one bloody towel later
Pairing: Hyde/Gackt
Rating: T
Summary: It was just one dinner plan that turned into any thing but.
Warning: set in a non-realism world, where Gackt and Hyde are more than friends. My first installment to the Lovers file!
Declaimer: I don’t own either Hyde nor Gackt. :P
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Hyde busied himself with a glass of light wine, as Gackt stood at his stove dressed causally, making their rare occasional dinners together.
“What would you like again Hyde?”
“Rice with curry, please.” The older man called back from the living room, watching the current show of a L’Arc rerun from 2000, Hyde unconsciously began to sing along with his voice as memories took him back.
Gackt, on the other hand, listened intently to his lover, drowning in the voice he loved so much. The soloist began to cut the vegetables with the fluent grace that seemed to be possessed with his actions in whatever he did. Gackt smiled as Hyde continued to sing.
It had been months since the last time they saw each other face to face. Gackt had been working diligently with his DVD and singles while Hyde worked with L’Arc~en~Ciel as well as VAMPS; the two only had rare off nights in which they could talk to each other on their cells.
It was great to be able to see Hyde again after so long without him. Every time he saw the man on Music Station or another show promoting BLESS, and even a little sneak preview of VAMPS, Gackt would feel the swell of love that took him so many years ago.
He’d drown in those familiar big dark brown eyes, the smell of Hyde’s natural scent mixed well with a light tint of cigarette, especially now that he was starting to stop the horrid habit, would fill his senses, Gackt would yearn to feel the familiar silk like texture of Hyde’s short black hair and his ever young skin. Every time without fail, Gackt would fall in love with the angel that captured his heart, his soul.
“Ow damn it!” the soloist cursed suddenly.
“Gacchan? Are you okay?!” breaking his gaze from the big screen, Hyde jumped off the couch and flew towards his younger lover, as he crouched against himself holding his hand; it didn’t take long for Hyde to guess what happened.
“Sorry Hyde, I cut myself a bit,” the blue eyed man smiled shyly, meeting worried brown orbs.
“Come on, we can’t have that get infected.” The vocalist held onto the larger hands of the younger man as he lead them into the large bathroom for a First-Aid kit, Hyde placed the man on the closed toilet seat and began to wet a towel when Gackt made a whine,
“Ah don’t use that Hyde! That cost so much!”
“Do you want to get an infection?”
“No but, can’t you-”
“Gackt!” when ever Hyde would use that tone of voice, Gackt knew he was beat instantly. “Stop being a baby and just let me help you.” Smiling at the rare side of Gackt no one saw, Hyde placed a band-aid on the wounded finger.
“I still don’t like that you had to use that towel Hyde.” The younger man kept pouting, as he made no attempts at leaving the restroom, Hyde closed the kit and placed it back in its respective place in the cabinet.
“And I don’t like seeing you in pain,” the older man said crossing his arms as he made his way to the soloist.
Opening his legs, Gackt took hold of Hyde’s hips and placed him between his legs, keeping hold of the smaller man’s tiny waist. He gazed up into that familiar face, with a pout on his lips
“It’ll take forever to get the blood out though,” pulling the older man to him, letting his head fall onto the small but muscular chest of the vocalist, as arms unwound themselves and held him in a warm embrace.
“It’s only a spot of blood Gacchan, it’s nothing a little bleach won’t take out.” Hyde reasoned, knowing full well that his young lover wouldn’t drop the topic, no matter how ridiculous it was becoming.
“Bleach will ruin the cloth though Hyde! It was really expensive too! Straight from Europe, first class.” Tightening his grip on the older man, Gackt breathed in Hyde’s scent and relaxed a bit, letting a light content smile creep onto his young face.
“Alright then, I’ll make it up to you, are you happy now?” the face of L’Arc~en~Ciel looked down at the star of GacktJOB with a smile on his face; loving the curious and weary eyes of his lover as it contradicted his baby pout.
“How?” falling back into the seat, Gackt watched as Hyde lowered his face until they were a breath away, he could feel his heart beat echoing in his chest as Hyde gave his signature grin, only slightly different in that it was just for him and him alone.
“You’ll see.”
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“This is your way of making it up to me Hyde?” Gackt stated dryly, as he stared at the burnt leftovers of a would have been great dinner, having let Hyde finish making the rice and curry he had previously started had been the wrong idea after all.
“Ah, sorry Gacchan, I guess I’m not used to cooking the curry you make.” Hyde blushed lightly as he poked at the black crust. “But the rice came out fine,”
“Hyde I don’t eat rice, and it doesn’t take a genius to make it either.” Crossing his arms at his older lover, Gackt tried to hide his slight amusement in the other’s blush. It was always a cute scene when Hyde turned pink in embarrassment; though, he was starting to get hungry.
“How about we order out?” he heard the other man suggest.
“This was suppose to be a dinner together.”
“It still will be Gacchan, just not home cooked.” Hyde smiled as he got up from the table and took out his phone, dialing a good take out restaurant and ordering lots of food for the two of them before closing the cell and crossed the room to stand behind his lover. Leaning over until he covered the taller man with his body, Hyde placed his head on Gackt’s shoulder.
“It won’t be the same,” not turning his head to look at the older man, Gackt suddenly felt a familiar sensation hit his spine before warm calloused hands fell from his chest to his torso, playing with his shirt.
“You’re still angry at me?”
“Do I really need to answer that Hyde.” Not letting an ounce of his feelings out into the open for Hyde to see, Gackt felt small hands tug at the hem of his shirt unwinding his arms as they made their way up his chest, a feather like touch began on his neck.
“Come on Gacchan, you’re really going to punish me for trying to help you?” Hyde whispered, gently kissing the base of Gackt’s neck making circles on the younger man’s chest- normally rendering him into a puddle of Gacchan.
“It was a European towel Hyde, first class, rare and very expensive.” Gackt kept a hard face, not letting Hyde’s ministrations break him, no matter how much he wanted too.
“How about I buy you another one?”
“It’s not the same,” the soloist pouted, biting his lip when he felt a large muscle of wetness fondle the back of his ear, one of his most sensitive places only Hyde would know and continuous openly exploit every chance he got to.
The moment he let out that small whimper, Hyde bit down. Eliciting a loud moan.
“Hyde.”
“I’ll make it up to you Gacchan, don’t worry.” Feeling the familiar sensation run down his back, Gackt saw the smile on Hyde’s face and forgot the bloody towel all together.
Hours later, the poor take out man stood in the cold outside of Gackt’s house; watching silhouettes.
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