HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
Title: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
Genre: Romance
Rating: R- sexual situations
Pairing: Gackt/You
Summary: Gackt and You celebrate You's birthday
Notes: In my universe Chacha & Ren are a couple, and live in Gackt's house-- sometimes
Inspired by You's diary entry about the KISS camera
Warning: SAP- may induce sugar shock
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
The sky was gray. Cold mist filled the air, bone-chillingly cold. But the tall dark-haired man couldn't feel a thing in his excitement. He smiled and hummed as he almost danced along the street, snapping photos of everything. He stooped down to focus tightly on a single drop of rain that clung to a golden leaf, magnifying a black dot on the leaf.
Gackt stood back watching his soul-mate, smiling at the man who drew such childlike pleasure from the simplest things. The man who made his world shine. Even in this weather. "So, what are you going to name this one?" he asked. He shivered in the cold mist, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets.
You turned to look at him. "Huh? I don't know, I hadn't thought about it. It's beautiful, powerful, sleek, fast. What do you think?"
"Maybe 'impala'."
"What's impala?"
"Kind of an African deer. They're beautiful, sleek, very fast. Live in herds. And you have enough cameras now to have a herd," Gackt teased.
You looked to be deep in thought. "Hn." He smiled at Gackt, a sultry invitation in his eyes. "Maybe just leave it at KISS," he murmured. "It's beautiful, powerful, and the shutter action is soft as a kiss...." All thought just went out of his head as he met the other's blue eyes. Then he noticed the vocalist shivering in the cold. "Come on, Ga-chan, let's go home."
They entered the house, toed off their shoes, and hung their coats in the closet. Then You took Gackt's hand and pulled him toward their rooms.
"You-nii, I was just going to make tea," Gackt protested as he tried to pull away and head for the kitchen.
"You need more than tea," You declared.
"But You-nii..."
You stopped and turned to face him. He kissed him gently. "Just listen to me for once. Humor me, it's my birthday." Then they were off down the hall again.
You led the singer into the bathroom where he proceeded to undress the man. As he unbuttoned his shirt Gackt said, "I can do this. I should be doing this for you. It's your birthday."
You kissed him again. "No, let me. It's like unwrapping another gift. A gift more precious than any other."
He pulled Gackt into the shower with him, letting the hot spray warm the chilled skin of his lover. Then he grabbed soap and sea sponge and gently started to wash him, kissing down his neck and across his collarbones, driving them both crazy. "I want you, Satoru. I want to feel you, hot and tight around me; I want to feel you so deep and hard inside me. Please," You whispered into his lover's ear as he ran his tongue around the outer shell, then dipped languidly inside. That lasted all of about five seconds before devolving into soapy, wet, sinfully torrid shower sex; which left both men weak-kneed and panting. Laughing, they kissed, and both picked up the soap and sponges and began washing. Again. Before the water started to turn cold.
~~~~~~
You lay on the bed spooned around his soul-mate. The smaller man lay curled on his side, one hand tucked under his pillow, the other fisted loosely near his chest. You cradled him, slender body curved to fit the other. His hand resting lightly on the other's slender, muscular thigh. Both slept soundly, the room still perfumed by the scent of sex. Long, hot, thorough, satisfying, soul-searing sex. You had thought vaguely about another shower, but.... "Happy birthday to me," he whispered as he fell asleep against his lover.
Chacha knocked softly on the door, receiving no answer. He pushed it open quietly. The room was shadowed by the gray twilight that managed to filter through the drapes. Enough to illuminate, but not to intrude. He looked at the two figures together on the bed. 'Beautiful,' he thought. Smooth pale skin accented by the darker tone of the arm that rested along the pale thigh; perfectly fitted together, as if made for each other; tousled dark hair mingling together on the pillows. He smiled at the two, happy that they had been able to find and love each other for so many years. Gods knew this business was tough on even the strongest of relationships. Gackt moved in his sleep, snuggling closer, if possible, into the warm body behind him. You murmured in his sleep, and kissed the other's hair.
Ren found Chacha standing in the hallway. "Are they coming?" he asked, then, "Awww," as he peeked in the door. He opened his mouth to wake the two lovers, but Chacha grabbed his arm, "Shh, don't." He moved quietly into the room and picked up a faux fur cover that was trailing off the end of the bed. He gently placed it over the two sleeping men and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Come on," he said to Ren. "Let them sleep. Some things are more important than dinner."
"But what about the party?" Ren asked.
"It won't be the first time the party starts without them." 'And with luck it won't be the last.'
fin
Genre: Romance
Rating: R- sexual situations
Pairing: Gackt/You
Summary: Gackt and You celebrate You's birthday
Notes: In my universe Chacha & Ren are a couple, and live in Gackt's house-- sometimes
Inspired by You's diary entry about the KISS camera
Warning: SAP- may induce sugar shock
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
The sky was gray. Cold mist filled the air, bone-chillingly cold. But the tall dark-haired man couldn't feel a thing in his excitement. He smiled and hummed as he almost danced along the street, snapping photos of everything. He stooped down to focus tightly on a single drop of rain that clung to a golden leaf, magnifying a black dot on the leaf.
Gackt stood back watching his soul-mate, smiling at the man who drew such childlike pleasure from the simplest things. The man who made his world shine. Even in this weather. "So, what are you going to name this one?" he asked. He shivered in the cold mist, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets.
You turned to look at him. "Huh? I don't know, I hadn't thought about it. It's beautiful, powerful, sleek, fast. What do you think?"
"Maybe 'impala'."
"What's impala?"
"Kind of an African deer. They're beautiful, sleek, very fast. Live in herds. And you have enough cameras now to have a herd," Gackt teased.
You looked to be deep in thought. "Hn." He smiled at Gackt, a sultry invitation in his eyes. "Maybe just leave it at KISS," he murmured. "It's beautiful, powerful, and the shutter action is soft as a kiss...." All thought just went out of his head as he met the other's blue eyes. Then he noticed the vocalist shivering in the cold. "Come on, Ga-chan, let's go home."
They entered the house, toed off their shoes, and hung their coats in the closet. Then You took Gackt's hand and pulled him toward their rooms.
"You-nii, I was just going to make tea," Gackt protested as he tried to pull away and head for the kitchen.
"You need more than tea," You declared.
"But You-nii..."
You stopped and turned to face him. He kissed him gently. "Just listen to me for once. Humor me, it's my birthday." Then they were off down the hall again.
You led the singer into the bathroom where he proceeded to undress the man. As he unbuttoned his shirt Gackt said, "I can do this. I should be doing this for you. It's your birthday."
You kissed him again. "No, let me. It's like unwrapping another gift. A gift more precious than any other."
He pulled Gackt into the shower with him, letting the hot spray warm the chilled skin of his lover. Then he grabbed soap and sea sponge and gently started to wash him, kissing down his neck and across his collarbones, driving them both crazy. "I want you, Satoru. I want to feel you, hot and tight around me; I want to feel you so deep and hard inside me. Please," You whispered into his lover's ear as he ran his tongue around the outer shell, then dipped languidly inside. That lasted all of about five seconds before devolving into soapy, wet, sinfully torrid shower sex; which left both men weak-kneed and panting. Laughing, they kissed, and both picked up the soap and sponges and began washing. Again. Before the water started to turn cold.
~~~~~~
You lay on the bed spooned around his soul-mate. The smaller man lay curled on his side, one hand tucked under his pillow, the other fisted loosely near his chest. You cradled him, slender body curved to fit the other. His hand resting lightly on the other's slender, muscular thigh. Both slept soundly, the room still perfumed by the scent of sex. Long, hot, thorough, satisfying, soul-searing sex. You had thought vaguely about another shower, but.... "Happy birthday to me," he whispered as he fell asleep against his lover.
Chacha knocked softly on the door, receiving no answer. He pushed it open quietly. The room was shadowed by the gray twilight that managed to filter through the drapes. Enough to illuminate, but not to intrude. He looked at the two figures together on the bed. 'Beautiful,' he thought. Smooth pale skin accented by the darker tone of the arm that rested along the pale thigh; perfectly fitted together, as if made for each other; tousled dark hair mingling together on the pillows. He smiled at the two, happy that they had been able to find and love each other for so many years. Gods knew this business was tough on even the strongest of relationships. Gackt moved in his sleep, snuggling closer, if possible, into the warm body behind him. You murmured in his sleep, and kissed the other's hair.
Ren found Chacha standing in the hallway. "Are they coming?" he asked, then, "Awww," as he peeked in the door. He opened his mouth to wake the two lovers, but Chacha grabbed his arm, "Shh, don't." He moved quietly into the room and picked up a faux fur cover that was trailing off the end of the bed. He gently placed it over the two sleeping men and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Come on," he said to Ren. "Let them sleep. Some things are more important than dinner."
"But what about the party?" Ren asked.
"It won't be the first time the party starts without them." 'And with luck it won't be the last.'
fin