[one-shot] Body Piercings Are Fun, [challenge] December Challenge: Day 30
December Challenge: 30
Title: Body Piercings Are Fun
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: GACKT, Jon, u:zo (mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour
Summary: Jon made the stupid decision of challenging Gackt to a drinking game when he was already drunk. This is his batsu game.
Notes: I know, you guys are probably sick of me just writing GACKT and Jon all the time. I can't help it, though. I love their bromance. :B
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
“This is crazy,” Jon muttered, shaking.
“It’s what you get for challenging me to a drinking game when you were already drunk,” Gackt said, wondering whether or not he should request to have Jon strapped down since he looked like he was ready to bolt out of the reclining tattoo chair any moment now.
“Have mercy,” Jon mumbled with a soft whimper, looking away from the store owner (who was getting his equpiment ready) and to Gackt, trying his best to put on puppy dog eyes - he knew those worked on Gackt. He had seen how Gackt had given Coney, Lucy and Milky doggie treats whenever they pulled it on him. It either didn’t work as well for humans or Gackt just didn’t find him cute enough because Gackt just smirked at him.
“Be a man of your word.”
Jon swallowed hard and looked at the store owner, a man with blue hair, tattooed arms and piercings all over his face, who was approaching him. Jon couldn’t help but whimper again as the light reflected off of the piercing gun like it would a death god’s scythe. “This is going to hurt like hell.”
“It’ll toughen you up,” Gackt claimed.
“Are you ready?” the store owner asked after taking a seat next to the tattoo chair.
“No,” Jon said immediately, eyes widening just a little when he saw the piercing gun in the other man’s hand, unable to process that that piercing stud would be through his fucking nipple. Why, god, why had he listened to u:zo last night and challenge Gackt to a drinking game even though he knew, within the band, he had the lowest alcohol tolerance?
“Just do it,” Gackt said. Three simple words but it scared the shit out of Jon. Gackt looked down at his vocalist and his smirk changed into a sweet - too sweet - smile that sent shivers down Jon’s spine instead of calming him down. “Trust me. It’ll look good.”
“I don’t want this,” Jon whined.
“Close your eyes,” the store owner said, amused. “Then you won’t have to see me doing it. It’ll be over in just three seconds so relax.”
“…three seconds.”
“And then it’ll be over,” Gackt said cheerfully.
Jon took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Right, three seconds. He could do this. He could totally do this. And the nipple piercing would serve as a reminder to never challenge Gackt at drinking ever again. Hey, maybe Gackt would be right and it would look good on him too. That was a plus, wasn’t it? Weren’t body piercings a big thing now? Right, there were so many benefits to this.
He slowly nodded and then let his eyes close.
He felt the cool metal of the piercing gun touch his nipple. He shuddered and then gripped Gackt’s forearm (from when he had been struggling with him earlier when Gackt had been trying to get him to sit in the tattoo chair) even tighter, scrunching his face up into a wince even though there wasn’t any pain yet.
But then the cool touch was gone and replaced with what were unmistakably lips.
Jon opened his eyes.
Gackt’s lips, to be precise. Gackt was kissing his nipple.
The older man looked up at Jon and grinned impishly. “You should’ve seen your face.”
Jon stared. Jon blinked. Then he lunged at Gackt.
“You fucking troll!”
Notes: Troll!Gackt strikes! I think a nipple piercing would suit G more than Jon, anyway, so if I ever write a fic with body piercings, they’ll most likely be on G. :P
Title: Body Piercings Are Fun
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: GACKT, Jon, u:zo (mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour
Summary: Jon made the stupid decision of challenging Gackt to a drinking game when he was already drunk. This is his batsu game.
Notes: I know, you guys are probably sick of me just writing GACKT and Jon all the time. I can't help it, though. I love their bromance. :B
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
“This is crazy,” Jon muttered, shaking.
“It’s what you get for challenging me to a drinking game when you were already drunk,” Gackt said, wondering whether or not he should request to have Jon strapped down since he looked like he was ready to bolt out of the reclining tattoo chair any moment now.
“Have mercy,” Jon mumbled with a soft whimper, looking away from the store owner (who was getting his equpiment ready) and to Gackt, trying his best to put on puppy dog eyes - he knew those worked on Gackt. He had seen how Gackt had given Coney, Lucy and Milky doggie treats whenever they pulled it on him. It either didn’t work as well for humans or Gackt just didn’t find him cute enough because Gackt just smirked at him.
“Be a man of your word.”
Jon swallowed hard and looked at the store owner, a man with blue hair, tattooed arms and piercings all over his face, who was approaching him. Jon couldn’t help but whimper again as the light reflected off of the piercing gun like it would a death god’s scythe. “This is going to hurt like hell.”
“It’ll toughen you up,” Gackt claimed.
“Are you ready?” the store owner asked after taking a seat next to the tattoo chair.
“No,” Jon said immediately, eyes widening just a little when he saw the piercing gun in the other man’s hand, unable to process that that piercing stud would be through his fucking nipple. Why, god, why had he listened to u:zo last night and challenge Gackt to a drinking game even though he knew, within the band, he had the lowest alcohol tolerance?
“Just do it,” Gackt said. Three simple words but it scared the shit out of Jon. Gackt looked down at his vocalist and his smirk changed into a sweet - too sweet - smile that sent shivers down Jon’s spine instead of calming him down. “Trust me. It’ll look good.”
“I don’t want this,” Jon whined.
“Close your eyes,” the store owner said, amused. “Then you won’t have to see me doing it. It’ll be over in just three seconds so relax.”
“…three seconds.”
“And then it’ll be over,” Gackt said cheerfully.
Jon took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. Right, three seconds. He could do this. He could totally do this. And the nipple piercing would serve as a reminder to never challenge Gackt at drinking ever again. Hey, maybe Gackt would be right and it would look good on him too. That was a plus, wasn’t it? Weren’t body piercings a big thing now? Right, there were so many benefits to this.
He slowly nodded and then let his eyes close.
He felt the cool metal of the piercing gun touch his nipple. He shuddered and then gripped Gackt’s forearm (from when he had been struggling with him earlier when Gackt had been trying to get him to sit in the tattoo chair) even tighter, scrunching his face up into a wince even though there wasn’t any pain yet.
But then the cool touch was gone and replaced with what were unmistakably lips.
Jon opened his eyes.
Gackt’s lips, to be precise. Gackt was kissing his nipple.
The older man looked up at Jon and grinned impishly. “You should’ve seen your face.”
Jon stared. Jon blinked. Then he lunged at Gackt.
“You fucking troll!”
Notes: Troll!Gackt strikes! I think a nipple piercing would suit G more than Jon, anyway, so if I ever write a fic with body piercings, they’ll most likely be on G. :P