MISSING YOU
Title: MISSING YOU
Rating: g
Pairing: You/Gackt
Summary: Kami's birthday is approaching
Notes: contains references to an earlier, longer fic, but stands well enough on its own. I'll get around to posting the other sometime--just have to find the notebook it's in.
MISSING YOU
Gackt sat on the floor in front of the fire. It was cold and gray, and the fire felt good. Dressed in black jeans, thick warm socks, and silvery gray sweater, he was warming slowly from walking the dog with You. He leaned back against the couch, writing.
You came in from the kitchen and handed him a mug of brandied coffee. "Here," he smiled, "it'll help thaw out your nose."
Gackt looked up from his work, smiling in acknowledgment. "Thanks, Youkun." He took the steaming mug in both hands gratefully, and watched You walk back to the kitchen. A heavy cream colored cotton knit sweater covered him- unfortunately- from chin to hip; but, with the perfectly fitted jeans, his attention was drawn- again- to that perfectly beautiful ass. 'Damn, You! What have you done to me?' he thought. Even the thick creamy cotton socks seemed to slouch seductively around his ankles--what little he could see of them. 'Does almost every thought of the man have to go back to sex? Is that bad?' He sighed appreciatively.
Belle followed You closely back and forth. If You was in the kitchen, there was going to be food! And, of course, he couldn't disappoint her. She came trotting back from the kitchen and flopped back into her basket by the fire. If dogs could smile, she was grinning from ear to ear.
"You spoil her, you know," Gackt looked up from his work. "She knows how easy you are," he said with a grin.
"Yeah, well, that makes two of you now, doesn't it?" You returned, laughing. He sat with his coffee behind Gackt on the couch, picking up his book from the cushion. He leaned back on the arm of the couch, stretching one obscenely long leg out straight; the other bent to prop up his book.
As he sat reading he let his hand play idly through the other's hair and down his neck, stroking the sensitive skin gently. Gackt closed his eyes for a moment savoring the touch. He sighed in pleasure, then returned to his work, smiling.
You let his book fall against his chest. 'Just a few months ago this would not have happened,' he thought. Any interruption to his train of thought would have precipitated an argument, and Gackt would have stormed upstairs to work. Alone, perhaps for days. But now... You smiled. 'Our "vacation" in Kyoto has done wonders for you, Gachan,' he thought, 'and for me.' He smiled as he watched the vocalist. The pen in his hand seemed to move of its own volition over the pages without any conscious thought from the writer. He had only to guide it, and the words flowed onto the paper.
You looked across the room past the piano to the glass wall of the balcony. "It's snowing," he said softly.
Gackt looked up from the yellow legal pad and watched the gentle fall of big feathery flakes. Suddenly, his mood changed, and he grew pensive and seemed to withdraw into himself. It was almost imperceptible, but You knew the signs. Gackt gripped the pen tighter, and stared, unseeing, past the snow. Then he dropped his eyes, and a tear chased down his cheek. You brushed it gently away.
"It's Kami, isn't it?" He let his fingers linger on the soft skin. You knew that Gackt still missed the man. A fleeting thought or scent or sound would bring memories flooding back, sometimes overwhelming in their intensity. You had learned not to be jealous, that the drummer would always be a part of his lover's heart, and rightly so. But Gackt had finally realized that loving You did not make him disloyal to Kami. The guilt that had almost crushed him slowly receded as he realized that Kami would always be with him; the one voice in his head, the one apparition he didn't want to go away.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Youkun." He turned his head into the touch and kissed the soothing fingers.
"No, Gaku, don't be sorry. It's ok... You're going this year, right?"
"Yes, in a few weeks.... You could come," Gackt said wistfully.
"No, Gachan, that time is for you, and for his parents, and for Kami. I can help you now, be here for you when it starts to hurt too much. But that time is special, and I will be here when you come back."
fin
Rating: g
Pairing: You/Gackt
Summary: Kami's birthday is approaching
Notes: contains references to an earlier, longer fic, but stands well enough on its own. I'll get around to posting the other sometime--just have to find the notebook it's in.
MISSING YOU
Gackt sat on the floor in front of the fire. It was cold and gray, and the fire felt good. Dressed in black jeans, thick warm socks, and silvery gray sweater, he was warming slowly from walking the dog with You. He leaned back against the couch, writing.
You came in from the kitchen and handed him a mug of brandied coffee. "Here," he smiled, "it'll help thaw out your nose."
Gackt looked up from his work, smiling in acknowledgment. "Thanks, Youkun." He took the steaming mug in both hands gratefully, and watched You walk back to the kitchen. A heavy cream colored cotton knit sweater covered him- unfortunately- from chin to hip; but, with the perfectly fitted jeans, his attention was drawn- again- to that perfectly beautiful ass. 'Damn, You! What have you done to me?' he thought. Even the thick creamy cotton socks seemed to slouch seductively around his ankles--what little he could see of them. 'Does almost every thought of the man have to go back to sex? Is that bad?' He sighed appreciatively.
Belle followed You closely back and forth. If You was in the kitchen, there was going to be food! And, of course, he couldn't disappoint her. She came trotting back from the kitchen and flopped back into her basket by the fire. If dogs could smile, she was grinning from ear to ear.
"You spoil her, you know," Gackt looked up from his work. "She knows how easy you are," he said with a grin.
"Yeah, well, that makes two of you now, doesn't it?" You returned, laughing. He sat with his coffee behind Gackt on the couch, picking up his book from the cushion. He leaned back on the arm of the couch, stretching one obscenely long leg out straight; the other bent to prop up his book.
As he sat reading he let his hand play idly through the other's hair and down his neck, stroking the sensitive skin gently. Gackt closed his eyes for a moment savoring the touch. He sighed in pleasure, then returned to his work, smiling.
You let his book fall against his chest. 'Just a few months ago this would not have happened,' he thought. Any interruption to his train of thought would have precipitated an argument, and Gackt would have stormed upstairs to work. Alone, perhaps for days. But now... You smiled. 'Our "vacation" in Kyoto has done wonders for you, Gachan,' he thought, 'and for me.' He smiled as he watched the vocalist. The pen in his hand seemed to move of its own volition over the pages without any conscious thought from the writer. He had only to guide it, and the words flowed onto the paper.
You looked across the room past the piano to the glass wall of the balcony. "It's snowing," he said softly.
Gackt looked up from the yellow legal pad and watched the gentle fall of big feathery flakes. Suddenly, his mood changed, and he grew pensive and seemed to withdraw into himself. It was almost imperceptible, but You knew the signs. Gackt gripped the pen tighter, and stared, unseeing, past the snow. Then he dropped his eyes, and a tear chased down his cheek. You brushed it gently away.
"It's Kami, isn't it?" He let his fingers linger on the soft skin. You knew that Gackt still missed the man. A fleeting thought or scent or sound would bring memories flooding back, sometimes overwhelming in their intensity. You had learned not to be jealous, that the drummer would always be a part of his lover's heart, and rightly so. But Gackt had finally realized that loving You did not make him disloyal to Kami. The guilt that had almost crushed him slowly receded as he realized that Kami would always be with him; the one voice in his head, the one apparition he didn't want to go away.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Youkun." He turned his head into the touch and kissed the soothing fingers.
"No, Gaku, don't be sorry. It's ok... You're going this year, right?"
"Yes, in a few weeks.... You could come," Gackt said wistfully.
"No, Gachan, that time is for you, and for his parents, and for Kami. I can help you now, be here for you when it starts to hurt too much. But that time is special, and I will be here when you come back."
fin