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gacktjob_fics Damnit, I just couldn't resist... After two years of doing the Advent, I just felt like it was wrong not to.
Title: Sweets and Treats
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Humor
Pairing: Gackt/You
Band: GacktJOB
Warnings: One dirty comment.
Summary: Gackt catches You eating unhealthy things.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 01
Word Count: 118
Gackt walked into the kitchen to find his lover munching away on another one of his sweet pastries, smiling guiltily when he saw Gackt.
“Stop eating this trash!” Gackt swiped the half eaten cake-like treat from You’s hands.
“But why?” The violinist cried childishly, trying to snatch back the pastry.
“Because as much as I love you, I would find love handles unattractive.”
“In that case, the necessary exercise would give us more reasons to have sex,” You pointed out, delighted when Gackt allowed him to steal back the treat the very next moment. “Thank the Gods of Sweets and Treats, Gacchan,” You announced happily, nibbling on the corner of his pastry, “because now you’re getting laid tonight.”
Title: Success
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Gackt/You
Band: Cains:Feel
Warnings: None
Summary: You wonders if fame is really what he wants.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 02
Word Count: 193
You sat on the floor, back against his bed, thumbs moving over the controller of his videogame console. The volume of the television was muted and the only light in the dark room came from the flashing images on the monitor. There was a head resting in You’s lap, making him not want to move. He enjoyed the contact. If he moved, Satoru would wake up. He had fallen asleep amidst their late night video game competition. Satoru had been up for 48 straight hours, preparing and finalizing the Cains:Feel demo tape.
You paused the game and looked down at his friend. Satoru’s black hair covered his pretty face, lips parted as he subconsciously inhaled and exhaled, breath tickling You’s thigh. You ran his fingers cautiously over Satoru’s cheek. Something would become of Satoru, he knew it. One day, he would show his talent to the entire world and it would love him for it.
You smiled. As much as he wished for them to succeed in their dreams of fame and fortune, he was perfectly content like this, knowing that at least now, that success was not present to tear them apart.
Title: Practice
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Gackt/You
Band: GacktJOB
Warnings: None
Summary: Gackt plays with Eneru.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent Day - 03
Word Count: 191
When You entered the bedroom, he saw Gackt lying in their rounded bed, Eneru beside him. The dog was rolled over on his back, panting happily as his belly was rubbed.
Smiling, You watched Gackt slap the mattress beside the tiny white Chihuahua, exciting the dog with the sound and motion, making him scamper atop Gackt’s chest. You wanted to playfully scold Gackt, since it was the singer’s own rule that no pets were allowed on the bed. You was constantly in trouble for snuggling with Hana during his naps whenever the studio pup was in his charge.
However, Gackt was laughing, Eneru’s two front paws pressing into his cheeks while Eneru tried to lick Gackt’s nose and eyes. Gackt hugged the tiny dog to his collarbone, scratching his ears and extracting a squeaky bark.
“How do you do it?” You asked.
“Do what?” Gackt asked, pushing Eneru back as the dog once again tried to jump on his face. Discouraged, Eneru bounced over to You instead, scrambling into the violinist’s lap.
“How do you make me fall in love with you every single day?”
Chuckling, he teasingly answered, “I practice.”
Title: Different
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Mentioned Gackt/You
Band: GacktJOB
Warnings: None
Summary: Chacha notices differences in Gackt.
Notes: Dec 2009 Advent - Day 04
Word Count: 210
“You love him,” Chacha said suddenly one evening. He had finished recording his part for the final track on the Mars CD, and Gackt had waited for his friend, monitoring the recording. The rest of the band and most of the staff had already left.
“What are you talking about?”
“You-kun. You love him.” There was no doubt in that statement.
“What makes you think that?”
“You look at him differently.”
“I look at him differently?”
Chacha nodded. “When we’re practicing or recording or hanging out. You order all of us round, you make demands. You’re firm with everyone. If you think someone is doing something wrong or something you don’t like, you don’t sugarcoat it. But when you talk to him, you’re different. You say things softer. You ask him to do things, you don’t command it. You relax. And when you watch him, you smile. Just a little. You always smile just a little.”
“Maybe that’s because he listens to me and doesn’t question everything like the rest of you!” Gackt answered defensively, hoping Chacha did not see the blush now burning his cheeks.
“It’s okay,” Chacha smiled, grabbing his jacket. “He loves you too,” he said and exited the studio room, leaving the singer lost in thought.