[Fanfiction] Day and Night
Author: inkcharm_666
Title: Day And Night
Warnings: one-shot, fluff, smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All people mentioned in this story are real people. I do not mean to slight them with this work of fiction, nor to I mean to suggest their life really looks like this. I make no profit out of this story, it is written merely for fun and entertainment of other fans.
Notes: For plain_ornament - I hope this is what you imagined when you worded the request.
Summary: A day and a night in a pool in Hawaii. Real efforts and surreal pleasure after a concert.
Day and Night
Summer. Sun. Bright blue sky. The air tasted like heat, the wind smelled like sunscreen. It was death shrouded in pink beach balls and ice cream spoons; suffering masked with scent of plastic and chlorine. His right cheek felt sticky. He never wanted to move again.
“Papa!“
He was almost asleep. Drifting in the water, suspended by a bright green intertube that was flotation device and cushion all at the same time. The air was full of sounds that barely even reached him. Splashing water, his wife giggling somewhere in the background, his band mates keeping his son entertained. Perfect. Almost asleep. Just drifting.
“Papa!“
The tour had been long and exhausting. Hawaii's sun was beating down on him even in his safe haven of swimming pool water and the darkness behind sunglasses. There was nothing more he wanted from life right now then to just stay right here, half asleep and not moving a muscle, just dangling from the plastic intertube that kept his upper body dry. Every movement in this heat was insufferable, every thought required more effort than he was willing to put up. He just couldn't deal today.
“Papa!”
Something wet tugged on his wrist. It made him grunt softly. The intertube bobbed and squeaked as small hands grabbed on to it. Oh god. It was the kid; had to be. He was doomed. Seemed that his tactic of ignoring the tiny devil was backfiring, as his son kept tugging on his wrist and bracelets as though he truly expected his father to pay attention and entertain him. There was hardly any prospect as horrible as that right now.
“Papa. Mama says you have to play with me or leave the pool.”
He had been wrong, it seemed. Slowly, Hyde cracked his eyes open and blinked. Despite the sunglasses the world had that strange, red tint of having the sun shine on your eyelids for too long. Hiroki's face was mere centimeters from Hyde's own, an overeager expression in his wide dark eyes. The singer new that expression all too well. He had taught it to his son, after all, expecting it to be used on the brat's mother, not on HIM. He was the cool rock star father. He wasn't supposed to be subjected to his own tricks.
“Why?” he croaked, unwilling to move.
Hiroki grinned broadely, droplets of water dripping from a nose that was shaping out like Megumi's and lips that started to look suspiciously like Hyde's. It wasn't a good sign. The kid was growing cuter by the day, and more irresistible with it. It was why Hyde found himself unable to just dunk the kid under water and be done with it for the next few seconds at least. Instead, he pursed his lips comically until his son rolled his eyes and gave him a sweet kiss.
“There. I love you, Papa. Can we play now?”
“Do I have to move?”
“Please?”
Oh, and who could possibly deny that boy when he was pleading? Hyde reached out to tangle his hands in his son's wet hair, and kisses his cheek affectionately. “Go easy on your papa, ne? I'm still tired...”
Hiroki rolled his eyes once more, ruffled his father's damp hair and slipped into the water once more, paddling away to fetch one of the beach balls.
“That's because you're getting old” he remarked as though it was a fact. Hyde heard his band mates sniggering and glared - at them and the camera man for good measure, knowing that this afternoon would once again provide excellent family-less DVD material as well as a nice holiday video for him, Megumi and Hiroki to enjoy. Mostly for the two of them to enjoy at his expense, of course.
Hyde had no idea how he survived what followed. He was jumped on, splashed, dunked under water, chased through the whole pool, and happened to lose every single game they played because he could hardly muster the energy to even pretend to make an effort. Still, Hiroki wanted to play with his papa, so his papa played with him. Even if it involved trying to kick a beach ball and missing it by several meters much to the delight of everyone else lounging around the pool. Which was basically everyone. Revenge, sweet revenge, as soon as he didn't feel like drowning himself just so he wouldn't have to move anymore.
It took two hours for Hiroki to have pity on him, paddle into his arms and hug him tightly. With a kiss on the cheek he was free from the clutches of his son, though at this point he was at least starting to wake up. His return into the embrace of the green intertube was marked by him watching the others goof around, occasionally commenting, and trying to reach another beach ball with his foot for the camera. Each time a smile tugged at his lips something also tugged at his heart. No matter how much he groaned, the truth was that he really, truly loved this.
Eventually, their little gathering broke up. After a lot of begging Megumi allowed the other band members to take Hiroki to a nearby fast food place, because every once in a while she figured it wouldn't hurt to throw him a bone to reward him for not adopting his father's eating habits. When the last staff member had slipped away she turned towards the pool.
“Hideto.”
His cheek was comfortably resting on the bright plastic once more. His lower body dangled in the cool water. Life was truly perfect like this.
“Hideto.”
A few splashes of water hit his face and Hyde wrinkled his nose. They just had to make him more miserable today. Slowly, he raised his head and paddled to the edge of the pool where Megumi was perched. He refused to give up his intertube, though. It had been his only kind companion today, allowing him to simply rest.
However, Megumi knew just how to get rid of competition. She cupped her husband's cheek and tilted his head until she could kiss him sweetly.
Well, this was nice, too. Much nicer than the damn plastic thing keeping him afloat, actually. “I'll be right back”, he promised and dipped under. For a moment his world was pleasantly cool and weightless and dark, for his eyes were closed. Floating like a melody or lyrics for a new song falling off his lips.
And then he resurfaced, sucked in warm air and sighed. While Hyde loved surreal moments like being suspended under water, what he loved even more was the vision of his wife by the pool side. Dark hair kissing smooth white skin, and of course there was that certain kind of smile. Just a whisper of a smile actually; a tiny curve of the corners of her lips that made Hyde think if people were willing to start a war over Helena of Troy, he was most certainly willing to single-handedly unite the world in peace over Oishi Megumi.
Pushing the intertube aside, Hyde paddled to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out of the water far enough for another kiss. Hyde remembered how once Megumi pulled him into the bathtub with her as he was fully clothed, and figured this is as good a time as any to make them even again. She was so very beautiful tonight.
They struggle playfully with each other, but Megumi won't resist him in this; they both know that. She smiled into his kissed and tried to squirm out of her shoes to save them from the water if nothing else. And then Hyde's grip on her tightened a little and he pulled and she yelped as she fell into the water and into his embrace.
„It's cold...“ Calloused fingertips slid over her shoulderblades and curled around her arms. Droplets of water ran over her skin. One caught on her lower lip and she shivered. „You like it, hm?“
He couldn't deny that. The water lapped at their skin, hardened her nipples. The body in his arms was still warm, but cooling rapidly.
„Hideto...“ she murmured as he navigated them to where his feet reach the ground just firmly enough. Should they be doing this? Probably not. But they were here in Hawaii, and everything was so surreal. Just like the moonlight on the water this situation seemed as though it couldn't possibly be more than a dream. If they did this, would they get caught? Would it even be real or just another perfect memory made so far from everything they called home; so far they were each other's only connection to the real world right now. Or maybe they were a path to another world, far beyond and just close enough to glimpse tonight. He was tired and exhausted and worn out, but still everything seemed pefect to him, from his son tormenting him to his wife in his arms right now.
Hyde's breath ghosted over her ear and she pressed closer. It had been too long since he had been able to treat her like this, like the most precious being, something to be worshipped and treasured. Long tours always made him long for her all the more. They would catch each other if they fell, and so tonight they delved into the danger and the risk and tumbled down with one another.
„Hideto...“
They weren't naked. But sometimes you have to do without everything you'd have at home in bed. Sometimes just being has to be enough, and so all the did was pull down or to the side, staying clothed with just enough room to move. Megumi teased and resisted and pretended that she was too worried about being caught to do this. But in the end, she yielded, wrapping her arms around Hyde's shoulders and her legs around her husband's hips, and she forgot that the water was cold and her clothes were wet because there he was.
Megumi was pressed against the edge of the pool, hanging onto the smooth stone and Hyde's familiar body. They moved in unison, against each other and with each other, rubbing and feeling and grinding ever so softly. The soft sound of splashing water swallowed the sounds of kisses and pleasure drawn from them.
„Hideto“, she whispered.
„Megumi...“ was the husky answer.
Water ran over their skin. Water made them melt into each other. Water cooled them and warmed them and surrounded them, and they were alone in this strange world of breaking light and silent splashing, drifting and holding on to each other.
Exhaustion and heat didn't matter. In the end Hyde loved this; sharing the day with their son and the night with his wife.
Summer night. Moonlight. Ink blue sky. The air tasted light, the wind smelled like sunkissed skin. It was pure, exhilerating life shrouded in dark hotel pools and Megumi's parted lips; love masked with the scent of sex and chlorine. There was starlight in her eyes. He never wanted to leave again.
~*~
The End
Title: Day And Night
Warnings: one-shot, fluff, smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All people mentioned in this story are real people. I do not mean to slight them with this work of fiction, nor to I mean to suggest their life really looks like this. I make no profit out of this story, it is written merely for fun and entertainment of other fans.
Notes: For plain_ornament - I hope this is what you imagined when you worded the request.
Summary: A day and a night in a pool in Hawaii. Real efforts and surreal pleasure after a concert.
Day and Night
Summer. Sun. Bright blue sky. The air tasted like heat, the wind smelled like sunscreen. It was death shrouded in pink beach balls and ice cream spoons; suffering masked with scent of plastic and chlorine. His right cheek felt sticky. He never wanted to move again.
“Papa!“
He was almost asleep. Drifting in the water, suspended by a bright green intertube that was flotation device and cushion all at the same time. The air was full of sounds that barely even reached him. Splashing water, his wife giggling somewhere in the background, his band mates keeping his son entertained. Perfect. Almost asleep. Just drifting.
“Papa!“
The tour had been long and exhausting. Hawaii's sun was beating down on him even in his safe haven of swimming pool water and the darkness behind sunglasses. There was nothing more he wanted from life right now then to just stay right here, half asleep and not moving a muscle, just dangling from the plastic intertube that kept his upper body dry. Every movement in this heat was insufferable, every thought required more effort than he was willing to put up. He just couldn't deal today.
“Papa!”
Something wet tugged on his wrist. It made him grunt softly. The intertube bobbed and squeaked as small hands grabbed on to it. Oh god. It was the kid; had to be. He was doomed. Seemed that his tactic of ignoring the tiny devil was backfiring, as his son kept tugging on his wrist and bracelets as though he truly expected his father to pay attention and entertain him. There was hardly any prospect as horrible as that right now.
“Papa. Mama says you have to play with me or leave the pool.”
He had been wrong, it seemed. Slowly, Hyde cracked his eyes open and blinked. Despite the sunglasses the world had that strange, red tint of having the sun shine on your eyelids for too long. Hiroki's face was mere centimeters from Hyde's own, an overeager expression in his wide dark eyes. The singer new that expression all too well. He had taught it to his son, after all, expecting it to be used on the brat's mother, not on HIM. He was the cool rock star father. He wasn't supposed to be subjected to his own tricks.
“Why?” he croaked, unwilling to move.
Hiroki grinned broadely, droplets of water dripping from a nose that was shaping out like Megumi's and lips that started to look suspiciously like Hyde's. It wasn't a good sign. The kid was growing cuter by the day, and more irresistible with it. It was why Hyde found himself unable to just dunk the kid under water and be done with it for the next few seconds at least. Instead, he pursed his lips comically until his son rolled his eyes and gave him a sweet kiss.
“There. I love you, Papa. Can we play now?”
“Do I have to move?”
“Please?”
Oh, and who could possibly deny that boy when he was pleading? Hyde reached out to tangle his hands in his son's wet hair, and kisses his cheek affectionately. “Go easy on your papa, ne? I'm still tired...”
Hiroki rolled his eyes once more, ruffled his father's damp hair and slipped into the water once more, paddling away to fetch one of the beach balls.
“That's because you're getting old” he remarked as though it was a fact. Hyde heard his band mates sniggering and glared - at them and the camera man for good measure, knowing that this afternoon would once again provide excellent family-less DVD material as well as a nice holiday video for him, Megumi and Hiroki to enjoy. Mostly for the two of them to enjoy at his expense, of course.
Hyde had no idea how he survived what followed. He was jumped on, splashed, dunked under water, chased through the whole pool, and happened to lose every single game they played because he could hardly muster the energy to even pretend to make an effort. Still, Hiroki wanted to play with his papa, so his papa played with him. Even if it involved trying to kick a beach ball and missing it by several meters much to the delight of everyone else lounging around the pool. Which was basically everyone. Revenge, sweet revenge, as soon as he didn't feel like drowning himself just so he wouldn't have to move anymore.
It took two hours for Hiroki to have pity on him, paddle into his arms and hug him tightly. With a kiss on the cheek he was free from the clutches of his son, though at this point he was at least starting to wake up. His return into the embrace of the green intertube was marked by him watching the others goof around, occasionally commenting, and trying to reach another beach ball with his foot for the camera. Each time a smile tugged at his lips something also tugged at his heart. No matter how much he groaned, the truth was that he really, truly loved this.
Eventually, their little gathering broke up. After a lot of begging Megumi allowed the other band members to take Hiroki to a nearby fast food place, because every once in a while she figured it wouldn't hurt to throw him a bone to reward him for not adopting his father's eating habits. When the last staff member had slipped away she turned towards the pool.
“Hideto.”
His cheek was comfortably resting on the bright plastic once more. His lower body dangled in the cool water. Life was truly perfect like this.
“Hideto.”
A few splashes of water hit his face and Hyde wrinkled his nose. They just had to make him more miserable today. Slowly, he raised his head and paddled to the edge of the pool where Megumi was perched. He refused to give up his intertube, though. It had been his only kind companion today, allowing him to simply rest.
However, Megumi knew just how to get rid of competition. She cupped her husband's cheek and tilted his head until she could kiss him sweetly.
Well, this was nice, too. Much nicer than the damn plastic thing keeping him afloat, actually. “I'll be right back”, he promised and dipped under. For a moment his world was pleasantly cool and weightless and dark, for his eyes were closed. Floating like a melody or lyrics for a new song falling off his lips.
And then he resurfaced, sucked in warm air and sighed. While Hyde loved surreal moments like being suspended under water, what he loved even more was the vision of his wife by the pool side. Dark hair kissing smooth white skin, and of course there was that certain kind of smile. Just a whisper of a smile actually; a tiny curve of the corners of her lips that made Hyde think if people were willing to start a war over Helena of Troy, he was most certainly willing to single-handedly unite the world in peace over Oishi Megumi.
Pushing the intertube aside, Hyde paddled to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out of the water far enough for another kiss. Hyde remembered how once Megumi pulled him into the bathtub with her as he was fully clothed, and figured this is as good a time as any to make them even again. She was so very beautiful tonight.
They struggle playfully with each other, but Megumi won't resist him in this; they both know that. She smiled into his kissed and tried to squirm out of her shoes to save them from the water if nothing else. And then Hyde's grip on her tightened a little and he pulled and she yelped as she fell into the water and into his embrace.
„It's cold...“ Calloused fingertips slid over her shoulderblades and curled around her arms. Droplets of water ran over her skin. One caught on her lower lip and she shivered. „You like it, hm?“
He couldn't deny that. The water lapped at their skin, hardened her nipples. The body in his arms was still warm, but cooling rapidly.
„Hideto...“ she murmured as he navigated them to where his feet reach the ground just firmly enough. Should they be doing this? Probably not. But they were here in Hawaii, and everything was so surreal. Just like the moonlight on the water this situation seemed as though it couldn't possibly be more than a dream. If they did this, would they get caught? Would it even be real or just another perfect memory made so far from everything they called home; so far they were each other's only connection to the real world right now. Or maybe they were a path to another world, far beyond and just close enough to glimpse tonight. He was tired and exhausted and worn out, but still everything seemed pefect to him, from his son tormenting him to his wife in his arms right now.
Hyde's breath ghosted over her ear and she pressed closer. It had been too long since he had been able to treat her like this, like the most precious being, something to be worshipped and treasured. Long tours always made him long for her all the more. They would catch each other if they fell, and so tonight they delved into the danger and the risk and tumbled down with one another.
„Hideto...“
They weren't naked. But sometimes you have to do without everything you'd have at home in bed. Sometimes just being has to be enough, and so all the did was pull down or to the side, staying clothed with just enough room to move. Megumi teased and resisted and pretended that she was too worried about being caught to do this. But in the end, she yielded, wrapping her arms around Hyde's shoulders and her legs around her husband's hips, and she forgot that the water was cold and her clothes were wet because there he was.
Megumi was pressed against the edge of the pool, hanging onto the smooth stone and Hyde's familiar body. They moved in unison, against each other and with each other, rubbing and feeling and grinding ever so softly. The soft sound of splashing water swallowed the sounds of kisses and pleasure drawn from them.
„Hideto“, she whispered.
„Megumi...“ was the husky answer.
Water ran over their skin. Water made them melt into each other. Water cooled them and warmed them and surrounded them, and they were alone in this strange world of breaking light and silent splashing, drifting and holding on to each other.
Exhaustion and heat didn't matter. In the end Hyde loved this; sharing the day with their son and the night with his wife.
Summer night. Moonlight. Ink blue sky. The air tasted light, the wind smelled like sunkissed skin. It was pure, exhilerating life shrouded in dark hotel pools and Megumi's parted lips; love masked with the scent of sex and chlorine. There was starlight in her eyes. He never wanted to leave again.
~*~
The End