Fiction - JE/Jrock - Silence is Golden 1/6
Title: Silence is Golden 1/6
Author: Sarit suboshiyui
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: GolfMike/Aoi(Gazette)/Gackt
Pairing: Golf/Aoi and Mike/Gackt (implied)
Note: This is a belated birthday and going away present for kaiamira. It’s part one of a three part fic. The whole series is dedicated to kaiamira, whose fault it is for these two crack pairings. XD <3 This is also for her since she’s leaving soon to go to Japan for school. <3333333333
Chapter 1
The noise was deafening, though it wasn’t anything Golf wasn’t used to experiencing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it; it was just odd being on the other end. Normally he was the one on the stage, performing for the screaming fans. Amazingly, only a few people had recognized him.
His long hair might have something to do with that. Golf had let it grow for their Japanese photo shoots. They’d been so busy lately; they hadn’t even had a chance to see their friend Yamashita Tomohisa. The sense of anonymity felt good; he knew it wouldn’t last, however. Especially not with their upcoming Japanese debut.
So, Golf had allowed himself to forget all about his cares and worries, letting himself enjoy the moment. His brother, Mike, was off backstage. His brother was a huge fan of Gackt; and when they’d learned of the festival in which Gackt was making an appearance, his brother insisted that they go. Their manager had been able to re-arrange their schedule so it was possible for them to go.
Getting VIP seating and backstage passes, his brother was currently utilizing said backstage pass to visit his idol. That left Golf pretty much on his own. The lights dimmed and the first act appeared on stage.
The Gazette. He’d heard about them, seen a few videos. One of the members had this strange strip of cloth that covered part of his face. Japanese rockers never ceased to amaze him. They always had such a presence, and did the most outlandish things. This sparked his interest; when other fans moved up to the area reserved for the mosh pit, he decided to go along.
He only briefly wondered where his brother was, before his eyes fell on one guitarist. The man wasn’t as outlandish as the rest; black hair framed his face, while the lip piercing glittered from the lights on the stage. He heard the fans scream the name "Aoi" when the guitarist came near, so knew that must be his name. Golf looked up and that’s when their eyes met.
It was almost like they were speaking to each other without words. It was a silent communication unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He felt as if he already knew this Aoi, just from the brief look they’d shared. Watching him move away with an unmistakable wink leveled in Golf’s direction.
The rest of the concert was a blur to Golf. He continued to watch the rest of the concert, but his eyes were only for Aoi. Once The Gazette finished their set and left the stage, so did golf. He didn’t bother to stay to watch the rest of the festival; instead, he headed backstage, using the second backstage pass that had been given to him and his brother.
Backstage made him think of home. So many people rushing back and forth, getting things set up for the next act. He looked around, seeing the members of the group speaking with each other. His eyes immediately sought out Aoi’s, which was reciprocated in kind. The other members of Gazette went their separate ways, Aoi still standing there, watching him.
Squaring his shoulders, he made his way over to where the older musician seemed to be waiting. "Aoi-san?"
"Golf-kun. I’ve heard much about you." Aoi ran a finger along the edge of his lips, watching the Thai singer carefully. "I saw you watching me during the concert."
"Really? I could say the same about you." Golf smirked, amused at how he seemed to have caught Aoi off guard. The look on the other man’s face was downright amusing. He watched Aoi turn and head for his dressing room. Glancing around, Golf shrugged and followed.
The door closed behind once he was inside the dressing room. Golf looked around with interest; it certainly was quite different from the ones that he’d ever been in before. For one, there was a couch, in which Aoi was sitting on. And there appeared to be no one else in the dressing room but them. This had Golf a bit surprised, but pleasantly so.
Aoi gestured next to him and Golf took his seat next to the older man. "You don’t need to be afraid. I think we’re both consenting adults, ne?"
Golf grinned and gave a nod. "Hai. I have to admit that when I first saw you, I was captivated. I’ve never really seen anyone quite like you before." It was true; Golf had been taken in by Aoi’s presence. The fact he didn’t seem to need to impress him made Golf realize that his earlier assessment of how well they seemed to get along was correct.
He didn’t even seem to need to do anything; Aoi responded to him in the exact way that he wished. He leaned forward and before he knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against Aoi’s, the older man responding to the kiss. It was searing and powerful; just like Aoi himself. Golf wasn’t usually one to be caught up in such intense emotions like this; but for some reason, he couldn’t help himself.
Aoi’s taste was like nectar; sweet and seductive. Closing his eyes, he rested the palms of his hands against Aoi’s chest, leaning into the kiss. It was then when the kiss turned passionate and intense. He gasped, shivering at the sensation of Aoi’s tongue sliding inside, teasingly.
It seemed to be an eternity before Aoi finally pulled back from the kiss. Golf couldn’t help but brush his fingers over his lips, where moments ago Aoi’s lips had been. "What was that for?"
"Did you not enjoy it?" Aoi countered, changing position and pulling his legs underneath himself. In this new position, he moved closer to Golf, one hand sliding behind Golf’s neck to play with the ends of his hair. "Am I so repulsive to you that you wish me to stop?"
"No! Of course not. I was just…surprised." Pleasantly so, in fact. Golf watched Aoi for a long moment, before giving into the desire he’d felt all night.
Aoi gave a soft moan, their lips pressed against one another’s once more. It became readily apparent that as much as Golf seemed to hesitate at first, Aoi wasn’t the only one who wanted this.
He pushed Golf back onto the couch, his deft fingers already tugging Golf’s shirt off and discarding it. Aoi admired the strong chest before him, smooth fingers running over a strong chest, caressing pert nipples.
Golf cried out at the touch, his body arching up into the unfamiliar touches. He couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had touched him like that. Experiments when he was younger didn’t really count. "Aoi-san…"
"I don’t think we need any formalities between us, now do you?" Aoi’s eyes met those of the Thai singer, causing Golf to catch his breath. The look in those intense brown eyes sent a shiver down his spine. How was it that one man could do this to him? Perhaps this was how Mike felt when around Gackt. He knew that his brother fancied the older singer a great deal.
"No. No formalities." Reaching out, Golf took a hold of the t-shirt that Aoi was still wearing, stripping it off in one motion. The light of the room seemed to enhance Aoi’s beauty, if that were at all possible. "Beautiful…" Golf closed his eyes, his lips and tongue moving gently over the surface of Aoi’s chest.
The moans that followed sent wonderful chills through Golf; he reveled in the sounds, knowing that he was the cause of such pleasure. It was surprising when he felt Aoi’s and at his waist; were they really going to do this? Was it just after performance jitters or was it something more?
He didn’t have time to think, nor did he really want to. "You’re awfully tense, Golf. Let me alleviate that for you." The words were the last thing that Golf remembered.
Lips and tongue moved from his mouth to his neck, hands worked on removing the last of the clothing he still had on. Normally embarrassed, he didn’t even seem to notice the lack of clothing now. The couch was soft to his naked skin; the man above him even softer.
What followed, he could never fully put into words. How could you put such ecstasy into words? Sight, touch; it all revolved around the man above him. Each progressive sensation seemed to build, growing more and more intense until he finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
Golf whimpered, his fingers tangling into Aoi’s hair, watching his head bob up and down on his length, sending spikes of pure pleasure throughout his body. Low whimpers escaped his lips, all of his self control going into holding himself steady and not bucking up against Aoi.
With a cry, he fell back against the couch, his eyes trailing down to look at Aoi, who was in the process of wiping his face and smirking up at golf with a decidedly impish look. Lying out flat across Golf, Aoi played with Golf’s hair, gazing at the Thai singer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "We should find your brother, ne? he can’t have all the fun with Gackt-san, now can he?"
"Nani?!" Golf blinked, shocked at what Aoi had just said. "What do you mean?"
"Tsk tsk, you’re cute when you’re naïve." Aoi leaned down and placed a kiss on Golf’s nose before getting up. "Let’s get dressed and find your brother. I’ll explain more then."
"…okay." Golf couldn’t believe he was going along with this. But Aoi was just damn hot and he couldn’t resist him. He had a feeling that this was going to be the most memorable trip to Japan he and Mike ever experienced.
Author: Sarit suboshiyui
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: GolfMike/Aoi(Gazette)/Gackt
Pairing: Golf/Aoi and Mike/Gackt (implied)
Note: This is a belated birthday and going away present for kaiamira. It’s part one of a three part fic. The whole series is dedicated to kaiamira, whose fault it is for these two crack pairings. XD <3 This is also for her since she’s leaving soon to go to Japan for school. <3333333333
Chapter 1
The noise was deafening, though it wasn’t anything Golf wasn’t used to experiencing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it; it was just odd being on the other end. Normally he was the one on the stage, performing for the screaming fans. Amazingly, only a few people had recognized him.
His long hair might have something to do with that. Golf had let it grow for their Japanese photo shoots. They’d been so busy lately; they hadn’t even had a chance to see their friend Yamashita Tomohisa. The sense of anonymity felt good; he knew it wouldn’t last, however. Especially not with their upcoming Japanese debut.
So, Golf had allowed himself to forget all about his cares and worries, letting himself enjoy the moment. His brother, Mike, was off backstage. His brother was a huge fan of Gackt; and when they’d learned of the festival in which Gackt was making an appearance, his brother insisted that they go. Their manager had been able to re-arrange their schedule so it was possible for them to go.
Getting VIP seating and backstage passes, his brother was currently utilizing said backstage pass to visit his idol. That left Golf pretty much on his own. The lights dimmed and the first act appeared on stage.
The Gazette. He’d heard about them, seen a few videos. One of the members had this strange strip of cloth that covered part of his face. Japanese rockers never ceased to amaze him. They always had such a presence, and did the most outlandish things. This sparked his interest; when other fans moved up to the area reserved for the mosh pit, he decided to go along.
He only briefly wondered where his brother was, before his eyes fell on one guitarist. The man wasn’t as outlandish as the rest; black hair framed his face, while the lip piercing glittered from the lights on the stage. He heard the fans scream the name "Aoi" when the guitarist came near, so knew that must be his name. Golf looked up and that’s when their eyes met.
It was almost like they were speaking to each other without words. It was a silent communication unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He felt as if he already knew this Aoi, just from the brief look they’d shared. Watching him move away with an unmistakable wink leveled in Golf’s direction.
The rest of the concert was a blur to Golf. He continued to watch the rest of the concert, but his eyes were only for Aoi. Once The Gazette finished their set and left the stage, so did golf. He didn’t bother to stay to watch the rest of the festival; instead, he headed backstage, using the second backstage pass that had been given to him and his brother.
Backstage made him think of home. So many people rushing back and forth, getting things set up for the next act. He looked around, seeing the members of the group speaking with each other. His eyes immediately sought out Aoi’s, which was reciprocated in kind. The other members of Gazette went their separate ways, Aoi still standing there, watching him.
Squaring his shoulders, he made his way over to where the older musician seemed to be waiting. "Aoi-san?"
"Golf-kun. I’ve heard much about you." Aoi ran a finger along the edge of his lips, watching the Thai singer carefully. "I saw you watching me during the concert."
"Really? I could say the same about you." Golf smirked, amused at how he seemed to have caught Aoi off guard. The look on the other man’s face was downright amusing. He watched Aoi turn and head for his dressing room. Glancing around, Golf shrugged and followed.
The door closed behind once he was inside the dressing room. Golf looked around with interest; it certainly was quite different from the ones that he’d ever been in before. For one, there was a couch, in which Aoi was sitting on. And there appeared to be no one else in the dressing room but them. This had Golf a bit surprised, but pleasantly so.
Aoi gestured next to him and Golf took his seat next to the older man. "You don’t need to be afraid. I think we’re both consenting adults, ne?"
Golf grinned and gave a nod. "Hai. I have to admit that when I first saw you, I was captivated. I’ve never really seen anyone quite like you before." It was true; Golf had been taken in by Aoi’s presence. The fact he didn’t seem to need to impress him made Golf realize that his earlier assessment of how well they seemed to get along was correct.
He didn’t even seem to need to do anything; Aoi responded to him in the exact way that he wished. He leaned forward and before he knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against Aoi’s, the older man responding to the kiss. It was searing and powerful; just like Aoi himself. Golf wasn’t usually one to be caught up in such intense emotions like this; but for some reason, he couldn’t help himself.
Aoi’s taste was like nectar; sweet and seductive. Closing his eyes, he rested the palms of his hands against Aoi’s chest, leaning into the kiss. It was then when the kiss turned passionate and intense. He gasped, shivering at the sensation of Aoi’s tongue sliding inside, teasingly.
It seemed to be an eternity before Aoi finally pulled back from the kiss. Golf couldn’t help but brush his fingers over his lips, where moments ago Aoi’s lips had been. "What was that for?"
"Did you not enjoy it?" Aoi countered, changing position and pulling his legs underneath himself. In this new position, he moved closer to Golf, one hand sliding behind Golf’s neck to play with the ends of his hair. "Am I so repulsive to you that you wish me to stop?"
"No! Of course not. I was just…surprised." Pleasantly so, in fact. Golf watched Aoi for a long moment, before giving into the desire he’d felt all night.
Aoi gave a soft moan, their lips pressed against one another’s once more. It became readily apparent that as much as Golf seemed to hesitate at first, Aoi wasn’t the only one who wanted this.
He pushed Golf back onto the couch, his deft fingers already tugging Golf’s shirt off and discarding it. Aoi admired the strong chest before him, smooth fingers running over a strong chest, caressing pert nipples.
Golf cried out at the touch, his body arching up into the unfamiliar touches. He couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had touched him like that. Experiments when he was younger didn’t really count. "Aoi-san…"
"I don’t think we need any formalities between us, now do you?" Aoi’s eyes met those of the Thai singer, causing Golf to catch his breath. The look in those intense brown eyes sent a shiver down his spine. How was it that one man could do this to him? Perhaps this was how Mike felt when around Gackt. He knew that his brother fancied the older singer a great deal.
"No. No formalities." Reaching out, Golf took a hold of the t-shirt that Aoi was still wearing, stripping it off in one motion. The light of the room seemed to enhance Aoi’s beauty, if that were at all possible. "Beautiful…" Golf closed his eyes, his lips and tongue moving gently over the surface of Aoi’s chest.
The moans that followed sent wonderful chills through Golf; he reveled in the sounds, knowing that he was the cause of such pleasure. It was surprising when he felt Aoi’s and at his waist; were they really going to do this? Was it just after performance jitters or was it something more?
He didn’t have time to think, nor did he really want to. "You’re awfully tense, Golf. Let me alleviate that for you." The words were the last thing that Golf remembered.
Lips and tongue moved from his mouth to his neck, hands worked on removing the last of the clothing he still had on. Normally embarrassed, he didn’t even seem to notice the lack of clothing now. The couch was soft to his naked skin; the man above him even softer.
What followed, he could never fully put into words. How could you put such ecstasy into words? Sight, touch; it all revolved around the man above him. Each progressive sensation seemed to build, growing more and more intense until he finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
Golf whimpered, his fingers tangling into Aoi’s hair, watching his head bob up and down on his length, sending spikes of pure pleasure throughout his body. Low whimpers escaped his lips, all of his self control going into holding himself steady and not bucking up against Aoi.
With a cry, he fell back against the couch, his eyes trailing down to look at Aoi, who was in the process of wiping his face and smirking up at golf with a decidedly impish look. Lying out flat across Golf, Aoi played with Golf’s hair, gazing at the Thai singer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "We should find your brother, ne? he can’t have all the fun with Gackt-san, now can he?"
"Nani?!" Golf blinked, shocked at what Aoi had just said. "What do you mean?"
"Tsk tsk, you’re cute when you’re naïve." Aoi leaned down and placed a kiss on Golf’s nose before getting up. "Let’s get dressed and find your brother. I’ll explain more then."
"…okay." Golf couldn’t believe he was going along with this. But Aoi was just damn hot and he couldn’t resist him. He had a feeling that this was going to be the most memorable trip to Japan he and Mike ever experienced.