A Fic, A Fic!
I told you I'd do it. I did. Yei. ♥
Title: なまえは...? (Namae wa...?)
Rating: R? NC-17?
Summary: The fans want to know, and Hyde has the answer.
Notes: I made the assumption here that Hyde has the most common sort of color blindness, in which one cannot differenciate between greens and reds. But that's really only relevant to, like, one single line, so who cares?
Gackt's eyes were sky blue, a vibrant and outstanding color in Hyde's world of pale yellows and greens.
Of course, Hyde knew perfectly well they weren't his real eyes, but that didn't make them any less captivating. Gackt often held them very wide (perhaps, like so many of his habits and modified features, in an attempt to make him appear less japanese), and Hyde would find himself simply watching them. They darted about the room, always gazing up, crinkled when he laughed, and sometimes, met Hyde's to share some thought or emotion.
Of all the places Gackt's eyes could be, Hyde liked the last best.
"Hyde," he said, intonation denoting a change of topic from whatever metaphorical rambling walk he had been taking while Hyde's thoughts were otherwise occupied. "A fan recently sent in a question for an interview. They wanted to know if I'd been spending any time with you recently."
"Oh?" Hyde's interest was mildly piqued by such undisguised interest in their relationship. Not, he reminded himself forcefully, that they had a "relationship" other than in the academic sense of the word. "What did you tell them?" Guarded curiosity.
"I said 'yes'."
"...Oh." No fancy fabrications this time. Hyde tried not to look disappointed, and grinned. "I guess we did a good job convincing them we... er..." And he found himself unable to suggest something so serious in jest.
"Indeed." Gackt's striking blue eyes focused on some metaphysical point of interest floating just above and in front of him. Hyde tried not to stare in a noticeable fashion. This pursuit of inconspicuousness was so all-consuming that he didn't even notice the silence that taughtened between them, connected corresponding points on their bodies like guitar strings. Gackt strummed one thoughtfully, as if testing to see if their tension was correct, if the notes would be in tune.
"Their interest... suggests we are well-matched. At least in the public eye." He added a disclaimer, unable to be so bold as to present his own opinion. He felt Hyde coil indescribably on the couch next to him.
"Yeah... I guess." Hyde's answer was indifferent, his tone of voice ambivalent. Gackt decided to risk a forward question.
"What do you think?"
Hyde jumped. "What?"
Gackt's eyes met Hyde's, critically surveying his face for his reaction and, as a side effect, making it very hard for Hyde to think. "I asked what you thought on the subject of our relationship potential. What do you think?"
Hyde wished Gackt would look away, stop staring so intensely, so intensely blue, so he could concentrate on coming up with some witty and ambiguous answer that would disperse the present tension into the air, delaying the moment of truth another day... Instead, he heard the words, "I think your eyes are beautiful," coming out of his mouth and, had he been able to move at all, would have kicked himself for the campiness of it.
Gackt drew a silent gasp, visible in a slight lifting of his chest and shoulders. He had expected at least token resistance, a few angry words or a cry of "I'm straight!" or "I'm married!" but this would do very nicely. He closed the distance between them exactly the way a romance novel rogue would, hand sliding with automatic ease into Hyde's hair and holding him still as their mouths met in a soft but passionate kiss.
Soft for a few moments, anyway.
Hyde wasn't exactly sure how he had gone from sitting upright on one side of the couch to laying on his back across the entire couch, but this was precisely the position in which he discovered himself. Gackt was sucking the spot just above his left collar bone, tongue flicking softly at the stretched skin over bone, and Hyde came to a second realization, which was that with his mouth so obviously occupied, Gackt could not be the one making such desperate and pleading sounds so loudly. He clamped his own mouth shut, mortified, but the moaning merely continued as a pathetic sort of whimpering and humming. He decided to stop trying to control himself when Gackt's hands deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Gackt made a witty and embarrassing comment about how aroused Hyde was, but the shorter man failed to take offense. It was difficult to be offended, or angry, or anything besides ecstatic with Gackt's smooth palm and long fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly pumping him. Somehow, though, a lone thought wandered across Hyde's mind to be worried he mind burst unexpectedly and splatter all over Gackt's undoubtedly expensive shirt.
"Stop," he panted, hand closing over Gackt's in what seemed suspiciously like a plea for him not to remove it. "Going to..."
Gackt instead focused his effort on removing their clothing. Hyde did what he could to impede the process by clutching at Gackt's arms and trying to kiss every newly revealed bit of skin on his friend-cum-lover's body. Soon enough, however, they were pressed together full-length, both moaning, Gackt's weight pressing Hyde into the cushions, his mixed scent of overpriced Chanel and the musk of his sex falling over and around Hyde from the body above him like a silk curtain. His hands were traveling over Gackt's chest and abdomen of their own volition.
"Turn your knees out," Gackt said softly, and pushed Hyde's legs up to bend at the mentioned joint. As his legs fell apart, Hyde felt a rush of vulnerability that blended thrillingly with the anticipation of what Gackt was planning. He looped his arms around the other man's neck as Gackt prepared them both quickly and efficiently (where had he gotten the lube?), spasming deliciously at every light touch and prod.
Gackt shifted himself to what was presumably a better position. "Ready?" he inquired, and Hyde looked up to meet the dazzlingly blue eyes that, in a way, had started all of this. He might have to donate a large quantity of money to contacts companies in the future, he thought brokenly, and nodded with what he was afraid was a wanton groan of impatience. Gackt smiled, at once innocently loving and suavely seductive, and pushed slowly in.
Hyde was lost in the pain for a few eternal moments, but Gackt was careful, gentle and slow, and held himself still with divine patience as Hyde adjusted and learned which muscles to relax. When the shorter man ceased wriggling in agony and began wriggling in experimentation, he at once picked up an astounding pace that made Hyde scream and thrash and lose his mind. Later, he might reflect that he probably looked and sounded like quite the bargain of a prostitute, but for the moment, all he felt was fantastic.
Gackt's heaving breaths were warm and slightly moist against his face, and their mingling sweat made their bodies slide against each other beautifully. Hyde was overwhelmed with the pleasure, eyes rolling slightly back as Gackt's hand gripped his erect member and began to stroke in time to his thrusts.
"Hideto..." he breathed into the smaller man's ear. He rarely used Hyde's given name (they had been introduced to each other and gotten to know each other by stage names, and neither had previously felt the need to break habit), and it gave him a thrill to hear it out of the plush lips he had long wished to feel against his skin. He leaned up slightly to bite Gackt's earlobe, feeling a flare of pride as the younger singer bit back a moan.
"Camui," he answered, voice husky with long-contained lust.
Then, everything stopped.
It took Hyde upwards of five seconds to completely take in that Gackt was now sitting up, not pumping him, not thrusting into him, and in fact completely removed from Hyde's person, giving him an odd look. Hyde blinked as his singing nerves wailed at the loss. "What are you doing?" He said, and it sounded slightly more like a demand than he intended.
Gackt continued to look at him with his head cocked to one side. "What did you call me?"
Confusion overwhelmed Hyde's incapacitated mind. "I... I called you 'Camui'..."
"Why?" Gackt's head tilted the other direction, and Hyde did not like the expression in the blue eyes, now squinted in apparent bewilderment.
"I... you called me 'Hideto'. I thought-"
"Hideto is your name," Gackt said. This, at least, Hyde didn't feel he needed clarification on.
"Yeah, so I thought I'd call you-"
"By my stage surname?" Gackt settled into a more comfortable position on the couch, which unfortunately wasn't on top of and inside of Hyde, but merely sitting on the small portion of couch not taken up by Hyde's legs.
"What?"
"You thought you'd get me excited by calling me by my stage family name? That's a little odd, isn't it?" He seemed bemused, head tilted at he looked at Hyde, a slight smile tugging the corners of his lips. Hyde didn't answer, and so his gaze fell to some pensive point in space near where the ceiling and far wall connected. "And earlier, you said my eyes were beautiful. But you've never seen me without my contacts in." He put a fingertip to his lips, ostentatiously thoughful. "I think, Hyde, that you have a preoccupation with the man I pretend to be for the media."
Hyde at last gathered his wits enough to both feel insulted and to sit up and at least try to cover himself. His eyes cast about the room for his discarded clothing as he said, "What's that supposed to mean? You think I should get therapy or something?"
"Of course not. Many people are preoccupied with my stage persona. It was merely an observation."
"Whatever," Hyde's cheeks were stinging with the force of his blush. His pants were far away across the room, Gackt having apparently been overzealous in their removal. "So, are we going to finish, or...?"
Gackt made an indifferent noise in his obnoxiously straight nose. "No, it was sort of an 'in the heat of the moment' thing, and I think I've lost my momentum." He bit his lip thoughtfully. "I'm parched. Would you like a glass of something while I'm up?
Hyde's momentum, unfortunately, was still very much there. "No," he growled, standing up despite how exposing it was to do so, and walking with what dignity he could possibly assume across the room to obtain his pants. He put them on with only medium difficulty, considering so much of his mind was focused on ignoring that fact that Gackt was just sitting on the couch behind him, staring at him with those damned blue contacts.
Hyde decided to sue the contacts company. He'd find grounds for it later.
***
I hope that didn't make too many people too angry... That's not what I'm going for at all.
Title: なまえは...? (Namae wa...?)
Rating: R? NC-17?
Summary: The fans want to know, and Hyde has the answer.
Notes: I made the assumption here that Hyde has the most common sort of color blindness, in which one cannot differenciate between greens and reds. But that's really only relevant to, like, one single line, so who cares?
Gackt's eyes were sky blue, a vibrant and outstanding color in Hyde's world of pale yellows and greens.
Of course, Hyde knew perfectly well they weren't his real eyes, but that didn't make them any less captivating. Gackt often held them very wide (perhaps, like so many of his habits and modified features, in an attempt to make him appear less japanese), and Hyde would find himself simply watching them. They darted about the room, always gazing up, crinkled when he laughed, and sometimes, met Hyde's to share some thought or emotion.
Of all the places Gackt's eyes could be, Hyde liked the last best.
"Hyde," he said, intonation denoting a change of topic from whatever metaphorical rambling walk he had been taking while Hyde's thoughts were otherwise occupied. "A fan recently sent in a question for an interview. They wanted to know if I'd been spending any time with you recently."
"Oh?" Hyde's interest was mildly piqued by such undisguised interest in their relationship. Not, he reminded himself forcefully, that they had a "relationship" other than in the academic sense of the word. "What did you tell them?" Guarded curiosity.
"I said 'yes'."
"...Oh." No fancy fabrications this time. Hyde tried not to look disappointed, and grinned. "I guess we did a good job convincing them we... er..." And he found himself unable to suggest something so serious in jest.
"Indeed." Gackt's striking blue eyes focused on some metaphysical point of interest floating just above and in front of him. Hyde tried not to stare in a noticeable fashion. This pursuit of inconspicuousness was so all-consuming that he didn't even notice the silence that taughtened between them, connected corresponding points on their bodies like guitar strings. Gackt strummed one thoughtfully, as if testing to see if their tension was correct, if the notes would be in tune.
"Their interest... suggests we are well-matched. At least in the public eye." He added a disclaimer, unable to be so bold as to present his own opinion. He felt Hyde coil indescribably on the couch next to him.
"Yeah... I guess." Hyde's answer was indifferent, his tone of voice ambivalent. Gackt decided to risk a forward question.
"What do you think?"
Hyde jumped. "What?"
Gackt's eyes met Hyde's, critically surveying his face for his reaction and, as a side effect, making it very hard for Hyde to think. "I asked what you thought on the subject of our relationship potential. What do you think?"
Hyde wished Gackt would look away, stop staring so intensely, so intensely blue, so he could concentrate on coming up with some witty and ambiguous answer that would disperse the present tension into the air, delaying the moment of truth another day... Instead, he heard the words, "I think your eyes are beautiful," coming out of his mouth and, had he been able to move at all, would have kicked himself for the campiness of it.
Gackt drew a silent gasp, visible in a slight lifting of his chest and shoulders. He had expected at least token resistance, a few angry words or a cry of "I'm straight!" or "I'm married!" but this would do very nicely. He closed the distance between them exactly the way a romance novel rogue would, hand sliding with automatic ease into Hyde's hair and holding him still as their mouths met in a soft but passionate kiss.
Soft for a few moments, anyway.
Hyde wasn't exactly sure how he had gone from sitting upright on one side of the couch to laying on his back across the entire couch, but this was precisely the position in which he discovered himself. Gackt was sucking the spot just above his left collar bone, tongue flicking softly at the stretched skin over bone, and Hyde came to a second realization, which was that with his mouth so obviously occupied, Gackt could not be the one making such desperate and pleading sounds so loudly. He clamped his own mouth shut, mortified, but the moaning merely continued as a pathetic sort of whimpering and humming. He decided to stop trying to control himself when Gackt's hands deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Gackt made a witty and embarrassing comment about how aroused Hyde was, but the shorter man failed to take offense. It was difficult to be offended, or angry, or anything besides ecstatic with Gackt's smooth palm and long fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly pumping him. Somehow, though, a lone thought wandered across Hyde's mind to be worried he mind burst unexpectedly and splatter all over Gackt's undoubtedly expensive shirt.
"Stop," he panted, hand closing over Gackt's in what seemed suspiciously like a plea for him not to remove it. "Going to..."
Gackt instead focused his effort on removing their clothing. Hyde did what he could to impede the process by clutching at Gackt's arms and trying to kiss every newly revealed bit of skin on his friend-cum-lover's body. Soon enough, however, they were pressed together full-length, both moaning, Gackt's weight pressing Hyde into the cushions, his mixed scent of overpriced Chanel and the musk of his sex falling over and around Hyde from the body above him like a silk curtain. His hands were traveling over Gackt's chest and abdomen of their own volition.
"Turn your knees out," Gackt said softly, and pushed Hyde's legs up to bend at the mentioned joint. As his legs fell apart, Hyde felt a rush of vulnerability that blended thrillingly with the anticipation of what Gackt was planning. He looped his arms around the other man's neck as Gackt prepared them both quickly and efficiently (where had he gotten the lube?), spasming deliciously at every light touch and prod.
Gackt shifted himself to what was presumably a better position. "Ready?" he inquired, and Hyde looked up to meet the dazzlingly blue eyes that, in a way, had started all of this. He might have to donate a large quantity of money to contacts companies in the future, he thought brokenly, and nodded with what he was afraid was a wanton groan of impatience. Gackt smiled, at once innocently loving and suavely seductive, and pushed slowly in.
Hyde was lost in the pain for a few eternal moments, but Gackt was careful, gentle and slow, and held himself still with divine patience as Hyde adjusted and learned which muscles to relax. When the shorter man ceased wriggling in agony and began wriggling in experimentation, he at once picked up an astounding pace that made Hyde scream and thrash and lose his mind. Later, he might reflect that he probably looked and sounded like quite the bargain of a prostitute, but for the moment, all he felt was fantastic.
Gackt's heaving breaths were warm and slightly moist against his face, and their mingling sweat made their bodies slide against each other beautifully. Hyde was overwhelmed with the pleasure, eyes rolling slightly back as Gackt's hand gripped his erect member and began to stroke in time to his thrusts.
"Hideto..." he breathed into the smaller man's ear. He rarely used Hyde's given name (they had been introduced to each other and gotten to know each other by stage names, and neither had previously felt the need to break habit), and it gave him a thrill to hear it out of the plush lips he had long wished to feel against his skin. He leaned up slightly to bite Gackt's earlobe, feeling a flare of pride as the younger singer bit back a moan.
"Camui," he answered, voice husky with long-contained lust.
Then, everything stopped.
It took Hyde upwards of five seconds to completely take in that Gackt was now sitting up, not pumping him, not thrusting into him, and in fact completely removed from Hyde's person, giving him an odd look. Hyde blinked as his singing nerves wailed at the loss. "What are you doing?" He said, and it sounded slightly more like a demand than he intended.
Gackt continued to look at him with his head cocked to one side. "What did you call me?"
Confusion overwhelmed Hyde's incapacitated mind. "I... I called you 'Camui'..."
"Why?" Gackt's head tilted the other direction, and Hyde did not like the expression in the blue eyes, now squinted in apparent bewilderment.
"I... you called me 'Hideto'. I thought-"
"Hideto is your name," Gackt said. This, at least, Hyde didn't feel he needed clarification on.
"Yeah, so I thought I'd call you-"
"By my stage surname?" Gackt settled into a more comfortable position on the couch, which unfortunately wasn't on top of and inside of Hyde, but merely sitting on the small portion of couch not taken up by Hyde's legs.
"What?"
"You thought you'd get me excited by calling me by my stage family name? That's a little odd, isn't it?" He seemed bemused, head tilted at he looked at Hyde, a slight smile tugging the corners of his lips. Hyde didn't answer, and so his gaze fell to some pensive point in space near where the ceiling and far wall connected. "And earlier, you said my eyes were beautiful. But you've never seen me without my contacts in." He put a fingertip to his lips, ostentatiously thoughful. "I think, Hyde, that you have a preoccupation with the man I pretend to be for the media."
Hyde at last gathered his wits enough to both feel insulted and to sit up and at least try to cover himself. His eyes cast about the room for his discarded clothing as he said, "What's that supposed to mean? You think I should get therapy or something?"
"Of course not. Many people are preoccupied with my stage persona. It was merely an observation."
"Whatever," Hyde's cheeks were stinging with the force of his blush. His pants were far away across the room, Gackt having apparently been overzealous in their removal. "So, are we going to finish, or...?"
Gackt made an indifferent noise in his obnoxiously straight nose. "No, it was sort of an 'in the heat of the moment' thing, and I think I've lost my momentum." He bit his lip thoughtfully. "I'm parched. Would you like a glass of something while I'm up?
Hyde's momentum, unfortunately, was still very much there. "No," he growled, standing up despite how exposing it was to do so, and walking with what dignity he could possibly assume across the room to obtain his pants. He put them on with only medium difficulty, considering so much of his mind was focused on ignoring that fact that Gackt was just sitting on the couch behind him, staring at him with those damned blue contacts.
Hyde decided to sue the contacts company. He'd find grounds for it later.
***
I hope that didn't make too many people too angry... That's not what I'm going for at all.