “I’m a bad influence.”

You laughed. “Everyone has been telling me that since the day I first met you. I haven’t listened to anyone yet, and I won’t listen to anyone now. Especially you.” You tugged gently at Gackt’s hair and Gackt couldn’t hold back the grunt of mixed pain and pleasure that dropped from his lips. “I have plans for you.”

“I was hoping you did,” Gackt said, “there aren’t many people who can get me naked, blindfolded and on my knees for them.”

You circled Gackt so that he was stood in front of him and ran a finger over Gackt’s plush lips. Gackt tried to draw it inside his mouth, but You resisted the gesture. “You can’t let it go, can you?” You stated, expecting no answer from Gackt. “You can’t stop your smart mouth for even a few minutes and always have to push.”

Gackt smiled again. “I’m surprised you expect me to. The terms of the bet are that I have to do what you ask me to, not that I remain silent and pass up every opportunity to push you.”

“Then I need to leave you with no opportunities to talk,” You said.

Gackt could hear the smile in You’s voice and found himself smiling back. “Something like that,” Gackt grinned.

“Let’s begin by putting that mouth of yours to use, hmm?”

Gackt continued grinning. “Whatever you say.”

Although Gackt knew that You was stood in front of him, the blindfold ensured that he didn’t know exactly <>where. He could smell You’s cologne and even hear the man breathing so he knew that You was close. Gackt tentatively reached out with his hands and soon found You’s denim clad thighs only a few inches away from him. He ran his hands up those thighs, slowly and deliberately, biting back a smirk when he heard You’s breath hitch, and traced the path across to You’s zipper with his fingers.

Even with the disadvantage of being blindfolded, it didn’t take Gackt long to have You’s jeans open and, along with his underwear, bunched around his thighs. As Gackt sat back on his heels, impatiently waiting for You to step out of his jeans so that his bottom half was gloriously naked, Gackt found that for the first time that night he was genuinely beginning to resent the blindfold. Having one of his senses taken from him and the power shift that had caused had been both interesting and erotic to him, and it still was, but it was also now robbing him of the chance of seeing his lover bared before him. It was stopping him from seeing the way You’s mouth would undoubtedly silently drop open when Gackt took his cock in hand, just like it always did, and meant that Gackt couldn’t see how You’s eyes fluttered closed when Gackt placed that first tentative lick to the head of You’s cock.

Gackt had done this to You enough times over the years to have all of the guitarists reactions memorised. He could see them in his mind’s eye, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them occur. It was frustrating and unfair, but that was probably something else that You knew and was exploiting.

You was rapidly hardening as Gackt continued to stroke his cock, his mouth moving lower to tease You’s balls. Gackt planted his right hand on You’s thigh as his left carried on working You’s cock and he loved the feel of You’s powerful quad muscles quivering slightly underneath his hand. He turned his mouth’s attention to You’s cock and licked from base to tip in one, slow motion. You cursed under his breath and Gackt’s lips broke out into another smirk before he finally wrapped them around You’s head and sucked, hard.

Gackt could tell from the increased rhythm of You’s breathing, the occasional curse and groan and the still twitching muscles in the guitarist’s legs that You was enjoying the blow job as much as he ever did, but Gackt was highly disappointed that You wasn’t touching him. Normally, if You was in one of his softer moods he’d be stroking Gackt’s face and running his fingers through his hair. In his rougher moods, like tonight seemed to be, he’d be holding Gackt’s head in place as he thrust into Gackt’s waiting mouth. Either way, there would be some contact.

But You hadn’t touched him other than two all too short strokes of his hair. He hadn’t touched him after Gackt had stripped, not when he led Gackt downstairs, not when he blindfolded him and not now that Gackt was taking him down his throat. Gackt was a tactile lover who loved to be touched, whether it was gently or roughly, and the lack of anything from You was driving him crazy.

Not touching him. Just another thing to add to the rapidly growing list of ways You was purposely exploiting his weaknesses.

Gackt wasn’t willing to let You play him like that. He wouldn’t defy You’s orders as that would be breaking the terms of the bet he’d agreed to and Gackt was, if nothing else, true to his word, but he could still push. He could still seize every opportunity he could find to try and manipulate and exploit You just as much as he was being manipulated. The main benefit of holding down a long term relationship, Gackt thought, was learning exactly what buttons to press.

Gackt changed his grip on You’s thighs so that his hands were wrapped around the back, underneath You’s ass instead of clinging to the front below his hip bones. You was so lost in the feel of Gackt’s teeth gently teasing the sensitive ridges on the underside of his cock that he barely registered when Gackt’s hands shifted further inwards and upwards.

You did notice, however, when Gackt’s index finger pressed against his entrance.

Gackt was not surprised when You batted his hand away, but he was disappointed when You did nothing more. There was still no hand in his hair encouraging him to take more of You into his mouth, no fingers stroking his face because You just loved to touch him… nothing.

He began humming his new song again, not caring this time if the melody worked or if it didn’t, and took You’s cock down his throat as far as he could. You was still holding back and still testing him and it was driving Gackt crazy. That was his role in the relationship - the eternal sadistic tease, always toying with You because that was his nature and because You allowed him to. You had always been more straight forward and never one to withhold affection purely to gain a reaction.

The tables had turned and Gackt wasn’t entirely sure he liked that.

~owari

character : gackt, pairing : gackt x you, challenge : december, rating : r, character : you

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