Missing You
Title: Missing You
Author: kaiamira
Theme: #38 - Separation
Rating: NC-17ish... I suppose.
Pairing: Gackt x Hyde
Disclaimer: I do not own Gackt and Hyde or any of the pretty things my fanfictions make them do. Unfortunately.
Comments: My first attempt using spacing. Hope it helps. Fluff. Sweetness.
Summary: Set in the future right after Hyde's U.S concert. Being away from his lover makes Hyde realize what's truly important in his life.
"Hyde-sama~~~!"
Hyde smiled, the sound of fans cheering for him echoing as he made his way backstage, congratulated by everyone he met on his path to his dressing room.
It had gone so perfectly, this American concert; the fans adored him, he had played and sung well, everything was utterly in place.
Except...
"Wonderful, Hyde-sama, wonderful!"
"Thank you." Hyde said in his warm English, nodding at American after American mixed in with his staff, wondering why he felt like he was walking through a crowd of complete strangers. Why wasn't he happy, completely excited everything had gone so well? This was a major point in his career, proof of his international potential and the loyalty of his fans!
"I want to be alone for a moment." Hyde said in his native tongue to the attendant outside his dressing room, who bowed respectfully and nodded multiple times as Hyde walked past her. He shut the door, feeling the sweat making his hair damp, the glow of the lights still making his eyes hurt a little.
The dressing room was small, empty; Hyde collapsed on the couch he had requested be put there, placing his face in his hands.
"I miss you..." he confessed quietly, wanting to sob.
That was what was lacking - his lover. Gackt hadn't come with him, and in doing this concert, he had missed his lover's birthday. Playing for cheering fans was one thing, but knowing Gackt was in the private box, watching him, smiling at him... that hadn't been there. Nor had Hyde celebrated his lover's birthday with him, yet another year of them together in Gackt's life...
The singer stood up, clenching his fists. This was all wrong. They should have been together, for Gackt's birthday and for this, and because they weren't he had neglected the person that mattered to him the most.
Determination in his eyes, Hyde swiftly walked to the door and pulled it open roughly, the smiling faces that instantly crowded around him seemingly meaningless - for Gackt's wasn't among them.
~
The singer managed to make his way to his limo after answering an endless number of questions and hearing cheers and catcalls; though he allowed himself to be curt and answer shortly to some he waved to the fans, remembering that it was the music he created for them that had brought him together with Gackt.
Besides, it wasn't the fault of the fans, and Americans were so amusing, as it was.
Keeping this thought in mind he rode in the limo to his hotel alone, tapping his fingers impatiently on his knee while he made his plans. The record company might get angry, but he wasn't going to stay in America for a little while - he was going to hop on the next flight to Japan and go right home to where he belonged, which was with his lover.
The thought of Gackt made Hyde both happy and sad at the same time; he knew Gackt would be shocked, but he also had an inner feeling his lover was probably secretly upset with him for missing his birthday. After all, he had given Hyde such a lovely present on the day of Hyde's celebration - himself, over and over and over...
Hyde shuddered as the memory flooded him, the mere thought of Gackt's face contorted in passion while his body writhed underneath Hyde's own shaking form making him feel suddenly far too warm. How many times had they been one that night? Did they even sleep? All Hyde remembered was the wonderful feel of everything in their lovemaking, and then remaining entwined, talking for hours...
"I'm coming home." he whispered to himself, looking out the window as the limo got nearer and nearer to the grand hotel he was staying at, "I need you." he murmured, smiling.
~
Hyde slid the keycard home as he turned the handle on the door, intent on going right over to the phone and calling a label representative to make all the arrangements; then he would shower and change and maybe find a good book for the flight, and settle himself for the gauntlet trip back to Japan to his lover's arms.
Walking in and kicking off his boots he wondered why the lights were on in the living room; shrugging he slipped off his coat next, figuring the maid had just been a little careless. Not that he minded - sometimes, being treated like a rock star got tiresome, it was nice to know the people who catered to him were human.
He headed for the bedroom, running a hand through his soft brown hair as he contemplated comfortable clothes to wear on the flight home. Hyde let out a sigh as he pushed open the bedroom door, trying to remember in what bag he had packed his favorite pair of jeans.
The jeans were quickly forgotten when he saw that the room was occupied; or, to put it more accurately, that Gackt was sound asleep in the king-size bed, his face peaceful as his chest rose and fell with each soft breath that passed his lips.
Hyde wasn't sure whether he should cry or moan; he made his way over to the bed, fearing he was hallucinating - but Gackt was really there, his lover with the perfect body encased in leather and silk, with the dark hair that framed his face so sexily, with the warm, sleek skin that begged for Hyde's touch...
Before he could stop himself he crawled on the bed next to Gackt, wrapping his arms around his lover and nearly sobbing in happiness, burying his face in the warmth of Gackt's neck and kissing the tender flesh with a ridiculously huge smile.
"Nhnn..." Gackt mumbled, slowly awakening, his arms moving sleepily to return the embrace, "You smell, Hideto." he informed, his handsome face drawing into a lazily amused expression.
"I didn't shower." Hyde replied, laughing, raising his head and kissing Gackt hungrily, "What are you doing here...?" he asked, still in awe. Gackt smiled.
"Mm, I wanted to suprise you," the younger singer said softly, his hands tracing slow paths over Hyde's warm back as the corner of his mouth twisted upwards in a smirk, "Suprised?"
"Very," Hyde affirmed, pressing his body fully against Gackt's, "I was going to get on a plane and fly back tonight, I felt guilty..."
"Guilty?" Gackt questioned, his eyebrow raising as he moved his head and brushed his lips softly over Hyde's, the burning tip of his tongue tracing slowly over the older male's shaking lips, "Why?"
"You know I can't answer when you do that..." Hyde panted, groaning softly; Gackt simply chuckled, pressing the kiss deeper, his tongue slipping past Hyde's parted lips easily. Hyde moaned low in his throat, his eyes falling closed as he kissed his lover back with equal need, the passionate motions of mouth against mouth making him feel as if his entire body was on fire.
"Your birthday," Hyde whispered weakly, breaking the kiss as guilt consumed him, his fingers curling in the smooth silk of Gackt's shirt, "Being away..."
"Hideto," Gackt said patiently, his smile utterly breathtaking as he pressed a kiss to his lover's temple, "I have many more birthdays to come, and you'll be there for all of them, ne?"
"Of course." Hyde replied, raising his head. Gackt smiled.
"Then don't feel guilty about it. You had a concert, and I bet you played wonderfully."
"I still missed you." Hyde said, shivering then, partially from cold but mostly due to the fact the kiss they had just shared had stirred arousal deep within his very core. Gackt smiled, bringing a hand up to gently touch the side of his lover's face.
"If you're still feeling guilty, baby... why don't you make it up to me?" Gackt proposed lowly, his fingers gently stroking over Hyde's cheek. The older singer's eyes widened, and then he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
~
"Don't stop..."
The words echoed as the sound of Hyde's slick back hitting the tile wall of the shower was heard; the response was a deep kiss from the younger singer, and a few minutes later they both cried out, the hot water doing nothing to muffle their pleasure as they became one. Hyde's nails dug little crescents into the smooth, soap-slick skin of Gackt's shoulders, his head thrown back in complete ecstasy as he was taken against the shower wall, the feel of being filled and complete coursing through him like white-hot fire.
"Hideto..."
Gackt's voice was thick with passion, the same intensity in his dark eyes as he rained kisses over his lover's exposed throat, his strong arms holding Hyde in place as he thrust in deeper and deeper. He moved his head, capturing his lover's lips in a deep kiss while they grew closer and closer to climax, clinging to each other with every possible ounce of sensual need.
"I.. g-god... I'm..."
Hyde's choked warning seemed to cut through the steamy, lust-heavy air; Gackt moaned and covered his lover's mouth with his own, the fervor of their joining seeming to increase, waterslicked bodies moving faster.
The older male screamed when he came, his body humming with pleasure as everything unnecessary was abandoned as he climaxed - the guilt was gone, as was the worry, and the sadness, and nothing remained except for all of his feelings for and attached to Gackt... the only things that mattered.
A heartbeat later Gackt joined him in bliss, the younger man's teeth sinking into Hyde's neck as he let out a deep moan, his hands tightening possessively on his lover's body as he emptied himself and released all the tension that had dwelt within him since they had been apart.
Hyde groaned as Gackt withdrew from him, missing the feel immensely while he wrapped his arms around Gackt's neck, kissing his lover for all he was worth.
"Do you still feel guilty?" Gackt murmured softly, smiling as they embraced. Hyde let his hands wander over the younger singer's damp skin, a grin eclipsing his blissful expression.
"No," he assured, which pleased Gackt greatly, "But I have an idea..."
~
"You're home early. I thought you'd be corrupting American girls with your lover."
Gackt shot Yuu a playful glare, sighing as he took off his coat and set it on the couch in the living room. The violinist grinned over his cup of tea, his feet swaying idly as he sat on a stool in the kitchen, the openness of the space allowing him to converse with his best friend.
"Well? Was he suprised?"
"Immensely. You don't mind if I'm gone for a few days, do you?"
"Gaku-chan, I live here. All it means is that I have to cook for just one and I can sleep in." Yuu replied, laughing. Gackt smiled and nodded, stretching elegantly as he walked through the living room over to where his violinist was.
"Thank you, Yuuchan."
"Well, are you going to tell me about your little exodus to America after your lover? Honestly, you're becoming an American stereotype, Gaku-chan. You know how over there couples run off to Las Vegas all reckless and in love like you and Haido, and... what's that?" Yuu paused, his eyes widening as Gackt leaned over the counter and took the cup of tea, a platinum band his friend didn't recognize glinting on one of his fingers.
Gackt smiled and drank from the cup slowly, allowing Yuu to stare at the ring, which was embedded with small diamonds.
"What was that you were saying about couples and Las Vegas, Yuuchan?"
"Start talking right now."
End
Criticism hurts like pointy things. Be nice.
~Kaiamira
Author: kaiamira
Theme: #38 - Separation
Rating: NC-17ish... I suppose.
Pairing: Gackt x Hyde
Disclaimer: I do not own Gackt and Hyde or any of the pretty things my fanfictions make them do. Unfortunately.
Comments: My first attempt using spacing. Hope it helps. Fluff. Sweetness.
Summary: Set in the future right after Hyde's U.S concert. Being away from his lover makes Hyde realize what's truly important in his life.
"Hyde-sama~~~!"
Hyde smiled, the sound of fans cheering for him echoing as he made his way backstage, congratulated by everyone he met on his path to his dressing room.
It had gone so perfectly, this American concert; the fans adored him, he had played and sung well, everything was utterly in place.
Except...
"Wonderful, Hyde-sama, wonderful!"
"Thank you." Hyde said in his warm English, nodding at American after American mixed in with his staff, wondering why he felt like he was walking through a crowd of complete strangers. Why wasn't he happy, completely excited everything had gone so well? This was a major point in his career, proof of his international potential and the loyalty of his fans!
"I want to be alone for a moment." Hyde said in his native tongue to the attendant outside his dressing room, who bowed respectfully and nodded multiple times as Hyde walked past her. He shut the door, feeling the sweat making his hair damp, the glow of the lights still making his eyes hurt a little.
The dressing room was small, empty; Hyde collapsed on the couch he had requested be put there, placing his face in his hands.
"I miss you..." he confessed quietly, wanting to sob.
That was what was lacking - his lover. Gackt hadn't come with him, and in doing this concert, he had missed his lover's birthday. Playing for cheering fans was one thing, but knowing Gackt was in the private box, watching him, smiling at him... that hadn't been there. Nor had Hyde celebrated his lover's birthday with him, yet another year of them together in Gackt's life...
The singer stood up, clenching his fists. This was all wrong. They should have been together, for Gackt's birthday and for this, and because they weren't he had neglected the person that mattered to him the most.
Determination in his eyes, Hyde swiftly walked to the door and pulled it open roughly, the smiling faces that instantly crowded around him seemingly meaningless - for Gackt's wasn't among them.
~
The singer managed to make his way to his limo after answering an endless number of questions and hearing cheers and catcalls; though he allowed himself to be curt and answer shortly to some he waved to the fans, remembering that it was the music he created for them that had brought him together with Gackt.
Besides, it wasn't the fault of the fans, and Americans were so amusing, as it was.
Keeping this thought in mind he rode in the limo to his hotel alone, tapping his fingers impatiently on his knee while he made his plans. The record company might get angry, but he wasn't going to stay in America for a little while - he was going to hop on the next flight to Japan and go right home to where he belonged, which was with his lover.
The thought of Gackt made Hyde both happy and sad at the same time; he knew Gackt would be shocked, but he also had an inner feeling his lover was probably secretly upset with him for missing his birthday. After all, he had given Hyde such a lovely present on the day of Hyde's celebration - himself, over and over and over...
Hyde shuddered as the memory flooded him, the mere thought of Gackt's face contorted in passion while his body writhed underneath Hyde's own shaking form making him feel suddenly far too warm. How many times had they been one that night? Did they even sleep? All Hyde remembered was the wonderful feel of everything in their lovemaking, and then remaining entwined, talking for hours...
"I'm coming home." he whispered to himself, looking out the window as the limo got nearer and nearer to the grand hotel he was staying at, "I need you." he murmured, smiling.
~
Hyde slid the keycard home as he turned the handle on the door, intent on going right over to the phone and calling a label representative to make all the arrangements; then he would shower and change and maybe find a good book for the flight, and settle himself for the gauntlet trip back to Japan to his lover's arms.
Walking in and kicking off his boots he wondered why the lights were on in the living room; shrugging he slipped off his coat next, figuring the maid had just been a little careless. Not that he minded - sometimes, being treated like a rock star got tiresome, it was nice to know the people who catered to him were human.
He headed for the bedroom, running a hand through his soft brown hair as he contemplated comfortable clothes to wear on the flight home. Hyde let out a sigh as he pushed open the bedroom door, trying to remember in what bag he had packed his favorite pair of jeans.
The jeans were quickly forgotten when he saw that the room was occupied; or, to put it more accurately, that Gackt was sound asleep in the king-size bed, his face peaceful as his chest rose and fell with each soft breath that passed his lips.
Hyde wasn't sure whether he should cry or moan; he made his way over to the bed, fearing he was hallucinating - but Gackt was really there, his lover with the perfect body encased in leather and silk, with the dark hair that framed his face so sexily, with the warm, sleek skin that begged for Hyde's touch...
Before he could stop himself he crawled on the bed next to Gackt, wrapping his arms around his lover and nearly sobbing in happiness, burying his face in the warmth of Gackt's neck and kissing the tender flesh with a ridiculously huge smile.
"Nhnn..." Gackt mumbled, slowly awakening, his arms moving sleepily to return the embrace, "You smell, Hideto." he informed, his handsome face drawing into a lazily amused expression.
"I didn't shower." Hyde replied, laughing, raising his head and kissing Gackt hungrily, "What are you doing here...?" he asked, still in awe. Gackt smiled.
"Mm, I wanted to suprise you," the younger singer said softly, his hands tracing slow paths over Hyde's warm back as the corner of his mouth twisted upwards in a smirk, "Suprised?"
"Very," Hyde affirmed, pressing his body fully against Gackt's, "I was going to get on a plane and fly back tonight, I felt guilty..."
"Guilty?" Gackt questioned, his eyebrow raising as he moved his head and brushed his lips softly over Hyde's, the burning tip of his tongue tracing slowly over the older male's shaking lips, "Why?"
"You know I can't answer when you do that..." Hyde panted, groaning softly; Gackt simply chuckled, pressing the kiss deeper, his tongue slipping past Hyde's parted lips easily. Hyde moaned low in his throat, his eyes falling closed as he kissed his lover back with equal need, the passionate motions of mouth against mouth making him feel as if his entire body was on fire.
"Your birthday," Hyde whispered weakly, breaking the kiss as guilt consumed him, his fingers curling in the smooth silk of Gackt's shirt, "Being away..."
"Hideto," Gackt said patiently, his smile utterly breathtaking as he pressed a kiss to his lover's temple, "I have many more birthdays to come, and you'll be there for all of them, ne?"
"Of course." Hyde replied, raising his head. Gackt smiled.
"Then don't feel guilty about it. You had a concert, and I bet you played wonderfully."
"I still missed you." Hyde said, shivering then, partially from cold but mostly due to the fact the kiss they had just shared had stirred arousal deep within his very core. Gackt smiled, bringing a hand up to gently touch the side of his lover's face.
"If you're still feeling guilty, baby... why don't you make it up to me?" Gackt proposed lowly, his fingers gently stroking over Hyde's cheek. The older singer's eyes widened, and then he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
~
"Don't stop..."
The words echoed as the sound of Hyde's slick back hitting the tile wall of the shower was heard; the response was a deep kiss from the younger singer, and a few minutes later they both cried out, the hot water doing nothing to muffle their pleasure as they became one. Hyde's nails dug little crescents into the smooth, soap-slick skin of Gackt's shoulders, his head thrown back in complete ecstasy as he was taken against the shower wall, the feel of being filled and complete coursing through him like white-hot fire.
"Hideto..."
Gackt's voice was thick with passion, the same intensity in his dark eyes as he rained kisses over his lover's exposed throat, his strong arms holding Hyde in place as he thrust in deeper and deeper. He moved his head, capturing his lover's lips in a deep kiss while they grew closer and closer to climax, clinging to each other with every possible ounce of sensual need.
"I.. g-god... I'm..."
Hyde's choked warning seemed to cut through the steamy, lust-heavy air; Gackt moaned and covered his lover's mouth with his own, the fervor of their joining seeming to increase, waterslicked bodies moving faster.
The older male screamed when he came, his body humming with pleasure as everything unnecessary was abandoned as he climaxed - the guilt was gone, as was the worry, and the sadness, and nothing remained except for all of his feelings for and attached to Gackt... the only things that mattered.
A heartbeat later Gackt joined him in bliss, the younger man's teeth sinking into Hyde's neck as he let out a deep moan, his hands tightening possessively on his lover's body as he emptied himself and released all the tension that had dwelt within him since they had been apart.
Hyde groaned as Gackt withdrew from him, missing the feel immensely while he wrapped his arms around Gackt's neck, kissing his lover for all he was worth.
"Do you still feel guilty?" Gackt murmured softly, smiling as they embraced. Hyde let his hands wander over the younger singer's damp skin, a grin eclipsing his blissful expression.
"No," he assured, which pleased Gackt greatly, "But I have an idea..."
~
"You're home early. I thought you'd be corrupting American girls with your lover."
Gackt shot Yuu a playful glare, sighing as he took off his coat and set it on the couch in the living room. The violinist grinned over his cup of tea, his feet swaying idly as he sat on a stool in the kitchen, the openness of the space allowing him to converse with his best friend.
"Well? Was he suprised?"
"Immensely. You don't mind if I'm gone for a few days, do you?"
"Gaku-chan, I live here. All it means is that I have to cook for just one and I can sleep in." Yuu replied, laughing. Gackt smiled and nodded, stretching elegantly as he walked through the living room over to where his violinist was.
"Thank you, Yuuchan."
"Well, are you going to tell me about your little exodus to America after your lover? Honestly, you're becoming an American stereotype, Gaku-chan. You know how over there couples run off to Las Vegas all reckless and in love like you and Haido, and... what's that?" Yuu paused, his eyes widening as Gackt leaned over the counter and took the cup of tea, a platinum band his friend didn't recognize glinting on one of his fingers.
Gackt smiled and drank from the cup slowly, allowing Yuu to stare at the ring, which was embedded with small diamonds.
"What was that you were saying about couples and Las Vegas, Yuuchan?"
"Start talking right now."
End
Criticism hurts like pointy things. Be nice.
~Kaiamira