Kink Bingo_Guns & Blades
Title: Gunmetal
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Atsushi Sakurai x Tora
Genre: PWP
Warnings: male x male, masturbation, oral sex, oral penetration with a foreign object, fetishism, mild Dominant/submissive overtones, foul language, adult themes.
Summary: Atsushi gets really tired of his young boyfriend's obsession with video games, and offers a more pleasing alternative…
Commentary: Okay, I'm a frickin writing machine. I spit out this baby start to finish yesterday. Wow. This one completely hijacked my brain as I was nicely working on my "Held-Down" square, just popped in there while I ran out to get a coffee between two paragraphs and ended up getting completely done start to finish. As it happens it was one of the squares I hadn't even begun working on. How random is my brain? I guess my Atsushi-muse got tired of waiting and just went "Oh no woman, you will stop ignoring me and let me have my way with Tora-muse, right now!" and of course, no one says no to Atsushi Sakurai. Especially not me…unf. For the neophytes, Atsushi Sakurai is the very hot, very charismatic singer of BUCK-TICK, a really awesome band that started in the early 80's. He's just…perfect. So this is my piece for the "Guns/Blades" square of my Kink-Bingo card, focusing on guns, and I do hope you will enjoy it in all its kinky glory.
***
Atsushi Sakurai was a man of refined pleasures.
He enjoyed all the luxuries that this world had to offer. The finest clothes, finest cars and houses, the rarest, most perfect food and drinks. So it was no surprise that when he had sought a worthy companion to spend his days and nights with, he'd only settled for the very best. Well, the very best in his humble opinion. Not that many disagreed with his exquisite taste.
Tora was perfect.
Perfect in all the ways he thought a man could be perfect. Tall, slender, elegant, as feline and refined as his animal namesake. Eyes like a desert storm and skin like snow, hair as black as the raven's wing, his plush lips and angular face a pleasure to behold. Not to mention that they were both nicely matched when it came to mood and wits, discussions and interests. He could be serious and posed one minute, and silly and goofy the next, refreshingly so. He'd been smitten with the bright young man as soon as they were introduced a few years back at an industry event, the two of them striking a discussion over cigarettes and whiskey of all things. Which was followed by a long courtship of late night, candle-lit dinners in fancy restaurants and expensive flowers sent to faraway tour locations, even more expensive presents, and hotel rooms. Until the young man caved in to his delicate attentions and declared that he was all his, if he would take him, and he was only too glad to claim the charming young man as his lover.
They were a lovely match when it came to more intimate pleasures too. The sex between them was smouldering, and frequent, and sometimes involved delicious implements made of braided leather, silicone and rubber, metal, but most often was lengthy and passionate and intricate. His young lover's vitality in bed had definitely been a goad to his own desires, relighting a flame that he hadn't had in years.
They had been together three years now, and had happily lived together for one, even their mutual cats were getting along. But there was one thing that might have annoyed him a little bit about his otherwise stellar boyfriend: His ungainly taste for video games. He could overlook it more often than not, Tora was young, it was part of his generation, and he truly didn't mind it all that much usually, settling with scoffing at it like the old man that he was, earning himself a raised eyebrow and a smirk from his lover.
However, it was a night off, and it was somewhat hard to relax while reclined on the daybed by the window, tablet in hand as he attempted to read the weekend paper, while his lover mashed buttons and cursed and otherwise made himself insufferable. Tora had been going at that silly first person shooter all day, wearing sweats and a tee, headset and microphone crinkling as he communicated to his teammates, and it was now well into the evening, coke bottles and dirty plates piled up on the glass coffee table.
Insufferable.
He could've easily gone into his office, or in the drawing room, or in the bedroom even. This house he had owned well before Tora was part of his life was plenty big enough for them both to cohabit without encroaching on each other's spaces. But he loved that daybed, and he certainly would not get pushed out of it by his annoyingly gun-obsessed lover…gun-obsessed, right?
And just like that, he had a genius idea, just as his lover was cursing at some unseen people through the microphone and tossing his controller beside him with a sullen pout, crossing toned arms on a muscular chest. He was sulking, clearly. What a child…
He unfolded from the daybed easily, graceful. If his lover was a tiger, then he surely was a black panther, all refined, dark-coated elegance. He put down his tablet and ambled over to the leather couch where his lover was most definitely sulking.
"Things not going as you would like my love?"
"My team sucks…" Tora muttered, sparing him and annoyed glance, green and grey hazel eyes sparkling and glowing, "Third time we lose in an hour…"
He smirked, running a hand through his young lover's sable locks, his smile deepening at the way Tora's head tilted back with a low purr, eyes closing, once again feline. Eager for the caresses of his master.
"I might have a way for you to relieve your anger my dear…"
"And what would that be hmm?"
He withdrew his hand and chuckled at Tora's annoyed groan.
"If I tell you right away its no fun. Go get dressed love, we're heading out."
***
Tora hadn't really expected to get taken out this late in the evening.
When his lover had started petting his hair and speaking of ways to alleviate his frustration, he'd expected to be dragged up to the bedroom and fucked senseless. Not being made to get dressed and shoved in the luxurious black sports car his lover preferred to drive in the summer months, without an explanation of any kind. He hadn't failed to notice the large, hard plastic case his lover had shoved in the trunk however, and that definitely had him curious.
"Where the hell are we going babe?" he asked, sliding his hand up a toned arm, shoving it in the gap between his lover's head and the headrest to cup his nape, as was his habit.
Atsushi smiled in the darkness as they slipped out of the underground parking lot, yellow streetlights throwing gold accents in his silky black hair.
"Ah...you must be patient my love, but I swear that you'll enjoy it."
The ride was a relatively silent one, and gave Tora the opportunity to truly admire the man that he'd happily pledged himself to, submitting to his desires and his love.
His very, very beautiful lover. Age had never really been an issue between them, besides, he'd always admired how those extra years gave his lover an attractively refined elegance younger men could only dream to even possess. Distinguished and dashing and so very handsome in his dark tailored suits and button down shirts, his silky black hair landing in glossy strands across his masculine, angular face. There were his midnight eyes too, long lashed and intense, and that lovely, pouty mouth that knew how to tease and kiss so perfectly…
Charismatic, classy, sophisticated in every way. Dark perfection incarnate. It had been a complete mystery as to how such a simple guy like him had caught the impeccable man's eye.
He'd been flattered and somewhat puzzled when the Atsushi Sakurai, had shown an interest in him, and from then on had proceeded to seduce him in every possible way. It had started with pricey presents shipped to wherever he was, orchids and calla lilies, and expensive jewelry, and then fancy dinner dates that would often end up with goodnight kisses in shadowy doorways. Kisses that had turned his knees to water and his lower belly into a furnace. It had taken a few months for him to finally give into the charms of his older lover, and his own feelings, but when he did, it had been like fireworks. He'd never regretted his decision, landing himself the love of the very sought after, highly respected Atsushi Sakurai when he was 15 years his junior was quite a worthy feat in itself.
Not to mention that he loved his man, passionately, and would do nearly anything to please him. Anything to paint that devious smile on full lips, that smile that made his stomach coil in delicious knots and the heat in the room go up a few notches.
He smiled when a broad hand settled on his thigh, familiar weight and heat, letting his own hand cover the soft fingers.
"We're almost there."
They had escaped the city traffic and ventured away from civilization somewhat, closer to the less populated edges of the city. There was a bit of a sharp turn into a deserted parking lot, and a large commercial building loomed ahead. Tora pushed his glasses higher up on his nose to read the sign, and had to read it twice to make sure he was seeing right.
"A shooting range?"
Atsushi smirked in response as he parked the car smoothly beside the entrance. This surely wasn't what he had in mind for a night-time outing, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining, excited at the prospect of shooting actual real life guns.
"Is it open this late?"
"It is, for a price." Atsushi replied, pulling out his sleek phone out of his jacket pocket and dialling some number.
They exited the car as a little conversation was had, sounding very good natured. He hung up with a smile and made his way to the trunk of the car.
"I was just letting the owner know I'm using her facility." he explained as he pulled out the large case out of the trunk, locking the car and making his way to the heavy side door, Tora following him in a daze.
"Since when are you a gun aficionado?" Tora asked, completely baffled as his lover efficiently keyed in the code into the heavy padlock on the door.
"I got into firearms marksmanship maybe ten years ago or so." came the amused reply.
They entered the building, another code was typed on the wall keypad, the alarm system this time, and after a trill assured them that it was disabled, they ventured further in the dimly lit atrium of the shooting range.
"How come am I only hearing about it now?" Tora asked, relentless.
"The occasion never presented itself I suppose…but I do come here once or twice a month when schedule permits." his lover explained, clearly enjoying the fact that Tora was taken aback.
He walked past the front desk and pushed open the door behind it, urging Tora to follow with a little gesture of his head. They entered a large room with concrete walls and corrugated steel open stalls, the far wall covered with thick rubber matting. Atsushi put down the case on a side table and extricated his keychain from his pocket, fitting a small key to the lock encased in the side. Inside the padded case was a rather large rifle, and a pair of smaller handguns that pretty much had him sweating with excitement. He stepped closer as Atsushi moved to the side, letting him get a closer look. He reached down and traced the chromed length of the handgun, cool and solid, fingers catching in the recessed areas of the barrel.
"What are those?"
Atsushi smirked and came close again, prying the gun out of the case, offering it to him handle first, chuckling at Tora's hesitance to take it.
"Its not loaded my dear, take it."
His fingers wrapped around the handle, cautious, settling around the textured plastic of the grip as he lifted if off his lover's hand. It was heavier than he had expected, and it fit right into his hand with aching familiarity, a rush of adrenalin making his entire body tense with excitement.
"This, my love, is a Smith and Wesson SD9 VE. It can be used for concealed carry, personal security and of course, my favourite, target shooting. The rifle is also a Smith and Wesson, the M&P15 VTAC model, for big game hunting."
Tora was listening, but with only half an ear as he ran his hand across the length of the rifle, tracing the dark composite material with careful fingertips. Reverent almost.
"I've never…even touched a gun before." he replied, mind hazy with the sheer power he held in his hand.
A tool that could kill, maim, annihilate in a few seconds and yet looked so gorgeous and balanced and perfect. Like his lover. Elegant, deadly.
"Do you want to shoot it?"
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds, putting down the gun on the table.
"Okay."
***
They started with the rifle.
When his lover pulled it out of the case, large and intimidating, a lush, matte black, he knew he really wanted to give it a try. He watched as his lover loaded the magazine chambers of the rifle and handguns with precise, repetitive motions, and found himself oddly aroused at the sight. The slender fingers, the delicate motions, the sleekness of the weapons had his mind swimming with desire, lust spiking through his reality. The rifle could hold thirty rounds, the guns ten, that was a lot of shooting. The rifle locked and loaded, his lover gestured him over the open stall, hooking a target to the railing before pushing a button recessed in the countertop to move it back a few meters.
Atsushi eased Tora in front of him and gave him the rifle, guiding his right hand on the trigger, the left on the barrel grip, and then hands guided his arms up, coaxing the butt of the rifle in the hollow of his shoulder. It settled there comfortably, a solid weight in his hands, grounding him despite the fact that his knees felt weak with the sheer power he held. He could feel Atsushi's breath against the side of his neck as he pressed his chest against his back, so close, the fingers of his right hand tapping on the scope.
"Aim the target with the scope, use your dominant eye for this, and then you use your left hand to guide the barrel to acquire target. This is a light rifle, it doesn't have much recoil but make sure you brace your foot here…" his foot pushed forward on Tora's left heel, inching it forward, "Just to be sure. Hold your back straight."
He was listening through a haze of lust and adrenaline, sweat pearling on his brow with anticipation.
"Are you okay love? You're breathing so hard…"
And he was, panting almost, excitement thick on his tongue. His lover's sinful voice was at his ear again, hypnotizing.
"Does this excite you? Holding that big, powerful rifle in your hands…you kinky, kinky boy." he purred, agile hands sliding down his flanks, cupping his hips, fingers digging in muscle causing his grip to falter a fraction.
He could feel the rush of heat in his lower belly, the length of his cock pulsing with it.
"It makes you hot and bothered, doesn't it?" Atsushi breathed against his earlobe, and he let out a helpless whimper, gasping, "Shoot it baby. Pull that trigger, give in to your urge…"
He forced his entire body to focus, on that pinprick of white in the scope, all of his mental energy concentrated in a single spot as he aimed and pulled the trigger.
There was an explosion of noise and smoke, the aggressive spattering of bullet casings ejected from the barrel chamber as he shot and shot again, watching the target perforated throughout. His blood raced and roared in his ears, the smell of gunpowder acrid and thick, intoxicating as he emptied the magazine, the recoil sending the rifle into his chest in delicious pulses. He felt completely at peace, between lust and serenity, his mind focused on each bullet, on the sensation enfolding him, intensely aware of his body and of his lover's strong hands on his hips, grounding him. He pulled the trigger until the gun clicked, empty, and even then he kept the posture for a few seconds, laboured breathing the only sound in the now quiet room. He closed his eyes and eased the butt of the rifle off his shoulder, his spine locked and tight, only relaxing fully when Atsushi pushed against him again, chest to back, arms sliding around his waist.
"How was that?"
Tora chuckled, a hoarse, breathless sound.
"Incredible."
"Hmm…you look so hot when you're focused."
"Is that why you're always trying to jump me when I'm composing?" Tora teased, putting the rifle down on the countertop.
There was a chuckle, dark and whiskey smooth as his lover pulled away, heading over to the case where the loaded handgun lay.
"That might be the reason…" he answered, picking up the gun as he made his way over to Tora again, taking his place in front of the target.
He unclipped the safety and stretched out his arms, holding the gun in a two handed grip as he aimed.
"Hold me." he murmured, arching back against Tora's slightly taller frame, humming in appreciation when his hands rubbed up his sides, traced arms until they covered Atsushi's own on the grip of the pistol, "Hold the gun." his lover murmured, letting go until he was holding the pistol on his own, his lover willingly caged in the strength of his arms.
"Shoot it my love. Show me how much of a man you can be…"
He pulled the trigger.
He felt the recoil jar his body as he shot at the target, once again exploding with euphoria, the elation multiplied by the fact that his lover stood right there between him and the gun, reaching back for his hips. Pulling him close, so close, lust battering at him like a tidal wave.
The gun was pried out of his nerveless grip when the magazine emptied, ten rounds of nine millimetre bullet casings all over the floor, and his lover turned in his lose grasp, pressing the burning hot barrel of the gun to his chest. He could feel it through his tee, the heated circle where the bullets had been forced out and he hissed in pleasure against his lover's hungry mouth. He was dragged into a heated kiss, Atsushi's free hand tangling in his long hair as tongues met and slipped together in the most intricate dance that only the two of them knew the secrets of. He broke free with a gasp, dizzy with lust and the lack of oxygen, groaning when the fingers in his hair clenched in a punishingly tight grip.
"On your knees." his lover demanded, his voice a slithering purr.
One did not dismiss an order from Atsushi Sakurai, especially not when he used that tone of voice. So he lowered himself to his knees on the linoleum floor, the hand in his hair easing into a caress as he complied.
"I thought you would enjoy this, but I have to say, I did not expect you to have such a gun fetish…"
Just as he said the words, the hand that held the pistol lifted, and slowly drew a heated line from his collarbone to the underside of his chin, Tora tilting his head back obligingly, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously, gasping. The metal still burned, deliciously, only minutes after spewing a rain of metal that could kill so easily. The danger was so exciting. He knew that the gun was empty yet the thought of something so potentially lethal tracing his neck, the underside of his jaw, had him aching and wanting, cock hard and straining at his tight jeans and underwear.
"Oh yes…look at you. Completely at my mercy…" Atsushi purred, sinful voice full of throaty inflections that had his blood rush to his head in a dizzying spin.
He groaned when the blunt tip of the gun grazed his ear, traced across his cheekbone, sliding down to rest against his lower lip, pushing his mouth open. His lover's eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure, dark and deep, glittery black as he studied him, the corners of his sinful mouth curling up a fraction.
"Lick it. You know you want to."
And he did, he did want to lick the warm metal, suck it into his mouth, dizzy with a mixture of lust and apprehension and sheer shock at his own twisted desires. His tongue slid past his lips and touched the underside of the barrel, hot and smooth, catching in the serrated grooves as his eyes fluttered shut. He tongued the circular opening of the barrel, and then let his lips part a little more as he sucked the stub nose of the gun into his mouth, his lover letting out a sharp hiss. Surprised yet appreciative.
"Oh god…" his lover gasped, slowly, carefully pushing the gun further past his lips, "That's it baby…suck it. Suck it and touch yourself."
It was the most taboo, exciting thing he had ever done. The smell of gun powder, warm, bitter, dangerous metal on his tongue, hands sliding down between parted knees to pry open the closure of his jeans. Fingers delved in the opening, pushed down the waistband of his underwear and he pulled out his aching cock, rock hard yet velvet soft and leaking musky wetness. He'd been hard since seeing his lover load the guns, and as his fingers traced a firm up and down stroke on the underside, he couldn't help but moan helplessly around his mouthful, his skin igniting with pleasure. His fingers wrapped tight around the shaft and he stroked, slow, hard, with that little deft turn of the wrist at the head that had his spine shivering with pleasure, his lips sucking harder at the warm metal.
He could tell this excited his lover beyond measure, letting his free hand slide up a trouser clad thigh, letting his eyes open as he looked up, up to his lover's face, seeing only pleasure and approval on those elegant features he loved so much. He waited, for that little nod that would allow him to push fingers against that hard bulge, groaning mutely when the permission was granted, cupping hard heat in the palm of his hand. The gun was thrust back and forth past his friction-swollen lips, matching the strokes on his cock, the caresses on his lover's hard flesh through layers of fabric, heat pooling in his lower belly.
He was getting close, so close, keening and moaning around the gun, and then it was pulled out of his mouth as Atsushi's hand pried open the closure of his trousers, working them past hips, hard, gorgeous cock spilling out of dark fabric. He knew what was expected of him when the broad head of it was pushed against his lips, and he parted them fully, welcoming musky, salty flesh into his mouth. Such a contrast to the hard metal, soft and warm, slick with pre-come, filling his mouth and throat as his lover's hips pushed forward, a throaty moan filtering past the thumping of blood in his ears. Atsushi's eyes glowed in the dim light under their intricate lattice of dark lashes, studying him intently, watching his cock disappear in the heat of his mouth with a pleased hiss, sweat pearling on the side of his face, in the hollow of his throat. His glossy hair slipped across one eye as he tilted his head back, lost in pleasure, and Tora wanted nothing more than to worship this man completely.
The nose of the gun pressed against his neck as he sucked, tongue curling on the underside, his own hands working, tugging at his erection, bringing himself close to the edge again. So close he could feel it throbbing deep in the pit of his stomach, ready to release. The saliva slick metal slid up the side of his neck, settled against his jaw and pressed, until he could feel every serration of the barrel against his heated skin, giving another dimension to his pleasure. Atsushi groaned as his hips gave a forceful thrust that had him gasping and fighting his gag reflex, breathing hard through his nose. His lover was close, he could feel it in the harshness of the thrusts, the gun pressing harder against his jaw, the free hand tangling in his hair, tugging.
"Are you gonna swallow my come like a good boy?"
He could only moan helplessly in response, and then his lover's head tilted back, hot salty fluid flooding his mouth as he came with a muted groan, hips snapping forward. It felt so good to be filled, used, slick come spilling out of his lips as his lover's cock throbbed and pulsed down his throat. He gasped and panted when Atsushi pulled out, slickly, and before he could even gather his thoughts the gun was shoved into his come filled mouth again, pushing against his tongue.
Hot saltiness and acrid metal mingled in his mouth, fighting for dominance as the gun nearly choked him, and he came.
His orgasm took over every single function of his body and he stopped breathing, thinking, living for a fraction of a second as his reality blanked with white hot pleasure. His stomach clenched, fire rushing through his blood as he spilled on his hands and the floor, mouth full of delicious, dangerous metal.
It took a few seconds to come back to his senses, barely registering when the gun was pulled out of his mouth, slick with come and saliva, clattering to the ground beside him. He was hauled up against a warm body, dragged to a nearby chair where he was promptly made to straddle his lover. Soft, delicious lips found his and he was lost in slick tangles of tongue and teeth for a little while, mind blank with the dull aftershocks of his orgasm. They parted, arms wrapped around his waist, pushing him tight to his lover's strong chest, and he purred against his lover's hair when hands rubbed slow circles in the small of his back, comforting yet possessive. There was a low chuckle from his lover as he started to nuzzle his neck like a cat begging to be petted, and flat out laughter when he arched back into the sleek caresses down his back.
"What a nice kitten…" Atsushi teased, scratching him behind the ears, dark eyes glowing with mirth and intense satisfaction, "So, how was your first experience with firearms love?"
Tora forced his eyes open, feeling his mouth quirk into a smile as he leaned down to claim another slow, slick kiss from his lover's plush mouth, arms wrapping around Atsushi's shoulders. He pulled off with a pleased sigh and buried his face in a warm, spicy cologne scented neck, chuckling.
"Well, I have to admit, it was better than any first person shooter game I've ever played…" he teased, voice hoarse and husky.
"So I take it you enjoyed it and that you'd like to repeat the experience?" Atsushi asked, voice filled with sinful promise.
Tora chuckled again, littering soft kisses against sweet skin.
"Enjoyed is an understatement…and you bet I'd love to redo that. A definite yes…"
"Good. Because next time I'll be sliding a condom on that gun and fucking you with it…" Atsushi whispered in his ear, the words and tone sending delicious shivers down his spine, heat racing up his cock, no matter how spent he was.
Thinking of that warm, solid, dangerous gunmetal sliding inside him and pushing against all those delicious spots…
Oh yes, real guns were definitely better than any video game.
***
Was that kinky or what? Phew! I've always wanted to write something like that and I'm kinda happy with how it turned out considering I literally spit out this piece in a ridiculously short time. What did you guys think? Do you like the pairing? I think its always fun to portray Tora as the submissive, not just for a particular instance but for the entire span of a relationship. There aren't many people I could imagine him submitting to in those terms but Atsushi Sakurai is definitely one of them, what a lovely couple…Are you guys looking forward to more squares with these two, I have a few planned as it happens ;) Let me know what you think and I will see y'all soon xoxo