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Title: KiriKira Wars
Auther: kat8cha
Fandom: RPS (tenimyu/j-rock)
Pairing: Gackt/Kimeru
Rating: R
Summary: Gackt and Kimeru have a private party while the regular stars party downstairs.
Auther: kat8cha
Fandom: RPS (tenimyu/j-rock)
Pairing: Gackt/Kimeru
Rating: R
Summary: Gackt and Kimeru have a private party while the regular stars party downstairs.
Kimeru hadn’t really wanted to attend the party. It was a big thing for J-rock and J-pop starts though, and Kimeru’s manager had ‘highly suggested’ it. His trip to China had marked a big step in his career. Apparently few popular J-artists managed to establish a fanbase outside of Japan, and those that did were always the best, the brightest, the beautiful. Hence, Kimeru had to come to the party, and deal with various other singers, dancers, musicians, etc, who felt like approaching and congratulating him. Kimeru Land had been another big hit this summer, and his new single had good sales. Kimeru felt once again the public pressure of being a star.
It was tiresome, though he’d gotten some cute presents lately. From America even! There was an extra pink, extra sparkly bear sitting on a shelf in his living room now. He’d sleep with it, but it looked prettier on the shelf.
“So you’re Kimeru.” There was a cool voice behind him and Kimeru turned, recognizing it instantly. After all, it was important to know one of the ‘original bishonen’s’ or at least the one with the largest fanbase.
“Gackt.” Kimeru greated. Gackt was dressed impeccably, his leather pants clinging tightly to his form, and his dark red shirt fanning in just the right way so it lay bare his collarbone. As Kimeru looked at Gackt it was like a blanket fell over the conversation in the room, and for a few seconds Kimeru saw nothing but Gackt. Kimeru looked up into the others face, and again cursed his shortness. He was always looking up.
Gackt slid the sunglasses he was wearing down his nose, eying Kimeru speculatively. Kimeru wondered just how hard it must be to see while wearing those glasses inside. It wasn’t like the room was well lit or anything.
“You bored?” Damn, Gackt’s voice really was sexy. Kimeru suddenly felt very inexperienced. Gackt’s fanbase was huge, and Kimeru was just starting out. Plus Kimeru sounded nothing like that, he was far girlier.
“A little.” It was true, Kimeru didn’t really know anyone there. He’d had a brief flare of hope that maybe he would see someone he had worked with, but if they were there they’d been swallowed in the crowd.
“C’mon.” Gackt turned, the leather coat he was wearing swishing out behind him. Yet another impeccable touch to his sexy wardrobe. Kimeru smiled sweetly as the crowd started to close around him in Gackt’s wake, turning up his genki sparkly act and making his way out of the room. He knew the sparkles were mildly hypnotic, they’d blind people to the fact he’d actually left.
Gackt was waiting outside the doors to the hall the party was being held in. He shut them and lead Kimeru through the surprisingly empty hallway to a set of stairs and then up them. “Nice exit act.”
“Thanks.” Kimeru shrugged, holding onto the rail as he walked up the stairs. “It’s sorta funny to watch them stare into space.” He giggled softly, under his breath. Gackt stopped, throwing him a look over his shoulder. He’d apparently taken off the glasses, placing them in his coat pocket. Kimeru smiled disarmingly. Outside of the stuffy hall, in a normal environment Gackt didn’t really seem that scary.
“Cute.” Gackt murmured before opening a door to the second floor, motioning for Kimeru to go in front of him. As Kimeru walked past him he felt the briefest brush of a hand over his ass. Kimeru blinked, looking behind him as Gackt closed the door to the stairway and smiled disarmingly. He hadn’t imagined that.
“Shouldn’t you wait till we do a live together to molest me?” Kimeru asked perkily. That would be an interesting live, with more then enough screaming fangirls.
“That’s an interesting idea.” Gackt opened another door, this time to a richly appointed, well furnished penthouse suite. “I’ll bring it up to my manager.”
“And I mine.” Kimeru looked around the suite before plopping down on one of the plush couches. Gackt slid the coat off, tossing it over an arm chair. “You know, I was copying your style for my first MV.”
“I know, you didn’t quite manage.” Gackt poured himself a drink and offered one to Kimeru. Kimeru shook his head, declining. His tolerance for alcohol was so low that he couldn’t take more then a sip or two before he got giggly.Kimeru got giggly from just the smell of alchohol, and shortly after his first glass would be under the table. “But you looked sexy.” Kimeru crinkled his nose.
“I looked drab.” Gackt chuckled warmly and was suddenly very close.
“I doubt you’ve looked drab a day in your life.” Then he was *very* close, lips moving over Kimeru as Gackt pressed the slighter man down into the couch hand cool on his shoulder. Kimeru’s shirt was pulled off, the tight, glitter encrusted fabric tossed away with one hand as Gackt’s other hand worked on unbuttoning his silk shirt. Kimeru gasped, and was about to say something when his mouth was covered again. He looked into Gackt’s eyes before his own fluttered closed, tongue working against Gackt’s as a moan slipped from his mouth. He slid fingers over Gackt’s slim shoulders, down a well muscled but skinny back, stroking over the back of the others pants when they got there. By then Kimeru’s tight fitting pants were being peeled down his legs. Kimeru gasped as there were suddenly cool fingers sliding down his chest, carefully teasing his nipples as he moaned.
Opening his eyes he gazed down at the veritable god kneeling between his legs. Gackt smirked a little and Kimeru felt a finger trace down his aroused cock. Despite what some fangirls might wish to dream it was a small, typically asian cock. He wasn’t more then 5 inches hard. 5 inches which had just been swallowed into the most amazing, fantastically warm mouth imaginable. It was like heaven. Kimeru cried out, the arms he had been propping himself up with giving out under him, causing him to hit his head against the padded armrest. Gackt’s tongue was working circles around his cock, and the suction was just amazing. Still Kimeru wouldn’t allow himself to be beaten by a simple blowjob.
Even if it was from a god.
He felt pressure, then a breif flare of pain as a finger enclosed in a condom was pressed into his ass. He moaned, twisting, his hips squirming like during one of his concerts. Soon it was two fingers, and an incredible star burst of pleasure from his prostate. Kimeru loved that little nub inside of him, it incited such wonderful sensations. Gackt’s mouth was then licking on his thigh, and a sudden bite along with a brush against his prostate, the fingers inside of Kimeru hooking and rubbing against it. Kimeru shouted again, fingers digging into the stuffing of the couch, the pain in his leg ignored. Then Gackt was licking up his stomach and chest, lavishing kisses on the thin body. Kimeru did need to go on another diet though, he was getting a little pudgy on the sides...
His thoughts about a diet were forgotten as something bigger then fingers was pushed into him, thrusting unerringly against his prostate and making him cry out. Then there was a hot wet mouth on him again, kissing him breathless as he was driven into, and long fingers (still strangely cool) wrapped around his cock, stroking, stroking, stroking as both stars drove themselves to orgasm. As Kimeru came he let out a small (girly) scream that was lost into the heat of Gackt’s mouth, his semen caught in Gackt’s hand and across the other's stomach.
Gackt moaned, his cock squeezed as Kimeru spasmed in orgasm. He thrust a few times before orgasming himself, flinging his head back and panting. They lay in a tableau for a few seconds, Gackt hovering over Kimeru, both mouths gasping for air, lips bruised and puffy, faces sweaty from the quick love making. Gackt’s chest heaved for a few seconds before he got his breathing under control and carefully pulled out of Kimeru, unrolling his condom he tossed the cum filled object into the trash can and looked his companion over.
Kimeru propped himself up on the couch, his hair, that had been carefully arranged by his hairdresser earlier, in disarray. The only clothes he was still wearing was his socks, the practical if skimpy underwear having disappeared somewhere in the hotel room while his pants had been flung next to the artistically arranged fake flowers. Kimeru picked up his shirt, carefully opening it and sliding it over his chest, the hickeys beginning to bloom on pale skin covered up before Gackt’s eyes.
Gackt buttoned his leather pants, then did up the belt as Kimeru walked to his pants, limping just a little. The younger star looked around for his underwear and Gackt hid a smirk, buttoning up his shirt. The small, vaguely feminine, underwear were stuffed into Gackt’s coat pocket.
As a memento.
And possibly, as a promise for something more.
“I’ll get back to you.” He drawled. “About that live.” Kimeru smiled, tilting his head in a way that no doubt made the fangirls squeal and fall over.
“I’ll get back to you.” Kimeru pulled his pants up. “About your coat.” Then suddenly Kimeru was out the door, Gackt’s coat flung over his small shoulders. Gackt blinked, momentarily blinded by sparkles at the others exit.
“Cute.”
It was tiresome, though he’d gotten some cute presents lately. From America even! There was an extra pink, extra sparkly bear sitting on a shelf in his living room now. He’d sleep with it, but it looked prettier on the shelf.
“So you’re Kimeru.” There was a cool voice behind him and Kimeru turned, recognizing it instantly. After all, it was important to know one of the ‘original bishonen’s’ or at least the one with the largest fanbase.
“Gackt.” Kimeru greated. Gackt was dressed impeccably, his leather pants clinging tightly to his form, and his dark red shirt fanning in just the right way so it lay bare his collarbone. As Kimeru looked at Gackt it was like a blanket fell over the conversation in the room, and for a few seconds Kimeru saw nothing but Gackt. Kimeru looked up into the others face, and again cursed his shortness. He was always looking up.
Gackt slid the sunglasses he was wearing down his nose, eying Kimeru speculatively. Kimeru wondered just how hard it must be to see while wearing those glasses inside. It wasn’t like the room was well lit or anything.
“You bored?” Damn, Gackt’s voice really was sexy. Kimeru suddenly felt very inexperienced. Gackt’s fanbase was huge, and Kimeru was just starting out. Plus Kimeru sounded nothing like that, he was far girlier.
“A little.” It was true, Kimeru didn’t really know anyone there. He’d had a brief flare of hope that maybe he would see someone he had worked with, but if they were there they’d been swallowed in the crowd.
“C’mon.” Gackt turned, the leather coat he was wearing swishing out behind him. Yet another impeccable touch to his sexy wardrobe. Kimeru smiled sweetly as the crowd started to close around him in Gackt’s wake, turning up his genki sparkly act and making his way out of the room. He knew the sparkles were mildly hypnotic, they’d blind people to the fact he’d actually left.
Gackt was waiting outside the doors to the hall the party was being held in. He shut them and lead Kimeru through the surprisingly empty hallway to a set of stairs and then up them. “Nice exit act.”
“Thanks.” Kimeru shrugged, holding onto the rail as he walked up the stairs. “It’s sorta funny to watch them stare into space.” He giggled softly, under his breath. Gackt stopped, throwing him a look over his shoulder. He’d apparently taken off the glasses, placing them in his coat pocket. Kimeru smiled disarmingly. Outside of the stuffy hall, in a normal environment Gackt didn’t really seem that scary.
“Cute.” Gackt murmured before opening a door to the second floor, motioning for Kimeru to go in front of him. As Kimeru walked past him he felt the briefest brush of a hand over his ass. Kimeru blinked, looking behind him as Gackt closed the door to the stairway and smiled disarmingly. He hadn’t imagined that.
“Shouldn’t you wait till we do a live together to molest me?” Kimeru asked perkily. That would be an interesting live, with more then enough screaming fangirls.
“That’s an interesting idea.” Gackt opened another door, this time to a richly appointed, well furnished penthouse suite. “I’ll bring it up to my manager.”
“And I mine.” Kimeru looked around the suite before plopping down on one of the plush couches. Gackt slid the coat off, tossing it over an arm chair. “You know, I was copying your style for my first MV.”
“I know, you didn’t quite manage.” Gackt poured himself a drink and offered one to Kimeru. Kimeru shook his head, declining. His tolerance for alcohol was so low that he couldn’t take more then a sip or two before he got giggly.Kimeru got giggly from just the smell of alchohol, and shortly after his first glass would be under the table. “But you looked sexy.” Kimeru crinkled his nose.
“I looked drab.” Gackt chuckled warmly and was suddenly very close.
“I doubt you’ve looked drab a day in your life.” Then he was *very* close, lips moving over Kimeru as Gackt pressed the slighter man down into the couch hand cool on his shoulder. Kimeru’s shirt was pulled off, the tight, glitter encrusted fabric tossed away with one hand as Gackt’s other hand worked on unbuttoning his silk shirt. Kimeru gasped, and was about to say something when his mouth was covered again. He looked into Gackt’s eyes before his own fluttered closed, tongue working against Gackt’s as a moan slipped from his mouth. He slid fingers over Gackt’s slim shoulders, down a well muscled but skinny back, stroking over the back of the others pants when they got there. By then Kimeru’s tight fitting pants were being peeled down his legs. Kimeru gasped as there were suddenly cool fingers sliding down his chest, carefully teasing his nipples as he moaned.
Opening his eyes he gazed down at the veritable god kneeling between his legs. Gackt smirked a little and Kimeru felt a finger trace down his aroused cock. Despite what some fangirls might wish to dream it was a small, typically asian cock. He wasn’t more then 5 inches hard. 5 inches which had just been swallowed into the most amazing, fantastically warm mouth imaginable. It was like heaven. Kimeru cried out, the arms he had been propping himself up with giving out under him, causing him to hit his head against the padded armrest. Gackt’s tongue was working circles around his cock, and the suction was just amazing. Still Kimeru wouldn’t allow himself to be beaten by a simple blowjob.
Even if it was from a god.
He felt pressure, then a breif flare of pain as a finger enclosed in a condom was pressed into his ass. He moaned, twisting, his hips squirming like during one of his concerts. Soon it was two fingers, and an incredible star burst of pleasure from his prostate. Kimeru loved that little nub inside of him, it incited such wonderful sensations. Gackt’s mouth was then licking on his thigh, and a sudden bite along with a brush against his prostate, the fingers inside of Kimeru hooking and rubbing against it. Kimeru shouted again, fingers digging into the stuffing of the couch, the pain in his leg ignored. Then Gackt was licking up his stomach and chest, lavishing kisses on the thin body. Kimeru did need to go on another diet though, he was getting a little pudgy on the sides...
His thoughts about a diet were forgotten as something bigger then fingers was pushed into him, thrusting unerringly against his prostate and making him cry out. Then there was a hot wet mouth on him again, kissing him breathless as he was driven into, and long fingers (still strangely cool) wrapped around his cock, stroking, stroking, stroking as both stars drove themselves to orgasm. As Kimeru came he let out a small (girly) scream that was lost into the heat of Gackt’s mouth, his semen caught in Gackt’s hand and across the other's stomach.
Gackt moaned, his cock squeezed as Kimeru spasmed in orgasm. He thrust a few times before orgasming himself, flinging his head back and panting. They lay in a tableau for a few seconds, Gackt hovering over Kimeru, both mouths gasping for air, lips bruised and puffy, faces sweaty from the quick love making. Gackt’s chest heaved for a few seconds before he got his breathing under control and carefully pulled out of Kimeru, unrolling his condom he tossed the cum filled object into the trash can and looked his companion over.
Kimeru propped himself up on the couch, his hair, that had been carefully arranged by his hairdresser earlier, in disarray. The only clothes he was still wearing was his socks, the practical if skimpy underwear having disappeared somewhere in the hotel room while his pants had been flung next to the artistically arranged fake flowers. Kimeru picked up his shirt, carefully opening it and sliding it over his chest, the hickeys beginning to bloom on pale skin covered up before Gackt’s eyes.
Gackt buttoned his leather pants, then did up the belt as Kimeru walked to his pants, limping just a little. The younger star looked around for his underwear and Gackt hid a smirk, buttoning up his shirt. The small, vaguely feminine, underwear were stuffed into Gackt’s coat pocket.
As a memento.
And possibly, as a promise for something more.
“I’ll get back to you.” He drawled. “About that live.” Kimeru smiled, tilting his head in a way that no doubt made the fangirls squeal and fall over.
“I’ll get back to you.” Kimeru pulled his pants up. “About your coat.” Then suddenly Kimeru was out the door, Gackt’s coat flung over his small shoulders. Gackt blinked, momentarily blinded by sparkles at the others exit.
“Cute.”