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Repent	By : Elysia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Gackt Views: 1807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gackt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: A weird idea I had. Both of them are a little out of character. Hope you like it anyway.

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It was stifling. There were too many people in the house. It was even too bright with his sunglasses on. For a reason unknown to Gackt, Yoshiki had decided to throw a party for a successful three-day concert. Why throw a party in the house? Not that the house wasn’t big enough, but when you had ten different Japanese Rock bands together in one place it was bound to get crowded.

Gackt stood in what he believed to be an unobtrusive corner of the room watching the bands intermingle. No one would believe all these bands would be able to behave together, but then again it was Yoshiki’s house.

“You could be social.” Yoshiki seemed to appear next to him. He looked at Gackt for a moment. The man seemed to live in black leather pants and black shirts.

“How can you stand to have all these people in your house?” Gackt asked.

Yoshiki looked around the room. Shuu was flirting with Reita, Mizuki was dancing with Isshi (how he managed that Yoshiki wasn’t sure). Shinya looked to be in a heated discussion with VAL, Sugizo was talking to Nii. Miyavi was trying to be everywhere at once; all across the room the bands were mixed together having fun.

Gackt sighed. “I guess I’m just not in the mood for company.”

Yoshiki chuckled quietly. “The garden is relatively empty if you want a little peace.”

Gackt tilted his head down to Yoshiki. “You know me too well already.”

Yoshiki smiled but didn’t look at Gackt. Gackt followed his gaze and saw Yoshiki was watching Tsukasa.

Gackt bent down so his lips brushed Yoshiki’s ear. “A friend?” He asked slightly amused.

Yoshiki waved he hand at his brushing at him like a fly. “Never like that. I have enough problems with Miyavi.”

Gackt starightened. “I think I’ll excuse myself.”

Yoshiki nodded.

Gackt carefully maneuvered through the people and out to the terrace. Once on the terrace he took a deep breath and removed his sunglasses. The night was peaceful. He turned away from both the pool and the house and entered Yoshiki’s gardens.

He wandered aimlessly through the gardens taking in the peace of the night.

Halfway through the garden and nearly out of sight of the house Gackt came upon a figure knelt in the azaleas vomiting. Gackt reflected a moment. Azaleas were acidic flowers so at least the stomach acid wouldn’t kill the flowers.

The kneeling figure staggered to his feet and over balanced backwards. Gackt moved before he could think about it and caught the man from behind. He found himself kneeling on the flagstone with the lithe body resting against his chest. Gackt looked down into Kyo’s face.

“Gackt-san.” Kyo’s voice was weak and his eyes half closed. His black jeans were a little dusted from the flowerbed and his white shirt was nearly transparent. Gackt could see the wounds on his chest from the concert earlier that night.

“Kyo.” Gackt responded. “It’s just Gackt, not Gackt-san.”

Kyo closed his eyes the whole way. “Right. Whatever.”

“Are you going to sleep on me?” Gackt asked slightly amused.

“Tired, weak.” Kyo murmured. “Just leave me here. Shinya or Die will eventually find me.”

“Leave you on the flagstone where you could catch cold in your silk shirt?” Gackt asked baffled just as the first drops of rain began to fall.

Kyo shrugged. “What doesn’t kill me…”

Gackt looked around and spotted a gazebo. Hopefully Yoshiki was predictable. Gackt swung an arm around Kyo’s legs and lifted him up and walked towards the gazebo.

“What are you doing?” Kyo muttered never opening his eyes. “Didn’t I just tell you to leave me?”
“I don’t take orders.” Gackt responded. “It’s a good thing you’re so scrawny.”

“Yeah,” Kyo replied. “You got fat.”

Gackt ignored the comment. He was not fat. Certainly he wasn’t as rip as he used to be, but fat? Never.

Inside the gazebo as Gackt had hoped was a wicker furniture set made up of a chair, a sofa sized seatee and a coffee table-ish thing.

Gackt sat on the seatee and let Kyo stretch out with his head against his leg. Kyo was short enough that even laying against Gackt he couldn’t reach the end of the seatee with his feet.

“You’ve done your good dead,” Kyo yawned. “Go away.”

“If you haven’t noticed,” Gackt replied amusement lacing his voice, “It is raining.”

“So?” Kyo muttered.

“So, I refuse the very idea of a sore throat or possible cold.” Gackt answered.

“So I’m stuck with you?” Kyo sounded a little offended.

Gackt snorted uncharacteristically. “Yeah, for now.” Gackt reached a hand down and traced the outline of the welts on Kyo’s chest. “Why do you do this?”

“What’s in an act I wonder?” Kyo responded sleepily. “It’s not really intentional.”

“It’s an act?.” Gackt was a little surprised. “You do it to yourself and it’s not intentional?”

“The welts are real, but the pain is not pain. It’s euphoria.” Kyo whispered half asleep.

“You get pleasure out of the pain?” Gackt was baffled.

“Mhm.” Kyo replied. “It’s really no different then you practically jacking yourself off on stage.”

“That’s different.” Gackt retorted. “I’m not hurting myself.”

“Aren’t you?” Kyo replied indifferently. “Doesn’t it hurt to have an unfulfilled erection?”

“That’s still different then you cutting yourself.” Gackt responded.

“Trapped in skin tight pants, straining against the material that you know won’t give way? Each sway of your hips rubbing painfully against yourself?” Kyo asked hs voice still sleepy but cynical. “That I think would hurt more then my welts.”

Gackt didn’t reply. Instead he moved his hand from tracing the outline of the welts to applying pressure to the welts themselves.

Kyo moaned softly before he could stop himself. “Stop. I didn’t tell you, you could.”

“I find it interesting that you claim pain and pleasure is the same thing.” Gackt spoke softly, glancing at the shorter man with great curiosity. Then as an after thought, “Yes, it does hurt to have an unfulfilled erection…” his voice grew soft, almost seductive.

Kyo opened his eyes a little, a little struck by the change of tone in Gackt’s voice.

Slowly but surely, Gackt’s hand carefully made its way from Kyo’s welts, up to his defined collarbone – he just couldn’t help himself, no matter how much he really didn’t like the man.

“Gackt!” Kyo jumped into a sitting position rather abruptly and rather quickly from being mostly asleep. “What the fuck?”

Retrieving his hand, Gackt only looked at Kyo innocently.

Kyo glared at the porcelain perfect man in front of him before getting up on his feet and walked away from him. Out of the gazebo, into the rain – though just as he put his feet off the gazebo, he felt a strong hand wrap itself around one of his wrists.

Angrily, Kyo tried to pull his hand away, but instead, the force pulled him back into the gazebo.

“You’ll get a cold.” Gackt repeated, his hand still wrapped around Kyo’s wrist. “Is my company really so bad you’ll risk your voice?”

“I will not be one of your toys.” Kyo said angrily. The anger seemed to fuel some battery in him, for he seemed fully awake now.
“One of my toys?” Gackt repeated a little stunned.

“Your reputation proceeds you.” Kyo snarled and wrenched his hand free.

“Wait.” Gackt requested before Kyo could step into the rain. “What reputation?”

Kyo turned and glared at Gackt. Gackt was sure that if looks could kill he would be dead.

“As if you didn’t know.” Kyo drooled sarcastically. “As if you didn’t know all of Japan knows how much of a whore you are.” Kyo took a few steps to Gackt and shoved at his chest making him stagger backwards. “As if you didn’t know that everyone knows if they tell you no, you take what you want anyway.” He shoved Gackt again and Gackt fell into the seatee.

“Wait!” Gackt held up a hand before Kyo could strike him again. “I have never been not consented to.”

Kyo sneered. “Mana.” Was all he said.

Gackt’s face paled. “Mana.” He whispered and closed his eyes.

Even though Gackt couldn’t see Kyo sneered even wider. “You even admit to it.”

Gackt ran a shaky hand through his hair never opening his eyes. “Did… did he tell you…”

Kyo only snorted.

“I was… drunk… I still don’t remember anything from that night….” Gackt’s voice was shaky.

Kyo raised a brow at the confession and crossed his arms across his chest. “So you use alcohol as an excuse.” His voice was uncaring.

“Yes…No… I don’t know.” Gackt open his eyes halfway to peer at Kyo across the dark. “He never told me the details… eventually I got it from Yu~ki… and Mana couldn’t stand my touch after that…if I could go back…”

“Well you can’t.” Kyo voice was cruel and cold. “But, I’m sure you can repent.”

“How?” Gackt closed his eyes and leaned his head back exposing the smooth column of neck. “I haven’t seen him in, god, almost nine years…”

Kyo was suddenly in Gackt’s lap raking his long nails down the front of Gackt’s black shirt creating welts even under the fabric. His mouth was attacking Gackt’s exposed neck.

Gackt hissed but made no move to push Kyo off. “You were just opposing…”

“Opposing being one of your sluts yes.” Kyo murmured in between bites drawing blood across Gackt’s neck.

Gackt’s hissed again. “Be careful.”

“No.” Kyo moved his hands under Gackt’s shirt and raked his nails down again.

Gackt cried out and arched against Kyo as he dug shallow divots in his chest. Somehow through the pain he was aroused beyond compare.

“Take it off or I rip it off.” Kyo demanded leaning back a little to unfasten Gackt’s pants as Gackt took off his shirt. Gackt looked down briefly and even in the dark could see the blood running down his chest and disappearing against his belt line.

Kyo looked at his artwork coursing down Gackt’s chest. He leaned forward a little and lapped at the blood. Gackt shivered and leaned into Kyo as his tongue caressed his chest. He was vaguely aware of his belt being removed and wrapped around his wrist and tied to the seatee arm. Kyo held the other hand down on the seatee.

“Why?” Gackt whispered not sure why he was going along with this.

“Shut up.” Kyo commanded sharply biting down hard on a nipple drawing blood.

Gackt cried out again and this time did buck trying to throw Kyo off.

Kyo slapped Gackt across the face hard enough to turn his face. “Knock it off.”

“You’re going to far.” Gackt glared at Kyo his cheek throbbing from where he was hit. He jerked his arms the one held down by Kyo didn’t move as Kyo rested all his weight on it and the other did not budge from where Kyo had tied it. It was then that Gackt realized the position he was in with Kyo.

“Kyo…” Gackt was hesitant. “This has gone too far.”

“Repent.” Kyo said grinning wickedly and then leaned in and bite down on Gackt’s other nipple. Gackt groaned in pain.
“Kyo stop.” Gackt commanded, but it came out breathy when Kyo bite gently on his collar bone sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“No.” Kyo replied. “Repent.”

Gackt’s body seemed to shudder then he began to sing, mostly to himself as Kyo left vampire marks across his collar bone. “A specialist bound by love, you used your long nails on me…” Gackt sang softly pausing to arch and writhe against Kyo as he crisscrossed the welts down Gackt’s chest. “Your wet lips are so painful that there are no more words for it/What you...and I have, is not...burning love…”(1)

“No it’s not.” Kyo responded and stood. He looked down at Gackt for a moment. Gackt’s head was tilted against the back of the seatee a bruise forming on his face from where he was hit. Blood ran down his neck from where he was bitten. Bloody welts crisscrossed down his chest, the blood flowing in rivers.

Gackt started singing again mostly to himself, “In this world full of lies/Tease me...break me…”(2)

“With pleasure.” Kyo took off his belt. “Lay down Gackt.”

Gackt’s head was swimming and his vision kept smearing around the edges, probably from the blood loss but did as he was told. Kyo used his beltand tied Gackt’s other hand up with the first.

“Lift your hips Gackt. We all know how you can move them.” Kyo ordered.

Gackt snorted but again did what he was told to do passively. Kyo pulled the leather pants down surprised there were no underwear underneath. His erection was standing at full attention for Kyo, but he ignored it, concentrating on the pants. As he pulled the pants down Gackt’s legs he again welted and bled Gackt with his nails on both legs. Gackt groaned softly.

“No wonder you’re a whore.” Kyo clucked his tongue. “You’ll get up for anything.”

“You said pleasure in pain.” Gackt spoke softly his eyes barely able to focus on Kyo as his head swam.

“I did.” Kyo grinned evilly, but Gackt couldn’t see it through his haze or the dark. “Let’s see what you make of this.”

Kyo didn’t undress only opened his pants letting out a relieved sigh as his erection was released from its confines. He moved to Gackt and pushed one of Gackt’s legs over the back of the seattee and the other off the seatee leaving Gackt very open.

“You’re not bleeding enough.” Kyo murmured.

“I’m losing conciousness and I’m not bleeding enough?” Gackt questioned voice a little slurred like a drunk.

“No.” Kyo replied. “I think…” He ran his hand down Gackt’s erection.

“You wouldn’t…” Gackt groaned as Kyo tightened his hand.

“Wouldn’t I?” Kyo, the sadist freak, fisted his hand suddenly digging his nails into the erected flesh drawing blood.

Gackt bite his lip to keep from screaming as the pain washed his vision red for a moment. His body convulsed and writhe, his hands strained against their bonds, but he did not otherwise move from the position Kyo put him in.

Kyo removed his blood soaked hand and used it to lubricate his erection before moving in between Gackt’s legs and thrusting in without warning. Gackt did scream this time, but Kyo had anticipated that and had clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Stop, Kyo. Stop.” Gackt begged, crying the pain was unbearable, and he could feel blood dripping down his ass. Nobody was ever allowed where Kyo was; nobody was ever granted that surrender.

“No.” Kyo responded. “Think of Mana. Beg forgiveness.”

Gackt nodded and breathed deep for a moment. He moaned in surprise, partial in pain and partially in pleasure as Kyo found a rhythm in his body deliberately hitting his prostate. Kyo stroked Gackt with the same fervor as his movements into Gackt. He deliberately raked his nails across the abused sensitive flesh with each movement. Gackt would get no pleasure without pain.

“Forgive me.” Gackt whispered and shuddered as he came in Kyo’s fist.

Kyo couldn’t hold out against Gackt’s muscle spasms from the orgasm and he came quicker then he wanted to.

Gackt’s body drooped on the seatee, blood everywhere from Kyo’s handy work. Kyo undid Gackt’s hands, but Gackt made no motion to move. Kyo lifted Gackt’s leg from the floor and rested it slightly bent on the seatee. Blood from Gackt’s ass and leg dripped across the seatee and plink-plinked to the floor. Gackt looked like he’d been in a fight with a tiger and lost.

“Now you wear your scars on the outside.” Kyo whispered into the semi-conscious Gackt’s ear.

“Thank you.” Gackt murmured and let the blackness of unconsciousness take him.

Kyo pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the could-be-mistaken-for-dead Gackt.

“I’ll make sure Mana knows.” Kyo murmured quietly and stepped out into the rain.

Yoshiki found Gackt in the early light of dawn. The blood was no long crimson, but visible against his pale skin and Gackt was sleeping with a smile on his face.

AN: Ok, you’re probably wonder what the Hell Gackt is singing. (1) Vanilla (2) Nine Spiral. I found English Translations. So that’s what it would be in English.

And for those of you that can manage to guess the bands at Yoshiki's party, I will write for you whatever pairing you wish from them. All the bands mind you. All.

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