Make Love To You

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction, and is not endorsed by the person(s) it is about/originator(s) of the work. All official characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement, offense, or solicitation is intended. The author is not affiliated with nor has any connection to Gackt or GacktJOB. This story has been written for entertainment value only. No profit is being made from this writing. Note however, any original characters contained herein are copyrighted to L.E. Diamond (Morrigan).

Pairing: Gacktx??

Special Notes/Warnings: First - I am not good at writing sex. So, my apologies up front. Secondly, this was written as an experiment. The concept was seeing if a sex scene could be written with only naming one party's gender, but not naming the other, leaving it open to interpretation. I don't know if my goal was reached, but I had Gackt in mind when I wrote it. Insert whoever you want to as his partner. Additional AN are at the end.



Make Love To You


You lay beside him wondering how it came to this place. How you ended up here in a room with him alone? Alone in a bed with him. You don't think about the situation. All you can think about is him laying next to you. The way your heart pounds, and how you feel cold and hot at once. The room itself feels cold. Overall you feel the cold. His warmth is more inviting to you than ever. You look over and realize he's awake too, brown eyes staring at the ceiling in thought. He was always in thought, always somewhere. You can't help reflecting that his eyes always seemed to have an amount of sadness to them. He had in fact been through much in life, and was a survivor. He turns to look at you. Perhaps he felt your eyes upon him? You turn away after smiling at him, embarrassed.

You lay there for a couple of moments, and the feeling that he is still watching you creeps into your thoughts. You work up the courage to look over at him once more and your intuition is right. It's no secret to him that you like him. Never has been. You poorly disguised it, and it only led to him asking you if you did earlier. You try to stubbornly match his gaze, but you falter and look away once more. You can't help it. You want him more than ever now. The fact that he is so close is like showing a piece of candy to a child when you know they want it more than anything, and then popping it into popping it into your mouth to be cruel.

You feel him extend his arm out a little towards you, and he softly says, "Come here."

You look back and see he's inviting you to lay in his embrace. You sit up and quietly slide over resting on your side, and your head on his shoulder, then feel him wrap his arms about you, pulling you closer, nearly on top of him.

"You're cold."

You nod 'yes' unable to control your mouth opening and eyes squeezing shut as you can feel him wrapping a leg about one of yours. You lay that way with him for several minutes, the warmth he's sharing becoming too hot... a desire for something more intimate amounting with in you.

"Are you still awake?" he asks.

"Yes," you answer simply.

He begins to pull out of the embrace to your disappointment and you find yourself back on your side of the bed wanting to curse whatever furies are doing this to you. However, your disappointment is short lived as he slides over and scoots partially on top of you. You feel one of his legs push in between your own, and finally against your aching loins. The sensation makes you moan. He hovers over you, his arms on either side of you, watching you.
"I want to make love to you," You're not sure what to say at this. He makes your consent easier, "Do you want me too?"

You feel a hand go beneath the blankets as lowers his torso to yours. You feel him squeeze your leg, brush a hand against your inner thigh. A lustful moan is your consent. He claims your mouth with his own and he continues kissing you, teasing your bottom lip with an eager tongue that finally you part your mouth to, and feel exploring, teasing, entwining itself with your own. You almost forget to breathe. When he breaks it, it leaves you desperately trying to take in air. You realize he's breathing heavily as well, but he is merciless and plunders your mouth once more as you feel his hands begin to explore your body. Your own arms and hands are snaking about his neck and back, down his arms, his hips, his torso. You moan in his mouth as his hands finds the end of your shirt and slip underneath it to explore your skin itself. He leaves you breathless as he ends the painstakingly long kiss and after taking a few short breaths and kisses your cheek, your neck, resting at your collarbone for a moment licking and grazing it with his teeth. He pulls himself the rest of the way on top of you, your legs giving way to him letting him rest comfortably in between them.

One hand, moves from beneath your shirt to your leg and pulls it around him, pushing him against you. You can suddenly you feel the proof of his own arousal against you in just the right spot. Brushing against you in just the right way. He rubs it against you causing a feeling of complete ecstacy and warmth run through your already throbbing veins. He goes almost limp on you as he his hands leave your leg, leaving you to entwine it about one of his, and he continues to rub and push himself against you, as you feel his breath on your ear and neck. You moan loudly, hearing his own softer moan against your ear.

You whimper out, "More..." a plea not knowing which you want more. His desire rubbing on yours or his hands making it even more extreme.

All at once his hands are off of your skin, he gently pulls at your leg that is wrapped about him a little wider so the hold is not so tight, and he pulls the covers away from you, scoots down your body to where your shirt, partially ridden up by now, is still leaving the parts you know he wants to taste the most covered.

"Sit up." You do as he says, and he quickly pull the shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor. He scoots back away from you looking at you with hungry eyes. You start to cover yourself but he grabs your legs and pulls you back down gently, his fingers capturing the sides of your PJ bottoms and underwear at the same time and he pulls them off completely in a fluid movement, tossing them to join your now forgotten shirt on the floor. He get off the bed to remove his own boxers, not even the slightest bit ashamed of his nakedness as he climbs back on the bed beside you. You lay with one hand resting over your head the other lazily out to the side, one leg bent as if sensuously inviting him to take advantage of the hot desire and promising pleasure between your legs. For a moment he lets you look at him, all of him, as he does the same. He reaches out and runs a hand up the length of your right leg, then grabs both and pulls you toward him, parting them in the process. A moment later, you look over to see him open a drawer on the neighboring nightstand. Inside, he pulls out a small box of condoms. You can't help your feeling of wondering if he'd be planning this, or if this is something he just keeps on hand... or what exactly. It also brings an amount of relief to you. All this time you had been secretly worrying about it. Afterall... he's been with a number of people. You've had your share too. Tonight was just a fantasy come true for you.

"Ah, when'd you get those?" you can't help asking as he expertly opens it, extracts a square package and takes it from it's wrapper. He rolls it quickly on himself and flings the package on the floor as well, the box holding the rest laying forgotten at your side.

He merely smirks and pushes himself against you rubbing himself against you once again.


He leans over you, kisses you breathless once more and his mouth and hands make a straightline for the hardened, twin peaks on your torso. He kisses and licks at each in turn, nipping ever so slightly at them, as you moan and claw at what blankets you can grab at your side.

He leaves you no chance to do more than to run fingertips along his spine or run fingers through his hair as he makes his way lower and lower. He kisses the spot just at the inner part of your hips that is so sensitive, then the inside of your thighs.

It comes to you what he is about to do, and all at once a wave of worry, shyness and desire all at once overtakes you. Softly you say, "You don't have to do that..."

He chuckles, and then says with a smirk, "I know," then lowers his head to your aching source of desire. He kisses you, licks you, sucks you in just the right ways for what seemed an eternity until you all but scream as feel the rush of orgasm over take you. He slides his way back up over you even as your still shivering with the rush that it gave you. He kisses your neck and seeming to delight at the desperate moan it forced out of you, even as you felt somewhat sated.

But you know he's anything but. He's ready for you now. As you explore one another, kiss each other's neck and lips you feel him slowly trail a hand down your chest, and finally resting on his desired prize. He cups you, rubbing you and making you once again feel a surge of desire pound through you again. In the heat of the moment your fingernails dig into his back slightly, and you nip his collarbone where you had been inciting moans and lustful expressions from his own lips. He whimpered slightly. You're not sure if it was in desire or pain. You feel continue to run you... awaken you. Then his hand moves in lower, fondling you and searching for a spot he knows holds the key to his own release. Finding it, he gently pushes a finger in. You feel your muscles tighten a little at the sudden feeling.

"Relax." he whispers against your ear and with his other hand on your cheek, brings your lips to meet his once more as he extracts the single finger, then plunders you again with an added digit, he continues fingering you deeply, eventually adding a rhythm of in and out friction to it.

"Please.. say I can have you. Say yes, please," you can hear in husky breath on your face as he stares down at you overtaken with desire in his eyes. You answer simply by relaxing your muscles more and widening your legs. He slowly pulls his fingers out, leaving the spot feeling empty and to a point pleading for the stimulation. You feel him position himself, the head poking at your entrance.

"Are you ready for me?" it was almost plea. You nod and lean your head back. You feel him enter you and you bite down the yelp that accompanied it. He adjusts himself and you can feel him start moving with in you. He moves just a little in a certain way and it's like he is suddenly hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel absolute undiluted pleasure. His rhythm continues to build with the momentum and occasionally you feel him push himself harder in you as his eyes shut as if he's ready to have release. It only leads to a faster rhythm, a harder pushing within. Each time, he takes a mere moment to open his eyes and look upon you and touch or kiss a part of your upper body.

You feel your head moving back and forth, and your arms around him, as if holding on to him for dear life. Your legs are rubbing against his... snaked around them as if you're one being for this moment. Your arms drop to their sides grasping desperately at the sheets as you feel him continue, your aware that you're drenched in sweat, and can see beads rolling off of his skin as well. You wrap a leg about him, pushing him slightly in more. He cries out at the sudden sensation. He grabs your hands and pulls them over your head, holding them with his own, closing his eyes. Finally, when you're ready to scream no more because the sheer sensation of the new release amounting is almost frightening to you, you feel yourself give into it's power and you close your eyes, seeing stars, heat shooting through your body and you have no breath. Your body arches, and you hear yourself scream as you orgasm once more. It is followed shortly after by him, shouting out, "Oh God!". Your name is on his next breath and he pushes forward climaxing.

All at once it's as if your both limp and the world comes back into focus. You feel him leave your body, a gasp escaping your lips as the final part of him is released. You can feel hear him breathing heavily next to your ear. Feel his hands release your own from where he was holding you down, and arms wrap around you. Your own rest above your head for a moment until you repeat his action. He lays a head on your shoulder.

"Let me stay like this for a moment." he says merely holding on to you. You can't help reveling in the fact that this man you have wanted for so long is now finally in your arms, and actually made love to you. Out of everyone he could have had... he chose you. You run your fingertips through his damp hair, and he continues to lay for a few more moments.

Gently, he decides to roll off of you, the feeling of his weight off of you a relief and a sadness all at once. Your body still aches for him. Just is sated of it's dire need - for now. You watch as he somehow musters the strength to get up and remove the condom, grabbing a tissue off the other side's nightstand, wrapping it in the obliging tissue and going to bathroom, dispose of it and shutting the door as he cleans up.

You feel a little cheated, but you knew he had to do that right? You watch as the door opens and he stands there looking at your cooling body in the dim light of the room. He holds a hand out to you, "Come on... we'll take a shower together."

You can't help smiling as you get up and join him.


[AAN: As this was a writing experiment, I didn't want to name the guy, simply because I was still deciding whether I really wanted to classify this as fanfiction or not. Not to mention, I don't know if I failed or not in my goal. Why did I do this? Curiosity and cats... plus, I mean, if you're a strict yaoi reader you can put him with whoever you want. Hell, you can make the PAIRING anyone you want. If you're strict het, you can make it any girl you want... and again any pairing you want. But the guy in this fanfic-ish semi-original story is Gackt. Now... I knew there were only 3 ways a person could accomplish my goal. You can only write it in 1st or 2nd person, or 3rd person omniscient. Knowing me I did all three at some point. :P Also a side point... *gasp* there IS penetration in this story. OMG... run for your lives! Anyway, the point I wanna make is boys and girls both have G-spots. Since this is open to interpretation... I'll let you decide which one he is hitting. That sounds so dirty somehow. >.o