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Slow Poison	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 2801 -:- 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 wasn’t surprised to find Toshi lounging out on his couch.

/I knew I should’ve gotten that key back from him/

He had to admit his ex was throwing some serious heat his way in those form fitting jeans and open shirt.

Masa muttered a greeting as he moved for his answering machine. One message. From Gackt maybe?

“That’s me.” Toshi informed him killing his hopes. “I had called earlier to see if it was okay to swing by.”

Toshi was pushing aside the arsenal of clothing that Masa left on his couch the other day.

“Someone didn’t know what to wear.” Toshi remarked.

Masa rolled his eyes as he took a seat beside him.

“So how was he?” Toshi asked not wasting any time. “And I want all the details.”

“What happened with you Chachamura?” Masa countered.

Toshi’s eyes widen before he went into a small laughing fit.

Masa’s face scrunched up.

“What’s so fucking funny? I asked you a question.”

Getting a hold of himself, Toshi then answered simply, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Masa mimicked the sound of his.

“We just chilled and read Gaku’s gay ass ‘Banana fish’ mangas.”

Masa couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Enough of that.” Toshi said, his tone serious. “Now tell me how it went down with the ‘great’ Camui Gackt. I won’t get jealous, I swear.”

“We didn’t have sex.”

Toshi searched Masa’s face for any sign that he was lying. He then knocked his knee against Masa’s saying, “Come on, Masa. I’m not gonna get mad I just wa-“

“Toshi,” The firmness of Masa’s voice shut him up. “I’m serious. Nothing big happened last night. I stayed the night but that was as far as it went.”

“So he doesn’t like you back?”

Toshi’s insides fluttered with hope.

Masa shook his head in confirmation. “Nope. Not his type.”

“But on stage he’s all over you.”

“I got two words for ya: Fan Service.”

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Afternoon had passed into night and Gackt was beginning to feel the stirrings of desire that came with his loneness. You was still around downstairs in the vocalist’s kitchen while Gackt took shelter from the smell in his room. Not that he didn’t like You’s cooking it was just that the only thing You could make is fried noodles. If Gackt had been up to it, he would’ve began his ‘four day curry’ but he wouldn’t do that until he had gone shopping.

Gackt rolled onto his stomach. His mind racing with several thoughts at once.

/If I call him now he might think me desperate. But if I don’t call at all he won’t think I like him/

“Gaku-chan.” Came You’s voice pulling him out of his dilemma.

You entered the room cautiously, he wasn’t sure whether or not his best friend was awake because of the way that Gackt was lying.

Gackt raised his head slightly giving some type of sign that he was indeed awake.

You set down the tray of food. He then seated himself next to the singer’s head. Gackt felt the soft caress of You’s fingers as he stroked his currently reddish brown locks.

“I’m thinking of dying it again.” Gackt murmured, enjoying the contact.

“Oh?” You replied, not at all surprised. “What color?”

“Blonde again. I look better in blonde.”

“I see.” You stopped touching the wispy locks of red/brown.

Gackt turned so hat he could face his friend. You’s expression was kind as he stared down at the tortured vocalist.

“What’s bothering you, Gaku-chan?”

“You already know.”

You did know. Gackt’s hurting worst by the concept of being happy, if not only for a little while then he was by the concept of continuing to be alone.

“I can’t tell you what to do.” You reminded him, his voice was soothing yet it still stung to hear those words. ‘Only you know what is right for you.”

A single tear slide down the side of Gackt’s cheek before curving under his chin.

“ I only want what’s best for the band.”

“Be selfish!” You urged his friend. “Do what’s best for Gakuto.”

Gackt rolled onto his stomach once more. He then prompts himself up on his elbow.

“You-kun, you’re right.”

/Why shouldn’t I share my love with someone? Especially someone who is going to be with me?/

Gackt sat up to grab the phone from its cradle but You had already beaten him to it.

“Thanks.” Gackt smiled as he took the phone from You’s offered hand.

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Masa sat Indian-style on his bed with his guitar poised in his lap. Toshi had left hours ago leaving him to his own devices. He flicked his pick over the strings of his instrument producing a rich sound. The sudden shrill cry of the phone overshadowed the melody of it.

/Who?/

“Gackt?!” He breathed into his cellular phone hoping that it was.

Gackt released a small sigh that sounded more like a wistful moan then anything.

“Masa,” He breathed the other man’s name as his mind worked to think up something worth it to say.

Masa waited.

“I need you.”

Those three words went straight to the guitarist’s dick.

“You what?”

Masa had heard the man loud and clear. He just wanted to hear it again.

“I need you…NOW.”

The urgency in the singer’s voice was enough.

Ten

You stared at Gackt’s lust/pained filled expression as he spoke. Never had he seen his friend look so… needy.

“Please hurry.” Gackt continued, biting down on his bottom lip briefly. “I’ve been-I thought about last night all today.” Gackt admitted in a breathy moan.

Masa was already slipping into his jacket.

/This was too much!/

Never had he dreamed that Gackt would be begging him over the phone. He didn’t want this to end.

“How bad do you want me?” He asked innocently as he pounded down the stairs jumping the last few.

“Horny fan girl bad.”

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You had to get out of there. Gackt’s promising moans were starting to get him a bit hot and bothered. He was sure that Gackt wouldn’t even notice his hasty departure.

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Masa was now in his car. Gackt’s voice continued on the other end spewing out sexual promises like seasoned phone sex operator. He needed condoms fast! He didn’t want to have a repeat of last night. Well, he wouldn’t mind Gackt returning the favor on the oral end that is!

“I got to go now.” Masa informed him as he neared the drug store.

Gackt just sighed. A heavenly yet sad sound just before he hang up.

After clicking his phone off, Masa made a mad dash inside of the store.

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Gackt ran downstairs like a man possessed. He didn’t really know what he planned to do when the cute guitarist got there but he had promised him some pretty naughty things over the phone.

He made for his cabinet where he removed an assortment of candles various colors and smells. He then set to work placing and lighting then from doorway all the way to his bedroom. He then did a slow strip in front of his full-length mirror. His body was toned to perfection and there wasn’t a hair on him that shouldn’t be. Masa would treasure his body wouldn’t he?

After his inspection Gackt made for his bed. He laid back into the mound of pillows while his hand searched under them. His hand enclosed around a phallus shaped object. His vibrator.

“Sorry, Masa,” He stated as he rotated the object to life. “I need something now.”

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Masa thrust his key into the lock, the bag of good swinging from his wrist as he turned. He had snatched up a good bit of things unabashed at the stares he had gotten from fans.

“That’s Gaku’s humping toy.” They had whispered.

They had no idea!

Masa stepped into the house, the soft glow and the mixed aroma hit him like a second wind.

“Nice.” He remarked as he picked up one of the candles. He then set to blowing out all the other ones as he made his way to the stairs. One day they were going to be on their way over and find that Gackt’s house had caught on fire due to all these goddamn candles he lit up all the damn time.

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Gackt’s soft and inviting moans confused the guitarist at first as he neared.

/Had he called someone else?/

Masa cracked the door open expecting to see some guy riding his Gaku but instead he got a different look at the singer.

Gackt’s head was tossed back in utter abandonment as he worked the device in and out of his anus. As his other hand was working furiously up and down his shaft with practice skill. His eyes were closed, his breathing was coming out in short almost labored gasps.

Watching the star get off alone was causing a serious reaction n his pants.

Masa cleared his throat catching the masturbating man’s attention. Startled but unashamed, Gackt released his hold on his own sex but didn’t remove the vibrator. He smiled sheepishly at Masa who was fast approaching the bed.

“Do you have an death wish?” Masa asked pretending that he hadn’t just caught his soon to be lover playing with himself in his absence.

Gackt expression border on relief and utter confusion to what Masa was referencing to.

“No.” Gackt replied slowly.

Masa shook his head as he sat down his candle. The smell of burned wick and wax filled the air. ‘I think you do.”

“Explain.” Gackt said as he sat up, the vibrator still firmly in his anus.

“You’re going to burn this house down some day.”

“I’m aware of that.” Gackt stated. His eyes hungrily watching Masa as he made his way to the bed.

Masa raised the bag to eye level.

“I’ve gone some sex safe.”

Gackt smiled.

“How thoughtful of you.”

Masa tossed the bag Gackt’s way. His fingers grasping and pulling up the bottom of his shirt. He had already shed his jacket when he entered the room.

Gackt watched as Masa’s taut stomach muscles came into view. His nipples stood already erect from the cold air.

“Masa,’’ Gackt beckoned.

Masa looked up from the task of undoing his belt.

“I’m tired of waiting.”

Gackt cried out as he pulled the wiggling phallus from his ass, he then slipped off the bed moved with feline-like grace towards Masa’s stunned form. Masa watched as Gackt hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his jeans. He drops slowly to his knees, his eyes locked onto Masa’s as he did.

His fingers grabbed hold of Masa’s zipper and tugged downward. He then plunged his hand into the opening and into Masa’s jeans. He removed Masa’s cum slicked organ.

“I believe,” Gackt begin giving the tip of his sex a light kiss before nudging it against his lips, “I own you an kiss.” Gackt took a firm hold on Masa’s hip with one hand and a hold of his sex with the other.

A primal scream escaped from deep inside Masa’s throat as his member was thrust into Gackt’s warmth. His hands flew to Gackt’s hair taking up fistfuls of it. Gackt worked his mouth up and down his shaft stopping only to go lower to Masa’s scrotum area, His tongue flicking playfully over the tightened flesh.

“Gaku…oh my God…Gakuto…”

Gackt brought his mouth back to Masa’s weeping cock. His swollen sex was crying out for attention. Gackt swallowed him whole gently nudging his teeth along the rubbery feeling flesh as he went along.

/He’s so fucking good at this./

Masa bit down on his bottom lip as he closed his eyes.

Gackt sucked harder still tightening his jaws as he did. He soon got what he had been hunting for. The tattle tale signs of release was stirring with Masa’s groin.

“…Ah…” Masa moaned upon release.

Gackt smiled triumphantly as he spit before wiping the evidence away with the back of his hand.

“Please don’t tell me you’re finished. We’ve only just begun.”

The cockiness of that man!
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