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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
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of GacktJOB. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The sun’s rays entered the darkened room mercilessly, making the sleeping creature on the bed cringe and hide. The pained groans of the cowering beast increased, showing his unwillingness to leave the safe haven he had built for himself even if it meant busting his bladder. Opening a bleary eye, he scanned the place where he was sleeping. Memories came slowly then progressively quicker, the drunken stupor lifting with the morning sun. Gackt, beers, cursing, rain, Ren, tears, tea… Sitting proved to be a really bad idea as the little devil inside his head stabbed him repeatedly with his little fork. The need to vomit overwhelmed him and he kicked off the covers hurriedly. Lurching to his feet, he staggered towards the bathroom, or what he hoped was it since his sense of direction was shot to hell this morning.

After what felt like hours of deep and meaningful conversation with the toilet bowl, he felt human enough to attempt standing. Staring at the pale face on the mirror he grimaced. ‘I’m dying!’ he thought absurdly. Dumping the meager contents of his belly sure made him feel slightly better but still some aspirin and juice sounded like a great idea. However, his body informed him that the relief aspirin promised was not strong enough to make him want to go looking for them.

Grunting with discomfort, he dragged his tired carcass towards the bedroom, fully intending to sleep away the rest of his hangover. A long, relieved sigh escaped his parched lips as he lay on the bed, blessedly horizontal once more.

Five minutes later, he opened his eyes with a frown. Here he was: Abed. Alone. Hung over. Unprotected. Still, Ren was nowhere to be seen. Usually by this time, his perverted band mate would have made at least a few hundred passes at him while nursing him back to health. He looked around wondering where the little menace was. Leaving the bed with a frown, he strained his ears but the silence around him remained unbroken.

“Ren-kun?” he called while standing before pulling along the warm blanket for moral support. ‘Where can you be, koneko-chan?’ he wondered as he stepped into the hallway, his blanket trailing distractedly behind him.

Soft snores reached his ears, guiding his steps towards the open balcony doors. Flinching at the sudden attack to his hung-over senses, he blinked madly to clear his watering eyes. Staring stupidly at the still form of the slumbering man laying on the floor, he cursed softly.

“Ren-chan? What the…” Moving carefully, he toed the naked form shivering under the morning sun, trying to awaken him.

“Ng…” Ren mumbled before sighing and curling up on himself.

“Oi! Koneko! Get your naked butt off the floor!” He demanded adamantly, his eyes running all over the pale expanse of flesh exposed. So thin, yet so well proportioned! “You will be a broiled cat if you stay there past 10 am… hey!” He paused wondering how to get his friend’s attention. Inspecting the loose limbs, he smiled maliciously.

“My! Koneko-chan! So that’s what you’ve been hiding! Gacku-chan will be so jealous! Such an impressive magnum! Who would have thought! Sugoi!” he teased, knowing his friend’s sensitivity regarding his ‘size’. It was truly amazing how such a short man could be so well endowed and it was well known in their inner circles how self-conscious the kitten turned whenever that was brought into notice.

“Masa…nngh” Ren garbled again and turned away from him, flexible knees touching his chest while shudders pierced his body. Masa’s eyebrows rose as the sleeping man called his name again.

“Could it be you don’t want to wake up because you are dreaming of me?” he wondered aloud before shaking his head and looking around, scanning the place for something to wake up Ren with. His eyes alighted in a nearby watering pot. ‘Nah… it would be too cruel’ he thought. Unable to stop, he tiptoed towards it; nodding mischievously when he confirmed it was half full apparently with last night’s rainwater. Without hesitation, he returned with it in tow.

The innocent-looking man on the floor sighed softly completely unaware of his fate.

“Wake up dearest koneko-chan… raise and shine for me!” he purred sexily. The sleeping man smiled slightly and turned towards the siren softly calling his name. Biting his lips to stop his snickers from escaping, he tilted the copper can and showered his kittenish plant with last night’s frigid rainwater.

Sputtering under the sudden downpour, Ren tried rolling away from the rain to no avail. Opening his eyes in confusion, he realized his personal cloud to be Masa.

“What the fuck?” he yelped, sitting up and blinking dazedly at his blanket-wrapped friend. “You bastard!” He hissed, shivering under the cold water before taking hold of the blanket’s edge and pulling hard. Weak from laughter, Masa surrendered it easily enjoying for once their change of roles.

“Hey… koneko… I never thought you would be so daring as to try to seduce me in your birthday suit! Although… seeing as you are armed with a rifle instead of a magnum… I’d be tempted to stay with you… Care to use me as shooting range target?” he asked lewdly, relishing the red-faced man desperately struggling to cover his naked body.

“I… you… Masa! Damn it!” He bellowed with embarrassment as he stood with less grace than usual. Scurrying inside, he ignored his mocking friend until Masa slapped his naked butt smartly.

“Pert ass, koneko-chan… you do well hiding that body from the public eye…” Masa crowed catching his arm easily; for once wanting to dish out the embarrassment he usually received from Ren. ‘I could get used to this!’ he thought in wonderment.

Struggling wildly against the arm that now wrapped itself around his waist, Ren quivered with cold, rage and desire. “Let me go, nyan!! This is not right!” He hissed in anger, still unable to free himself from the surprisingly strong hold.

“Only after I sample the wares you so proudly display!” Masa informed him with a silly smile on his face.

Ren stilled mouth agape in disbelief. “You are drunk!” He accused scathingly, wondering when this nightmare would end. “Let me go, Masa… please…”

“Not until I get my dues.” He murmured against Ren’s neck, feeling strangely alert and woozy, drunk even. Chuckling softly, he buried his face in the vulnerable-looking neck. Taking in a breath overflowing Ren’s cat pheromones, he allowed his instincts to go wild. After all, the koneko had just unwittingly provided a good excuse to avoid his responsibility: He was still drunk, Ren had said so!

A throbbing vein under his lips beckoned his hunger. Ren’s skin was humid and cold to the touch, in sharp contrast with his rapidly heating body. The earthy rain-scent pervading his skin awakened his curiosity. ‘Does he taste like rain everywhere?’ he giggled perversely as his mouth explored shoulders, neck and ears. A softly defeated moan received his ministrations while lithe fingers buried themselves into his hair bringing him closer.

Drunk with Ren’s sudden acquiescence, he sucked on a sensitive ear liking the faint taste of the elements still attached to him. His teeth worried the tender lobe mercilessly while rough hands teased twin peaks to stiff attention. He tasted wild, clean, new. Unexpectedly, Masa found himself craving more of those sweet moans and whimpers. The blanket lay forgotten at their feet while Masa’s lips claimed Ren’s for the first time. Grinding his cotton-covered hips against Ren’s naked glory, he eagerly stoked the fires building between them. His brain was put on hold while he pushed the dazzling creature before him against a wall fully intending to possess him. Coming up for breath, he panted and thrust experimentally against the receiving hardness. Unable to think for the pleasure assaulting his senses, Ren arched against him and cried Masa’s name.

That soft cry bearing his name was all it took to break his lust-induced trance. Stiffening he paused. ‘What are you doing, Masa? Are you really gonna fuck him? Are you ready to break things up with Gackt?’ his conscience demanded irately as the blushing man between his arms mewled in protest before renewing his efforts to free himself. Their intimate position did nothing to help bring his body under control.

“Stop struggling Ren!” He hissed, holding his wrists and using his body to hamper his movements. They needed to talk. He had acted on impulse, without provocation. He had taken their usually innocent teasing and turned it into something definitively not. The worst part was that he had only himself to blame. Ren had been an innocent victim to his desires.

“I’m sorry.” He began but stopped as soon as he made eye contact with his band mate. Black orbs glared at him in silent accusation, the red marks dotting his neck and shoulders bearing mute witness to his actions. Wordlessly, he let Ren go. What sounded suspiciously like a sob left his friend’s mouth as he stumbled inside.

Masa glared stonily at the wall, cursing his libido while his body rebelled against the imposed celibacy. Listening to the retreating footsteps and the finality of a slamming door, he groaned.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He repeated over and over, the morning sun beating over his head tirelessly.
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