The PuppetMaster and the Doll

The man who's lips were painted black slid up further to rest lightly on the guitarist's groin... it rested there lightly for a second, before it gave a gentle grope, feeling for any sign of life... "Mana-chan.... so you -do- like it..." Gackt's face instantly flushed with lust as he felt the guitarist's dress bulge in the spot under his hand... "Mmmm.... I thought so..." He liked playing with Mana like this another gentle grope pressed its way through the layers of blue cloth covering the guitarist's manhood.

He couldn't take it anymore... Mana let himself squeak as Gackt groped him. "Gakuto-san!" he yelped. "Ne, the others! What if they hear!! Machi nasai!" Blush now covered the doll-like face of the guitarist as he felt the other's hand upon his now very warm groin... He had asked him to stop... and been very firm about it... he was scared.

Gackt put a finger to the other man's lips, which were painted blue with such presicion. "Shh...they will not know if you are quiet about it, koi..." He'd done it, he claimed Mana... called him his lover. His eyes seemed alive with passion, yet filled with love and longing as he straddled the feminine guitarist, and sat lightly on his lap, pinning him in that chair. His slender form pressed closer and closer to Mana's, before allowing his lips to caress them ever so lightly.

Mana's stayed seated, his hands clenched on Gackt's wrists tightly, as his only protest... he'd been hushed, and for once he'd allowed himself to mind the vocalist. His lips were now stuck in that placid position that they were most commonly found in. His grip remained tight around Gackt's wrists until those soft lips met his own...Upon that action, he seemed to melt... if he didn't have a skeleton within his body, he would have slipped underneath the vocalist and been a liquid upon the floor.

The vocalist felt his new lover relax, and he took it as a cue to continue on with what he wanted... His lips pressed even closer, and in turn Mana's lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen, and become more passionate. His head tilted to the side, and he scooted his body closer...wanting to feel the warmth of the other closer to him... How he wanted to be even closer burned within him, he wanted to feel that skin, that porcelain skin touching his own. Soon after this, the kiss was broken, and his own falsely ice-blue hues, stared into the frozen beauty's own equally false and equally as blue eyes. His right hand came up to caress the now blushing guitarist on the cheek, before moving his face to lay against his cheek. "Aishiteru..." he whispered, his heavy breaths tickling against Mana's sensitive ear.

The guitarist, at that point simply froze… “Gakuto-san…” He shivered and shook his head, now unnerved slightly. “I don’t love you… you can’t….I don’t want to do this…” He pushed hard, trying to get Gackt off of his delicate frame. It was no use for him…the vocalist was too strong for him. Still, if there was any chance of Mana escaping… he had to try and struggle, and struggle he did, he struggled as hard as he could.

“Ne Mana…” Gackt’s honey dipped voice was now firm, and demanding… “You don’t have a choice my dearest… you do love me...and I’m going to prove it…” It was at that point that Mana felt his face get hot… the fear was welling up inside of him… what could he do? At that very moment, tears started to flow down the guitarist’s face… he wasn’t ready, no, this wasn’t happening… it couldn’t be.

“No…no don’t cry my pretty doll, I love you, and I would never want to see you cry…” His words were filled with more lust than they were with love. “Please… don’t fight me… I don’t want to hurt you.” As Gackt’s body pressed even closer to Mana’s he allowed his hips to grind roughly against the ruffle covered groin of the other.

“Stop…stop…please…” Mana cried out, his voice becoming lost… his words escaping him… the fear was taking a hold of him worse than he could have ever imagined. He closed his eyes and began to sob hard and loud… Gackt had his wrists in one of his hands, holding them together as if he were a prisoner… Through his sobs he felt Gackt move… or was someone else moving him? Was he saved?! The feeling of that movement was the second to last feeling he would feel, other than the hard He received to the back of the head, rendering him unconscious and limp.