[one-shot] The King Sits On His Throne, [challenge] December Challenge: Day 31
December Challenge: Day 31
Title: The King Sits On His Throne
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: Jon/GACKT, Takumi, u:zo
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, humour
Summary: Jon didn't understand how something of such elegance could look so right with something so sinful sitting it.
Notes: This was written for the awesome lyriste. ♥
Prompt: GACKT and Jon, boots section of G's walk-in closet and the Setsugekka chair in the corner.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
Gackt was a very unique person. He was the only person Jon knew to have a waterfall in his bedroom, to have a huge bathtub with a diameter of around two-point-five metres, that could go for eight hours when it came to sex etc. Also, his way of thinking was different from most people’s and his character could be described as eccentric. He had many strange quirks, too, that others found weird but, to Jon, just endearing. After all, all of Gackt’s oddities had some benefits.
For one, Jon liked the waterfall in Gackt’s bedroom, finding it peaceful and having fallen asleep to the sound of it while lying comfortably in Gackt’s huge bed. Jon liked Gackt’s bathtub too, since two people could fit inside it comfortably and the space even allowed said people to move about if they so wished. And, eight hours of sex? Yes, Jon liked that too.
One aspect of Gackt’s that Jon had also admired a lot was his style. Wherever he went, he was dressed in a way that made people stare at him in awe. From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, he was perfect. Gackt always dressed beautifully and stylishly. He knew which sunglasses would match his shoes and which hats would match his outfits, etc. Jon himself wasn’t a bad dresser but he had to admit that his fashion sense paled in comparison when compared to Gackt’s.
One day, Gackt invited him, Takumi and u:zo to help him clean up his wardrobe. Following the directions that Gackt had given them over the phone, they found his walk-in closet soon enough and Jon learned the first step in gaining a fashion sense like Gackt’s.
Step one, own over four thousand pieces of clothing.
Jon, along with the other two, stared with wide eyes and hanging jaws. Gackt , who was already there, was used to this reaction and simply continued to go through his t-shirts. He was half-naked, trying on some of his own clothes and then throwing his unwanted shirts onto the carpeted floor, in the middle of the walk-in closet, adding to the small mountain of clothes already there. He gestured to it, saying “help yourselves.”
Jon swore he heard Takumi squeal before he and u:zo went over, like two kids let loose in a candy store.
“As for you, Jon,” Gackt said, looking at him with a smile. “Come with me to the shoes section. You’re the only one I know who has the same shoe size as me[1].”
Takumi and u:zo, having fun going through Gackt’s ‘discard’ pile, taking photos and whatnot, didn’t even notice Gackt and Jon’s absence.
“Why’re you cleaning out your wardrobe all of a sudden?” Jon asked as Gackt, still half-naked, led him out of the walk-in closet and to similar but smaller room not far away.
“I need more space for new clothes,” Gackt explained. “If you see any shoes you want, just take them. I most probably won’t miss them.”
Jon stepped into the room after Gackt and found himself faced with shelf after shelf of shoes. There were boots, sneakers, slippers and sandals of every style and colour, occupying the floor-to-ceiling shelf-like shoe racks. Jon wondered if Gackt had worn every pair at least once and, if yes, how the hell did he do it? There were so many that Jon believed he could go through an entire year wearing a different pair of Gackt’s shoes every day. Maybe even longer. Why the hell did he have so many shoes anyway? And so many of them looked almost identical. Gackt probably bought them because they were made from a different material or something.
In reality, though, all that escaped him was, “damn.”
Then he heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and he turned to look at Gackt who was then unzipping his pants and pulling them down, leaving him in his underwear. This sudden turn of events (from cleaning out his closet to stripping) rendered Jon speechless for a moment.
“...what are you doing?” Jon asked after finding his voice. Gackt stripping in front of him was no new sight but it was certainly new to have Takumi and u:zo in this very house at the same time. Everyone in YFC knew about their relationship-slash-friendship but that didn’t mean he wanted to be caught in the act. And, especially because they knew, Jon felt he didn’t have to reinforce it with an example.
“I can’t try these boots on if I’m wearing these jeans. They become too tight,” Gackt said as he stepped out of the pool of his pants. He then took a pair of boots and went to the corner of the room, sitting down in a very familiar Renaissance chair[2] and then leaning forward to put on the boots, giving Jon a better view of the chair.
The chair appeared old and it had very intricate carvings on it. It was wooden and dark brown with a plush seat and backrest. The heads of the two armrests had been carved into lions too. The chair was beautiful. It fit in perfectly with the rest of the house and with Gackt’s personality. It was elegant and magnificent, majestic and gorgeous. And, for some reason, familiar. Jon felt that he had seen it somewhere before. The image of it in his memory was flickering in his mind but he couldn’t grasp it.
He walked over and stood next to it. He touched it, letting his fingers run over the carvings. The curves and dips under his finger tips felt nice…
“This is a beautiful chair, G,” Jon commented softly, looking closely at the backrest and then running his hand down it. “I’ve seen it before, somewhere…”
“It’s the one in my Setsugekka music video,” Gackt replied, still bent over and tying the laces of his boots.
The image that had been flickering in his mind came to him then. Gackt with curly hair seated in this chair with a look of pure anguish on his face. Yes, the Setsugekka music video…
“I’d love to have this,” Jon mumbled longingly. “It wouldn’t fit in at my house, though. It’s perfect where it is.”
It was dark and it was beauty. It was seductive and smart. It matched the roses on Gackt’s ceilings. It matched the stone walls and the waterfall. It matched a mansion with three floors underground and four floors above ground. It sounded weird to describe a house fitting in with a mansion but, to Jon, it made sense. This chair, just like its owner, was unique. And, just like its owner, it attracted Jon who just couldn’t keep his hands off of it.
Gackt glanced up at him, tying the laces on the other boot now. “I never knew you had a fetish for chairs,” Gackt commented, amused.
Jon laughed. “I don’t. I just know how to appreciate the finer things in life.”
“Oh, really?” Gackt leaned back after tying the boot’s laces and Jon stepped back to look at him sitting in that chair. He froze when he realised what Gackt looked like. The lead vocalist smirked and spread his legs wider.
Hooker boots. Gackt was wearing hooker boots, dressed in nothing but his underwear.
Gackt was wearing hooker boots, dressed in nothing but his underwear and sitting in that beautiful, godly chair. Dressed (or undressed, really) so sinfully was Gackt sitting in that ethereal chair. The artistic side of Jon told him that this was wrong. Morally and utterly wrong. But, with Gackt staring at him like that, dressed like that, Jon was beginning to throw appreciation for the arts out the window.
Gackt and that chair - It was a cultural clash: corruption and class. Immorality and righteousness. Cheapness and opulence.
...it was such a turn-on.
-
After that day, Jon could never look at that chair without blushing and, for that very reason, Gackt had it moved to his living room, so he could watch Jon squirm and get flustered when the other members asked him why he was turning red.
Notes: I'm actually none too pleased with this but lyriste said it's good, so...
Setsugekka chair: 1 // 2 // 3
[1] I'm just guessing.
[2] Again, just guessing. I'm not sure if it's really a Renaissance chair, orz.
On another note: FUCK YEEEEEEAH I COMPLETED THE DECEMBER CHALLENGE!
Title: The King Sits On His Throne
Author: b_sim
Characters/Pairings: Jon/GACKT, Takumi, u:zo
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General, humour
Summary: Jon didn't understand how something of such elegance could look so right with something so sinful sitting it.
Notes: This was written for the awesome lyriste. ♥
Prompt: GACKT and Jon, boots section of G's walk-in closet and the Setsugekka chair in the corner.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
Gackt was a very unique person. He was the only person Jon knew to have a waterfall in his bedroom, to have a huge bathtub with a diameter of around two-point-five metres, that could go for eight hours when it came to sex etc. Also, his way of thinking was different from most people’s and his character could be described as eccentric. He had many strange quirks, too, that others found weird but, to Jon, just endearing. After all, all of Gackt’s oddities had some benefits.
For one, Jon liked the waterfall in Gackt’s bedroom, finding it peaceful and having fallen asleep to the sound of it while lying comfortably in Gackt’s huge bed. Jon liked Gackt’s bathtub too, since two people could fit inside it comfortably and the space even allowed said people to move about if they so wished. And, eight hours of sex? Yes, Jon liked that too.
One aspect of Gackt’s that Jon had also admired a lot was his style. Wherever he went, he was dressed in a way that made people stare at him in awe. From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, he was perfect. Gackt always dressed beautifully and stylishly. He knew which sunglasses would match his shoes and which hats would match his outfits, etc. Jon himself wasn’t a bad dresser but he had to admit that his fashion sense paled in comparison when compared to Gackt’s.
One day, Gackt invited him, Takumi and u:zo to help him clean up his wardrobe. Following the directions that Gackt had given them over the phone, they found his walk-in closet soon enough and Jon learned the first step in gaining a fashion sense like Gackt’s.
Step one, own over four thousand pieces of clothing.
Jon, along with the other two, stared with wide eyes and hanging jaws. Gackt , who was already there, was used to this reaction and simply continued to go through his t-shirts. He was half-naked, trying on some of his own clothes and then throwing his unwanted shirts onto the carpeted floor, in the middle of the walk-in closet, adding to the small mountain of clothes already there. He gestured to it, saying “help yourselves.”
Jon swore he heard Takumi squeal before he and u:zo went over, like two kids let loose in a candy store.
“As for you, Jon,” Gackt said, looking at him with a smile. “Come with me to the shoes section. You’re the only one I know who has the same shoe size as me[1].”
Takumi and u:zo, having fun going through Gackt’s ‘discard’ pile, taking photos and whatnot, didn’t even notice Gackt and Jon’s absence.
“Why’re you cleaning out your wardrobe all of a sudden?” Jon asked as Gackt, still half-naked, led him out of the walk-in closet and to similar but smaller room not far away.
“I need more space for new clothes,” Gackt explained. “If you see any shoes you want, just take them. I most probably won’t miss them.”
Jon stepped into the room after Gackt and found himself faced with shelf after shelf of shoes. There were boots, sneakers, slippers and sandals of every style and colour, occupying the floor-to-ceiling shelf-like shoe racks. Jon wondered if Gackt had worn every pair at least once and, if yes, how the hell did he do it? There were so many that Jon believed he could go through an entire year wearing a different pair of Gackt’s shoes every day. Maybe even longer. Why the hell did he have so many shoes anyway? And so many of them looked almost identical. Gackt probably bought them because they were made from a different material or something.
In reality, though, all that escaped him was, “damn.”
Then he heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and he turned to look at Gackt who was then unzipping his pants and pulling them down, leaving him in his underwear. This sudden turn of events (from cleaning out his closet to stripping) rendered Jon speechless for a moment.
“...what are you doing?” Jon asked after finding his voice. Gackt stripping in front of him was no new sight but it was certainly new to have Takumi and u:zo in this very house at the same time. Everyone in YFC knew about their relationship-slash-friendship but that didn’t mean he wanted to be caught in the act. And, especially because they knew, Jon felt he didn’t have to reinforce it with an example.
“I can’t try these boots on if I’m wearing these jeans. They become too tight,” Gackt said as he stepped out of the pool of his pants. He then took a pair of boots and went to the corner of the room, sitting down in a very familiar Renaissance chair[2] and then leaning forward to put on the boots, giving Jon a better view of the chair.
The chair appeared old and it had very intricate carvings on it. It was wooden and dark brown with a plush seat and backrest. The heads of the two armrests had been carved into lions too. The chair was beautiful. It fit in perfectly with the rest of the house and with Gackt’s personality. It was elegant and magnificent, majestic and gorgeous. And, for some reason, familiar. Jon felt that he had seen it somewhere before. The image of it in his memory was flickering in his mind but he couldn’t grasp it.
He walked over and stood next to it. He touched it, letting his fingers run over the carvings. The curves and dips under his finger tips felt nice…
“This is a beautiful chair, G,” Jon commented softly, looking closely at the backrest and then running his hand down it. “I’ve seen it before, somewhere…”
“It’s the one in my Setsugekka music video,” Gackt replied, still bent over and tying the laces of his boots.
The image that had been flickering in his mind came to him then. Gackt with curly hair seated in this chair with a look of pure anguish on his face. Yes, the Setsugekka music video…
“I’d love to have this,” Jon mumbled longingly. “It wouldn’t fit in at my house, though. It’s perfect where it is.”
It was dark and it was beauty. It was seductive and smart. It matched the roses on Gackt’s ceilings. It matched the stone walls and the waterfall. It matched a mansion with three floors underground and four floors above ground. It sounded weird to describe a house fitting in with a mansion but, to Jon, it made sense. This chair, just like its owner, was unique. And, just like its owner, it attracted Jon who just couldn’t keep his hands off of it.
Gackt glanced up at him, tying the laces on the other boot now. “I never knew you had a fetish for chairs,” Gackt commented, amused.
Jon laughed. “I don’t. I just know how to appreciate the finer things in life.”
“Oh, really?” Gackt leaned back after tying the boot’s laces and Jon stepped back to look at him sitting in that chair. He froze when he realised what Gackt looked like. The lead vocalist smirked and spread his legs wider.
Hooker boots. Gackt was wearing hooker boots, dressed in nothing but his underwear.
Gackt was wearing hooker boots, dressed in nothing but his underwear and sitting in that beautiful, godly chair. Dressed (or undressed, really) so sinfully was Gackt sitting in that ethereal chair. The artistic side of Jon told him that this was wrong. Morally and utterly wrong. But, with Gackt staring at him like that, dressed like that, Jon was beginning to throw appreciation for the arts out the window.
Gackt and that chair - It was a cultural clash: corruption and class. Immorality and righteousness. Cheapness and opulence.
...it was such a turn-on.
-
After that day, Jon could never look at that chair without blushing and, for that very reason, Gackt had it moved to his living room, so he could watch Jon squirm and get flustered when the other members asked him why he was turning red.
Notes: I'm actually none too pleased with this but lyriste said it's good, so...
Setsugekka chair: 1 // 2 // 3
[1] I'm just guessing.
[2] Again, just guessing. I'm not sure if it's really a Renaissance chair, orz.
On another note: FUCK YEEEEEEAH I COMPLETED THE DECEMBER CHALLENGE!