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Naked Foreigner	By : Zibaamen Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > MUCC Views: 1044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tatsurou x Yukke "Naked Foreigner"
Title? // "Naked Foreigner"

Pairing? // Tatsurou x Yukke

Rating? // NC-17.

Author? // zibaamen

Genre? // Oneshot, Non-AU,

Warnings?// Blowjob, Language, porn making.

Disclaimer? // I do not in ANY way own any of the people I use in these stories. They are free to love male or female, but I just like to fantasize. :3

Author's Note? // The next in my "Taste of Chaos" oneshot series, this time from Yukke's POV. Does everyone remember that blog about Tatsurou bursting in on Yukke in the tub during the tour, and showing it to all the crew and bands? Yeah...

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I really should take singing lessons.

Knock, knock.

My voice is so off-key that it apparently attracts an unwanted guest by the name of Tatsurou. I am very reluctant to allow visitors when I'm nude, dripping wet and utterly and completely vulnerable. Which just so happens to be my current situation. I sit up from the protective layer of suds shielding my dignity, frantically searching the room for a place to hide.

My reflexes fail me, for as soon as I stand up Tatsurou bursts through the door with the most evil electronic device in the entire world. A video camera.

Oh, and mind you...I'm still naked.

"Smile for the camera, Yusuke!!" He shouts, snatching up the towel on the ground before I can make a grab for it. He uses his foot to slam the door behind him while reaching back to lock the door with one swift flick of his thumb and index finger.

Multitasking mutherfucker.

"I hate you." I cover myself up the best I can, vaguely resembling that lady inside the clam with all the little cherub angels. I am too mortified to remember her name.

"No you don't. Now sit down, stay a while! You won't even know I'm here." Tatsurou makes himself comfortable on the lowered toilet seat, and I wonder if this is a normal occurrence for most people, or am I just really, really lucky? I would laugh if my penis wasn't reflecting the blinking red light on his camera.

"You live to make my right to privacy non-existent don't you, Tatsurou? I'm going to get you for this." I shake my finger at him, as if threatening him will make him feel like less of man than I do right now. He’s completely ignoring me, of course, instead amusing himself with the zoom button, aiming right for my crotch. I sit down quickly, almost slipping and killing myself in the process. I feel my confidence melt away with the bubbles.

"You have to admit though, this was pretty damn brilliant. I don't know how you'll top this." Tatsurou snaps the window shut on the camcorder and I let out a sigh of relief and sit back. Maybe if I sink low enough into the water he'll forget I'm even here.

"Like I haven't topped you before." I laugh. Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen...I have let this man have sex with me. This man that abuses my pride as a recreational sport. This man that will pick the worst time to pull my pants down in public, or kick me in the balls just because his foot happened to be level with them. Funnily enough, I love every fucking second of it.

"Mmmm, be careful, Yukke. It's still recording audio."

"As if you haven't gotten enough incriminating evidence? I'm already screwed." I shrug, looking up at him and splashing some water his way.

"If that's the case, then why don't we take advantage of this little guy and make a porn!!" He shakes the video recorder and has the biggest shit-eating grin I've ever seen, and I'm in disbelief that the words "make", and "porn" just left his mouth.

"...are you feeling alright?! We have Miya and Satochi in the room next to us, and Atreyu...a band of HUGE, straight American guys across the way. They even have a room key! I-I..."

I pause, because Tatsurou's expression has left me perplexed. The grin is still there, but his eyes are half-lidded, he looks sleepy, turned-on even.

"You are so hot when you're flustered." He chirps, and I hang my head in defeat, trying not to laugh. I can try to protest, but I know in the end he'll come out victorious. I shouldn't even waste the energy, but the thing about Tatsurou is he needs someone to play off him, otherwise he'll get bored with you fast. I think that's why he clings to me so much. Either that or I'm the only one stupid enough to stick around and take it like a little bitch.

"Give me the camera." I demand, holding out my soggy palm.

"Are you going to drop it in the water?" He hugs the camcorder, his lower lip quivering pathetically.

I smile, snatching it out of his fist and popping open the side window. "I'm going to tape you stripping. I'm locked in here with you, so my only option is to wade in the water and become progressively wrinkled, or give into your sinister ways as always and let you fuck me. Now show me your cock or the camera gets it." I point and shoot, my eyes shifting up to catch Tatsurou's eyes roll back into his head, his hands falling down to his belt and unlatching the buckle. Go me.

I watch through the screen, the pixels doing no justice to real version standing mere inches from me, his fingers tugging at his boxers and freeing himself completely, wiggling his legs until his pants fall in a pool on the floor. I scan up his legs, square in the middle where his hardening length is twitching, completely hypnotized by him.

I lean half way over the tub, telling him to take his shirt off, tilting the camera upwards so I get a clear shot of his upper body. His shirt is discarded on the floor along with the rest of his clothes, his hands moving over mine and taking the camcorder back and pulling me out of the tub.

"Suck me off." He orders, grabbing my hair and bringing me closer. I get on my knees and run my wet hands down his ass, teasingly licking the tip of his dick, looking up and seeing the eye of the lense pointed down at me, staring past it into Tatsurou's eyes. I bite my lip and lap at his length, tugging across the shifting flesh, all the foreskin bunching under my heavy strokes. Tatsurou's knees shake, and I can hear him groaning over the slight hum of the video recorder, both his hands curl over it as I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck...Yukke." He hisses, his body sagging as I let the tip tickle the back of my throat. I lean back and pump my fist over him, my eyelids growing heavy from the pleading noises he's making. I decide I need to show some type of courage on film so I take him as far as I can into my mouth swallowing around his sex, and I try not to gag as I start dragging my teeth over the sensitive skin. He nearly drops the camera as he yells out something incoherent, one of his hands holding the back of my neck forcefully, silently begging for more.

Now I realize this is probably the worst pseudo-porn that will ever exist, since it lacks all the essentials that you would see in one of the DVDs in Tatsurou's expansive collection...but, on any given day, I'd rather watch this over the 14 year old looking lady in a school girl outfit begging ‘Sensei’ to shove a ruler up her snatch.

Then again, I am sitting here happily inhaling an erection. I bet you're jealous too.

"Y-y-yukke, I'm not g-going to last much longer." He gasps, falling back against the sink counter, knocking that weird little toilet paper holder out of place and making me snort around his cock. We fail so much. Tatsurou makes sure the camera is secure before his knuckles turn white and his body tenses, head thrown back and the loudest moans spouting up past his lips into the hot air. Preparing myself for the liquid that's about to splatter across my tonsils, I kiss it, jerking it firmly, noticing how heavy I'm breathing from how beautiful he can be when he's orgasming. There is suddenly a warm wetness on my chin, oozing down my neck and towards my bellybutton. Pulling hard, I make sure I get every last drop out, and I kiss his thighs as he sets the camera down and cups my face.

"You blow my mind every time you blow my dick." He chuckles, kissing my lips and licking up all the cum starting to dry on my skin, making my toes curl from the neglected hard-on that has been sitting between my legs for the past 15 minutes that I forgot was there. Tatsurou, however has not forgotten and grabs a hold and tugs me closer, making me whimper and scramble to cling to him for dear life. My whole body powers up as he scratches down it's modest length. I look over at the camera and smile, something Tatsurou can't see as I meet his scratches with my own, leaving red marks down his back.

His tongue has found my neck, the sensation combined with the way his fist is working over my cock makes me feel like blacking out. Thrusting towards him I scream into his ear just to let him know that he is very good at this. Very, very good. He leans back, one hand curled around my body, the other moving so fast I'm having a difficult time watching it, shutting my eyes for a moment as that weird fluttering feeling builds in the pit of my stomach. My whole body starts shaking violently, feeling blindly because I'm seeing stars on the inside of my eyelids. I grab his face and smash our lips together and I muster up the deepest moan I've ever made as I cum into his hand.

When I stop shivering, I shove my tongue into his mouth to thank him, his own curling around mine. He has that grin once again, and this time I can't help but join him with both of us now naked, wet, and vulnerable, and I feel like maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. He kisses my nose and picks me up, my legs still wrapped around him as we head towards the door. I steal the camera before he turns off the light, and I make sure it's fully turned off before slamming it against his bare chest.

"There. Are you happy now that you have your own sex tape?"

"Fuck yes. I'm going to show it to everyone too."

I freeze...eyes bulging, heart stopping, penis softening.

"You wouldn't dare." I glare, trying to be convincing enough to sway his thoughts so there was no midnight screening of our sexual encounters.

"Come on, Yukke. Those big, straight Americans will find it entertaining." He throws me on the bed, tucking the camcorder away so I can't get to it from here. He starts searching through his luggage for some clothing and looks so proud of himself as I contemplate all the ways I can castrate him in his sleep.

"No. No...I...you..if they...arrghhhh!!" Wow, I am so articulate.

"Relax. I was only shitting you. I already showed them a clip of you in the bath the other night, in case you were wondering why they can't keep a straight face around you." He pulls on his jacket, smugly blowing me a kiss and leaving the room without another word.

"I love you too, you asshole."

My immediate thought isn't that I want to kill him, but that I really need to blog about this right now.

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