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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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Masa stretched sinuously, feeling curiously refreshed so early in the morning. There was something to be said for casual sex… even if it meant bedding his soon-to-be-ex-lover. ‘It certainly did a lot to clear my anxiousness.’ He thought with a happy smile, for once choosing not to think too much about the whole situation. Turning on his side, his idle gaze followed the strong lines of his retreating bedmate’s back. Just remembering last night’s activities made him blush, his body quickening to his raising excitement. Rolling on his back, he stared at the ceiling. ‘Masa… behave.’ He warned himself while basking in the pleasant buzz of a well-loved body.

‘I must concede… he really does know how to push my buttons.’ A satisfied smirk crossed his lips, his arm cushioning his head over the satin covered bed.

“Oi, Masa…” Gackt said, returned into their room gloriously naked but for the towel he was currently using to pat his hair dry. Everything was bare for his viewing pleasure. Masculine frame, pert ass, firm skin, luscious cock, thick even while dormant. Masa smiled, slightly aroused despite himself. Gackt had certainly gone for the kill this morning, be it consciously or not, the overall effect would have driven him mad with lust just a few months ago. Now it just provoked agitation.

‘You are such a flasher, Gackto…Why are you doing this?’ Masa’s eyes rolled inside his head. It had been months since Gackt had last shown any kind of physical interest in him. It almost came as a surprise when he actively participated in last night’s session. ‘He’s usually asleep by the time we are only halfway through.’ He mused remembering the passionate, almost rough, embrace. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel teeth almost piercing his skin, heated lips and tongue dueling for supremacy, his balls tightening with desire. Something inside him twitched. It made him sad, really. Gackt always had the worst timing when it came to him. Playing with his fingers, he used them to ‘squash’ his lover’s head. ‘Gotcha!’ he giggled softly, choosing not to cry.

“Oi! Masa! Pay attention, ne? I said I’m leaving for a day or two. I tried to have them change or cancel the scheduled meetings and other presentations but apparently it can’t be done. There’s an interview that can’t be postponed this afternoon and then some papers that have to be signed tomorrow morning. Mou…” He spoke looking at the floor, shame and something else tingeing his cheeks. “With koneko-chan being as sick as he is, there won’t be any rehearsals until next week at the earliest. So, do you think you could help Cha-chan take care of Ren? I didn’t mean to leave either one alone but you know Cha… he insisted and I can’t postpone my schedule with such short notice. Maybe in two or three days I’ll be able to clear it enough to stay home to help but on the mean time…” he shrugged. The wide shoulders flexed alluringly as Gackt finished dressing without looking at his partner, his mind already in the punishing schedule ahead.

Masa’s stomach fluttered at the mere mention of the bassist’s name, causing him to lift his knees to his chest in a vain attempt to keep his honest reactions from prying eyes. Incensed, he chastised himself. He couldn’t believe his own body! Just hearing the blasted name got him hard and left him wanting, all hot and bothered as if last night’s events were just a dream like so many times before. ‘You keep on thinking that way and it’s going to show. Then Gackt will notice and you’ll be royally screwed… ’ he shuddered, thinking of the possibilities. He was not ready to face the death of his relationship. His feelings were too new, too raw to try and explain what even he didn’t understand. ‘I’m certainly not up for a repeat performance, thank you very much… no matter how good a lay he may be.’ he felt bad enough already, knowing he was planning on breaking his relationship to pursue his band mate, something he had always criticized; leaving one to go after the other… like a senseless groupie. Still, Ren was worth it. He knew this and it made his heart beat quickly. He was sure he was worth all the grief in the world. His amazing understanding, his engaging smile, his well formed thighs and his firm ass… Exasperated, he arched brusquely and found himself caught in the expectant gaze of his lover. “Masa?” Filling suddenly air-starved lungs, he burst out, “Sure, sure. Um, I can help. Yeah…” He quickly turned on his stomach and nuzzled the pillow, struggling to keep the indolent tone while his heart beat madly. ‘I don’t know how he can’t hear it. He’s gonna leave me alone with Ren… Poor, poor you, koneko…’ He smirked against the pillow, flexing his hips against the cool sheets. The contrast between hot and cold left him gasping while his imagination ran amok. His lover went on blissfully commenting on various themes, completely unaware of his dirty thoughts.

Unable to control the nervous energy gathering inside his gut, he stretched. Yawning deeply to feign sleepiness, he studied his lover. The man before him was certainly something to behold but still his mind’s eye kept replacing Gackt’s figure with someone smaller, sturdier and full of mischievous energy. His hands caressed his taut belly lazily; for once utterly unaware of the image he presented. Goosebumps bloomed over his skin, the heat of his thoughts spreading like brush fire through him. He wondered how Ren would feel buried deep inside his body. He remembered the time he teased his band mate over a wet dream. In truth he’d become unbearably aroused as soon as he’d realized his band mate was not having a nightmare. His moans and sighs drove him wild against his will while the suggestive thrashing of his legs pushed the sheets aside to expose an impressive erection his boxers struggled to contain. His throat dried at the memory for that had been the first time he’d realized Ren was all male, not an overgrown kitten of indistinct species. His cock twitched slightly, already half erect. Running idle fingers over his torso until they found the tip of his hungry cock, he paid homage to his desire, smiling naughtily while his hands played unhampered by thought, just feeling.

“Come on, Masa… Don’t do that! Hey!” Gackt cajoled, nearing the bed. “Don’t tempt me to jump into bed once more. You know I like to space the action… but you look so utterly…mmm… God!” Gackt moaned and leaned over to drop a kiss over distracted lips. Stiffening slightly, Masa stopped his movements. Relaxing with the ease of practice, Masa curled his hands over his lover’s shoulders and allowed himself to be kissed, his preoccupied air stating clearly his heart wasn’t into it. Holding onto the headboard, Gackt’s hands roamed over the exposed skin, wrapping possessive fingers around the base of his now erect member. Nibbling Masa’s lower lip, he begged for entrance as he stroked the weeping flesh. Masa whimpered his body screaming for him to give in, but his heart held out. Stiffening from his boneless state, he pulled out of the kiss to get his breath back.

“Go on… you don’t want to be late.” Masa whispered with an engaging smile while pushing back his overly enthusiastic lover. A frown met his resistance before arched brows acknowledged his tepid response. Masa looked away, keeping his eyes closed, unwilling to meet the insistent gaze for fear of what the other would find in its onyx depths.

“We’ll talk later… ok?” Gackt murmured, before dropping a hard kiss on his forehead and leaving the room. Masa sank back on the cozy bed with a groan. This was the end. He could feel it in his bones. “Jesus! What do I do now?” he wondered out loud, defiantly holding back the tears that threatened to drown him.

Minutes later, a brisk knock on the door brought him back to his senses.

“Hey! Cover yourself! I don’t need to confirm that last night’s moanin’ and groanin’ came from hot man on man action! Come on, Ma-kun!” Chacha complained with a bemused grin. A towel fell over his body. “Damn! On second thought maybe I should leave the door open… this place stinks!” he commented repressively.

Masa stretched with a long sigh, staring at the ceiling. He was all for ignoring the blond bitch right now.

“Ma-kun! Hurry up!” Chacha insisted crossing his arms with a frown.

“What to do…” he absently rubbed his nipples, the sensitive nubs tightened upon contact with his nails making him shiver slightly.

“Come on, put something on! For pete’s sake stop fondling yourself! I don’t want to see that! Jeez!! This room stinks of sex already! I don’t need to watch you jerk off on top of that! Move it! You must help me bring Ren his medicine along with breakfast… You know how cranky he gets whenever he is sick. He should be up by now; after all, he’s slept more than 12 hours already.” Chacha stepped around the bed, ignoring the naked body that lay indolently lax over the bed. Masa’s eyebrows rose when he realized bandleader-san was apparently rummaging around his closet in search for clothes but kept wisely silent.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you know you want You-san to do the same to you but he hasn’t even realized you are alive!” Masa baited knowingly. It was a well known fact that their bandleader adored the earth under the violinist’s feet.

“Shut up, you smart ass!” he stepped up to the bed and took hold of a long limb.

“Wait… Hey! Hey!” Masa squirmed trying to avoid falling off the bed to no avail. “No! Don’t! Cha-chan! I won’t forget this!!!” He screeched laughingly amidst the tangle of sheets.

“Now… Move!” Chacha grinned and dumped Masa’s change of clothes over his head, leaving as suddenly as he had arrived.

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“Man, I thought you were never coming.” Chacha commented dryly as he juggled tray and medicines in front of Ren’s room.

“I will overlook that comment since we both know how well I can come or go on my own… “ He wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully pausing a bit for his meaning to sink in. “I just finished airing the room and dressing. I’m sure you don’t want Ren to get a whiff of me smelling of sex, knowing him he would get a kick out of it and that certainly wouldn’t do him good… don’t you think?” he cocked his head teasingly and shrugged, taking the tray away. “Open the door already, Cha-chan, this thing weights a ton. Are you sure you’re feeding just koneko there and not a whole damned zoo?” he joked, searching intently for the figure on the bed as soon as Chacha opened the door.

“Oi! Koneko-chaaaaann! Ain’t ya lucky today! Here you have your food, your meds and your wonderful little nurse Ma-chan!” he smiled wickedly before adding “I have the suppositories with me… Oh… and Cha-chan is also here to watch me molest you, right Chachan?” he set the tray on the nightstand.

“Masa! Shush!” Chacha hissed worriedly as the bundle on the bed didn’t so much as budge from its curled-up position. “Ren? Ren, this is not funny…” A tinge of fear tainted his voice. The room was unnaturally silent and cold as they neared the bed. Masa sobered, noticing for the first time the dreadful stillness of his band mate.

“Ren? Ren! Talk to me, Ren!” He lounged desperately towards the still figure under the covers, fighting to control the tears that threatened to overflow. His trembling hands pushed the covers aside, cradling the frail shoulders in his effort to deny his fears...

A quick flick of the wrist had Masa flying over to lie squarely under a sick but smiling Ren, who fought to control his giggles while curling on his side against the pillows. “Nyan… that’ll teach you… to let sleeping cats lie.” He poked a dumbfounded Masa’s face with a shivering finger before a weeping Chacha fell on top of him.

“You good for nothing, hentai koneko, you… scared the shit out of me! I… I… hate you! I… I thought… I thought!” Chacha babbled feeling the stress overwhelm him. Ren frowned, never realizing his friends would react this way to his prank.

“Oi, Chachan… I’m fine… nyan… I am not planning to die any… time soon.” He rasped sorely, fighting the desire to cough to appear healthier in his friend’s eye. “I have too many things to do to die now… There is no way a little cough will keep me down for too long.” He countered with an impudent grin. Masa sighed under him, stretching his hand to caress the heated cheeks. “Thank God, Ren… I…“ He whispered and smiled before kissing his brow to the surprise of his sick band mate.

“Not you too Ma-kun!” He chided pushing against Masa to look at him better. Deciding to ignore the difficult task focusing presented he relaxed against his pillow.

“Here… take this with this juice.” Chacha ordered after getting his feeling under tight control. “This will help with your fever and coughing. And don’t you dare to feign dead again, you hear?” He grumbled at a meek kitten.

“Its not my fault you have no sense of humor, nyan!” he persisted, his mouth wrinkling with distaste. “Gods! You are planning to poison me, ne?” He complained but took the medicines without further resistance.

“Now you eat…” Chacha ordered and Masa agreed silently from his perch beside Ren. “You must eat cat. You are too thin.” Ren bristled and frowned. “No can do… nyan… it makes me nauseous… yuck!” he replied childishly and buried his face in the crook of Masa’s neck. Shrugging helplessly, Masa closed his arms around Ren and held him, patting his back slowly.

“Mou, Ma-kun.. that feels good.” He whispered, his body relaxing quickly surrounded as he was by his band mates. It felt good to be coddled and held by them. After a long contented pause, he purred against Masa’s shoulder. “If you want me to feel better… then… How about a threesome? That will surely show you I am fine and make me feel… much better” he whispered maliciously loud enough to be heard but without moving from his comfortable perch.

“You are not able to stand right now Ren… let alone…” Masa started before realizing where he was. He blushed and looked away, unwilling to show how appealing the idea was to him. He wondered how it was that Ren had not noticed his half-aroused state but he guessed it was due to the fever. He could feel his lust rise with every touch until he was painfully wedged against his zipper.

“Hentai! I know you want him and are just looking for an excuse, but think about yourself. You are too sick! Moreover, I would never bed you under the circumstances… I’m not into bestiality!” Chacha countered tartly.

“Yeah… you are into robotics, ne?“ He giggled. “Come one Cha-chan… Its true… you are always going on about wanting to get inside You-san’s pants, remember?” He pulled the man closer to whisper theatrically. “Remember when we got drunk and we confessed about our love lifes? You told me all about your youth… “ he coughed deeply before continuing. “You were a wild thing then… sex needs practice you know… practice for You-san… ne?… add spice to your life?” Ren’s eyes fluttered while he spoke with increasing difficulty, groggily unaware of the looks shared between his band mates.

“We can always put on a suppository, ne?” Masa teased softly wondering how that would sit with Ren.

“Mmmm… sounds promising… but… make sure you don’t … use… hands…” he muttered, burrowing closer to their warm bodies. A gasp and silence was the last thing he heard before he sighed contentedly and promptly fell asleep.

Giggling softly at first and then progressively harder, both agreed silently not to let the others near their friend any time soon. It would be too dangerous. After making sure he was completely out of it, Masa helped Chacha straighten Ren over the bed.

“Stay here with him. We both know that is what he wants. I have to prepare some rice porridge to push down his throat. It’s the only thing he will eat when he’s sick. I’d forgotten he’s a finicky eater, ‘cause he is almost never sick. Heh… Hentai neko…” He patted the red head tenderly “There are orgies in your mind even when appallingly sick! Kami-sama! You are terrible! This is a good one… Ma-kun. Now we know that a sick and groggy neko tells all kinds of tales. Drunk Ren, sleepy Ren, happy Ren, Horny Ren… all of them can keep secrets safe… But sick and groggy Ren? No way! There is no way I’m letting Gackt or You near him until he gets better… agreed, Ma-kun?” He turned in to wink at the perplexed occupant of the bed before closing the door. Darkness blanketed the room in its wake and Masa felt himself relax against Ren.

“No hands eh? I’m sure we can do something about that.” He whispered to the darkness with a devilish smile.
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