Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Ink and Gunmetal ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: OtakuAngelD 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 264 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 264 | Status: Work In Progress
Ink and Gunmetal Author: DarkAngel Series: Gravitation Part: 2 of ? Pairing: Yuki X K, Ark X K in the past, some references to Eiri X Shuichi Rating: very NC-17 Warning: There be smut here. And S&M. And OCC, and first person. This chapter contains spanking.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation, or its characters. Those belong to Maki Murakami. If they did belong to me, K and Judy would NOT be married.Notes: This chapter is dedicated to K-san uniform in Gravitation Volume 7. K-san…you sexy beast you
By the time I reached my apartment, I was back to my normal self once again. I was not at all surprised by my roommate’s begging to be forgiven. I was however pleased and shocked that the singer didn’t smell our sex on me. I think that he got that I didn’t wish to be annoyed by him by the slamming of my office door in his face. I told him I had work to do. I did.
I lit up my cigarette and tossed my new bait upon my desk. The silver of the gun set off the black of my typewriter. Yet, they looked like they belonged together. They belonged beside each other. Just like K belonged to me now. Just seeing it made me want to write. Now, I know I only started to keep a promise to the original Yuki, but our brief moment of passion had gotten more than my carnal juices flowing. The gun crazy blond had actually inspired me. I didn’t know whether to resent him for it, or want him more. All I knew was the pull of my typewriter and the clicking of keys as pages spilled from my mind.
I always lose track of time when I work. I often miss dinners and lose sleep. My bed is often abandoned. I get so lost in my literary world that nothing else exists but me and it. Much like how I can get lost in my own head sometimes. I always get annoyed when people who disturb my word. I can’t make time for annoyances about to beat down my door.
How Shuichi could sleep though my front door getting kicked in will remain a mystery. How he remained asleep through what happened next, I shall chalk up to a simple miracle. For the second the wood came off the hinges, I knew who it was. I’ve heard he had done it before once, as a joke, when he started to manage Bad Luck. However, this time, I could tell it was no joke.
I had told K to wear something sexy. He hadn’t failed my expectations. I’d only seen the outfit once before. When he was securing Disneyland for Shuichi’s date with Eiri. It was a crisp military uniform that clung in just the right places. Honey golden hair was in it’s usual ponytail. Jackboots accented his long legs. He made me hard, just to look at him. I wanted to snatch those dark glasses from over his bright blue eyes. I wanted to take him. Mess up his perfect hair and strip him of that uniform. I wanted to fuck him where he stood. Indeed, K was dressed to kill.
I had to contain a smirk at the new weapon he was leveling at me. Another of his numerous toys. However he got them into Japan with the gun laws, I’ll never know. But there it was; an American Semi-automatic machine gun. The one he had given Hiroshi at one point. But this time, without a doubt, I knew it wasn’t loaded with safety bullets. From just his shielded face, I knew he was the real deal. My gun happy American was out to kill me for what I had done to him. For what I had forced him to enjoy.
Still, I sauntered up to me, cigarette hanging from my lips. I placed my hand upon the barrel and started to stroke it with two fingers. I stroked it the way I wanted to stroke his manhood into erection. I petted it and placed it at the center of my chest. I looked him straight in the mirrored sunglasses and told him that he didn’t dare to kill me. His key artist, his most valuable singer, Eiri’s misguided, foolish young Shuichi’s world revolved around Eiri. I was Eiri. To kill me was to kill Eiri. To kill Eiri was to kill Bad Luck.
I could feel him wavering just slightly. I suppose he had never heard anyone admit to being two people at once. Still, those beautiful hands relaxed for just a moment upon their deadly rest. I never could have guessed K that easy to manipulate. Then again, I learn much though observation. I’ve had a long time to observe by brother-in-law, Tohma, the reigning king of manipulation. The skill I learned gave me leverage over him. He knew I had won already. And I knew it too. Yet it still game me a thrill to suddenly capture his jaw and blow a puff of smoke in his face, after informing him that again, he was at my mercy.
I admire him though, for his stubbornness. He knows the battle is won already one, but he insist to continue this fight. In hushed angry tones, he demanded his original gun back. But I wasn’t about to give it to him. Oh no. I was going to make him work for it. I told him there was a fee to pay first, and then I kissed him. I kissed him deeply, and kept one hand locked upon his jaw so that he wouldn’t attempt to bite off my tongue as it thrust into his mouth. I didn’t let up until his tongue started to play back. Imagine. K trying to dominate me. I could not have that. I would not. He was the submissive here, not I. And it was time once again to teach him his place.
I stopped suddenly as I started and stole away that mirrored barrier away. I had lost him again. Again, he was staring through me. Past me, at something that made him lustful. He surged forwards and I kept backwards. This time our encounter wouldn’t be animalistic thing upon the floor. It thrilled me to take control of his directions, leading him to my bedroom. Once there, I side stepped him and shoved him through the door and slammed it shut again. There I pressed him against it to devour him again. My mouth slanting over his as my hands tore at the multiple layers he wore until he was fully naked for me.
K’s naked form was exquisite. Nothing at all like bony, boyish Shuichi. This man was indeed physically superior to me. But that meant nothing. It meant nothing because he was allowing me to dominate him. I could see the passion in his stance and the pleading of his eyes. It was as if K was begging me to tie him up and punish him.
I was more than happy to oblige. This older blond woke all of the kicks I had buried away. He cried to be collared and controlled. He begged to be hurt. And I found myself giving into those desires. Shuichi indeed couldn’t feel this hidden need in me. He was delicate. He was Eiri’s. He was too much like I once was. I couldn’t hurt him in the way I could hurt K.
He looked so alluring with his hands bound behind his back by the shoulder holster he wore. His deep voice sounded so sexy, muffled behind a makeshift gag of my shirt and his tie. Especially when I threw him on the bed so that he landed face first. That pert, inviting ass already lifting in the air in offering. But I would not take him. I could indeed see I had indeed truly hurt him this afternoon when I have fucked him unprepared. Besides, there were other things I wanted from him.
Normally, I am not one to suck cocks. It’s something I’d rather receive than give. But I wanted to taste of him. I wanted to learn his flavors. I wanted to memorize how he thrashed about, so I could learn to secure him better the next time. So I could deny him all movement. I wanted k entirely. And I can say with great certainty that for one brief moment, when my mouth plunged down upon his quivering shaft, that I did have him. Then he was taken from me again. Back into his own head, even though his body jerked and he thrust within my waiting mouth.
So great was my oral skills that even the cloth barrier could silence him. That rich American baritone was begging for something. But he was not begging me. Even through the cloth I could hear moaned please to the one called Ark to do…something. The rest was lost to the cloth and the scream of pleasured pain when I had not so gently bit down on his tip. That alone made us both cum. But I was not done with him yet. K needed to be punished for his bad form of having someone else’s name on his lips. I would deny him his orgasm until he made up for his slight.
He actually whimpered when I pulled away. He looked like the world had come to a crashing halt. I only chucked and unzipped my pants, freeing my own hard cock. I didn’t tell him what he had done wrong. No. That was all part of Mister K’s punishment. I’d let him guess at it. Who knew? It might get him to try even harder at enhancing what promised to be a wonderful bedroom performance.
When my hands tangled into his hair to pull his face forward, he moaned again. It did as well when I pressed his face against my crotch. He made a face at the roughness of my pants. A face I paid back by happily shoving him against me harder. While one hand kept hold of his golden main, the other started to undo his gag. The second it was off, my hand locked around his jaw once again, so that I could drag him upwards, for a kiss before I forced him back down.
In no polite terms, I told him to suck my cock. I ordered him to do it, and do a good job of it. Else he would remain rock hard and unable to do anything about it for lack of hands. I thought he’d fight it. I expected protest. What I got was a soft kiss to the head of my shaft before his mouth was completely on me and he was sucking me off like an old pro. It seemed that K had been with a male before. Perhaps it was the Ark person he’d been moaning about earlier.
Those thoughts were for later. Right now, I was too busy getting the blowjob of my life. He managed to rip my moans from me. Even when his teeth scraped over me. Though to that, as warning not to bite, I smacked his ass. I reveled in the feeling of my hand against his bare skin. The smack to his ass made K’s head descend further down my cock and forced a moan from him. His ass seemed to rise a little more into the air, as if begging for another. I gave K what he wanted. My hand cracking against his ass so hard it made my hand sting. I left a handprint on one pale globe of flesh.
K only sucked harder. He was trying to force my orgasm. And for the insult, I continued his punishment. My hand warming his behind. Slapping his upturned ass hard enough to rock his body forwards, a movement that continued to drive my cock deeper down his throat. Deep enough to bring tears to his eyes and a moan to my lips. I was terribly close to cumming, but still I spanked him. Not the gentle playful blows a lover would give. They were hard, ass-reddening ones a Master gave his Slave. It was with that realization that I found climax. I spilled my pleasure down my beautiful, blond, American Slave’s throat. In a growled tone, I told him that he had better drink it all down. He did.
When he was through, I pulled his face back to mine. This kiss we shared was surprisingly gentle for us. It tasted of salt and passion and K. While I kissed him in this new fashion, I gave him mercy. Fisting over a much neglected erection, swallowing his relieved moans with my mouth. I had him so worked up that he erupted moment after I started. He screamed his pleasure into my mouth, and I wondered who’s name was on his lips. I wanted more than anything for it to be mine.
Afterwards, he collapsed bonelessly against me. Silky hair darker, closer to my color because of the sweat. I took my sweet time untying him, slowing rubbing each limb to sooth it. Petting over his tender rear to sooth that as well. By the time I had finished with him, I had felt his breathing change. K had fallen to sleep in my arms. I hadn’t the heart to wake him either. He looked too beautiful, too peaceful. Even when he murmured that name again as I laid us both down upon my soiled bed, I couldn’t’ wake him to punish him again.
I was strangely contented. I knew it was I who held him now. I wanted to continue doing so. However I knew I’d have to be sure to wake him up before Shuichi did. It would destroy the boy to know his manager and I just slept together. Even knowing that, I wanted it again. I wanted this man and the control I could exhibit over him. After all, Eiri had his singer, couldn’t Yuki have his American?
I did have him, more or less. I knew that when I woke the next morning to find him already gone. I knew because he had left his precious firearm upon my deck where I had left it. And because of the note typed on my type writer. Right n the middle of my manuscript. I was to keep the gun as a present, because last night was never going to happen again. But it was. It was because K needed me. He needed me to teach him that I was in charge. He needed to be shown why no one ruined my work.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation, or its characters. Those belong to Maki Murakami. If they did belong to me, K and Judy would NOT be married.Notes: This chapter is dedicated to K-san uniform in Gravitation Volume 7. K-san…you sexy beast you
By the time I reached my apartment, I was back to my normal self once again. I was not at all surprised by my roommate’s begging to be forgiven. I was however pleased and shocked that the singer didn’t smell our sex on me. I think that he got that I didn’t wish to be annoyed by him by the slamming of my office door in his face. I told him I had work to do. I did.
I lit up my cigarette and tossed my new bait upon my desk. The silver of the gun set off the black of my typewriter. Yet, they looked like they belonged together. They belonged beside each other. Just like K belonged to me now. Just seeing it made me want to write. Now, I know I only started to keep a promise to the original Yuki, but our brief moment of passion had gotten more than my carnal juices flowing. The gun crazy blond had actually inspired me. I didn’t know whether to resent him for it, or want him more. All I knew was the pull of my typewriter and the clicking of keys as pages spilled from my mind.
I always lose track of time when I work. I often miss dinners and lose sleep. My bed is often abandoned. I get so lost in my literary world that nothing else exists but me and it. Much like how I can get lost in my own head sometimes. I always get annoyed when people who disturb my word. I can’t make time for annoyances about to beat down my door.
How Shuichi could sleep though my front door getting kicked in will remain a mystery. How he remained asleep through what happened next, I shall chalk up to a simple miracle. For the second the wood came off the hinges, I knew who it was. I’ve heard he had done it before once, as a joke, when he started to manage Bad Luck. However, this time, I could tell it was no joke.
I had told K to wear something sexy. He hadn’t failed my expectations. I’d only seen the outfit once before. When he was securing Disneyland for Shuichi’s date with Eiri. It was a crisp military uniform that clung in just the right places. Honey golden hair was in it’s usual ponytail. Jackboots accented his long legs. He made me hard, just to look at him. I wanted to snatch those dark glasses from over his bright blue eyes. I wanted to take him. Mess up his perfect hair and strip him of that uniform. I wanted to fuck him where he stood. Indeed, K was dressed to kill.
I had to contain a smirk at the new weapon he was leveling at me. Another of his numerous toys. However he got them into Japan with the gun laws, I’ll never know. But there it was; an American Semi-automatic machine gun. The one he had given Hiroshi at one point. But this time, without a doubt, I knew it wasn’t loaded with safety bullets. From just his shielded face, I knew he was the real deal. My gun happy American was out to kill me for what I had done to him. For what I had forced him to enjoy.
Still, I sauntered up to me, cigarette hanging from my lips. I placed my hand upon the barrel and started to stroke it with two fingers. I stroked it the way I wanted to stroke his manhood into erection. I petted it and placed it at the center of my chest. I looked him straight in the mirrored sunglasses and told him that he didn’t dare to kill me. His key artist, his most valuable singer, Eiri’s misguided, foolish young Shuichi’s world revolved around Eiri. I was Eiri. To kill me was to kill Eiri. To kill Eiri was to kill Bad Luck.
I could feel him wavering just slightly. I suppose he had never heard anyone admit to being two people at once. Still, those beautiful hands relaxed for just a moment upon their deadly rest. I never could have guessed K that easy to manipulate. Then again, I learn much though observation. I’ve had a long time to observe by brother-in-law, Tohma, the reigning king of manipulation. The skill I learned gave me leverage over him. He knew I had won already. And I knew it too. Yet it still game me a thrill to suddenly capture his jaw and blow a puff of smoke in his face, after informing him that again, he was at my mercy.
I admire him though, for his stubbornness. He knows the battle is won already one, but he insist to continue this fight. In hushed angry tones, he demanded his original gun back. But I wasn’t about to give it to him. Oh no. I was going to make him work for it. I told him there was a fee to pay first, and then I kissed him. I kissed him deeply, and kept one hand locked upon his jaw so that he wouldn’t attempt to bite off my tongue as it thrust into his mouth. I didn’t let up until his tongue started to play back. Imagine. K trying to dominate me. I could not have that. I would not. He was the submissive here, not I. And it was time once again to teach him his place.
I stopped suddenly as I started and stole away that mirrored barrier away. I had lost him again. Again, he was staring through me. Past me, at something that made him lustful. He surged forwards and I kept backwards. This time our encounter wouldn’t be animalistic thing upon the floor. It thrilled me to take control of his directions, leading him to my bedroom. Once there, I side stepped him and shoved him through the door and slammed it shut again. There I pressed him against it to devour him again. My mouth slanting over his as my hands tore at the multiple layers he wore until he was fully naked for me.
K’s naked form was exquisite. Nothing at all like bony, boyish Shuichi. This man was indeed physically superior to me. But that meant nothing. It meant nothing because he was allowing me to dominate him. I could see the passion in his stance and the pleading of his eyes. It was as if K was begging me to tie him up and punish him.
I was more than happy to oblige. This older blond woke all of the kicks I had buried away. He cried to be collared and controlled. He begged to be hurt. And I found myself giving into those desires. Shuichi indeed couldn’t feel this hidden need in me. He was delicate. He was Eiri’s. He was too much like I once was. I couldn’t hurt him in the way I could hurt K.
He looked so alluring with his hands bound behind his back by the shoulder holster he wore. His deep voice sounded so sexy, muffled behind a makeshift gag of my shirt and his tie. Especially when I threw him on the bed so that he landed face first. That pert, inviting ass already lifting in the air in offering. But I would not take him. I could indeed see I had indeed truly hurt him this afternoon when I have fucked him unprepared. Besides, there were other things I wanted from him.
Normally, I am not one to suck cocks. It’s something I’d rather receive than give. But I wanted to taste of him. I wanted to learn his flavors. I wanted to memorize how he thrashed about, so I could learn to secure him better the next time. So I could deny him all movement. I wanted k entirely. And I can say with great certainty that for one brief moment, when my mouth plunged down upon his quivering shaft, that I did have him. Then he was taken from me again. Back into his own head, even though his body jerked and he thrust within my waiting mouth.
So great was my oral skills that even the cloth barrier could silence him. That rich American baritone was begging for something. But he was not begging me. Even through the cloth I could hear moaned please to the one called Ark to do…something. The rest was lost to the cloth and the scream of pleasured pain when I had not so gently bit down on his tip. That alone made us both cum. But I was not done with him yet. K needed to be punished for his bad form of having someone else’s name on his lips. I would deny him his orgasm until he made up for his slight.
He actually whimpered when I pulled away. He looked like the world had come to a crashing halt. I only chucked and unzipped my pants, freeing my own hard cock. I didn’t tell him what he had done wrong. No. That was all part of Mister K’s punishment. I’d let him guess at it. Who knew? It might get him to try even harder at enhancing what promised to be a wonderful bedroom performance.
When my hands tangled into his hair to pull his face forward, he moaned again. It did as well when I pressed his face against my crotch. He made a face at the roughness of my pants. A face I paid back by happily shoving him against me harder. While one hand kept hold of his golden main, the other started to undo his gag. The second it was off, my hand locked around his jaw once again, so that I could drag him upwards, for a kiss before I forced him back down.
In no polite terms, I told him to suck my cock. I ordered him to do it, and do a good job of it. Else he would remain rock hard and unable to do anything about it for lack of hands. I thought he’d fight it. I expected protest. What I got was a soft kiss to the head of my shaft before his mouth was completely on me and he was sucking me off like an old pro. It seemed that K had been with a male before. Perhaps it was the Ark person he’d been moaning about earlier.
Those thoughts were for later. Right now, I was too busy getting the blowjob of my life. He managed to rip my moans from me. Even when his teeth scraped over me. Though to that, as warning not to bite, I smacked his ass. I reveled in the feeling of my hand against his bare skin. The smack to his ass made K’s head descend further down my cock and forced a moan from him. His ass seemed to rise a little more into the air, as if begging for another. I gave K what he wanted. My hand cracking against his ass so hard it made my hand sting. I left a handprint on one pale globe of flesh.
K only sucked harder. He was trying to force my orgasm. And for the insult, I continued his punishment. My hand warming his behind. Slapping his upturned ass hard enough to rock his body forwards, a movement that continued to drive my cock deeper down his throat. Deep enough to bring tears to his eyes and a moan to my lips. I was terribly close to cumming, but still I spanked him. Not the gentle playful blows a lover would give. They were hard, ass-reddening ones a Master gave his Slave. It was with that realization that I found climax. I spilled my pleasure down my beautiful, blond, American Slave’s throat. In a growled tone, I told him that he had better drink it all down. He did.
When he was through, I pulled his face back to mine. This kiss we shared was surprisingly gentle for us. It tasted of salt and passion and K. While I kissed him in this new fashion, I gave him mercy. Fisting over a much neglected erection, swallowing his relieved moans with my mouth. I had him so worked up that he erupted moment after I started. He screamed his pleasure into my mouth, and I wondered who’s name was on his lips. I wanted more than anything for it to be mine.
Afterwards, he collapsed bonelessly against me. Silky hair darker, closer to my color because of the sweat. I took my sweet time untying him, slowing rubbing each limb to sooth it. Petting over his tender rear to sooth that as well. By the time I had finished with him, I had felt his breathing change. K had fallen to sleep in my arms. I hadn’t the heart to wake him either. He looked too beautiful, too peaceful. Even when he murmured that name again as I laid us both down upon my soiled bed, I couldn’t’ wake him to punish him again.
I was strangely contented. I knew it was I who held him now. I wanted to continue doing so. However I knew I’d have to be sure to wake him up before Shuichi did. It would destroy the boy to know his manager and I just slept together. Even knowing that, I wanted it again. I wanted this man and the control I could exhibit over him. After all, Eiri had his singer, couldn’t Yuki have his American?
I did have him, more or less. I knew that when I woke the next morning to find him already gone. I knew because he had left his precious firearm upon my deck where I had left it. And because of the note typed on my type writer. Right n the middle of my manuscript. I was to keep the gun as a present, because last night was never going to happen again. But it was. It was because K needed me. He needed me to teach him that I was in charge. He needed to be shown why no one ruined my work.