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It's a River in Egypt, Baby	By : yokozuki Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Malice Mizer Views: 2619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own, know, have anything to do with, etc., etc., Gackt or any other jrocker. I did not have sexual relations with that woman. (Sorry, babe. ^^;;) If you are or represent someone who is in this fic, please drop me a line and I'll happily delete it.

Title: It's a River in Egypt, Baby
Author: yokozuki
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP~~ and liberal abuse of the crack pipe. Lots of swearing, all over. Every other word is some variation on "four letters and begins with an F." Happy cheesy dirty talk. Teasing, in a couple definitions. Voyeurism of a sort. Smex. Wanking. Philosophy. (Only for a moment before the crack takes back over, don't worry.) Silliness and highly improbable dialogue.
Pairings: Közi x Yu~ki / Gackt
Disclaimer: I only wish this might ever have happened. *_*
Notes: Written to smut_69 prompt #1, "moan"... and because I'm tricksy like that, it's also for fanfic100 prompt #24, "family"...

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There it was again.

Gackt turned around to stare at the wall, infuriated. "I told them, goddamnit. 'I am writing fucking lyrics, don't do what you did last night.' I fucking told them." He went ahead and shouted straight at the wall, leaning on his bed's headboard, as the bed next door creaked in a fast one-two (dotted eighth barred to a sixteenth, his mind put in idly, probably go ahead and write it in 2-4 just to keep things less messy (messy, hah, the pervy backbrain chimed in, and he inwardly groaned before smacking it silent)), "What the fuck is hard to understand about, 'I'm writing lyrics, don't spend all evening making it impossible for me to think, this impacts your goddamn livelihood too,' you assholes??" He banged on the wall repeatedly in emphasis. The creaking and thumping paused briefly, then resumed. And he could fucking swear it was even faster and louder.

"I swear to god, Közi, Yu~ki, if you don't - " bang " - fucking - " bang " - stop it - " bang " - this fucking instant I swear I will come over there and tie you both down!"

Dead silence.

"You promise?" The perky, hopeful tone carried perfectly despite the muffling of the words.

"APART!" he roared, beating on the wall with both fists. "And then I'll LEAVE!"

"Aww..." The pout practically floated before his eyes.

"Kö... ziiii..." He put every drop of menace he could muster into it. Wait, why the fuck was he trying to talk to Közi anyway? Yu~ki was the adult of the two. What Yu~ki was doing with Közi, he still couldn't figure the hell out, but at least it gave him someone to talk sense to. Theoretically. "Yu~ki! Come on! This isn't funny, you two need to knock it off and let me write!"

"Alright, Gackt... fine..." Yu~ki's creaky voice came faintly, after an apparent moment of thought.

Közi started to say something, and obviously encountered a hand applied to his mouth. Gackt had to grin at that despite himself, random squawking and other odd sounds making it through the wall. "Sure you don't want to just join us?" Közi got out at one point, the sounds of them wrestling around and laughing at each other nearly as distracting as the fucking had been. He rolled his eyes and shouted back, "No!"

"You do seem like you could use the mood improvement," came Yu~ki's calm opinion. "Tell you what. We'll finish off real quick, and then you can go back to writing, and we'll all be happy - "

" - except you who's gonna be sitting over there with a hard-on from listening to us, and too stubborn to admit you want to get your skinny ass over here," Közi called.

Yu~ki could be heard laughing helplessly. "You have to admit, he's got a point..."

"Sure do," barely audible, and there was a gasp - sounded like Yu~ki - that Gackt really did not want to know what had been caused by.

"For the LAST time," he ground out, forehead leaned on the headboard's top, "I am... NOT gay. Totally..."

Yu~ki gasped, and Közi said suddenly, "Hey, Yu~ki - you mind if I call you Gackt, babe? Just for now, cause it'll give him hell..."

Yu~ki slowly stuttered back, "O... kay... uh... if I... get to... too..." in time with - Gackt now had to surmise - Közi's thrusts. Funny, but he'd always imagined it the other way 'round, somehow, the few times his imagination had gotten the better of him enough to put a picture to the situation he knew in an academic sort of way existed between the two.

Then the words sunk in. And his eyes widened in horror - just in time for the first double set of moans to make their way through the wall. "Oh, Gackt... harder..."

"Ohhhh... Gackt, you feel so good... oh yeah, fuck back, baby. Just like that, oh yeah... Gackt... nngh..."

He couldn't move. His eyes were frozen as wide as they could go. And they just... kept... getting louder and louder and worse and there was nothing he could do but lay there in shock and wait for it to fucking get OVER already, and -

"Uhh... yeah, Gackt, yeah baby, you're so fucking hot, fucking tight on my cock, Gackt... nnn... you want me to come in you?" There was a low moan that sounded suspiciously like, "Yes... Gackt... yes... come in...my ass... deep..." His eyes could get wider? he thought in a wild detached way. They could get wider. He never knew.

"That's how you like it, isn't it, Gackt? You like when I fuck you all slow and deep like that..." and the thumping went back to the earlier fast rhythm - 2-4, Gackt's mind reminded him absently, easier to keep track of the beats in dotted eighths/sixteenths that way - and he couldn't repress a hot shudder at the words, prickles climbing up his back - "...start driving it in, balls deep... pull out and tease, slam you at the wall again... Gackt... you fucking love it, don't you..."

"Yes... oh... Gackt... yes...."

Would there be no end? How long could they do this to him??! "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH--" Gackt threw himself on the floor and gripped the carpet desperately, pounding his head into it like a man possessed. And possessed he was. "I AM NOT - for the last time - I am not - "

"Straight?" came a wicked call from the other room, between cries by Yu~ki of his name that were growing more and more incoherent and babbly as that evil bastard Közi went on -

He pounded his head into the floor again to stop his mind finishing that sentence, but it was in vain. Fucking him. Fucking Yu~ki, his practical, dorky, pleasant bandmate, into the goddamn mattress. And calling him by Gackt's name. By his consent. And being called by Gackt's name likewise in return. And...

"GAY! I am not gay!" he shouted desperately.

"I'd - " a weak, wobbly voice chimed in - "look into ... ohhh, Gackt... uhh... oh , god, there, yes, harder! I - oh, fuck, I - " The thumping abruptly stopped, Gackt buried his head in his hands, and Yu~ki gave a frustrated needy whine as Közi told him to finish what he'd been saying, and then Közi would let him come - "And, Gackt... baby... it's gonna be the hardest you've come in your life. Stars, baby. You'll be seeing stars. Just finish what you were telling darling Gackt over there, ah... Gackt." Again Közi's expression practically floated before his eyes, taunting him with a supremely evil smirk.

"I'd look into finding a therapist to help with your obvious denial and avoidance issues, there, Gackt," Yu~ki finally called, Közi's snorting laughter clearly audible behind him. And then there was a hard thump as Közi slid back into the bassist in one long smooth thrust and Yu~ki moaned low in his throat in response.

"Goddamn it! I'm so fucking sick of you assholes!" Gackt was practically crying, biting his thumb in a vain attempt to distract his body.

"You know you... uh! Ungh! Oh fuck - Gackt - nngh - when you roll your hips like that, baby - ngh, ohhh... Gaackt... uh... ACK!!" The thumping shot to a halt again.

"Turnabout's fair play," the creaky Yu~ki-voice crowed smugly.

"Fuck. Fuck!" Közi panted for a minute, finally catching his breath and sense enough to finish - "You know you love it, Gackt baby. You absolutely love this shit. I'll bet you're hard as a rock over there, and the only thing keeping you from wanking is your idiotic brain telling you it's 'gay' to be turned on by us doing this to you, and 'gay' is 'BAD.'" He paused for a moment, Yu~ki mumbling something to him. "Hell, we're not gay, you know!"

"Yep. Straight as boards, both of us," Yu~ki proclaimed.

Gackt could feel his brain twisting.

"We just like to fuck!" Közi yelled, a lazy grin all over his voice.

"Or something," Yu~ki snickered.

"Yeah. We don't go after the fangirls, not like you, Gackt baby. We keep it all, you know, here in the family. Where it's safe. Okay, I fuck some chicks sometimes." There was a pause. "What, you don't? You really are gay, man?"

"Pretty much..." Yu~ki's voice carried through faintly, sounding a little embarrassed.

"Wow. Oh, well, no wonder you like it up the ass then. So anyway, Gackt, come on... it doesn't fucking matter what you're fucking. What matters is who, if they turn you on, if you like fucking them, if you get along well on the fucking front, know what I'm saying? Swear to god, Yu~ki here - " there was a smack, as of a hand connecting with a buttock, and a yelp - "is probably the only guy I'll ever fuck. I'm not turned on by guys because they're guys. I'm turned on by him because he's Yu~ki. You know what I'm saying?"

A very long silence followed. Gackt's conscious mind attempted to regather itself, and could find only a steady blank hum of static.

"Uh, Közi... " Yu~ki finally said, "Touched as I am by what you've just - sort of - said... was there some point to all that which connected with everything else, and with us tormenting Gackt, somewhere in there somehow?"

Another silence.

"Oh yeah!" Közi said brightly. "So, Gackt - if you're still too much of a brainwashed pussy to do what you obviously really want, since otherwise you'd have left the room or something, which is get your aforementioned skinny ass over here and join us - "

"Like you have room to talk," Yu~ki scoffed quietly.

"Hey! I do at least have some ass, unlike your fine howling friend! I may not have the sweet sweet ghetto booty or something, or even a nice handful like this - " another obvious ass-smack - "but at least I'm not flat as - "

Everything gathered suddenly into a focal point of frustrated fury. Picking on his lack of a butt was it. "Enough!" Gackt shouted, his hand flying up to whack the wall, hoping against hope that his pleas would have some result at last.

"So anyway, fucking hell, man, you could at least jerk off! It's not like that's any gayer than getting a handjob from a girl would be - "

Gackt cast the wall a disbelieving squint, teeth grinding, his trousers feeling entirely too tight.

" - well, I mean, aside from it... you know, not being from a girl - but... come on! Masturbation is now being promoted worldwide as a perfectly acceptable form of safe sex!"

"No," Gackt said weakly. His hips rose a little against his will, shifting from side to side as he forced himself to lay back down flat.

"Ye-essss..." Yu~ki hissed almost too quietly to hear through the wall, and Gackt thought for a minute that this was directed at him. He was slowly trying to begin coming up with something, anything at all, to say in response - sabotaged by that irritating fog of insane horniness - when the renewed creaking told him clearly that it was due entirely to Közi slipping it to him again. "Oh, Gaaackt..." a low groan confirmed a moment later.

Közi renewed his steady dialogue, strewing Gackt's name liberally amongst the "Yeah, baby"s and the "ungh, nnngh, oh fuck"s and assorted graphic accounts of feeling. Yu~ki answered in hushed moans and little cries, similarly studded with episodes of Taking Gackt's Name in Vain, his vocalization becoming increasingly frequent and drawn-out... while the rhythm stayed steady and relatively slow. For these two fuckmonkeys, anyway. Gackt cradled his head in his hands, just as much to keep his hands from unzipping his pants and freeing his uncomfortably-angled cock as to try and lessen his headache. If he got any harder, he'd be tearing a hole in his trousers, and where in this backwater would he get another remotely acceptable pair and have them tailored before the bus left tomorrow...

"Fuck it," he finally said, eyes blearily wild. He yanked desperately at the zip of his pants. It yielded with maddening slowness, but he was finally able to shove them open, cock springing forward and out the fly of his boxers. He slid a hand in to grip himself tightly, humping up into his palm with desperate intensity, biting his lip to keep back the moan that wanted to escape.

"Keep your hands on that headboard, Yu-- Gackt," Közi panted warningly, Yu~ki giving an incoherent, frustrated growl in reply. "When I want you to come, I'll - " he broke off in a gasp, and Gackt gasped also, thumb rubbing over the slicked head of his cock. "You little - conniving - nnnghaaah," Közi moaned desperately, as Yu~ki somehow got out between continuous gasping cries, "Little, my - ah! Ahhhh..."

"I told you. I told you," Közi half-chanted, half-groaned. "That feel good? Huh? Tell me how it feels - tell me what I'm making you--"

"Oh fuck Közi - feels so good, so hot - your hands - I'm gonna--" The headboard banged wildly against the wall between them as Közi began pounding hard and fast, Gackt helplessly following, arching up quickly into his own hands that stroked fast and rough over his cock.

Yu~ki's voice broke into a low babbling wail as he came, Közi growling something incoherent a few moments later and giving a final few hard thrusts, wall booming. Gackt fucked his palm for two more desperate hot seconds, tongue held between his teeth. Finally - a choked sigh rising to the ceiling he closed his eyes against - he came in long, harsh waves, spilling all over his hand and silk shirt.

He kept his eyes closed for a long moment, trying to press back thought and simply wallow in the feeling while it lasted.

The other bed creaked, just audible - nothing like the virtual symphony of creaks and squeaks it'd become under Közi's enthusiastic direction. "So..." that voice Gackt wanted to rip from its owner's throat paused coyly. "Was it good for you, baby?"

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...yeah. Ehhehhehh...heh... >.>

Criticism hurts like sharp pointy things and I fucking love it, give it to me, ohhh yeah~~
♥ XD

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