Pretty When You Cry...

The past night had been crazy..slowly, blurred memories of too many 
people, loud music and WAY too much booze flooded into Gackt's hungover mind. 
He groaned lightly and raised one hand to rub at his forehead. 
/what the hell went on last night..?/
The room looked as if a tsunami had crashed right in through the front 
door and had taken its sweet time running out the back; leaving everything in 
disarray in its wake..
Gackt shivered..another small groan left his chapped lips as he realized 
he was in the buff.
/great.../
His whole body was mostly numb, only a rare buzzing feeling surged 
through his legs. No wonder he had lost circulation...even blurred vision 
provided an image clear enough to see the naked body draped over Gackt's 
legs...
/Kirito..?/
Gackt sat up and poked Kirito softly...no response. He pushed Kirito 
gently, off of his legs. He heard a slight groaning, and realized it was 
Kirito. He crawled over to Kirito and Kirito looked up at him with a blank 
stare. A small smile began to spread over Kirito's face...
"Have fun last night babe..?" Kirito almost purred to Gackt, sitting up 
with ease. Gackt blinked once or twice, obviously, he didn't remember. Kirito 
chuckled softly..that raven mass of hair looking even more disheveled than 
when he willed it so with all that hairspray.He pushed Gackt gently and 
pulled himself into Gackt's lap.
"What the...?" Gackt started...maybe it was the alcohol that provoked him 
to do..*whatever* it was that he had done. Gackt swatted at a stray lock of 
white-blonde hair and made a weak and perhaps half-hearted attempt to push 
the smaller man away. They *were* naked after all. Kirito pouted softly...it 
almost looked malicious.
"Don't worry Gackt. Everyone else left hours ago..." Another chuckle. It 
sent shivers down Gackt's spine. Kirito's skilled hands moved up to caress 
Gackt's chest. "Hungry?"
"E-Excuse me?" Gackt replied, unsure of what Kirito's intention was.
Kirito slid his hand from Gackt's chest, to his cheek. He pulled Gackt's 
beautiful face closer to his. His mouth found its way towards Gackt's neck, 
where he nipped, then proceeded to slide his tongue up to Gackt's ear. He 
whispered in a seductive voice, 
"Hungry?" He wrapped his arms around Gackt., pulling his body 
closer...holding him, not letting Gackt get away.
Gackt's entire body was tense. Now that he was sober, Kirito's advances 
were almost frightening. A muscle somewhere in his back twitched as he felt 
Kirito's hands on his back. Gackt's mind was swimming and Kirito was still 
pressed against him like a predator over its quivering prey. 
Kirito had moved his head so that he could look into Gackt's unnatural 
blue eyes. He licked his lips, a motion that seemed to take far too long. 
Gackt stared at Kirito, eyes wide, studying his captor. Those chocolate brown 
eyes, that mass of wild raven hair...Kirito looked wild..maybe even erotic. 
Gackt gave himself a mind-slap.
/..get..out./
And he attempted just that, Gackt squirmed but Kirito held onto him 
tight. Surprising how the meek always turn out to be strong. Gackt stopped, 
no sense in trying right now; Kirito looked like he was out for blood.
Before Gackt could react, Kirito moved in one fluid motion, his head slipping 
down towards Gackt's. Kirito's lips brushed Gackt's just barely strong enough 
to be called a kiss. Gackt went tense again. A small gust of hot breath 
fluttered by Gackt's chin as Kirito chuckled at the tension and Gackt could 
feel his cheeks flushing madly. Kirito's lips were again brought to Gackt's, 
a little stronger this time. Kirito's small frame pressed harder against 
Gackt's body and Kirito smiled against the kiss. By this time, Gackt had 
closed his eyes.
Slowly, achingly slow, Kirito ground his hips against Gackt's, tearing 
away from the kiss in the same manner, Gackt's bottom lip just barely caught 
between gently clenched teeth. Before his lip was freed, a quite unwelcome, 
shuddering moan escaped from Gackt's throat.
Kirito could sense that Gackt was unhappy and he let go of him, placing 
his hands back on Gackt's chest. Kirito looked Gackt in the eyes with that 
look of want...that look of need. His face slowly crept back towards Gackt's, 
and Kirito's soft lips met Gackt's own once again. He wrapped his arms around 
Gackt's neck, his tongue parting between Gackt's lips; exploring his mouth. 
Kirito's tongue searched every corner of Gackt's mouth... he tasted so good.
Kirito broke the kiss, he needed to breathe. He placed his hands back on 
Gackt's cheeks and Gackt looked back at him. His face displayed an expression 
Kirito hadn't seen before. Gackt looked pleased; as if he had realized 
Kirito's need. Kirito kissed Gackt softly, their lips barely touching. Gackt 
finally reached up and caressed Kirito's face finally...what Kirito had 
wanted.
Kirito began to kiss Gackt deeply again, slowly lowering him to the 
floor. Gackt's eyes shut and he could feel the weight of Kirito's body on top 
of his. Gackt let out a sigh, a sigh of pure pleasure as Kirito straddled his 
legs, bending down to trace a trail down his chest with his tongue. Gackt's 
eyes were jolted open, accompanied by a surprised gasp as Kirito's tongue 
found its way over the tip of Gackt's obviously excited cock. A kiss was also 
placed there, light, teasing...and Gackt found himself tense again. Every 
expression that crossed Gackt's face was carefully noted by Kirito. He had to 
have Gackt wrapped around his little finger; he had to *play* with his food. 
Kirito smirked playfully and peered up at Gackt's face, fingertips 
brushing the shaft of Gackt's erection idly with a feather-light touch. 
Gackt's eyes were once again closed, and after a moment or so of Kirito's 
teasing, he almost looked pained. Kirito pulled his hand away and looked at 
Gackt, who, without being preoccupied by Kirito's playing, was looking back 
at him. 
"..You *can't* just stop there Kirito!" Gackt whined. Kirito's response 
was a dismissing shrug as he got up and sat on the couch. Gackt sighed 
heavily and sat up, but remained on the floor staring at Kirito. "Are you 
honestly just going to tease me like that?" Gackt continued. Kirito raised 
and dropped one shoulder in a tiny shrug and pouted. 
"You weren't enjoying yourself." Kirito responded, crossing one leg over 
the other at the knee. "Not a single moan. You don't even want me, do you?" 
At this point Kirito's expression could almost be compared to that of a 
neglected child, of course, it was fake. 
"..O-of course I do Kirito." Gackt assured him hesitantly, sitting up a 
little, leaning to rest his chin on Kirito's knee. Kirito looked down at 
Gackt and smirked. That good old wicked grin spreading across his lips.
"Prove it."
Gackt knew that he was going to finally have to show his true feelings 
for Kirito. He got up from the floor, and sat in Kirito's lap. He ran his 
hands up Kirito's chest and held onto his shoulders. He looked Kirito in the 
eyes... and smiled. Tackling Kirito on the couch playfully, Gackt held Kirito 
down... hovering above him with the evilest of smiles. Kirito relaxed, he was 
ready for anything Gackt had planned.
Gackt tilted his head down to begin lapping at Kirito's left nipple; then 
his right. His tongue moved his tongue down Kirito's tensing body slowly, his 
intent to cause excruciating arousal. Gackt stopped at Kirito's stomach and 
started back up his body. His hands found their way to the inside of Kirito's 
thighs, rubbing that sensitive skin there before moving his hands again, 
palms resting on his face. Gackt kissed Kirito passionately sliding his body 
down Kirito's. He ran his tongue up the length of Kirito's cock which coaxed 
a small gasp from Kirito's lips. For once, Gackt felt like he was completely 
in the position of power...and he liked it. Gackt let his tongue run up the 
shaft of Kirito's cock several times, teasing the head now and again with a 
small flick of the tip of his tongue.
/you get what you give Kirito../ Gackt thought with a smug smirk as he 
opened his mouth to take in the head of Kirito's erection. Kirito moaned 
audibly, arching his back a little bit in an attempt to force Gackt to take 
the rest of him into his mouth. Gackt wouldn't hear of it and he raised his 
head to look at Kirito. Kirito blinked, the small moment of euphoria had 
ended but his erection still throbbed with lust. 
"Oh no you don't, Gackt.." Kirito growled, not willing to be teased as he 
had teased Gackt. He sat up just enough to put both of his hands flat on the 
back of Gackt's head. His fingers tangled themselves in Gackt's hair as he 
yanked his head downward. Gackt was taken by surprise as Kirito's length was 
taken into his mouth by force. He gagged a bit, trying to relax his throat 
muscles to accommodate this..foreign object. Gackt's head throbbed from 
having his hair yanked on and he hadn't quite adjusted himself to give head 
to Kirito properly yet. But Kirito was relentless, he thrust his hips upward 
and pulled back. Fucking Gackt's throat in a sense. Gackt really had no say 
in this situation, his head was still being held firmly in place by Kirito's 
hands. Kirito's head was tilted back as far as it could go in a laying 
position and his mouth gaped open in pleasure. A small moan would escape him 
here and there until he tensed and let out a scream loud enough to shatter 
glass. Gackt had decided to drag his upper teeth along Kirito's shaft. He had 
to breathe and it was hard to do so with someone's cock in your mouth. Gackt 
had thought the teething would be the best option until his head was yanked 
back up, his eyes falling upon a enraged Kirito. Gackt swallowed hard as he 
studied Kirito's face. 
/That *can't* be a good expression../
He silently wished he hadn't done that.
Kirito slid himself out from under Gackt carefully, still holding onto 
Gackt's messy blonde hair. 
"I don't think you would want me to do that to you, now would you Gackt?" 
Kirito asked, his voice surprisingly calm. Gackt shook his head, he almost 
trembled. "So why did you do that to me?" Kirito continued. Gackt averted his 
eyes to the couch and took in a deep breath.
"...I had to breathe." Gackt explained. Kirito smirked slightly and 
stood, grabbing one of Gackt's arms in a near death grip. He yanked Gackt off 
of the couch and shoved him towards the next room. Which, as luck would have 
it, was the bedroom.
"Boy, when I get done with you, you won't remember *how* to breathe." 
Kirito threatened, giving Gackt's ass a good hard smack. That smack sent 
Gackt reeling into the bedroom and Kirito shut the door behind them.
With Gackt safely locked in his own bedroom, Kirito stalked towards him, 
extending one hand to firmly shove Gackt onto the bed. Obliging to the push, 
Gackt toppled onto the bed and scurried into a seated position. Kirito looked 
down on him, something was in his eyes...pity? Kirito moved swiftly about the 
room, searching for something. He stopped abruptly in front of a window, 
light from outside barely illuminating his lithe body through the thick 
drapery. Kirito's hand wrapped around the cord used to withdraw the drapes 
and he yanked hard, pulling the cord free from its place and almost 
dislodging the drapes entirely. He grinned a bit, grasping the cord tightly 
in both hands he snapped it tightly until it might pull apart. Gackt simply 
watched, frightened, quivering...and excited
Cord in hand, Kirito got onto the bed next to Gackt and pushed him down 
onto his back with one hand, straddling him. He pulled Gackt's hands together 
and wrapped the cord around his combined wrists tightly, he would *not* get 
away. With a knot secured, the cord and Gackt's hands were fastened to the 
headboard behind him. Gackt squirmed underneath Kirito, struggling a bit to 
get his hands free but to no avail. Looking around, Kirito searched once 
again. Gackt would get what he deserved for that stunt. Kirito dismounted and 
got off of the bed, moving to a nightstand that sat lonely against a wall. 
The surface held a book, a lamp, cigarettes and..what's this? 
"Candles...how quaint." Kirito said through a grin, picking one candle 
up, studying the flawless white wax for a moment. He had also taken ahold of 
a lighter that sat on top of Gackt's cigarettes and he proceeded to light the 
candle's wick. Kirito grinned down at Gackt maliciously and Gackt swallowed 
hard once again. "We'll wait until the wax starts pooling..." Kirito 
explained, holding the candle, now looking into the flame. When the candle 
was good and ready, Kirito got onto the bed carefully. 
"You're not going to...." Gackt started to ask.
Smiling with pseudo-innocence Kirito tilted the candle downward, sending 
a stream of hot wax cascading down onto Gackt's chest. Gackt never finished 
his question, and he broke the silence of the room with a scream. A beautiful 
noise that weakened Kirito's knees and melted his spine. Gackt's spine 
arched, casting his wax-burned chest further off the bed in an arch. Kirito 
looked down at him for a moment, his eyes taking in the beauty of his little 
slave. 
As Gackt's scream died down, Kirito ran one fingertip over the waxy lines 
on Gackt's chest lightly, looking down at him. Gackt simply returned the look 
rather blankly. Kirito leaned down, his skin just barely brushing Gackt's. 
His lips breezed against Gackt's cheek and he whispered to him, 
"...Are you sorry yet?" 
Gackt looked down to his wax-stained chest then raised his eyes to stare 
back at him, eyes narrowed. No answer, but the look on his face screamed "no" 
to Kirito. A small chuckle from the captor.
"Hmm..We'll take care of that." Kirito snickered evilly. He returned to 
that nightstand, and studied the lamp. "Wonder what I could do with this 
thing.." Kirito mused, laughing under his breath. Kirito unplugged the lamp 
and removed it from the nightstand, setting it on the bed. Gackt peered over 
anxiously to see what Kirito was up to. After yanking the cord from the lamp 
itself, Kirito began to split it down the middle. Gackt's stomach began to 
knot as Kirito looked over his shoulder to smile innocently at him. Once the 
cord was split to Kirito's satisfaction, he took the plug and jammed it back 
into the wall, into a closer outlet. He could feel the electricity course 
through the cord as he tapped it against his hand. Gackt's eyes widened 
considerably and he squirmed with all his strength. The sight of small sparks 
every now and again was not the most exciting thing. Kirito laughed softly 
and smiled, that smile that sends shivers down your spine. "So are you sorry 
yet?" Kirito asked once again. Gackt simply didn't answer. A wicked grin 
spread across Kirito's face... he raised the cord and whipped Gackt across 
his chest.
Gackt yelped, his whold body tensing as that electric whip slammed across 
his chest, leaving small welts in its wake. He couldn't really feel the 
electricity itself, but the combination was almost unbearable. A few salty 
tears gathered in Gackt's eyes as he bit down on his lower lip, trying not to 
concentrate on the pain he was in. 
"Kirito, please..." Gackt begged in a trembling voice, his watery eyes 
looking down at the fresh wounds on his chest.
Kirito watched Gackt shake, close to breaking down in tears. It's not 
like he didn't feel sorry for the poor bastard but he deserved it. In a rare 
moment of sympathy, Kirito reached down to caress Gackt's wounded chest for a 
brief moment. Kirito crawled up onto Gackt and leaned down, Gackt could feel 
his breath stream by his ear. 
"Say you're sorry, or else you're going to be punished."
Gackt still refused to say he was sorry. Kirito got off of him and said 
in an excited voice,
"You asked for it.."
It took some trying, but Kirito managed to get Gackt over onto his 
stomach. With the cuffs off and Gackt's wrists free, Gackt rubbed at his sore 
wrists and arms, trying to get some circulation back. 
"Ohh... this is going to be great!" Kirito said devilishly, his eyes 
focused on Gackt's lovely backside. Kirito licked his lips, rubbing his hands 
together. He got up on top of Gackt, kind of straddling Gackt's lower back in 
a sense. He ran his hands up and down Gackt's back, then massaged his 
shoulders. Leaning down, he gave Gackt a gentle kiss on the cheek, then 
whispered, "Remember Gackt, you asked for this." Gackt shuddered against 
Kirito's weight..it wasn't hard to tell that the man was quite obviously 
excited. Kirito pulled himself off of Gackt and crawled behind him, near the 
end of the bed. Taking one more moment to look at the adonis before him, he 
grabbed Gackt at the waist and pulled him up into the "hands and knees" 
position. Gackt hung his head down, he felt like such a bitch. Kirito 
proceeded to grab Gackt's ass and smack it gently...so firm. He leaned 
forward and bit a fleshy part of Gackt's back gently. Not hard enough to 
hurt, just enough to make him even more uncomfortable. Kirito's tongue found 
itself running down Gackt's back and teasing near the entrance that Kirito so 
longed for. Gackt, surprised, jolted forward and Kirito laughed. Gackt tensed 
up as he felt one of Kirito's fingers slide into him... he cringed in pain 
when he felt another go in. Kirito was widening his entrance.
Kirito sat up on his knees and began to position himself. Gackt looked 
over his shoulder and gave Kirito a helpless look. Kirito laughed, 
"Gackt, don't look at me like that. Remember, my dear, you asked for 
this."
Gackt dropped his head again, knowing what was next. Kirito grabbed Gackt's 
hips with both of his hands and slowly began to slide his cock into Gackt. He 
cried in pain, his hands ripping at the sheets below him. Kirito's hips 
thrust as he rammed into Gackt hard. He could almost swear he felt Gackt's 
delicate tissues shredding under the enormous strain. 
Freeing one hand, Kirito took Gackt's cock into his grasp. It was only 
right that Gackt get *some* pleasure out of this. Gackt's eyes widened, he 
was half expecting Kirito to rip his dick right off. With surprising care, 
Kirito stroked Gackt's cock. All the while slamming into his ass at an 
increasing rate. Gackt screamed in a euphroric state of pain. Kirito kept up 
with a steady pace, thrusting in and out of Gackt, while sliding his hand 
over Gackt's erection. Kirito tilted his head back and moaned loudly, leaving 
his mouth to gape open in ecstasy. Gackt closed his eyes tightly, his body 
jolting forward with the force of Kirito's every thrust. He let out a 
shuddering moan as Kirito picked up the pace with his hand. 
Kirito continued to plunge into Gackt, harder and faster, moaning 
progressively louder. He knew he was about to climax. Kirito gave a little 
squeeze to Gackt's cock, stroking him faster, keeping time with his thrusts. 
Both Kirito's and Gackt's chests heaved with heavy breaths, beads of sweat 
began to glisten across Kirito's body. 
A sudden yelp escaped from Kirito's throat as he leaned back, his body 
near convulsing. A wild cry of euphoria followed as Kirito sent his cum 
streaming into Gackt. However, Kirito continued his thrusts, slowing down 
gradually; allowing Gackt to enjoy the sensation.. and he was. Gackt let out 
a rather audible moan..the sensations of Kirito's climax inside of him and 
his gentle stroking were almost too much to bear at once. A few more motions 
and the job was done. Gackt cried out in ecstasy...he cried out Kirito's 
name. 
Stunned, Kirito let his hand drop and he withdrew himself from Gackt, who 
promptly flipped around and collapsed onto his back. Kirito followed suit, 
slowly lowering himself on top of Gackt. Not that it made much of an 
impact..Kirito was always too thin to be healthy. So they both lay there, too 
breathless to utter a single word. Kirito positioned his head on Gackt's 
chest. A few strands of his hair were enough to gather a small whimper from 
Gackt as they brushed over those welts. It would be a shame if they scarred. 
Looking back on the moment that he had been possessed to whip Gackt, Kirito 
felt regret. He settled himself quickly to spare Gackt more pain and simply 
listened to the gentle beating of Gackt's heart. 
Once Gackt had composed himself, he spoke barely audibly..a plea.
"Please let me go..."
A whisper of a reply.
"Just a little longer."
Kirito's allowed his eyes to drift shut for a moment before reopening 
them to look down upon the damage he had caused to Gackt's body. Somehow, it 
seemed that nothing could alter the beauty of that man. He was beautiful when 
he smiled, alluring when he teased...pretty when he cried. Kirito was 
jealous..and jealousy prompts people to do some evil things. It had been so 
long since Kirito had touched anyone...or been touched himself. He was 
beginning to think he'd forgotten how to feel. He was sure of what he felt 
now, however..he felt horrible.
Some time elapsed in silence...when Gackt awoke, Kirito was gone.