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Illuminati	By : iztayultepes Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Malice Mizer Views: 2629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Malice Mizer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Gackt walked onto the scene and everything went dead silent, awaiting his approval. Mana might be the leader of the band, but he and the rest of the members of Malice Mizer lived only to please Gackt. Besides, what would they be without their sex idol?

The singer's beautiful eyes flickered over the set, taking in the scenery from left to right, and back again. Hm... he thought. What is this? We've got a jacuzzi...full of naked women... There's a row lasslass coffins against the wall...full of naked women...

"I don't...have to...touch...anything, right?" he asked, glaring at the director.

The nervous man shook his head quickly. "Oh, n-n-no, Gackt-san! You'll just...um...be sitting in that metal chair by those coffins, and pretend to get electrocuted."

The idea was an ingenius one--A Clockwork Orange: the rock video. The song was "Illuminati." In the book the video concept was based on, an infamous rapist is strapped to a chair and forced to watch sexually violent videos while injected with toxins to make him sick. By the time he is released by the institution that is trying to reform him, any sexual urges or visions of violence make him extremely ill, so he becomes a new man. This was the theme of the video, with Gackt as the rapist, and the rest of Malice Mizer as the video he is forced to watch. Unfortunately, someone had come up with the less-than-brilliant idea to use women in the music video.

Gackt stood there, critically examining the set. At last he sighed, and with a shrug, walked over to the metallic chair. Everyone else took their places, and the music began.

As Gackt waited, pretending to be too drugged to struggle, a woman in a laboratory coat began to strap him into his chair. She was blonde, not Japanese, and worst of all, she wore nothing at all under the jacket. When she leaned over to bind his wrist to the chairarm, her bare breast came into contact with Gackt's sleeve, and the singer ripped his arm away from her.

The director called for the music to stop. "Is something w-wrong, Gackt-san?" he asked through his megaphone.

"Don't shout at me! There's no way I can do this while looking at--at that!" he screamed back, jerking a head at the woman in disgust.

"...Gackt-san, this is the way the video is supposed to look--sexually explicit and violent... If there is no nudity--"

"I'm not trying to wreck my own video!" Gackt yelled. "Just--somebody, please get me a blindfold!"

Someone--maybe several someones--rushed off to do his bidding, while the woman of subject stood with her head lowered in embarrassment. She'd been looking forward to this so much! A girl like her landing a spot in a Japanese music video for a world-renowned rock group? It was a huge career move; apparently Gackt didn't care.

When they finally started to roll the cameras again, Gackt found it much easier to play his part without being able to look at the women. He knew what was coming, but even without having looked at the semblance of a script they were using, he could feel Kami nearby when two naked women dragged him onto the screen. Now...if Kami had been the one not wearing any clothes, there would be no need for a blindfold; the man had a beautiful body...

Next, Mana was placed into one of the coffins by Yuki and Kozi. They filmed a few shots of Gackt shaking in the electric chair, then it was time to move on to more complicated scenes.

Yuki, Kozi and--yes, even beautiful Kami--did their scenes perfectly, finding it almost natural to touch the womens' bodies obscenely, to cut them up into little pieces and pluck out their eyes just to drink the blood of their skulls. Well, not literally, of course. Editing and special effects would take care of the details later. For now, Gackt was happy to have a pair of VR-ish goggles to use as a blindfold. Besides the bright bursts of light flashing in his sensitive eyes, the images of nude females were enough to make him ill for real.

And then it was his turn. Gackt, forced to remove his mask, eyed the raven "beauty" before him warily. He turned to the director yet again, not caring whether or not the woman could speak Japanese. "No way," he said in his native tongue.

The director fought back the sudden impulse to rip out his own hair. He had been dreading this, but knew full well it would come. "Gackt-san," he said gently through clenched teeth, "everyone else--"

"Mana hasn't shot anything yet!" Gackt cried on a sudden inspiration. He'd much rather fuck his gorgeous, effeminate bandmate than one of these disgusting nobodies.

Everyone stared for a moment, at the director's stunned-red face, wondering just what in the world was going to happen. There was silence.

Gackt stood in wait of an answer, but felt the eyes of the foreign women all over him. They wanted him. Like the willing prey of a vulture, they would vie for the role of his rape victim, but Gackt was unwilling to have any of them. Yes, it would have to be Mana or no one.

"I...don't mind..." Mana murmured finally, his soft, girlish voice too faint for some to hear.

But the director's ears were the ones that mattered. He couldn't respond, but he shrugged with a sigh of acceptance that this video was totally out of his control. He knew Gackt was now the director, but at least he'd get paid for showing up.

Mana crawled on top of the surgical table, calling for a styist to make sure his long, blonde hair looked just right spilling across the surface, but wouldn't be in the way of Gackt's roving hands.

Meanwhile, the singer stipped down to his heavenly, God-given, bare-skinned body. All eyes were on him, but he felt no need to blush. He liked to be the focus of all their attention; he knew he was hot. He smirked, hoping Kami was breaking a sweat after seeing the view from behind. If he thinks this is hot... A wicked glint lit up in his eyes as a plan formed. He was getting aroused just by looking at Mana lying on that table...

The music began and the lights started flashing like they had before. Mana maintained his usual straight face, and not even Gackt could tell what was going on behind the guitarist's distant eyes.

The singer reached the table and climbed up, ignoring the gasps that might have come from anyone around him--anyone save for Mana. He was stone, like ice, but then Gackt was on top of him, spreading his legs to press his intimacy against Mana's leather-clad thigh. The guitarist reached for him, gloved hands grasping behind a knee and roaming up slowly to give Gackt's hip a light squeeze. After that, his fingers moved to grip another part of the singer's lucious body.

Suddenly it was gone--the set, the lights, the director, the captivated audience--all of it. There was only Mana, lying on that table panting when he heard Gackt gasp with that sensual breathiness that made everyone want him so badly. Gackt felt the music's pounding rhythm and matched it with the rocking of his own body. As he thrust against Mana, the guitarist's free hand moved up to cling tightly to his back; his nails would have scratched if he hadn't veiled them with the gloves.

The rhythm of the song took a momentary lull, and Mana used this to his advantage, rolling over with surprising strength--he was a man, after all--and, now the one on top, he was free to slide his fishnets down from underneath his tight, black leather skirt. When his gloved fingers caught, Gackt was there with eager, bare hands to help him get free, turning them over so that he had the upper hand once more. Mana's spiked heels went flying to either side of the table and his skirt flew up, with Gackt enthusiastically uinguing.

The rhythm picked up from its lapse and it took but moments for Gackt to squeeze into his lover and begin to match pace with Kami's pre-recorded drums.

Ah, yes... Kami...

Gackt turned his head to the side and searched forair air of beautiful, wide eyes. There were now just the three of them in the room--metaphorically speaking--and the singer concentrated on Kami's lovely face and Mana's tender body simultaneously, bringing the three of them together when in reality there were but two.

Gackt pounded into Mana furiously, and the other man gave no cry of protest, or even of enjoyment. It was his way.

He was still in a music video, and aware of that, somewhere in the back of his mind. But the important thing was the music itself, driving them on. Gackt knew every beat of the song as well as he knew the feel of the guitarist’s body, so pliant under his caress, and that lustful gaze in Kami’s eyes. He pulled and tugged and brought Mana with him to the brink, seeing the effect it had on their drummer as well...and feeling his own response.

Mana gasped as the sound of whips blared through the speakers. Gackt began to hiss along with the song, heightening their pleasure. He knew they were both close.

MAGICAL OR MERIMENT
COMMUNION WITH NIMROD

He sang again, his voice rasping harshly as he struggled to draw it out to the last measure.

MAGICAL OR MERIMENT
COMMUNION WITH NIMROD

Mana’s mouth gaped and he threw his head back, spilling his passions between their tightly-pressed bodies.

MAGICAL OR MERIMENT
COMMUNION WITH NIMROD

Gackt didn’t relent or even slack his pace.

MAGICAL OR MERIMENT
COMMUNION WITH NIMROD

Then Gacame ame hard, causing Mana to nearly faint with pleasure and he knew Kami was ready to fall down on his knees with the desire he felt at that exact moment. He made a show of the rapture he felt, crying out right on pitch as though the whole charade had been planned--when, actually, this was the only true sexual act to have been performed in the video.

Mana struggled to catch his breath with the tight laces across his bosom choking him, and Gackt could only smirk, watching sweat drrom rom his long, damp hair onto Mana’s china doll face.

The director cleared his throat, the only sound now in the hollow studio save for Mana’s panting and Gackt’s moans of resounding pleasure fading. He turned to the special effects coordinator at his side. “Think we can get blood in that shot?”

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