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Poor Old Jack	By : Zibaamen Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > MUCC Views: 926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Poor Old Jack" - Tatsurou x Yukke
Title? // "Poor Old Jack"

Pairing? // Tatsurou x Yukke

Rating? // NC-17.

Author? // [info]zibaamen

Genre? // Oneshot, Non-AU

Warnings?// Sex, Language, Anal, underaged plushie peeping.

Disclaimer? // I do not in ANY way own any of the people I use in these stories. They are free to love male or female, but I just like to fantasize. :3

Author's Note? // To begin, I want everyone to know that I try to write a different personality each time I make a oneshot, since I can still stay true to their habits, but never let it get boring to read! At least I hope it doesn't get boring. :/

This is one in a series of "Taste of Chaos" ideas I've gotten over the past several months. (I have two more ToC related ones finished, and there will most likely be more.) This one came about from the reaction I got when I gave Yukke a Jack Skellington plushie. The ending result was a blog he made of the plushie, snuggling, non-stop playing, and Tatsurou abuse. It made my life and made me wonder if it slept in the bed with him. So...

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The sky was filled with fading stars above the trail of tour buses riding along a quiet road, everyone but the drivers asleep within each vehicle...everyone but Yukke. He rolled over on his side – a round Jack Skellington plushie peeking out from the comfort of his arms – sighing softly at his restlessness. Ever since they started this tour with Taste of Chaos, he’d been having so much fun, but it seemed like every night he got less sleep. It didn't help that his bunk was across from Tatsurou's, his arm dangling off the side with his face slathered across the pillow. Yukke could see the drool stains under Tatsurou's mouth from his bunk. A tiny smile crept across Yukke's face as he kicked his covers off and secured Jack under his arm, crawling down to the floor and tiptoeing over to Tatsurou. He stood for a moment, trying to figure out how to lift himself up over the vocalist without waking him up. He placed his bare feet on Satochi's bunk beneath Tatsurou's, hoisted himself upwards and rolled over into the wall. He rubbed his head, smacking the wall for hurting him and turned himself over so he was against Tatsurou's back. He snuggled into him, lips grazing against the back of the vocalist's neck. He reached between them to grab his Jack, setting it on the pillow above his own head, feeling Tatsurou start to stir and reach back for Yukke's hand.

"I swear, you're like a four year old, Yu-kun." Tatsurou mumbled, his body still half asleep. Yukke grinned, biting the back of his neck and recieving a moan in response.

"Shh...you're gonna wake everyone up." Yukke whispered, and Tatsurou laughed groggily.

"Like I care? Besides, it's your fault you bit me with those crazy teeth of yours." Tatsurou was awake enough now to roll over, facing Yukke as he buried his face in the bassist's collarbone. Yukke's eyes fluttered shut as their bodies molded together sloppily, Tatsurou's hands finding their way under his shirt. Yukke opened his eyes when he felt an erection nestled against his inner thigh.
"Your crazy teeth make me horny by the way." He groaned hoarsely, hands pushing up the fabric of Yukke's shirt impatiently. The blonde tilted his head back, feeling Tatsurou's hot breath against his flesh, feeling his striped pants tighten.

"Tatsurou...we can't. You know I'm loud." Yukke tried to push him away reluctantly.

"Reminding me will only make me harder." He huffed. Yukke could barely make out the vocalist's face, but from what he could see it was flushed.

"Please, Yukke. If you deny me now you'll wake up surprised later." Tatsurou's threats were cryptic, so Yukke knew better than to test him. He agreed and wiggled around to take his own shirt off, throwing it over Jack's head. He was too young to be seeing this anyway.

"I don't think you realize how tight this is going to be, Tatsu..." Yukke warned, looking around the tiny bunk. Tatsurou yanked the curtain shut and smirked down at Yukke as he climbed on top of him and kicked his legs open with his knee.
"Your ass is tighter than this and big things fit just fine in there. You worry too much." Tatsurou pulled back the screen that was covering the window next to his bed, showering light onto the both of them. He looked down at Yukke, breathing heavily as he drank in the way the blonde's lips glistened in the moonlight. He ran his fingers down his bare chest, pulling his own tiny boxers down off his curved hips, stroking himself as he towered over the smaller man. Yukke looked up, eyes hooded as his chest started to rise faster, his cock aching at the sight.
"Why are you so fucking cute, Yukke?" Tatsurou whimpered against Yukke's lips, his voice cracking. Yukke snorted, biting at his bottom lip before he leaned up to bite Tatsurou's, sucking on it as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. Tatsurou's brow furrowed, stroking himself faster and moaning heavily in the back of his throat, his hips twitching between Yukke's thighs.

"Stop." Yukke pulled Tatsurou's hand away from his dick, yanking him down and pinning him onto his back, finding an easy way to lay between the vocalist's legs without hitting his head. He rested his arm on one thigh, shoving the other away as he ran his fingers across the tip of Tatsurou's erection, licking up across a vein that was throbbing beneath his tongue. Tatsurou's body tensed, hissing roughly as his chest arched up. Yukke sucked on the sensitive flesh, working his way to the head and closing his mouth around it, his palm caressing it lovingly.
"You're going to make me cum if you keep torturing me. W-wouldn't you rather it ooze out of your ass than your mouth? Get on your stomach." He growled.
"Yes, master." Yukke said teasingly, biting his own lip as he untied his pants and pulled them down far enough, his ass exposed. Tatsurou immediately took advantage of this. He tickled in between the cheeks, making Yukke fidget, then he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers. He found the bassist's entrance, lubing it with his fingers, sharp nails scratching the puckered skin, making Yukke thrust forward against the bed. Tatsurou laughed, curling his fingertips inside, watching the bassist squirm underneath him.

"Now you're torturing me, Tatsurou..." Yukke begged, his knuckles white as he clenched the pillow beneath his head. Tatsurou removed his moist fingers, sucking the taste off of them as he moved down to lubricate himself, his breath hitching once more when Yukke reached back to tug Tatsurou's cock close to his ass. Tatsurou threw his hands down on either side of Yukke' shoulders, his eyes barely open enough to watch Yukke move his ass against his throbbing dick, working the head inside painfully slow.
"Fuck, Yukke..." He groaned loudly, his head tilting back as each inch slid deeper into Yukke's ass. He looked back down again, seeing the blonde's fingers working as if he was playing his bass. When Yukke was satisfied, he panted sharply, his hand falling away and back to the pillow, grasping it as he glanced back at Tatsurou and ground his body back against him to show he was ready. Tatsurou jerked sharply, his body shaking as he flashed a smile and laid his body across Yukke's, turning the boy's head so he could kiss him deeply. His fingers crept into the blonde's warm mouth, slipping his cock out a few inches before pounding back into him, causing Yukke to cry out.
"You are such an uke, Yukke." He grinned, his wet fingers smearing over Yukke's swollen lips before covering his mouth with his hand as he thrusted into him once more. Yukke's eyes rolled back, the muffled sounds making Tatsurou drive into his body even harder. Yukke was trapped beneath him, his own cock throbbing as it was crushed from the weight. Tatsurou groaned loudly, feeling Yukke clench around his dick after each thrust. Yukke moved his fingers over Tatsurou's hand, trying to pry it off of his mouth. The vocalist released him, slowing down his pace as the bassist looked up at him.
"Let me ride you."

"Knowing you, you'll probably hit your head."

"AH! Why is Jack plushie watching!?" Yukke turned over, Tatsurou yelping as his cock was bent and removed from it's favorite place. Yukke laid Jack down so his face was in the covers while the blonde looked back towards Tatsurou with a gentle smile. Tatsurou was used to interruptions with Yukke during sex, because no matter how sexy he was, he still had ADD. Tatsurou chuckled and laid down on the opposite side of the bed this time, his hand yanking Yukke down by the back of his neck. The blonde slid onto his waist, feeling his cock slide back in between his ass cheeks.

"Now get back on my cock, you nerd." Yukke laughed at the comment, watching as Tatsurou sat up so he could slide back inside of him, both of them moaning each other's names in unison. Tatsurou felt around the bed beside him, lifting up Jack and setting him against the window. Yukke pouted and got a smack on the wrist.
"Jack wants to see how hard I make you cum, he told me so." Tatsurou dug his nails into Yukke's sides, lifting his hips up as he collided with the blonde, skin smacking as the bassist bounced and fell forward, his mouth against Tatsurou's shoulder. Tatsurou contorted his body as he started to pound into Yukke as hard as he could, his muscles burning as he tore into the smaller man. Yukke bit into his skin as he shook violently and felt a hand encircle his cock and start to yank, his head lifting up as he went straight for Tatsurou's open mouth.
"Scream for me, Yukke." He hissed into their kiss, Yukke's eyebrows furrowed as he panted so hard he could barely breathe. He curled his toes, thrusting down onto Tatsurou with all his strength as he shuddered.
"I-ikuso...ik...iku!!" He threw his head back, eyes rolling and stomach trembling, screaming as white liquid showered Tatsurou's sweaty stomach, his ass constricting around the vocalist as his orgasm dwindled down, making Tatsurou groan, his body writhing as he started to cum. Yukke bit his lip as he felt the hot mess fill his ass, pulling himself off and weakly shifting down as his dick still leaked, lapping it up as if it was candy. Tatsurou shot up, holding the back of his neck as his eyes watered.
"Fuck! Y-yukke...I'm gonna cum again." He bared his teeth, his fists balling around Yukke's hair as the blonde looked up at him, the sight of him sending him over the edge again. Yukke kept his mouth open as the cum dripped down from his lips, trailing down his neck and across his chest. He sat up slowly, watching Tatsurou fall back out of exhaustion. He curled up against the equally sweaty vocalist, both breathing heavily as they laid together.

"Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" Tatsurou said, his eyes shut. Yukke smiled against Tatsurou's arm, playing with the strings of wet hair sticking to his neck. Tatsurou slowly opened his eyes and wiped the cum off Yukke's chest and neck, smearing it over the bassist's lips and watching him lick it up with pleasure.

"Remember that porn you made me watch with you? That chick did the same exact thing and it made you nearly cum just seeing it. I figured if it was me I could do better. Guess I was right." Yukke got distracted once more, feeling behind him for Jack. He set it on Tatsurou's stomach.

"My little uke, the pornstar." Tatsurou laughed loudly, ruffling Yukke's hair as he kissed his forehead.

"Would you two go to sleep already!? I thought the bunk was going to collapse on top of me from the way it was shaking. It was scary!!" Satochi whined, his hand appearing under the curtain and flapping in the air wildly. Yukke and Tatsurou both stared at it before it disappeared.

"See...I was too loud." Yukke purred, his eyes growing heavy. Tatsurou stroked his hair as he chuckled and whispered.
"I think I was the loud one this time." Yukke didn't reply, his eyes closed. Tatsurou shifted very slightly so he could wrap his arms around the blonde without waking him, taking the Jack plushie and placing it between them.

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