[Multi-Part] Lessons Learned (GacktDa) - Part 6
Title: Lessons Learned
Pairing: GacktDa
Rating: almost NC-17
Warning: When I started, my muse was bipolar. Expect similar mood-swings from the fic. It’s not that great- at all- but I hope that you enjoy just having something to read, at least. Oh, and a bit of boy on boy action for those who endure it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody whose name resembles an idol/celebrity’s O_o
Summary: Tatsuya’s having trouble in Chemistry and his ever-helpful sister decides she’s gonna help him find a tutor. Drama ensues.
A/N: guess who just started university again~! Yeah, I'm taking a LOT of courses this year, plus I tutor part time, so don't expect too much from me this year either D: but I'll do my best!
A/N 2: BONUS CHAPTER :D cause.. yeah. it flows better this way.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Part 6
When they reach Gackt’s and Hyde’s shared apartment after a brief stop at Tatsuya’s home so he could change and drop his bag off, however, they find that Hyde is off on a date-night with Megumi and “will be back early”… Tatsuya feels anxious about that last bit until Gackt translates with a smirk, “Early the next day, that is.”
“He was perfectly aware that we were supposed to all have dinner together tonight…” Tatsuya mumbles.
“Yes, Hyde is just as bad as your sister for pulling stunts like these, I’m afraid,” Gackt remarks, unconcerned.
Tatsuya fights the bubble of apprehension in his chest and asks, “Well what are we gonna do with all the extra food then?”
Gackt checks the fridge and announces with noticeable humour, “Hyde seems to have taken their portions. We are fully prepared for a nice romantic dinner, complete with candles,” he reaches in and extracts a pair of candles in steel lotus holders. Tatsuya sees him pocket something else too, but can’t quite catch it before it’s hidden from sight.
“And what was that?”
“Hmm? Just a note wishing us a lovely evening,” Gackt’s hand instinctively goes to his pocket for a brief moment and Tatsuya narrows his eyes in suspicion but chooses to ignore it. Gackt asks, “Are you hungry now, or would you rather watch a movie first?”
Tatsuya checks the time on his phone. The train ride did take a little longer than he thought and he is starting to feel hungry. It being seven thirty, it’s no wonder. “Why don’t we eat first?” Tatsuya suggests.
Gackt smiles and gestures for him to have a seat at the bar-like counter that replaces a table in the small flat. “You sit and I will cook for us; it’s my turn now, after all.”
Tatsuya climbs up onto the tall chair and accepts an offered glass of water with thanks. He feels kind of awkward letting Gackt do all the work, at first, but then Gackt starts chatting - actually chatting!-about his professors and some of his classes, and answering some of Tatsuya’s own questions about university. Tatsuya sort of relaxes and takes in the spacious apartment while they talk, admiring the mix of personalities. The apartment has a small hallway leading from the genkan to the washroom with Hyde’s room next door on one side and Gackt’s opposite Hyde’s bedroom, and a larger area with the far wall dominated by glass on the kitchen half and a painting-cluttered wall on the left living room half. The hallway is decorated with sombre red, green, black and charcoal grey paintings - usually portraying roses, or abstract art that seems to be roses- and become gradually more interspersed with paintings and photographs of ocean, feathers, light blue and white abstract art, the occasional cloud-coloured vase in a niche. The furniture is mostly in Gackt’s rose red and black, the coffee table smoky glass. Fuzzy pale blue and white microfiber blankets are scattered over the backs of the wine-red sofa-chair and Gackt chuckles and says Hyde gets cold easily in wintertime, so Megumi always makes a point of making sure his fuzzy blankets are of a suitable state of wear.
They debate what movie to watch after a dinner of pan-fried teriyaki salmon, rice, and squash - during which the candles were lit just to spite Hyde, and they had a contest of who could can hold their hand over the flame the longest, until Gackt started panicking for the younger man’s safety and refused to allow him near the candles again- and settle on a subtitled version of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Gackt appears horrified that Tatsuya doesn’t know it and insists that they watch the last one, seeing as it’s the only one with subtitles and it’s the best one anyway.
“That cross is an important artefact. It belongs in a museum!”
“Don’t you kinda hate idealistic guys like that?” Tatsuya remarks. “If I was gonna be an archaeologist, I’d wanna get rich off the stuff I found.”
Gackt chuckles. “I’m sure most would agree, but that idealism is also what makes Indiana such an attractive character.”
Tatsuya sighs softly and shifts, sinking farther back into the black velveteen sofa. He has trouble following all of the details of the story amongst all the foreign names, but his knowledge of World War II and the little he knows about Christian mythology keep him afloat for most of it. Of course, the explosions and gun fights help to keep him interested too.
Still, once the credits start to roll, Tatsuya is feeling just lost enough that he’s a little bored, and just bored enough to be a bit tired. He hides a small yawn behind his hand, hoping Gackt doesn’t notice. Gackt does, of course, and his face is immediately marred with a slight frown. “Did the movie bore you?”
Tatsuya shakes his head. “No, no! It was great. I didn’t quite understand all of it but I could follow it okay. I probably just need to do something or I’ll get sleepy,” he smiles up at Gackt and the university student smiles back.
“I suppose we had better get you doing something, then,” Gackt muses in a low hum. “Though I would hate for you to wear yourself out.”
Tatsuya sighs lightly and twists, leaning against the arm of the sofa. “In the end, wearing yourself out just means you sleep better, right?” he says, and closes his eyes. The credits are still rolling on the TV and he sort of hums along until a light jab at his waist has him squirming and uttering an indignant squeak. “What was that for?!” he mock-glares at a smirking Gackt.
“I was afraid you were going to fall asleep on me you looked so comfortable,” he replies evenly.
“I wouldn’t fall asleep that fast…” Tatsuya mumbles.
“You have before.”
“…Shut up…” Tatsuya curls into a ball on his side in an attempt to hide from Gackt’s smug smile. Suddenly he’s scooped up and they’re moving- Tatsuya immediately starts to wriggle and he opens his eyes to see where they’re going. He’s dumped unceremoniously onto a very fluffy duvet shortly after. Tatsuya makes an awed, appreciative sound as he rolls over on the silk-smooth fabric. “Just how rich are you?” he asks, looking up at Gackt. The other man just smirks and Tatsuya pads around on the big bed, finally picking a spot and meandering in a loose circle before plopping down on his side and snuggling up into a ball.
Gackt chuckles and crawls across the bed, sitting himself down next to Tatsuya. He pats the high-schooler’s hair and asks, “Are you a kitty now?”
“Nya-nyan~” Tatsuya mews, batting at Gackt’s leg with a “paw.” “Your bed is just comfy,” he says.
Gackt tickles his waist again and Tatsuya squeaks and emits a small whimper, flipping over to escape the evil hand and bringing himself very nearly into Gackt’s lap. Before Tatsuya can wriggle shyly away again, Gackt leans over and kisses him, gathering and guiding him fully into his lap. He runs his fingers through the young man’s hair, earning himself a purr-like hum in the back of Tatsuya’s throat.
Tatsuya shifts around in Gackt’s embrace to straddle the older man’s hips and he delights in the deep moan that shivers through Gackt. He loops an arm around Gackt’s shoulders and the older man’s hands left to rest on his hips, fingers digging in sharply when Tatsuya’s free hand ghosts over Gackt’s chest and traces down to his abs. The young man laughs lightly when Gackt breaks their kiss and mumbles, “Tease,” against his neck. Backing away enough to look him in the eyes, Gackt continues, “You’ve always been a tease: lurking around on the outside, shying away when I tried to get close…”
“You’re pretty close now,” Tatsuya whispers, a shy, nervous smile trembling on his lips.
Gackt traces those lips lightly with one finger and hums his assent. “This is true,” he murmurs, kissing Tatsuya again. He tugs him forward with the arm still wrapped about his hips and releases a shuddering breath against Tatsuya’s lips as the slender boy’s denim-clad ass grinds against the growing bulge in his already too-tight pants. He releases a shuddering breath and he slips his hand under Tatsuya’s shirt to finger the waistband of his jeans before tracing the growing hardness between Tatsuya’s own legs. Gackt groans lightly as Tatsuya moans against his lips and, encouraged by another sharp grind on Tatsuya’s part, undoes the button on Tatsuya’s jeans. The zipper he drags down slowly, pressing firmly against Tatsuya’s hard-on, and the younger man all but growls.
“Who’s the tease now?” he mumbles as he pulls away from Gackt’s lips and nibbles the older man’s ear. His only reply is a soft rumble of a laugh and a hot hand dipping into his boxers. He keens, caught off-guard, and Gackt shivers beneath him as Tatsuya’s hot breath skitters over his neck and ear.
“Move your arm,” Gackt commands, his voice little more than a low growl, and when Tatsuya does, he flips them so that he’s hovering over Tatsuya and in the instant is takes for Tatsuya to understand what just happened, Gackt’s tugged his jeans and boxers down and his hand has closed over Tatsuya’s erection again.
Tatsuya groans and reaches up to fumble with the fastenings on Gackt’s pants with one hand while he pulls Gackt back down to kiss him again with the other. He sucks in a surprised and appreciative breath when his right finds nothing but skin once he’s succeeded in undoing the older man’s pants, and he laughs breathlessly when Gackt’s hand pleasuring him stops briefly and the man utters a shuddering moan.
“You, sir… have a talent for testing a man’s control,” Gackt says, his hand on Tatsuya still and his voice strained as the younger man runs a thumb slick with precum over the head of his erection and down its throbbing length.
“Maybe it’s not a test,” Tatsuya replies, his voice hoarse. “Maybe I just want you to let it go altogether,” he kisses up Gackt’s jaw and down to his neck, sliding Gackt’s pants down his hips and rolling his own up when Gackt starts moving his hand again.
“Just spare me enough of it to keep a first night to a first night, please,” Gackt requests, his voice nearly a whimper at the end as Tatsuya tugs him firmly lower and their groins meet. After a careful deep breath Gackt continues, “I want to savour this, so let me please,” and kisses Tatsuya’s damp forehead before kissing his mouth again. With a hint of a smirk he says, pulling away, “Just because we’ve waited forever doesn’t mean we have to rush.”
“Well if you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna have to take care of myself…” Tatsuya all but growls, bucking his hips instinctively into Gackt’s loose fingers. “But I appreciate the senti-” he cuts off with a sharp gasp followed by a groan as Gackt grinds down against him, wrapping his hand round the both of them, and Tatsuya can only tremble and dig his fingers into Gackt’s hips in an effort to draw him closer still.
“Just close your eyes, Tatsuya,” Gackt whispers hoarsely in his ear, and Tatsuya shivers. “I’ll make it feel good,” he says and bites lightly on Tatsuya’s neck, and the young man whimpers and submits, all the fight gone against the onslaught of feeling. Gackt kisses him again and eases his tongue languidly against Tatsuya’s, despite the increased pace of his hand around them, and Gackt’s free hand traces the lines of Tatsuya’s collarbones and ribs, stopping briefly to ghost over the soft lines of Tatsuya’s abs.
Tatsuya shivers and the muscles of his stomach tense against the strange tickle, and then he takes Gackt’s hand and entwines their fingers, pulling away from Gackt’s kiss to let out a shuddering breath. “Gackt- Gackt I’m close-” he lets out a low moan as Gackt grips them tighter and pumps tantalizingly slow for a moment, until a sharp nip at his neck has Gackt emitting a breathless chuckle and quit his teasing.
“Don’t hold back, now,” Gackt says, kissing Tatsuya again, and Tatsuya can only whimper. When the younger does cum, he does so with a low growl as his fingers dig into Gackt’s hips where they rest again, and Gackt isn’t far behind. Gackt rests next to Tatsuya as his breath gradually evens out and he comes down from his high. Gackt opens his eyes to see Tatsuya watching him, his eyes almost glazed over, and he licks some of the cum off his fingers. He laughs as Tatsuya wrinkles his nose in disgust before closing his eyes again and brushing his hair from where it’s matted to his forehead. “You’re one of those, are you? I see,” Gackt says, in response to all this, his voice hoarse still, and he fetches some tissues. “Would you like a shower? I take it you don’t like sleeping sticky, either.
Tatsuya sticks out his tongue. “When I trust my legs to hold me, I’ll gladly accept your offer,” he says, eyes open only a slit, looking for all the world like a contented cat.
“Hmm… you may fall asleep before then…” Gackt muses aloud. “I’ll just have to help you,” he says brightly, and scoops Tatsuya up bridal style and walking out of the bedroom, despite Tatsuya’s squirming and protests.
Later, the two are back in bed: Gackt in nothing but a pair of sweats and Tatsuya in his boxers and one of Gackt’s old t-shirts. The high schooler is nearly nodding off after Gackt’s helping hand having returned during their shower, and he’s curled up in a ball at Gackt’s side. “You know, given just a little more time, you could get closer still,” Tatsuya murmurs, eyes lightly closed as Gackt traces the new lines of muscle on his arm.
Gackt blinks, wondering where this came from, before his absent smile drops from his face and he asks seriously, “Will I have to wait another four years and have to come second again?”
Tatsuya frowns slightly. “You’ve always been first. What are you-” and then it clicks. He breathes, “Oh. Yuichi.”
Gackt leans back, eyes roving piercingly all over Tatsuya’s face. His eyes betray hurt when he remarks, “I never realized you were dating him. Hinoko never mentioned it. You never so much as brought it up until Tanaka-kun made a remark.”
Tatsuya shakes his head lightly and runs a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t much of anything, to be honest. When I thought… when I needed someone, Yuichi was there. We’ve always been close, so it was easy. Only… because we’re so close as friends, I guess, it never went that far...physically.” Looking Gackt straight in the face, with much difficulty, he adds frankly, “It didn’t last long, and it’s in the past, so we hardly think of it anymore. It comes up in jokes from time to time, but that’s it really,” he frowns. “And why are you so upset? I thought you would understand, with your past with Hyde-senpai…”
Gackt smiles dryly. “You having a relationship that was anything like mine and Hyde’s would concern me all the more, I should think,” he says. “It’s not that I want you to only have ever been intimate with me, Tatsuya, though the idea itches,” his smile grows crooked at the last, and then softens as he says, “I’d only hoped, albeit very selfishly, that all this time I’ve been watching you, you were watching me as well.”
Tatsuya sighs lightly and leans forward to rest his head on Gackt’s shoulder. “Sometimes when you can’t have the person you want the most, you need someone to remind you you’re still here,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around Gackt’s waist and burying his face under Gackt’s chin, his heart aching hollowly. “It’s too easy to start thinking you’re a ghost.”
Gackt pats Tatsuya’s hair and resumes combing his fingers through it, a hum of assent in his throat. “If it helps, I won’t ever let you feel that way again.”
Tatsuya squeezes his eyes shut to keep the tear that’s trying to escape at bay, and murmurs, “You damn well better not. I’d hate to have to hurt you.”
Gackt laughs lightly, but with his ear so close to his chest, Tatsuya can feel the strain.
| Part 7 |
Pairing: GacktDa
Rating: almost NC-17
Warning: When I started, my muse was bipolar. Expect similar mood-swings from the fic. It’s not that great- at all- but I hope that you enjoy just having something to read, at least. Oh, and a bit of boy on boy action for those who endure it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody whose name resembles an idol/celebrity’s O_o
Summary: Tatsuya’s having trouble in Chemistry and his ever-helpful sister decides she’s gonna help him find a tutor. Drama ensues.
A/N: guess who just started university again~! Yeah, I'm taking a LOT of courses this year, plus I tutor part time, so don't expect too much from me this year either D: but I'll do my best!
A/N 2: BONUS CHAPTER :D cause.. yeah. it flows better this way.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Part 6
When they reach Gackt’s and Hyde’s shared apartment after a brief stop at Tatsuya’s home so he could change and drop his bag off, however, they find that Hyde is off on a date-night with Megumi and “will be back early”… Tatsuya feels anxious about that last bit until Gackt translates with a smirk, “Early the next day, that is.”
“He was perfectly aware that we were supposed to all have dinner together tonight…” Tatsuya mumbles.
“Yes, Hyde is just as bad as your sister for pulling stunts like these, I’m afraid,” Gackt remarks, unconcerned.
Tatsuya fights the bubble of apprehension in his chest and asks, “Well what are we gonna do with all the extra food then?”
Gackt checks the fridge and announces with noticeable humour, “Hyde seems to have taken their portions. We are fully prepared for a nice romantic dinner, complete with candles,” he reaches in and extracts a pair of candles in steel lotus holders. Tatsuya sees him pocket something else too, but can’t quite catch it before it’s hidden from sight.
“And what was that?”
“Hmm? Just a note wishing us a lovely evening,” Gackt’s hand instinctively goes to his pocket for a brief moment and Tatsuya narrows his eyes in suspicion but chooses to ignore it. Gackt asks, “Are you hungry now, or would you rather watch a movie first?”
Tatsuya checks the time on his phone. The train ride did take a little longer than he thought and he is starting to feel hungry. It being seven thirty, it’s no wonder. “Why don’t we eat first?” Tatsuya suggests.
Gackt smiles and gestures for him to have a seat at the bar-like counter that replaces a table in the small flat. “You sit and I will cook for us; it’s my turn now, after all.”
Tatsuya climbs up onto the tall chair and accepts an offered glass of water with thanks. He feels kind of awkward letting Gackt do all the work, at first, but then Gackt starts chatting - actually chatting!-about his professors and some of his classes, and answering some of Tatsuya’s own questions about university. Tatsuya sort of relaxes and takes in the spacious apartment while they talk, admiring the mix of personalities. The apartment has a small hallway leading from the genkan to the washroom with Hyde’s room next door on one side and Gackt’s opposite Hyde’s bedroom, and a larger area with the far wall dominated by glass on the kitchen half and a painting-cluttered wall on the left living room half. The hallway is decorated with sombre red, green, black and charcoal grey paintings - usually portraying roses, or abstract art that seems to be roses- and become gradually more interspersed with paintings and photographs of ocean, feathers, light blue and white abstract art, the occasional cloud-coloured vase in a niche. The furniture is mostly in Gackt’s rose red and black, the coffee table smoky glass. Fuzzy pale blue and white microfiber blankets are scattered over the backs of the wine-red sofa-chair and Gackt chuckles and says Hyde gets cold easily in wintertime, so Megumi always makes a point of making sure his fuzzy blankets are of a suitable state of wear.
They debate what movie to watch after a dinner of pan-fried teriyaki salmon, rice, and squash - during which the candles were lit just to spite Hyde, and they had a contest of who could can hold their hand over the flame the longest, until Gackt started panicking for the younger man’s safety and refused to allow him near the candles again- and settle on a subtitled version of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Gackt appears horrified that Tatsuya doesn’t know it and insists that they watch the last one, seeing as it’s the only one with subtitles and it’s the best one anyway.
“That cross is an important artefact. It belongs in a museum!”
“Don’t you kinda hate idealistic guys like that?” Tatsuya remarks. “If I was gonna be an archaeologist, I’d wanna get rich off the stuff I found.”
Gackt chuckles. “I’m sure most would agree, but that idealism is also what makes Indiana such an attractive character.”
Tatsuya sighs softly and shifts, sinking farther back into the black velveteen sofa. He has trouble following all of the details of the story amongst all the foreign names, but his knowledge of World War II and the little he knows about Christian mythology keep him afloat for most of it. Of course, the explosions and gun fights help to keep him interested too.
Still, once the credits start to roll, Tatsuya is feeling just lost enough that he’s a little bored, and just bored enough to be a bit tired. He hides a small yawn behind his hand, hoping Gackt doesn’t notice. Gackt does, of course, and his face is immediately marred with a slight frown. “Did the movie bore you?”
Tatsuya shakes his head. “No, no! It was great. I didn’t quite understand all of it but I could follow it okay. I probably just need to do something or I’ll get sleepy,” he smiles up at Gackt and the university student smiles back.
“I suppose we had better get you doing something, then,” Gackt muses in a low hum. “Though I would hate for you to wear yourself out.”
Tatsuya sighs lightly and twists, leaning against the arm of the sofa. “In the end, wearing yourself out just means you sleep better, right?” he says, and closes his eyes. The credits are still rolling on the TV and he sort of hums along until a light jab at his waist has him squirming and uttering an indignant squeak. “What was that for?!” he mock-glares at a smirking Gackt.
“I was afraid you were going to fall asleep on me you looked so comfortable,” he replies evenly.
“I wouldn’t fall asleep that fast…” Tatsuya mumbles.
“You have before.”
“…Shut up…” Tatsuya curls into a ball on his side in an attempt to hide from Gackt’s smug smile. Suddenly he’s scooped up and they’re moving- Tatsuya immediately starts to wriggle and he opens his eyes to see where they’re going. He’s dumped unceremoniously onto a very fluffy duvet shortly after. Tatsuya makes an awed, appreciative sound as he rolls over on the silk-smooth fabric. “Just how rich are you?” he asks, looking up at Gackt. The other man just smirks and Tatsuya pads around on the big bed, finally picking a spot and meandering in a loose circle before plopping down on his side and snuggling up into a ball.
Gackt chuckles and crawls across the bed, sitting himself down next to Tatsuya. He pats the high-schooler’s hair and asks, “Are you a kitty now?”
“Nya-nyan~” Tatsuya mews, batting at Gackt’s leg with a “paw.” “Your bed is just comfy,” he says.
Gackt tickles his waist again and Tatsuya squeaks and emits a small whimper, flipping over to escape the evil hand and bringing himself very nearly into Gackt’s lap. Before Tatsuya can wriggle shyly away again, Gackt leans over and kisses him, gathering and guiding him fully into his lap. He runs his fingers through the young man’s hair, earning himself a purr-like hum in the back of Tatsuya’s throat.
Tatsuya shifts around in Gackt’s embrace to straddle the older man’s hips and he delights in the deep moan that shivers through Gackt. He loops an arm around Gackt’s shoulders and the older man’s hands left to rest on his hips, fingers digging in sharply when Tatsuya’s free hand ghosts over Gackt’s chest and traces down to his abs. The young man laughs lightly when Gackt breaks their kiss and mumbles, “Tease,” against his neck. Backing away enough to look him in the eyes, Gackt continues, “You’ve always been a tease: lurking around on the outside, shying away when I tried to get close…”
“You’re pretty close now,” Tatsuya whispers, a shy, nervous smile trembling on his lips.
Gackt traces those lips lightly with one finger and hums his assent. “This is true,” he murmurs, kissing Tatsuya again. He tugs him forward with the arm still wrapped about his hips and releases a shuddering breath against Tatsuya’s lips as the slender boy’s denim-clad ass grinds against the growing bulge in his already too-tight pants. He releases a shuddering breath and he slips his hand under Tatsuya’s shirt to finger the waistband of his jeans before tracing the growing hardness between Tatsuya’s own legs. Gackt groans lightly as Tatsuya moans against his lips and, encouraged by another sharp grind on Tatsuya’s part, undoes the button on Tatsuya’s jeans. The zipper he drags down slowly, pressing firmly against Tatsuya’s hard-on, and the younger man all but growls.
“Who’s the tease now?” he mumbles as he pulls away from Gackt’s lips and nibbles the older man’s ear. His only reply is a soft rumble of a laugh and a hot hand dipping into his boxers. He keens, caught off-guard, and Gackt shivers beneath him as Tatsuya’s hot breath skitters over his neck and ear.
“Move your arm,” Gackt commands, his voice little more than a low growl, and when Tatsuya does, he flips them so that he’s hovering over Tatsuya and in the instant is takes for Tatsuya to understand what just happened, Gackt’s tugged his jeans and boxers down and his hand has closed over Tatsuya’s erection again.
Tatsuya groans and reaches up to fumble with the fastenings on Gackt’s pants with one hand while he pulls Gackt back down to kiss him again with the other. He sucks in a surprised and appreciative breath when his right finds nothing but skin once he’s succeeded in undoing the older man’s pants, and he laughs breathlessly when Gackt’s hand pleasuring him stops briefly and the man utters a shuddering moan.
“You, sir… have a talent for testing a man’s control,” Gackt says, his hand on Tatsuya still and his voice strained as the younger man runs a thumb slick with precum over the head of his erection and down its throbbing length.
“Maybe it’s not a test,” Tatsuya replies, his voice hoarse. “Maybe I just want you to let it go altogether,” he kisses up Gackt’s jaw and down to his neck, sliding Gackt’s pants down his hips and rolling his own up when Gackt starts moving his hand again.
“Just spare me enough of it to keep a first night to a first night, please,” Gackt requests, his voice nearly a whimper at the end as Tatsuya tugs him firmly lower and their groins meet. After a careful deep breath Gackt continues, “I want to savour this, so let me please,” and kisses Tatsuya’s damp forehead before kissing his mouth again. With a hint of a smirk he says, pulling away, “Just because we’ve waited forever doesn’t mean we have to rush.”
“Well if you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna have to take care of myself…” Tatsuya all but growls, bucking his hips instinctively into Gackt’s loose fingers. “But I appreciate the senti-” he cuts off with a sharp gasp followed by a groan as Gackt grinds down against him, wrapping his hand round the both of them, and Tatsuya can only tremble and dig his fingers into Gackt’s hips in an effort to draw him closer still.
“Just close your eyes, Tatsuya,” Gackt whispers hoarsely in his ear, and Tatsuya shivers. “I’ll make it feel good,” he says and bites lightly on Tatsuya’s neck, and the young man whimpers and submits, all the fight gone against the onslaught of feeling. Gackt kisses him again and eases his tongue languidly against Tatsuya’s, despite the increased pace of his hand around them, and Gackt’s free hand traces the lines of Tatsuya’s collarbones and ribs, stopping briefly to ghost over the soft lines of Tatsuya’s abs.
Tatsuya shivers and the muscles of his stomach tense against the strange tickle, and then he takes Gackt’s hand and entwines their fingers, pulling away from Gackt’s kiss to let out a shuddering breath. “Gackt- Gackt I’m close-” he lets out a low moan as Gackt grips them tighter and pumps tantalizingly slow for a moment, until a sharp nip at his neck has Gackt emitting a breathless chuckle and quit his teasing.
“Don’t hold back, now,” Gackt says, kissing Tatsuya again, and Tatsuya can only whimper. When the younger does cum, he does so with a low growl as his fingers dig into Gackt’s hips where they rest again, and Gackt isn’t far behind. Gackt rests next to Tatsuya as his breath gradually evens out and he comes down from his high. Gackt opens his eyes to see Tatsuya watching him, his eyes almost glazed over, and he licks some of the cum off his fingers. He laughs as Tatsuya wrinkles his nose in disgust before closing his eyes again and brushing his hair from where it’s matted to his forehead. “You’re one of those, are you? I see,” Gackt says, in response to all this, his voice hoarse still, and he fetches some tissues. “Would you like a shower? I take it you don’t like sleeping sticky, either.
Tatsuya sticks out his tongue. “When I trust my legs to hold me, I’ll gladly accept your offer,” he says, eyes open only a slit, looking for all the world like a contented cat.
“Hmm… you may fall asleep before then…” Gackt muses aloud. “I’ll just have to help you,” he says brightly, and scoops Tatsuya up bridal style and walking out of the bedroom, despite Tatsuya’s squirming and protests.
Later, the two are back in bed: Gackt in nothing but a pair of sweats and Tatsuya in his boxers and one of Gackt’s old t-shirts. The high schooler is nearly nodding off after Gackt’s helping hand having returned during their shower, and he’s curled up in a ball at Gackt’s side. “You know, given just a little more time, you could get closer still,” Tatsuya murmurs, eyes lightly closed as Gackt traces the new lines of muscle on his arm.
Gackt blinks, wondering where this came from, before his absent smile drops from his face and he asks seriously, “Will I have to wait another four years and have to come second again?”
Tatsuya frowns slightly. “You’ve always been first. What are you-” and then it clicks. He breathes, “Oh. Yuichi.”
Gackt leans back, eyes roving piercingly all over Tatsuya’s face. His eyes betray hurt when he remarks, “I never realized you were dating him. Hinoko never mentioned it. You never so much as brought it up until Tanaka-kun made a remark.”
Tatsuya shakes his head lightly and runs a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t much of anything, to be honest. When I thought… when I needed someone, Yuichi was there. We’ve always been close, so it was easy. Only… because we’re so close as friends, I guess, it never went that far...physically.” Looking Gackt straight in the face, with much difficulty, he adds frankly, “It didn’t last long, and it’s in the past, so we hardly think of it anymore. It comes up in jokes from time to time, but that’s it really,” he frowns. “And why are you so upset? I thought you would understand, with your past with Hyde-senpai…”
Gackt smiles dryly. “You having a relationship that was anything like mine and Hyde’s would concern me all the more, I should think,” he says. “It’s not that I want you to only have ever been intimate with me, Tatsuya, though the idea itches,” his smile grows crooked at the last, and then softens as he says, “I’d only hoped, albeit very selfishly, that all this time I’ve been watching you, you were watching me as well.”
Tatsuya sighs lightly and leans forward to rest his head on Gackt’s shoulder. “Sometimes when you can’t have the person you want the most, you need someone to remind you you’re still here,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around Gackt’s waist and burying his face under Gackt’s chin, his heart aching hollowly. “It’s too easy to start thinking you’re a ghost.”
Gackt pats Tatsuya’s hair and resumes combing his fingers through it, a hum of assent in his throat. “If it helps, I won’t ever let you feel that way again.”
Tatsuya squeezes his eyes shut to keep the tear that’s trying to escape at bay, and murmurs, “You damn well better not. I’d hate to have to hurt you.”
Gackt laughs lightly, but with his ear so close to his chest, Tatsuya can feel the strain.
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