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50 ways to love	By : nekochannya Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“It’s me, Gackt! Don’t shoot!” The man hissed desperately, lifting his powered rifle in a disarming motion, pointing it away from his high strung friends.
“It’s Gackt! Shoot him!” Chacha shouted gleefully and as one they ganged upon him. Gunshots exploded, sending a barrage of birds into the air. Laughter filled their eyes as the poor man gargled and fell under a barrage of multi colored paintballs from friendly fire.

“Somebody feed Cha-chan his pills! He just downed the Commanding Officer! The shit’s gonna hit the fan over this one, nyan! Better make sure he’s dead and won’t tell any tales!” Ren crowed mischievously as he shot the fallen man twice more for emphasis.

“Yeah… let’s!” Masa nodded with approval, lifting his gun to do just that.
“Better get away from him… he’s gonna blow… I can feel it!” Ren warned softly, instructing Masa to lower his rifle.

The men retreated quickly, setting distance between themselves and the roaring beast that was their unmoving but undead boss. The still figure laughed maniacally before standing up and charging with a furious roar.

“You will forfeit your lives for this!” He bellowed, shooting first the blond menace with two well-aimed shots at his controlling unit. His own was smoking and crackling smartly but he didn’t care. To get revenge he would stand this and much more. Such was his competitive spirit. Pointing his gun at the tallest target, he pulled the trigger in quick succession but his aim was off thanks to the fallen man reaching for his leg.

“Run! Run! I will bring him down!” Chacha gargled dramatically as he directed the others to run.

“Like hell you will… they will pay for this with their lives and the skin of their fingers… Specially the runt!” Gackt promised darkly. Another shot on the controlling unit and Chacha tensed and lay still, the electricity strong enough to dissuade him from moving or talking.

“I’m coming for you!” he cried out to the woods. He wanted to take off the damned unit but knew he daren’t take the time to do so. They were lurking in the shadows and he was on the hunt. Pain and discomfort could wait until later. Nobody bested Gackt. Nobody! And that certainly included his lover and his best friends.

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“It’s alive! Run! Bring in the S&M cat suits! It’s Commando all over again!!” Ren yelled perversely, ducking quickly to avoid suffering the same fate as his bandleader. Pushing through the vegetation, he gloated as he towed Masa along, knowing it would drive Gackt crazy. He was mocking Gackt by taking his lover and staying paintball free at the same time… that would certainly merit a nasty chase. He loved to be naughty. Now if only he could wheedle a kiss out of Masa… ‘That would surely mean death by Gackt… nyan!’ He thought of the mental list he had to accomplish. ‘I must get to camp soon…’

“Hey! If we are doing a Commando Rebirth re-enactment, shouldn’t you try to hit him first?” Masa panted as he followed Ren closely. He knew it was not a good idea to stay near his lover… given that he had also shot him. ‘When he catches up with me, my ass is gonna hurt like hell for the next couple of weeks… Jesus! Why did I let Ren talk me into it?’ he thought with dismay as they heart growling sounds nearer than expected.

“Already did… I just changed tactics this time around! Didn’t you see how he subdued me then? I am not losing this one!” he replied fiercely, his determination shining brightly in his gaze. His blood pumped wildly inside his veins, pushing firmly into the bushes. The thick underbrush made it hard to run without falling; Masa found it increasingly hard to follow Ren.

The adrenaline rush riding him so hard right now was the reason that drove him to risk limb and neck in this silly mountain game of War Gackt was so partial to. Usually it was Gacktjob vs Gacktworld. This time around though, Gacktjob had turned against its master and he was at the head of the revolt. Somehow… it felt… right.

‘Nobody told him to make us play in a place as cold as this, with such bad climate! Nyan… in for a surprise nyan…’ he thought with a perverse smile.

Signaling his panting partner to move alongside him, he started advancing; crouching deeply as he made his way down a steep slope. The sounds of his own breathing accompanied his movements, his senses keenly attuned to nature around him. Stalking the shadows predatorily, he moved silently; his cat-like grace exposed to the dazed eyes of his companion. Looking over his shoulder, he gave Masa a ‘thumbs up’ signal to encourage him. He would never say it, but he loved this game.

His combat boots splashed noisily through the murky waters of a river. The forest’s sounds masking some of the noise. “Shit… we will have to get into the water to lose him and go around him to base camp.” He said distractedly, trying to guess the exact location of the one in hot pursuit of their asses. Masa didn’t budge. He just stood there looking rebellious.

“Come on!” He hissed noticing his partner hesitation. He had to give it to Masa, the water was cold and it looked unappealing. Still, they had to do it. It was part of the whole thing.

“I didn’t come here to take a cold bath with my clothes on!” Masa protested weakly, unwilling to get wet and cold just for the sake of a stupid game. Ren bristled.

“Get in the water… we must lose him. You wanna end up dead?” he asked urgently, his ears straining to determine the position of the enemy.

“For chrissake, Ren! It’s just a fucking game!” Masa whined as he crossed his arms and sat slumped on the forest floor. “I’m not having my dick freeze and fall off due to exposure! It’s too damned cold!”

“You don’t get in the water and your dick won’t be the only thing to fall! Come on!” Ren groused as he went to pull him up. With an experienced flick of his wrist, Masa pulled and twisted, sending Ren in a tumble. Promptly climbing on top of him, he ignored the warning blips of the instruments on his chest. This was more important.

“Get this… I am not getting wet…” Utter silence received him as nature around him fell suddenly silent. Even the man under him waited breathlessly for his next move. Realizing their position, he blushed. A branch snapped close-by. Suddenly, waist-high frigid water sounded like a breeze for an incredibly embarrassed man.

Reserves forgotten in the rush of the hunted, Masa slipped into the water, following Ren silently, the moment’s urgency making both forget it was only a game.

Taking care not to let their guns take more water than necessary, they found a dark, hidden crevice under an ancient tree on the river bank.

“Not a word now, Ma-kun…” Ren whispered closely against Masa’s ear, the warm puffs of air making Masa shiver unaccountably. The eager excitement and breathlessly cunning expression in Ren’s face made him look much older and mature… He was turning into a stranger; a handsome and virile one at that.

‘Fuck! Where did that come from?’ Masa thought with chagrin as his body slowly awoke to their closeness even though it should be withering away due to the cold. Ren pushed back against him, drawing a soft gasp from his lips. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ he thought with dismay as he shook his head at Ren’s querying glance. For a moment there, at the river bank, he had felt the faint stirrings of lust. Lust that, for the past few months, lay dormant at the very bottom of his soul; lust so deep not even his lover knew about it. That idea terrified him since it seemed Ren could easily bring to life what Gackt had taken months to stir in him. Real enough, at the moment, his body was slowly coming to attention, same as before. ‘God, please! Make him not grind his ass into my crotch anymore please! I… I… can’t stand it!’ he shivered as Ren moved again before stilling.

“Shush… he’s here.” Ren whispered once more before covering Masa’s mouth with a gloved hand. Glad for the distraction, Masa turned his senses outside, allowing his body free reign while he waited. Both knew Gackt was close, given the gunshots had stopped then renewed in short bursts. That meant the hunt for them was on.

“You-san must be down… so it’s you and me, nyan… good…” Ren muttered distractedly. Studying his profile, Masa wondered how was it he had never realized the pleasing harmony of his features, his dark lashes and high cheeks. The bluish tinge of Ren’s full bottom lip made him ache to draw heat into the shivering body pressed tightly against his.

Tense, like animals preparing to flight at the slightest sign of danger, they waited for the hunter to approach. Ren turned slightly to see how his partner was faring even though he couldn’t stop shivering. Masa’s face turned pale and tight but eager as Gackts footsteps came closer to their hiding place. Overtaken as he was with the primal need of survival, Ren’s gaze locked on the rosy lips that looked warm and tender. Licking his lips unconsciously, Masa’s pupils dilated and his nostrils flared as pure, unadulterated desire coursed through his body. Taking in the changes in his partner, Ren’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t expected this, after all… Masa was Gackt’s lover. Electricity coursed through their bodies once their eyes made contact and everything was forgotten. Their lips brushed against one another in a petal soft caress, their faces turning red like little kids. The cold muzzle of a gun poked against Ren’s cheek and he stiffened.
“I hope you are not doing what I think you are doing. You know I don’t share my toys Ren-chan.” Gackt warned softly before pulling on Ren’s belt. “Out of the water both of you… So, you are into shooting your lover, Ma-kun.” He smiled tightly as Masa blushed and shrugged.
“Oi, leave him out of this. It’s just a game, nyan…” Ren tried to reason softly. “I had my reasons…”
“Not after you shot me, ran away with my lover and had the gall to kiss him on top of that, no siree!” Gackt growled softly. “I will give you a chance to explain those reasons… but only a chance, mind you. You’d better make it good!”
“It’s called Checkmate, nyan!! I don’t care if you shoot me… I won!” he called with forced glee. “You have yourself to blame. Chess remember?” Ren pointed as he moved to stand in the riverbank with an impudent grin. “You said so yourself, remember? Hit the enemy where it hurts, capture the bishop, cripple the knight, steal the queen and then… checkmate!” He laughed enjoying Gackt’s disbelieving face.

“All this for chess?” Gackt queried awed. Ren nodded and motioned for him to follow. The water’s temperature was dropping and he was not risking hypothermia. His hand extended to help Masa, but noticing the tension in his friend’s eyes, he let it drop. Leaving the water, he shivered, hugging himself to bring some heat into his thin frame. Smiling through his half frozen state, he continued.

“I was almost there… It occurred to me after our conversation last week. We were drinking, and then you remembered that shooting… Commando Rebirth. You laughed and joked about how I couldn’t do much more than block during the shooting. It was then I remembered our chess class, nyan. It was time for some payback… Given my size, I couldn’t very well capture the bishop… He’s too quick… but you did that yourself… same with the knight… Too tall, nyan… There was no rook… as that was I… so… I just had to steal the queen… and her kiss. Nyan!… Checkmate!” Ren laughed infectiously, sitting on the ground, waiting to be shot. “Confess Gacchan… I won!”

Kneeling, Gackt couldn’t help but burst into laughter as the koneko’s cunning mind was unveiled. Dropping his gun, he just laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks. “Incredible, koneko… you are deeper than even I could ever hazard.” He caught his sides and fell back on the ground, gasping with laughter. “You win, koneko… you are right.”

Ren chuckled, knowing his friend would believe his words. He didn’t know what had happened back there but it was too raw for him to analyze right now. Movement from the corner of his eye drew his attention. Gunshots exploding in rapid succession were heard and the two men lay still before a shivering Masa.

“Sorry, Gackt-chan… Ren-chan… I beg to differ. This one’s actually mine… and today… the Queen wins!” Masa replied, his voice full of sarcasm after shooting them squarely in the chest. “You seem to have forgotten just what the Queen sports between her royal legs, damn it!”
Both men fell silent, heated rejoinders stuck to their throats as every movement made it increasingly painful for them to move thanks to their controlling units.

“No comments? I knew it! So… rook and king? zero, queen? The whole frickin’ board! Losers!” He spat and turned; the promise of hot tea and a warm bed pushing him to reach for Gackt’s walkie-talkie to call for assistance. Sitting easily on a tree stump, he watched his companions while waiting for the requested help.

“And don’t think of pulling a Resident Evil on me… I have a gun and I know how to use it… again.” He warned simply.

“Do you think we’ll be able to slip him some of Chacha’s pills?” Ren asked softly before he was shot once more.

Masa laughed evilly making them shiver with apprehension. Pained whimpers and surprised gasps echoed eerily in the mountain air. Yes, life would never be the same after this. After all, it was not everyday that their sweet, fluff adoring Masa took them down and with that, victory.
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