[fic] Gackt/Hyde - Life of the Party - 1/?
Title: An Excuse for Smut, ch. 1 - Life of the Party
Author: yokozuki
Pairing: Gackt/"unknown" - but yes, Hyde...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
The crack is strong in this one. XD
Also, mild dirty talk, oral sex, and a good amount of swearing.
Notes: I make no claim to know anything about the mind of Gackt, this is just my pretend version here, yeah? Any and all concrit is oh so very welcome..... =D
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This was another reason that he tried to avoid large events.
His head pounding, Gackt smiled politely at the woman standing next to him, who had been talking for the last several minutes about... what? Television commercials, oh yes. Her words were largely a blur in his memory.
He needed, desperately, to get away before he said something that would reveal just how little he cared for her conversation. His manager would be quite disappointed were he to indiscriminately destroy an opportunity for another promotion contract... as the woman seemed to be leading him toward. Let his manager deal with her. Yes.
"Forgive me..." Gackt said quickly, when she paused for half a second to take a breath. "I must take care of a personal... issue. Please," handing her a card, "do contact my manager to discuss the matter further."
"Oh! oh, yes, certainly, well, I'll just..." the woman babbled, and her voice trailed off behind him as he walked - as quickly as he judged to be still inoffensive - away from her toward an alcove that looked likely to lead to the restrooms. Not silence, not until he got out of the ballroom - this party was rather sedate, but the sheer number of attendees and vaulted ceiling dictated that there would be constant, echoing noise - but a blessed lack of witless people talking into his ear about... nothing important.
Most of his life seemed to consist of that, lately. Nothing important. Even sex had become pointless, just bodies and sensation without any... real... existence, any meaning at all.
He reached the alcove, entered the door at one side and found himself in a long hallway. The few doors on each side had absolutely no markings that he could discern. Well, exploring them might give him a few minutes' respite... time enough for the tension in him to release somewhat, he hoped.
The last door on the left was the only one unlocked. It led to... a black hole? An endless cliff? Most likely a simple meeting room, alas. He smiled slightly to himself and began feeling along the walls abutting the door for a switch.
"Hhhmmm-huh whaaa?!" and a muffled snorting noise came out of the darkness from the other side of the... well, he supposed that he would have to leave the initial flights of fancy behind and admit that it was only a long, dark room. "H-hello, is someone there... I'm sorry, I must have... fallen asleep..."
"It's all right," Gackt quietly assured the anonymous, lightly pitched male voice. "I am not about to have you dragged off to prison, or even dragged back to the party." He paused for a moment, considering. "You did find your way here from the party, I assume?"
"...yes. Yes - oh, god, I have no idea how long it's been - I should go back, they've probably been looking for me - " The man across the room was clearly torn between guilt at causing "them" worry, and a strong reluctance to return to the ballroom.
"I just came from there. I don't recall seeing anyone apparently searching for someone, or hearing anyone paged. The place is so full now, they probably assume that you are merely engaged in conversation across the room." Gackt had covered the first four feet to each side of the doorway now, and still had not found a switch. To hell with all electricians and their attempts at creative wiring.
This was another reason that he preferred candlelight.
"Oh. Good. That's good. So... um, you needed a break too, huh?"
Gackt answered from his crouch in the corner to the right of the door, where he was feeling along the baseboard for any potential means of getting some goddamned light in the room. "Yes."
"Oh. Good. Good... well. I'm... glad you found your way here. As long as nobody looking for you does too, of course." There was a sound of shuffling, and then footsteps. "Are you... what are you doing? Looking for something?"
Gackt found himself rather embarrassed to answer, but finally said, "Yes. A... light switch. Do you happen to know where in this room one might be found? I would prefer not to stumble over anything in the dark."
"Well, it's a pretty empty room anyway! Just a couch, over there by the wall. That's where I was sleeping," the man answered cheerfully, drawing closer. "Here, come on. No point in looking any more, I couldn't find one either. Of course, I didn't try nearly as hard as you..." and he... giggled, just the slightest bit, but definitely a giggle. Gackt blinked.
The voice floating in darkness became a shadow, and then a definite form, reaching out a hand to touch Gackt's shoulder. He couldn't stop himself from startling ever so slightly at the contact. Maybe it had been too long, since he had been touched by anyone except in the form of the occasional handshake. Too long since he had bothered to respond to any of the propositions constantly thrown his way.
Maybe the reason that sex itself seemed so worthless to pursue was that it had simply been too long since he'd gotten any.
Pursing his lips, he considered this possibility. No, there was a good reason behind his decision to stop. It didn't matter what he tried, or who he tried it on; at the end, he was left still hungry and aching for... something. He didn't know what.
"Alright." Gackt allowed himself to be guided across the room to the couch, and sat. "Well. What... are you here for, this evening?"
"Oh, you know, the usual this and that. Saying the right things to the right people, dropping hints that'll hopefully grow into money in my pocket, living up to my image, gadding about... you know." As gaily as it was said, Gackt could feel nothing but hollowness beneath the words. Leaving aside that he would have used words entirely different (and vastly more dignified)... it sounded very like how he felt.
"There is nothing and nobody in that ballroom tonight that you, yourself, are actually interested in or wish to spend any time at all within a hundred meters of," Gackt said calmly.
"Um. Well..." the other man was obviously taken aback by this statement.
"It's all right. I am not about to repeat that observation to anyone else. Even should I want to, I have no idea who you are," Gackt said into the darkness. He was sitting on the left side of the couch, upright so as to avoid contact with the man next to him, face straight forward and staring into the room as though he could see everything before him clearly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm-" but Gackt cut him off. "I think it would really be better, my new friend, if we left it that way."
"...oh." He sounded slightly confused. After his blithe, jaded little speech a minute ago, Gackt had rather expected more sense out of the man. Ah well.
He allowed himself to lean back, and stretched his legs before him. A few minutes of meditation, and he might feel capable of returning to the meat market masquerading as a music industry gala. The man next to him apparently felt that any potential conversation had been effectively killed, and this was fine with Gackt. He closed his eyes and began to run through his mantra for tolerance and balance.
Two minutes later, the beginnings of peace in his mind... were interrupted by a snore. Not a quiet, gentle one, oh no. A gurgling, uneven, machine gun-like sound that broke through Gackt's concentration like a chainsaw through zombie flesh. Little ragged chunks of focus and near-serenity flying everywhere. He bolted upright and turned to the man, grabbed for where he estimated the shoulders to be, and shook.
"kkkhhh..GBRWAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WHAT THE AAAH--" flailing arms and legs went everywhere, and one, of course, hit Gackt in the chin and made his teeth snap shut on his tongue.
"Ohhh, uh. Wow. Hi. Sorry about that..."
"Leh me gueth. Ih wa' hi'ing me tha' wohe you up..." Gackt's eyes were closed tightly and his whole world revolved, at that moment, around the pain in his mouth. He was hunched over the other man, half-laying on him, with his head nearly buried in the man's shoulder... his bloody tongue was bloody bleeding like a bloody bloody thing, and it HURT. At least he could move it, and it certainly didn't feel as though he had bit it hard enough to cause any real injury, but... "Whaaaaaaa the hell wehe oo thin'ing???!?" and he used the grip that he still had on the man's slight, wiry shoulders to shake him again. Just for good measure.
"I'm - I'm sorry! Shit! quit shaking me, damn it... I apologized, I couldn't help it, I was asleep, so I tend to get a little violent when I'm fucking SHAKEN awake, what do you want me to do?" came out of the his mouth in a babble between shakes. By now, Gackt was feeling somewhat more peaceable about the matter, and had come up with a sudden plan that promised to at least let him get some amusement out of the situation, so he let go and moved back to his half of the couch.
"Ahologize wi' thomething more than worhs. Get over here and suck my cock." Amazing how his tongue had recovered sufficiently from the shock of being nearly bitten in half just in time to articulate that last... the other man couldn't possibly claim to have misunderstood. His eyes narrowed with held-in laughter, and he waited for the certain outraged protests.
Which didn't come.
There were some slight choking sounds, and small caught breaths, as if... was he actually considering it? Did he think that Gackt was serious?
Who used lines like that, outside of the cheesiest porn in existence?
Gackt was very nearly insulted that the man apparently honestly thought that HE would use a line so trite and ridiculous as THAT... but then he remembered that the reason he'd felt the wickedly amused impulse to say it at all was that this man had no idea who he was. And that, he told himself in some relief, was absolutely the best thing to come out of this whole fiasco of an evening so far.
He felt the weight on the other end of the couch shift forward, and leave the seat. There was a moment of breathless tension where he wondered - where he thought - what if...? what if he actually does it? what if I actually let him?... I wonder if it feels different from a man, than it does from a woman...
Quickly, this train of thought was pulled up short, but its damage had been done; he'd found the idea... surprisingly erotic, and had to acknowledge that fact to himself.
Is this what happens when a sex addict quits women out of boredom? he thought to himself rather wildly. They turn gay?? There were hands at his belt, and he wasn't - pushing them - away...
Maybe, just maybe, when he'd held those small but strong shoulders in his hands, and felt a slight quiver go through his body that he hadn't consciously acknowledged for what it was... maybe, that same sort of quiver had shuddered through the body of the man he had held.
Who apparently had no such qualms about homosexuality, or lack thereof. Not, at least, if one were to judge by the way he was slowly, sensuously running his hands along Gackt's taut-muscled sides, down to his hips and brushing the tops of his thighs. The belt had been entirely disposed of while Gackt was having his inner crisis.
"I... really don't normally do this sort of thing... actually, I've never done this before at all..." the man kneeling at Gackt's feet said, gasping slightly as he spoke, as though he were just as apprehensive but unwillingly aroused as Gackt found himself. Gackt rolled his eyes briefly... they all said that. Of course, it was likely enough to be true; he had, after all, proven quite capable of inspiring entirely out-of-character erotic acts of desperation in even the most straitlaced of women; so why shouldn't that... whatever it was... apply to men as well?
"I don't know what it is... there's just... your voice, something in it made my throat feel thick, and... shivers up my spine, and then... you were over me, shaking me like I weighed nothing, holding me down, so close, and pressing ag-... oh god... it... turned me on more than I've ever felt..." he broke off with a barely audible whimper, and ducked in to brush his mouth against Gackt's stomach between the edges of the now partly unbuttoned shirt.
His thoughts were becoming increasingly disordered and illogical. Something had to be done. He should push the man away, push him back and move across the room, put his own clothes in order and return to the party... he should...
God those were soft lips.
He couldn't help himself. He gasped, just a little... just enough to let the man know that yes, it was quite effective. That he was indeed made of flesh and nerves, not stone.
That yes, he wanted desperately for those smooth, cool lips to be wrapped around his cock as far down as they could reach... not just brushing along the lines of muscle in his torso, as they were doing, teasingly, at this moment.
There was hardly time for Gackt's mind to begin adjusting to this before his half-unbuttoned shirt was shoved between his back and the couch, the hands that had moved to caress from his navel to the lower edge of his nipples were brought to the fly of his trousers... and his breath heaved in sharply as fingers brushed his erection through the fine wool. They caught as they passed, just enough for the back of his mind to notice and think, Calluses... guitar? before the hands closed on the top button and sharply pulled it undone. The pressure of his cock against the zipper opened it an inch before fingers caught the pull, and yanked it the rest of the way down. His cock bounced out from restraint and caught the other man in the cheek, and he'd have laughed any other time, but right now all he could do was blink tightly and try not to moan from the sensation of it... he was strung so tightly from anticipation that he felt that he might pass out, and it didn't even make any sense; surely one mouth was just like any other, in the grand scheme of things? It enveloped, it licked, you thrust, it swallowed... done deal, nothing special, move on to the next. But this, this was somehow... very much... making him feel that if the man didn't get a move on this very second, Gackt might come completely unglued...
His hands moved up from the edge of the couch, where they had gradually developed a white-knuckled grip, and roughly pushed into the hair of the man in front of him. Silky, cool hair, just like the silky, cool lips that were half an inch from closing around the head of Gackt's cock... he shook, just a little... and pulled gently forward, urging the man silently to OH GOD JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY.
There was no response. The lips stayed half an inch away, the man remained still. Maybe he'd had a crisis of conscience after all.
This was no time to quest for inner truth. This was the time for the Magnum to get what it fucking wanted, damn it. Gackt leaned down abruptly, pulling the man's head up, and pressed a rough kiss on that lovely soft mouth. He felt a gasp against his lips, then he was being kissed back, and their tongues began to slide against each other and into the other's mouth and licking and twisting and he pulled back suddenly to nip the man's bottom lip because his tongue STILL fucking hurt from having bitten it, and... if there had been any light, any light at all, and god knew Gackt had never wished for anything so fiercely in his life as he wished to see this man's face as he looked at this moment, they would have been staring each other straight in the eyes as they gasped and panted, sharing the same breath. They had pressed together as the kiss grew intense, and Gackt's cock was now freely rubbing against the silk covering the smaller man's stomach... he couldn't help himself, his hips just kept desperately twitching upward of their own accord, pressing up as he moved away...
Gackt sat back up, reaching for him, but his hands were captured and... pulled back into the hair they'd been entangled in a few minutes ago? Lovely. His mind clicked over from ragingly horny and desperate to keep close the source of potential satisfaction, to ragingly horny and content to allow events to go forth as they would.
And they did. Apparently past whatever mental barrier had caused his hesitation, the man resumed his previous post at the edge of oblivion, aka the head of the Magnum, and let his tongue slip out to glide along the edge of his lips, ghosting along the bottom of the ridge so Gackt could just feel the movement of the air as it passed. His entire body tensed. That tongue, that evilly teasing beautiful sweet wet tongue, came back in another pass and this time skipped just barely against the most sensitive point... he about jumped out of his skin, keeping himself desperately still, fighting against the recurrent urge to grab the man's head and yank it forward til his tonsils were bouncing on each side of Gackt's cock. Finally, finally, the lips opened, dove forward, and Gackt's wish effectively came true. The man's mouth was hot and wet and he wasn't doing too damn badly at covering his teeth and Gackt was about to come just from finally being here where he'd been focusing his thoughts for the last fifteen minutes.
His hands tensed, as that tongue kept sliding in circles and esses and he didn't even know or care what shapes because it felt so good that he thought the blackness in front of his eyes must have pressed its way inside and was about to take his mind away into it. His fingers, wrapped in silky hair, tugged this way and that uncontrollably as his balls tightened and hips twitched, and when the man who knelt at his feet began to settle into a smooth, steady rhythm of slight ups and downs, back and forth, round and round and all of it over again, Gackt let go of the strands spiraled around his hands and instead began rubbing and stroking along the man's scalp and face... pleading, imploring without words that he not stop, please keep doing that, oh just like that... he didn't hear the small choked moans coming out of his own mouth, or his gasping, rough breaths, he didn't hear anything but his mind repeating over and over, oh god right there don't stop keep going oh fuck I'm going to come, as the tension built and built in his lower body and that hot, smooth, steady licking and sucking wrapped him tighter until his body felt like it was about to break if he didn't-----
And the man abruptly stopped and pulled away, gasping desperately for breath.
Gackt's eyes popped wide, as did his mouth, and he laid there in shock, staring at where the ceiling must be and panting hoarsely, his hands shooting out to each side and clenching the fabric of the sofa tightly enough to rip holes in it. "I'm sorry... sorry..." came a choked voice, from where he lay on the floor wheezing. "I... held out as long as I could... sorry..." weakly reaching out his hand to pat Gackt's leg.
"Sor...ry...?" Gackt managed to say faintly.
"Yes... just, just... give me a few more seconds, please?..." he was starting to recover his breath now, and after clearing his throat several times, had apparently settled whatever had forced him to drop the matter at hand so abruptly. He moved again to the front of the couch, and reached out a hand to gently stroke along the center line from beneath Gackt's balls, shifting them gently, up his cock to the inverted V at the head... then back down, following his fingers with his lips. Back up, just the lips this time... back down using only his tongue, flicking it back and forth down the length of the thick ridge and gently across the seam until he reached the perineum... and Gackt shuddered and sat back up a little, pulled his hands away from the couch, and placed them back on the man's head where, he felt suddenly, they surely belonged from now on... or at least until the self-proclaimed first timer had entirely run out of inspiration in this realm.
"Who... the hell... are you?" he choked out. "I have to know..."
The only response was an amused-sounding humming, right over his balls, and Gackt groaned, forgetting entirely what he'd been saying a minute before as that clever mouth plunged back over his cock, twisting its way down, back up, tongue wrapping around slickly on each side at random, and the tension built back up even higher than it had been before, Gackt abandoning any semblance of control as he moaned unrestrainedly, breath hitching, hips rising and shifting side-to-side uncontrollably, as the other man's tongue rose back up to flick repeatedly at that - one - spot---
"Ohhhhhhuhhhhkamisamaaaaa..." Gackt moaned in uneven tones as he came, thrusting as deeply as he could into the throat of the man before him, the words half-whispered brokenly.
Swallowing, wiping tears and saliva from his eyes and face, the other man licked gently a final time at the slit of Gackt's cock and sat back. He cleared his throat a few times, swallowing again, and thought, What the hell have I just done?!
Wait, what was that he said? Something about it, it sounded... familiar... well, everyone says that though, I mean... but no, I've heard that... in that voice?...
Confused, trying to think but still caught up in - and desperately aroused by - what had just happened, he decided to let it go for now, sure it would come to him later...
In the meantime, he popped up onto the couch next to Gackt, leaned over and gave him a kiss. "I'm glad that I did that, actually listened to what I wanted instead of my mind telling me it was wrong. And I'm glad that you let me."
"Oh. Yes." Gackt was still rather dreamily in some far-off orgasm land.
"Well, I really do have to go back to that damned party now... I'll... well, I'll not be seeing you!" He'd wanted to give in and say the opposite, but... he realized that it was stupid, that it would be completely impossible for him to have any further relationship with this man, no matter who he was. Aside from the disaster it would be for his own career if they were discovered, he already had obligations elsewhere; it had been terrible of him to even do this. He laughed nervously, saying "Have a good night!" as he rose and walked away.
Gackt woke up to what was going on, blinking quickly before stumbling to his feet. "Oh. Oh! But..."
Too late. The door opened, and all Gackt could see was half an outline of a small, well-proportioned man with dark hair just touching his shoulders, before the door swung shut and he was left behind to try to figure out just what in the hell he was going to do now.
Of course, first he straightened up his clothing. But... aside from the practical, and after he got back to the fucking party, before someone came looking for him.
It was something that would require serious contemplation.
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~Any and all comments are welcome, good, bad, ugly, flame, whatever - and thank you for reading.~
Author: yokozuki
Pairing: Gackt/"unknown" - but yes, Hyde...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
The crack is strong in this one. XD
Also, mild dirty talk, oral sex, and a good amount of swearing.
Notes: I make no claim to know anything about the mind of Gackt, this is just my pretend version here, yeah? Any and all concrit is oh so very welcome..... =D
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This was another reason that he tried to avoid large events.
His head pounding, Gackt smiled politely at the woman standing next to him, who had been talking for the last several minutes about... what? Television commercials, oh yes. Her words were largely a blur in his memory.
He needed, desperately, to get away before he said something that would reveal just how little he cared for her conversation. His manager would be quite disappointed were he to indiscriminately destroy an opportunity for another promotion contract... as the woman seemed to be leading him toward. Let his manager deal with her. Yes.
"Forgive me..." Gackt said quickly, when she paused for half a second to take a breath. "I must take care of a personal... issue. Please," handing her a card, "do contact my manager to discuss the matter further."
"Oh! oh, yes, certainly, well, I'll just..." the woman babbled, and her voice trailed off behind him as he walked - as quickly as he judged to be still inoffensive - away from her toward an alcove that looked likely to lead to the restrooms. Not silence, not until he got out of the ballroom - this party was rather sedate, but the sheer number of attendees and vaulted ceiling dictated that there would be constant, echoing noise - but a blessed lack of witless people talking into his ear about... nothing important.
Most of his life seemed to consist of that, lately. Nothing important. Even sex had become pointless, just bodies and sensation without any... real... existence, any meaning at all.
He reached the alcove, entered the door at one side and found himself in a long hallway. The few doors on each side had absolutely no markings that he could discern. Well, exploring them might give him a few minutes' respite... time enough for the tension in him to release somewhat, he hoped.
The last door on the left was the only one unlocked. It led to... a black hole? An endless cliff? Most likely a simple meeting room, alas. He smiled slightly to himself and began feeling along the walls abutting the door for a switch.
"Hhhmmm-huh whaaa?!" and a muffled snorting noise came out of the darkness from the other side of the... well, he supposed that he would have to leave the initial flights of fancy behind and admit that it was only a long, dark room. "H-hello, is someone there... I'm sorry, I must have... fallen asleep..."
"It's all right," Gackt quietly assured the anonymous, lightly pitched male voice. "I am not about to have you dragged off to prison, or even dragged back to the party." He paused for a moment, considering. "You did find your way here from the party, I assume?"
"...yes. Yes - oh, god, I have no idea how long it's been - I should go back, they've probably been looking for me - " The man across the room was clearly torn between guilt at causing "them" worry, and a strong reluctance to return to the ballroom.
"I just came from there. I don't recall seeing anyone apparently searching for someone, or hearing anyone paged. The place is so full now, they probably assume that you are merely engaged in conversation across the room." Gackt had covered the first four feet to each side of the doorway now, and still had not found a switch. To hell with all electricians and their attempts at creative wiring.
This was another reason that he preferred candlelight.
"Oh. Good. That's good. So... um, you needed a break too, huh?"
Gackt answered from his crouch in the corner to the right of the door, where he was feeling along the baseboard for any potential means of getting some goddamned light in the room. "Yes."
"Oh. Good. Good... well. I'm... glad you found your way here. As long as nobody looking for you does too, of course." There was a sound of shuffling, and then footsteps. "Are you... what are you doing? Looking for something?"
Gackt found himself rather embarrassed to answer, but finally said, "Yes. A... light switch. Do you happen to know where in this room one might be found? I would prefer not to stumble over anything in the dark."
"Well, it's a pretty empty room anyway! Just a couch, over there by the wall. That's where I was sleeping," the man answered cheerfully, drawing closer. "Here, come on. No point in looking any more, I couldn't find one either. Of course, I didn't try nearly as hard as you..." and he... giggled, just the slightest bit, but definitely a giggle. Gackt blinked.
The voice floating in darkness became a shadow, and then a definite form, reaching out a hand to touch Gackt's shoulder. He couldn't stop himself from startling ever so slightly at the contact. Maybe it had been too long, since he had been touched by anyone except in the form of the occasional handshake. Too long since he had bothered to respond to any of the propositions constantly thrown his way.
Maybe the reason that sex itself seemed so worthless to pursue was that it had simply been too long since he'd gotten any.
Pursing his lips, he considered this possibility. No, there was a good reason behind his decision to stop. It didn't matter what he tried, or who he tried it on; at the end, he was left still hungry and aching for... something. He didn't know what.
"Alright." Gackt allowed himself to be guided across the room to the couch, and sat. "Well. What... are you here for, this evening?"
"Oh, you know, the usual this and that. Saying the right things to the right people, dropping hints that'll hopefully grow into money in my pocket, living up to my image, gadding about... you know." As gaily as it was said, Gackt could feel nothing but hollowness beneath the words. Leaving aside that he would have used words entirely different (and vastly more dignified)... it sounded very like how he felt.
"There is nothing and nobody in that ballroom tonight that you, yourself, are actually interested in or wish to spend any time at all within a hundred meters of," Gackt said calmly.
"Um. Well..." the other man was obviously taken aback by this statement.
"It's all right. I am not about to repeat that observation to anyone else. Even should I want to, I have no idea who you are," Gackt said into the darkness. He was sitting on the left side of the couch, upright so as to avoid contact with the man next to him, face straight forward and staring into the room as though he could see everything before him clearly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm-" but Gackt cut him off. "I think it would really be better, my new friend, if we left it that way."
"...oh." He sounded slightly confused. After his blithe, jaded little speech a minute ago, Gackt had rather expected more sense out of the man. Ah well.
He allowed himself to lean back, and stretched his legs before him. A few minutes of meditation, and he might feel capable of returning to the meat market masquerading as a music industry gala. The man next to him apparently felt that any potential conversation had been effectively killed, and this was fine with Gackt. He closed his eyes and began to run through his mantra for tolerance and balance.
Two minutes later, the beginnings of peace in his mind... were interrupted by a snore. Not a quiet, gentle one, oh no. A gurgling, uneven, machine gun-like sound that broke through Gackt's concentration like a chainsaw through zombie flesh. Little ragged chunks of focus and near-serenity flying everywhere. He bolted upright and turned to the man, grabbed for where he estimated the shoulders to be, and shook.
"kkkhhh..GBRWAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WHAT THE AAAH--" flailing arms and legs went everywhere, and one, of course, hit Gackt in the chin and made his teeth snap shut on his tongue.
"Ohhh, uh. Wow. Hi. Sorry about that..."
"Leh me gueth. Ih wa' hi'ing me tha' wohe you up..." Gackt's eyes were closed tightly and his whole world revolved, at that moment, around the pain in his mouth. He was hunched over the other man, half-laying on him, with his head nearly buried in the man's shoulder... his bloody tongue was bloody bleeding like a bloody bloody thing, and it HURT. At least he could move it, and it certainly didn't feel as though he had bit it hard enough to cause any real injury, but... "Whaaaaaaa the hell wehe oo thin'ing???!?" and he used the grip that he still had on the man's slight, wiry shoulders to shake him again. Just for good measure.
"I'm - I'm sorry! Shit! quit shaking me, damn it... I apologized, I couldn't help it, I was asleep, so I tend to get a little violent when I'm fucking SHAKEN awake, what do you want me to do?" came out of the his mouth in a babble between shakes. By now, Gackt was feeling somewhat more peaceable about the matter, and had come up with a sudden plan that promised to at least let him get some amusement out of the situation, so he let go and moved back to his half of the couch.
"Ahologize wi' thomething more than worhs. Get over here and suck my cock." Amazing how his tongue had recovered sufficiently from the shock of being nearly bitten in half just in time to articulate that last... the other man couldn't possibly claim to have misunderstood. His eyes narrowed with held-in laughter, and he waited for the certain outraged protests.
Which didn't come.
There were some slight choking sounds, and small caught breaths, as if... was he actually considering it? Did he think that Gackt was serious?
Who used lines like that, outside of the cheesiest porn in existence?
Gackt was very nearly insulted that the man apparently honestly thought that HE would use a line so trite and ridiculous as THAT... but then he remembered that the reason he'd felt the wickedly amused impulse to say it at all was that this man had no idea who he was. And that, he told himself in some relief, was absolutely the best thing to come out of this whole fiasco of an evening so far.
He felt the weight on the other end of the couch shift forward, and leave the seat. There was a moment of breathless tension where he wondered - where he thought - what if...? what if he actually does it? what if I actually let him?... I wonder if it feels different from a man, than it does from a woman...
Quickly, this train of thought was pulled up short, but its damage had been done; he'd found the idea... surprisingly erotic, and had to acknowledge that fact to himself.
Is this what happens when a sex addict quits women out of boredom? he thought to himself rather wildly. They turn gay?? There were hands at his belt, and he wasn't - pushing them - away...
Maybe, just maybe, when he'd held those small but strong shoulders in his hands, and felt a slight quiver go through his body that he hadn't consciously acknowledged for what it was... maybe, that same sort of quiver had shuddered through the body of the man he had held.
Who apparently had no such qualms about homosexuality, or lack thereof. Not, at least, if one were to judge by the way he was slowly, sensuously running his hands along Gackt's taut-muscled sides, down to his hips and brushing the tops of his thighs. The belt had been entirely disposed of while Gackt was having his inner crisis.
"I... really don't normally do this sort of thing... actually, I've never done this before at all..." the man kneeling at Gackt's feet said, gasping slightly as he spoke, as though he were just as apprehensive but unwillingly aroused as Gackt found himself. Gackt rolled his eyes briefly... they all said that. Of course, it was likely enough to be true; he had, after all, proven quite capable of inspiring entirely out-of-character erotic acts of desperation in even the most straitlaced of women; so why shouldn't that... whatever it was... apply to men as well?
"I don't know what it is... there's just... your voice, something in it made my throat feel thick, and... shivers up my spine, and then... you were over me, shaking me like I weighed nothing, holding me down, so close, and pressing ag-... oh god... it... turned me on more than I've ever felt..." he broke off with a barely audible whimper, and ducked in to brush his mouth against Gackt's stomach between the edges of the now partly unbuttoned shirt.
His thoughts were becoming increasingly disordered and illogical. Something had to be done. He should push the man away, push him back and move across the room, put his own clothes in order and return to the party... he should...
God those were soft lips.
He couldn't help himself. He gasped, just a little... just enough to let the man know that yes, it was quite effective. That he was indeed made of flesh and nerves, not stone.
That yes, he wanted desperately for those smooth, cool lips to be wrapped around his cock as far down as they could reach... not just brushing along the lines of muscle in his torso, as they were doing, teasingly, at this moment.
There was hardly time for Gackt's mind to begin adjusting to this before his half-unbuttoned shirt was shoved between his back and the couch, the hands that had moved to caress from his navel to the lower edge of his nipples were brought to the fly of his trousers... and his breath heaved in sharply as fingers brushed his erection through the fine wool. They caught as they passed, just enough for the back of his mind to notice and think, Calluses... guitar? before the hands closed on the top button and sharply pulled it undone. The pressure of his cock against the zipper opened it an inch before fingers caught the pull, and yanked it the rest of the way down. His cock bounced out from restraint and caught the other man in the cheek, and he'd have laughed any other time, but right now all he could do was blink tightly and try not to moan from the sensation of it... he was strung so tightly from anticipation that he felt that he might pass out, and it didn't even make any sense; surely one mouth was just like any other, in the grand scheme of things? It enveloped, it licked, you thrust, it swallowed... done deal, nothing special, move on to the next. But this, this was somehow... very much... making him feel that if the man didn't get a move on this very second, Gackt might come completely unglued...
His hands moved up from the edge of the couch, where they had gradually developed a white-knuckled grip, and roughly pushed into the hair of the man in front of him. Silky, cool hair, just like the silky, cool lips that were half an inch from closing around the head of Gackt's cock... he shook, just a little... and pulled gently forward, urging the man silently to OH GOD JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY.
There was no response. The lips stayed half an inch away, the man remained still. Maybe he'd had a crisis of conscience after all.
This was no time to quest for inner truth. This was the time for the Magnum to get what it fucking wanted, damn it. Gackt leaned down abruptly, pulling the man's head up, and pressed a rough kiss on that lovely soft mouth. He felt a gasp against his lips, then he was being kissed back, and their tongues began to slide against each other and into the other's mouth and licking and twisting and he pulled back suddenly to nip the man's bottom lip because his tongue STILL fucking hurt from having bitten it, and... if there had been any light, any light at all, and god knew Gackt had never wished for anything so fiercely in his life as he wished to see this man's face as he looked at this moment, they would have been staring each other straight in the eyes as they gasped and panted, sharing the same breath. They had pressed together as the kiss grew intense, and Gackt's cock was now freely rubbing against the silk covering the smaller man's stomach... he couldn't help himself, his hips just kept desperately twitching upward of their own accord, pressing up as he moved away...
Gackt sat back up, reaching for him, but his hands were captured and... pulled back into the hair they'd been entangled in a few minutes ago? Lovely. His mind clicked over from ragingly horny and desperate to keep close the source of potential satisfaction, to ragingly horny and content to allow events to go forth as they would.
And they did. Apparently past whatever mental barrier had caused his hesitation, the man resumed his previous post at the edge of oblivion, aka the head of the Magnum, and let his tongue slip out to glide along the edge of his lips, ghosting along the bottom of the ridge so Gackt could just feel the movement of the air as it passed. His entire body tensed. That tongue, that evilly teasing beautiful sweet wet tongue, came back in another pass and this time skipped just barely against the most sensitive point... he about jumped out of his skin, keeping himself desperately still, fighting against the recurrent urge to grab the man's head and yank it forward til his tonsils were bouncing on each side of Gackt's cock. Finally, finally, the lips opened, dove forward, and Gackt's wish effectively came true. The man's mouth was hot and wet and he wasn't doing too damn badly at covering his teeth and Gackt was about to come just from finally being here where he'd been focusing his thoughts for the last fifteen minutes.
His hands tensed, as that tongue kept sliding in circles and esses and he didn't even know or care what shapes because it felt so good that he thought the blackness in front of his eyes must have pressed its way inside and was about to take his mind away into it. His fingers, wrapped in silky hair, tugged this way and that uncontrollably as his balls tightened and hips twitched, and when the man who knelt at his feet began to settle into a smooth, steady rhythm of slight ups and downs, back and forth, round and round and all of it over again, Gackt let go of the strands spiraled around his hands and instead began rubbing and stroking along the man's scalp and face... pleading, imploring without words that he not stop, please keep doing that, oh just like that... he didn't hear the small choked moans coming out of his own mouth, or his gasping, rough breaths, he didn't hear anything but his mind repeating over and over, oh god right there don't stop keep going oh fuck I'm going to come, as the tension built and built in his lower body and that hot, smooth, steady licking and sucking wrapped him tighter until his body felt like it was about to break if he didn't-----
And the man abruptly stopped and pulled away, gasping desperately for breath.
Gackt's eyes popped wide, as did his mouth, and he laid there in shock, staring at where the ceiling must be and panting hoarsely, his hands shooting out to each side and clenching the fabric of the sofa tightly enough to rip holes in it. "I'm sorry... sorry..." came a choked voice, from where he lay on the floor wheezing. "I... held out as long as I could... sorry..." weakly reaching out his hand to pat Gackt's leg.
"Sor...ry...?" Gackt managed to say faintly.
"Yes... just, just... give me a few more seconds, please?..." he was starting to recover his breath now, and after clearing his throat several times, had apparently settled whatever had forced him to drop the matter at hand so abruptly. He moved again to the front of the couch, and reached out a hand to gently stroke along the center line from beneath Gackt's balls, shifting them gently, up his cock to the inverted V at the head... then back down, following his fingers with his lips. Back up, just the lips this time... back down using only his tongue, flicking it back and forth down the length of the thick ridge and gently across the seam until he reached the perineum... and Gackt shuddered and sat back up a little, pulled his hands away from the couch, and placed them back on the man's head where, he felt suddenly, they surely belonged from now on... or at least until the self-proclaimed first timer had entirely run out of inspiration in this realm.
"Who... the hell... are you?" he choked out. "I have to know..."
The only response was an amused-sounding humming, right over his balls, and Gackt groaned, forgetting entirely what he'd been saying a minute before as that clever mouth plunged back over his cock, twisting its way down, back up, tongue wrapping around slickly on each side at random, and the tension built back up even higher than it had been before, Gackt abandoning any semblance of control as he moaned unrestrainedly, breath hitching, hips rising and shifting side-to-side uncontrollably, as the other man's tongue rose back up to flick repeatedly at that - one - spot---
"Ohhhhhhuhhhhkamisamaaaaa..." Gackt moaned in uneven tones as he came, thrusting as deeply as he could into the throat of the man before him, the words half-whispered brokenly.
Swallowing, wiping tears and saliva from his eyes and face, the other man licked gently a final time at the slit of Gackt's cock and sat back. He cleared his throat a few times, swallowing again, and thought, What the hell have I just done?!
Wait, what was that he said? Something about it, it sounded... familiar... well, everyone says that though, I mean... but no, I've heard that... in that voice?...
Confused, trying to think but still caught up in - and desperately aroused by - what had just happened, he decided to let it go for now, sure it would come to him later...
In the meantime, he popped up onto the couch next to Gackt, leaned over and gave him a kiss. "I'm glad that I did that, actually listened to what I wanted instead of my mind telling me it was wrong. And I'm glad that you let me."
"Oh. Yes." Gackt was still rather dreamily in some far-off orgasm land.
"Well, I really do have to go back to that damned party now... I'll... well, I'll not be seeing you!" He'd wanted to give in and say the opposite, but... he realized that it was stupid, that it would be completely impossible for him to have any further relationship with this man, no matter who he was. Aside from the disaster it would be for his own career if they were discovered, he already had obligations elsewhere; it had been terrible of him to even do this. He laughed nervously, saying "Have a good night!" as he rose and walked away.
Gackt woke up to what was going on, blinking quickly before stumbling to his feet. "Oh. Oh! But..."
Too late. The door opened, and all Gackt could see was half an outline of a small, well-proportioned man with dark hair just touching his shoulders, before the door swung shut and he was left behind to try to figure out just what in the hell he was going to do now.
Of course, first he straightened up his clothing. But... aside from the practical, and after he got back to the fucking party, before someone came looking for him.
It was something that would require serious contemplation.
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