A night to remember
Title: A night to remember
Author: me
Pairing: Heath & Sugizo *Rose & Hakuei will please forgive me this innocent one-shot*
Genre: this really was supposed to be innocent…but you know Sugizo. And Heath, too.
Rating: PG 18
Warnings: Sugizo, Heath, my obsession for bones & unhealthy eating, mentions of alcohol consuming, smoking & sex.
A/N: for Kure who must have waited for so long because I have the Alzheimer and forgot. And for Seví because Shinya belongs me and Sugihara belongs to Seví.
UPD: Did I say THIS was supposed to be an one-shot? I am a liar. Gackt forgive me.
Teaser? “It’s but a night to remember. Forget the presence, forget the morning hangover and forget him.”
The air is hot, thick and humid. Lazily, Sugizo lifts his hand and takes a slow drag from his cigarette: immediately, he pulls a face because even the smoke feels too heavy and his head spins a little from the nicotine he was so looking forward to just an hour earlier.
Screw summer.
Yeah.
*
Flashback I: Summer 2001
Hakuei’s back moves under Sugizo’s hungry palms. Hakuei’s teeth squeeze the sensitive flesh of his earlobe and Sugizo says “fuck” and hisses because it hurts.
It hurts so well. Usually, he is the one who’ll run nails or teeth up and down Hakuei’s spine and inner thighs as he pleases to and who enjoys Hakuei’s more or less audible fucks and yeahs.
Sometimes, changes feel so good.
In his crotch and lower abdomen, Sugizo feels the familiar heath rise: it reminds him of a ball of fire rolling slowly up the hill.
Up the hill because pleasure has to reach its peek, doesn’t it?
Flashback II: late spring, 2002
Sugizo likes warmth because he hates the coldness. But no one can say he really loves summer. Ask Hakuei why, he says sometimes with a small, almost sardonic smile. But only when he’s alone and no one sees him.
If there’s something Sugizo hates more than being dumped or heartbroken, those are the secret or open pitiful glances and whispers (“this is Sugizo…you know he was told to have a secret romance…relationship…affair…crush on Hakuei…yeah, he dumped him. Hakuei did. Yeah, what a moron…”)
Only when being too drunk to lie to himself, Sugizo admits he added the last sentence to his inner monologue. He wished Hakuei would regret he’d let him go.
At least, Sugizo hopes Hakuei had his fun.
Later the evening, after finishing the call with the mother of his daughter and the light & meaning of his life and after brushing his teeth and splashing a lot of cold water over his face in attempt to cool his heated forehead and cheeks, Sugizo eventually looks in the mirror and studies his face & explores a few new wrinkles.
Shit happens, Sugizo says quietly. There’s a small smile on his lips.
Shit happens.
*
“Shit happens,” Sugizo says gently when trying to wipe off the beer off his leather coat. Heath apologizes once, twice, three times, six times.
(Just don’t look back, don’t look back, forward, always forward…)
Heath hands his the paper towel (after offering the bartender lady his trademark shy smile, she just laughed at the incident and handed him the full roll. Heath bows twice, thanks with his smile and bows once again. He’s impossible, really! Spilling his beer over Sugizo’s coat…)
Sugizo waves off his seventh apology and his gaze turns back to the soft leather fabric…and down Heath’s leather coated legs and boots.
“Nice boots,” Sugizo says without any relevance to the poor coat, Heath stops handing him the towels and Sugizo’s eyes lift until they meet Heath’s gaze and eventually, there’s a twitch of Heath’s lips and Heath hide a small smile in his dark ebony hair.
Sugizo laughs: the intensity of his laughter gets somewhat lost in the loud atmosphere of the heavy & humid Yokohama night - but Sugizo bets Heath can hear him laugh.
“I’m being stupid, ain’t I?”
“No, no…never…”
While his beginnings with Hakuei had never been smooth & easy, talking to Heath and sharing a few glasses of their favorite beverage has always been fine & easy.
Always.
*
Flashback III: early spring 1993
hide’s vibrant magenta-pink-coppery red-whatever hair catches Sugizo’s eyes first: Sugizo waves back and pushes off whoever his name is aside. He can afford: hide-sama knows him. That’s all what matters right now.
Sugizo is young and proud and everything works so well and hide is high and laughs and talks and orders next three rounds for everyone: Sugizo likes this night and Sugizo likes himself most of all. He wears a black leather vest & leather pants & his heavy boots sound so nice when hitting the wooden floor. Somebody hands him his drink and he nods - and shortly after, the alcohol heats up his throat and spreads its warm fingers through all the veins and vessels.
What an evening!
“This is Heath. He’s …bassist…X Japan…Taiji…Yoshiki…sake or Absinthe?...it’s getting a little hot in here…Heath said…yeah?”
“Nice to meet you…cool…did you call him and said that…? hide-sama…who did WHAT?!”
“Cool…”
Cool.
*
“Do you remember when…?”
“I do. And do you remember XY saying…, and AB said that…, and then, EF screamed and we…?”
“I do.”
I do…
*
Sugizo’s fingers reach for his glass and they miss it: both him & Heath laugh at it and Heath leans forward and his long finger pushes the cold glass just right into Sugizo’s hand.
The air is still thick & humid & it takes both him and Heath to finish their cigarettes. Phil Collins sings something about the air tonight and Sugizo knows that this is night is going to be “a little difficult yet a night to remember”.
Right now, he has just no clue why this night’s going to be special, though.
*
“It’s but a night to remember. Forget the presence, forget the morning hangover and forget him,” Heath whispers to him two hours later and Sugizo obeys and forgets everything.
Just to remember later.
*
This night’s going to be special.
The heat and Heath are to blame.
**