Anything YouxGackt
Title: Anything
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: You x Gackt
Genre: Romance, smut
Warning/Disclaimer: Contains naughty things. There would be pictures and videos if Gackt and You belonged to me.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Gackt promises to let You do anything to him on his birthday, and makes him wait all throughout his party.
Author's Comment: Happy birthday to You! Like all smut fics, this story was a pain to write. I almost quit writing it a couple times, but managed to finish it up today.
You drained his wine glass as he watched Gackt talking to Junji. His lover had thrown a huge birthday party for him in his mansion, which You had loved. Gackt had planned out everything down to the tiniest detail, determined to give You the best birthday party he’d ever had. The party had lasted for hours, and now the members of GacktJOB were the only ones left. As much as You adored his band mates, he really just wanted them to leave so he could be alone with Gackt, who looked absolutely irresistible in the simple jeans and t-shirt that You loved to see him wear.
Gackt, sensing his gaze, glanced over and gave him a flirty smile. You wondered if his band mates would care if he grabbed Gackt and dragged him into their bedroom. They probably wouldn’t hear Gackt from out here… but then again Gackt was never able to keep quiet when he was with You.
“See something you like?” Chacha laughed as he came up to You.
The taller man didn’t take his eyes off his lover. “Yes.” Gackt continued speaking with Junji, but now that he knew You was watching him he made sure to tease him. Gackt adjusted his shirt or did a lazy stretch which made the fabric ride up and expose his toned stomach.
Chacha nudged You forward. “Go on, you’ve been undressing Gackt with your eyes for the last three hours.”
“Have I?” It felt like it’d been longer. Ever since Gackt had woken him up with a steamy kiss and purred in the most sultry voice he could muster that after You’s party was over he could do anything to Gackt that he wanted, all You had wanted to do was lock him and Gackt in a room for the rest of the day and forget about his birthday party.
“Yes, you have.” Chacha checked his watch. “I’ll see you tomorrow, so it’s all right to cut your party short. I think you’re about to kick us out soon anyway.”
You set his wine glass aside. “Take Chirolyn and Junji with you.”
Chacha stole his attention away from Gackt long enough to hug him. “Happy birthday, You. Have fun with Gackt, but don’t make him lose his voice.”
You hugged him back. “Thank you.” His eyes found Gackt again. “Oh I’ll have plenty of fun with him. I won’t, he’d throw a fit if I did.”
Chacha chuckled. “Doesn’t he always?” He ruffled You’s hair then drew back. “Go get him.” He ushered Chirolyn and Junji out of the house after saying goodbye to You and wishing him happy birthday. You pounced as soon as the door closed behind Chacha. He grabbed Gackt and pushed him against the wall before kissing him eagerly, hands roaming Gackt’s body as they’d longed to do all day.
“Mm,” Gackt knotted his fingers in You’s hair and kissed him back. “Did you enjoy your party?”
“Loved it.” You drew back a little and trailed kisses down Gackt’s throat, pausing to nip at his collarbones. Gackt let out a breathy sigh and pressed You closer, making a pleased noise as You continued to shower his neck and collarbones with attention. It was such a relief to be alone with the soloist and to have his hands all over that perfect body that had been driving You insane all day.
Gackt slipped a hand under You’s t-shirt. “Did you decide what you,” he gasped as You bit his neck, “want to do to me?”
“I can do anything to you?”
“Anything.”
“Whatever I want?”
Gackt rolled his eyes. “Yes.”
You studied the gorgeous man in front of him. Dirty fantasies about what he wanted to do to Gackt had floated through his head all day. “First, I want you to strip for me.”
“And then?” Gackt’s voice was a husky purr as he slid his hands down his chest, toying with the hem of his t-shirt before slowly raising it inch by torturous inch to expose more and more of his muscular chest. You’s fingers itched to rip the shirt off, but he resisted the urge. Gackt loved to tease, and You wasn’t going to let him win tonight.
“You’ll see.”
The soloist finally slipped the shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground, teasingly running his hands along his body and keeping his eyes on You the entire time as his hands trailed down to the waistband of his jeans. He popped out the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. Again, You resisted the urge to yank the pants down. Gackt grinned as he pushed the jeans down his legs and stepped out of them, proudly exposing his naked body since he hadn’t bothered with underwear today.
You couldn’t resist that pale, perfect skin any longer. He pulled Gackt back into another passionate kiss and ran his hands all over his lover’s muscular body. Sometimes it was hard to believe that the man standing before him now was the same rail-thin brat he’d met and fought with all those years ago. Both of them had grown up so much over the years, and Gackt looked incredible now.
Panting, the soloist drew back first. “Where do you want me?”
You kissed him again. “Kitchen.”
Gackt raised an eyebrow. “The kitchen?”
“On your new table.” You had had a few graphic dreams about having sex on that table, and had been dying to make his fantasies a reality.
Gackt smirked as he slipped his hands beneath You’s shirt again and pulled it off. “Whatever you want.” He slid his hand down You’s back before walking into the kitchen. You locked the front door and removed his jeans and boxers as quickly as he could before following his lover. The soloist had already positioned himself on the table when You joined him, lying back and spreading his legs widely before tracing an inviting hand up his thigh. You immediately moved between Gackt’s legs and stroked his hands up the soloist’s sides as he leaned down for a kiss. Gackt wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting You take control.
The guitarist drew back, kissing down Gackt’s chest. “Lube?”
Gackt pressed a tube into his hand in response. You straightened up, looking down at his lover as he uncapped it and thoroughly coated his fingers in lube. You slid the first finger into him. Gackt let out a soft moan and hooked one a leg around the guitarist’s waist to bring him closer. You soon added a second finger and started to scissor them.
Gackt groaned. “H-Hurry up.”
You pulled his fingers back. Two could play this game. “You teased me earlier so if you want me to continue with this, you’ll let me go at my own pace.”
A sulky look crossed Gackt’s face, but he didn’t vocalize his complaints. Both of them wanted this, and You could tell how much Gackt enjoyed having him in charge. The other man always wanted to be the one in control in every aspect of his life, but You was one of the rare few that was allowed to take away that control when it came to sex.
You kissed Gackt again as he pushed his fingers back into him, slipping in a third. A faint smile crossed his lips at the impatient look Gackt gave him. Sometimes he wanted it slow and sweet, but neither of them wanted that now. He angled his wrist and pressed his fingers against Gackt’s prostate.
“Ohh, You!” the soloist let out a loud moan and arched his back off the table.
Hearing Gackt moaning his name had always been a turn on. “Keep saying my name,” You kissed Gackt’s shoulder as he continued to press his fingers against that spot, enjoying every moan and gasp he drew from Gackt.
You was tempted to draw this out and tease his lover, but he was too impatient to resist. The sexual tension had been building between them all day until You would felt he would explode from desire. Now that he had Gackt where he wanted him, he couldn’t hold back. You withdrew his fingers and reached for the lube again. Gackt watched him as You coated his erection in the lube. He then leaned back over Gackt and kissed him again, holding his hips as he slowly slid into his lover. Gackt groaned and gripped You’s shoulders tightly while the other man held still, letting Gackt adjust to him.
“You, you can… move,” Gackt gasped out.
You didn’t need to be told twice. He drew back then pushed into Gackt again, looking down at his lover. He enjoyed watching Gackt’s face when they had sex since to him, Gackt was at his most beautiful here - lying under You, face flushed and hair clinging to his skin as he moaned out You’s name with his rich voice.
The guitarist leaned down for a kiss and threaded his fingers in Gackt’s silky hair. The soloist returned the kiss, ripping his mouth away with a scream as You angled his hips. “YOU!” Gackt arched off the table and dug his nails into You’s shoulders, ecstasy crossing his face.
You kissed Gackt’s neck as he continued to strike that spot. The soloist’s legs tightened around his waist as You trailed a hand down Gackt’s thigh and wrapped it around his erection, stroking him in time to his thrusts. “You! Oh, faster… m-more,” Gackt gasped out as he pressed You down for another messy kiss. You obliged, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Gackt always had that effect on him.
It wasn’t long before You felt Gackt tensing under him. “You!” he shouted out You’s name one last time and came hard, slumping back against the table, panting harshly to get his breath back.
You groaned as Gackt tightened around him and slumped down on his lover, panting too as he stroked Gackt’s hair out of his face. Sex with Gackt was always wonderful, and this had been the perfect birthday present.
* * *
Gackt laid his head on You’s shoulder, looking just as tired as the birthday boy. After the table sex - which You would think about every time he ate there - You had taken Gackt into the bedroom, letting Gackt be in charge this time. Both of them were spent after two rounds of mind-blowing sex.
“Happy birthday.” Gackt looked up at him. “Did you get everything you wanted?”
You nodded. “I already have everything I want.” He smiled and pressed Gackt closer. He’d wanted Gackt for years, and all his birthday wishes had come true when he and Gackt had become a couple.
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairing: You x Gackt
Genre: Romance, smut
Warning/Disclaimer: Contains naughty things. There would be pictures and videos if Gackt and You belonged to me.
Rating: NC-17
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Gackt promises to let You do anything to him on his birthday, and makes him wait all throughout his party.
Author's Comment: Happy birthday to You! Like all smut fics, this story was a pain to write. I almost quit writing it a couple times, but managed to finish it up today.
You drained his wine glass as he watched Gackt talking to Junji. His lover had thrown a huge birthday party for him in his mansion, which You had loved. Gackt had planned out everything down to the tiniest detail, determined to give You the best birthday party he’d ever had. The party had lasted for hours, and now the members of GacktJOB were the only ones left. As much as You adored his band mates, he really just wanted them to leave so he could be alone with Gackt, who looked absolutely irresistible in the simple jeans and t-shirt that You loved to see him wear.
Gackt, sensing his gaze, glanced over and gave him a flirty smile. You wondered if his band mates would care if he grabbed Gackt and dragged him into their bedroom. They probably wouldn’t hear Gackt from out here… but then again Gackt was never able to keep quiet when he was with You.
“See something you like?” Chacha laughed as he came up to You.
The taller man didn’t take his eyes off his lover. “Yes.” Gackt continued speaking with Junji, but now that he knew You was watching him he made sure to tease him. Gackt adjusted his shirt or did a lazy stretch which made the fabric ride up and expose his toned stomach.
Chacha nudged You forward. “Go on, you’ve been undressing Gackt with your eyes for the last three hours.”
“Have I?” It felt like it’d been longer. Ever since Gackt had woken him up with a steamy kiss and purred in the most sultry voice he could muster that after You’s party was over he could do anything to Gackt that he wanted, all You had wanted to do was lock him and Gackt in a room for the rest of the day and forget about his birthday party.
“Yes, you have.” Chacha checked his watch. “I’ll see you tomorrow, so it’s all right to cut your party short. I think you’re about to kick us out soon anyway.”
You set his wine glass aside. “Take Chirolyn and Junji with you.”
Chacha stole his attention away from Gackt long enough to hug him. “Happy birthday, You. Have fun with Gackt, but don’t make him lose his voice.”
You hugged him back. “Thank you.” His eyes found Gackt again. “Oh I’ll have plenty of fun with him. I won’t, he’d throw a fit if I did.”
Chacha chuckled. “Doesn’t he always?” He ruffled You’s hair then drew back. “Go get him.” He ushered Chirolyn and Junji out of the house after saying goodbye to You and wishing him happy birthday. You pounced as soon as the door closed behind Chacha. He grabbed Gackt and pushed him against the wall before kissing him eagerly, hands roaming Gackt’s body as they’d longed to do all day.
“Mm,” Gackt knotted his fingers in You’s hair and kissed him back. “Did you enjoy your party?”
“Loved it.” You drew back a little and trailed kisses down Gackt’s throat, pausing to nip at his collarbones. Gackt let out a breathy sigh and pressed You closer, making a pleased noise as You continued to shower his neck and collarbones with attention. It was such a relief to be alone with the soloist and to have his hands all over that perfect body that had been driving You insane all day.
Gackt slipped a hand under You’s t-shirt. “Did you decide what you,” he gasped as You bit his neck, “want to do to me?”
“I can do anything to you?”
“Anything.”
“Whatever I want?”
Gackt rolled his eyes. “Yes.”
You studied the gorgeous man in front of him. Dirty fantasies about what he wanted to do to Gackt had floated through his head all day. “First, I want you to strip for me.”
“And then?” Gackt’s voice was a husky purr as he slid his hands down his chest, toying with the hem of his t-shirt before slowly raising it inch by torturous inch to expose more and more of his muscular chest. You’s fingers itched to rip the shirt off, but he resisted the urge. Gackt loved to tease, and You wasn’t going to let him win tonight.
“You’ll see.”
The soloist finally slipped the shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground, teasingly running his hands along his body and keeping his eyes on You the entire time as his hands trailed down to the waistband of his jeans. He popped out the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. Again, You resisted the urge to yank the pants down. Gackt grinned as he pushed the jeans down his legs and stepped out of them, proudly exposing his naked body since he hadn’t bothered with underwear today.
You couldn’t resist that pale, perfect skin any longer. He pulled Gackt back into another passionate kiss and ran his hands all over his lover’s muscular body. Sometimes it was hard to believe that the man standing before him now was the same rail-thin brat he’d met and fought with all those years ago. Both of them had grown up so much over the years, and Gackt looked incredible now.
Panting, the soloist drew back first. “Where do you want me?”
You kissed him again. “Kitchen.”
Gackt raised an eyebrow. “The kitchen?”
“On your new table.” You had had a few graphic dreams about having sex on that table, and had been dying to make his fantasies a reality.
Gackt smirked as he slipped his hands beneath You’s shirt again and pulled it off. “Whatever you want.” He slid his hand down You’s back before walking into the kitchen. You locked the front door and removed his jeans and boxers as quickly as he could before following his lover. The soloist had already positioned himself on the table when You joined him, lying back and spreading his legs widely before tracing an inviting hand up his thigh. You immediately moved between Gackt’s legs and stroked his hands up the soloist’s sides as he leaned down for a kiss. Gackt wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting You take control.
The guitarist drew back, kissing down Gackt’s chest. “Lube?”
Gackt pressed a tube into his hand in response. You straightened up, looking down at his lover as he uncapped it and thoroughly coated his fingers in lube. You slid the first finger into him. Gackt let out a soft moan and hooked one a leg around the guitarist’s waist to bring him closer. You soon added a second finger and started to scissor them.
Gackt groaned. “H-Hurry up.”
You pulled his fingers back. Two could play this game. “You teased me earlier so if you want me to continue with this, you’ll let me go at my own pace.”
A sulky look crossed Gackt’s face, but he didn’t vocalize his complaints. Both of them wanted this, and You could tell how much Gackt enjoyed having him in charge. The other man always wanted to be the one in control in every aspect of his life, but You was one of the rare few that was allowed to take away that control when it came to sex.
You kissed Gackt again as he pushed his fingers back into him, slipping in a third. A faint smile crossed his lips at the impatient look Gackt gave him. Sometimes he wanted it slow and sweet, but neither of them wanted that now. He angled his wrist and pressed his fingers against Gackt’s prostate.
“Ohh, You!” the soloist let out a loud moan and arched his back off the table.
Hearing Gackt moaning his name had always been a turn on. “Keep saying my name,” You kissed Gackt’s shoulder as he continued to press his fingers against that spot, enjoying every moan and gasp he drew from Gackt.
You was tempted to draw this out and tease his lover, but he was too impatient to resist. The sexual tension had been building between them all day until You would felt he would explode from desire. Now that he had Gackt where he wanted him, he couldn’t hold back. You withdrew his fingers and reached for the lube again. Gackt watched him as You coated his erection in the lube. He then leaned back over Gackt and kissed him again, holding his hips as he slowly slid into his lover. Gackt groaned and gripped You’s shoulders tightly while the other man held still, letting Gackt adjust to him.
“You, you can… move,” Gackt gasped out.
You didn’t need to be told twice. He drew back then pushed into Gackt again, looking down at his lover. He enjoyed watching Gackt’s face when they had sex since to him, Gackt was at his most beautiful here - lying under You, face flushed and hair clinging to his skin as he moaned out You’s name with his rich voice.
The guitarist leaned down for a kiss and threaded his fingers in Gackt’s silky hair. The soloist returned the kiss, ripping his mouth away with a scream as You angled his hips. “YOU!” Gackt arched off the table and dug his nails into You’s shoulders, ecstasy crossing his face.
You kissed Gackt’s neck as he continued to strike that spot. The soloist’s legs tightened around his waist as You trailed a hand down Gackt’s thigh and wrapped it around his erection, stroking him in time to his thrusts. “You! Oh, faster… m-more,” Gackt gasped out as he pressed You down for another messy kiss. You obliged, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Gackt always had that effect on him.
It wasn’t long before You felt Gackt tensing under him. “You!” he shouted out You’s name one last time and came hard, slumping back against the table, panting harshly to get his breath back.
You groaned as Gackt tightened around him and slumped down on his lover, panting too as he stroked Gackt’s hair out of his face. Sex with Gackt was always wonderful, and this had been the perfect birthday present.
* * *
Gackt laid his head on You’s shoulder, looking just as tired as the birthday boy. After the table sex - which You would think about every time he ate there - You had taken Gackt into the bedroom, letting Gackt be in charge this time. Both of them were spent after two rounds of mind-blowing sex.
“Happy birthday.” Gackt looked up at him. “Did you get everything you wanted?”
You nodded. “I already have everything I want.” He smiled and pressed Gackt closer. He’d wanted Gackt for years, and all his birthday wishes had come true when he and Gackt had become a couple.