Busy
Title - Busy
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 2,280
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt returns home after filming a drama but his work is never finished
Notes - set late June/early July. Gackt was working on the Sengoku Basara drama, Moon Saga play and the YFC live all at the same time.
You knew that 6am was far too early for him to consider getting up, but on mornings like this he knew he had no chance of going back to sleep. He was restless, distracted and pre-occupied and it was due to the fact that the space to his left was empty. You glanced over to the side of the bed that should have been occupied by Gackt, and sighed.
Gackt should have returned from filming by now and You had hoped against hope that he’d wake up to the sight of Gackt sleeping soundly next to him. Or maybe, if Gackt had been early enough and awake enough, Gackt might have chosen to wake him up with a few well placed kisses and then they could have spent the rest of the night making up for the two days they’d spent apart.
You had hoped, but deep down he’d known better. He wasn’t worried that Gackt wasn’t there because he knew that the more likely scenario was that Gackt had either collapsed onto the sofa again in a fit of exhaustion, or been dumped there by whatever staff member had drawn the short straw and had to haul Gackt’s tired body inside the home.
You stretched, sighed again and climbed out of bed.
As expected, Gackt’s sleeping form was curled up on one of the sofas in the lobby. He was still fully clothed in denim Capri pants, a designer T-shirt that was now so creased that You knew Gackt would consign it to the trash as soon as he saw it, and Gackt’s feet were clad in those hideous bright orange socks that You wanted to burn but Gackt loved so much. Gackt lay on his side, his knees drawn up as much as the narrow sofa would allow, his fingers gripping the cushion that lay below his head, his hair a stiff mess of styling products and pointing in a million different directions, and his with melted eyeliner decorating his cheek.
By Gackt’s personal standards, he looked hideous. To You, he was as perfect as ever.
You approached him and knelt next to the sofa. Even asleep Gackt still looked tired and stressed and You found himself momentarily longing for the days of a cramped Kyoto apartment, cupboards full of instant ramen and the only stresses being paying the electric bill. At least then Gackt had known how to relax once in a while.
You brushed a lock of hair away from Gackt’s forehead and left a chaste kiss upon the skin he’d just revealed. Gackt’s skin was unusually warm and clammy, but that was just as expected as finding Gackt on the sofa. The harsh filming schedule for the Basara drama coupled with the constant stress of almost single-handedly running the new play, and the upcoming birthday and break up live was enough to make anybody ill. You just hoped that Gackt could contain the fever and oncoming illness before it resulted in a non-voluntary and long hospital visit.
You was so lost in his thoughts and concerns that he almost didn’t notice when a pair of sleepy, deep brown eyes fluttered open and struggled to focus upon him. “What time is it?” Gackt asked quietly, his voice thick with sleep and overwork.
“Just after 6,” You answered. “What time did you get back?”
“Just after 3,” Gackt replied. He stretched his neck as the world was rapidly coming back into wide awake focus. “I need to check the script for the play again so I should….”
“No,” You said firmly, his right hand pushing Gackt back down onto the sofa after the singer had made an attempt to get up. “I know your schedule today and the play rehearsal doesn’t start until 11am. You do not need to be up at 6am.”
Gackt closed his eyes. “I have so much to do, You. I have to check the script, check the set building is on schedule, confirm the costumes and check in with you guys about the soundtrack.”
“None of that needs to be done now,” You said. “Wouldn’t you rather cuddle with your neglected boyfriend for an hour or so?”
Gackt smiled despite his tiredness and stress. “I’d rather spend time with you all day, but I don’t think the theatre critics will take ‘too busy cuddling with my boyfriend’ as an adequate excuse for why the first show of the play sucks.”
You stood with a wince. Although the broken foot he’d suffered while snowboarding with Gackt a couple of months ago was largely healed, it still protested occasionally and reminded You that his body didn’t bounce back from injury as quickly as it once had. You found himself wishing again that Gackt also understood that.
The sofa was narrow, but with a bit of pushing and readjustments You was able to lie down on it too. Now, instead of being curled up around thin air and gripping the pillow with his fingers, Gackt was able to curl up against You and stroke his fingers across You’s bare chest. Gackt had to admit that it was an improvement.
You toyed with the stiff brown locks of hair that were tickling his throat. “Maybe the critics should spend more time with their boyfriends and getting laid. Then they wouldn’t be so mean and crabby all of the time.”
Gackt laughed. “I’ll take them all out to the nearest host bar the night before the play opens. Guaranteed rave reviews.”
“You’ll clean up in awards season,” You said. “How was filming?”
Gackt sighed and You shivered at the feel of Gackt’s hot breath dancing across his chest. Gackt had been so busy lately that their sex life had suffered greatly. This was the closest he’d been to Gackt in weeks.
“Tough. Hot. Tiring,” Gackt answered, before pausing and adding, “hairy.”
You burst into laughter. “The mustache! I thought it suited you. You’re a really hot, middle-aged warlord.”
“Thanks,” Gackt replied sarcastically. “I actually began to like it by the end of filming. It was like having another pet.”
You laughed again. “Did it irritate your lip to have that glued on?”
“No,” Gackt replied simply.
“Good. Then it won’t hurt if I do this…”
You gently gripped Gackt’s chin and pulled the singer’s head up from his chest so that he could leave a light kiss upon Gackt’s unusually dry lips. Gackt kissed him back with a moan, not of lust although that was always bubbling beneath the surface, but of contentment. Gackt had missed being able to waste time with You, doing nothing more than enjoying the guitarist’s company and feeling warm and loved.
“I’ve missed this,” Gackt admitted. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” You replied. “It seems like forever since we talked simply for the sake of talking.”
Gackt nodded, smiled sadly and lay back down, his head again coming to rest on You’s chest and his hair tickling You’s collarbone.
A few minutes passed in silence before You spoke again. “I think you’re running a fever.”
“Probably,” Gackt replied. “I’ll go to the hospital and get an IV if I need to.”
“You’re getting too old to keep doing this to yourself,” You said, another light twinge of pain running through his foot just to remind him that it was the same for him too.
Gackt was silent for a few seconds before he answered in a small and tired voice. “I know.”
“But you’ll keep on doing it, all the same,” You stated.
“Do you expect anything different?”
“Expect, no,” You replied. “Hope… yes.”
“Can we not discuss this now?” Gackt asked. “I don’t want to argue during our rare cuddling time.”
Gackt’s uncharacteristic use of such a cutesy term was, You knew, his way of trying to deflect the issue. As much as You wanted to press the point, he also didn’t want to interrupt the only alone and awake time they’d managed to find together for the last fortnight. The never ending argument that centred on Gackt’s realisation that he was pushing himself too hard and his determination to keep pushing could wait for another day.
“Okay,” You agreed.
Gackt knew that the argument had been merely postponed, not cancelled, but he’d take anything he could get. “So, what have you been doing the last couple of days without me?”
You thought that his real answer of watching trashy movies, moaning to Chacha about being lonely and disrupting the writing of the Moon Saga soundtrack was not a good answer to give. “Taking photos, composing with Chacha and Takumi… the usual,” You lied.
“It’s been months since you last photographed me.”
Ever since You had first become interested in photography, Gackt had been his favourite subject to shoot. Gackt thought it was due to You’s love of taking photos of people and his own willingness to model but really, it was because You loved the time they spent together during the shoots. He could simply stare at Gackt and speak to him without anyone else intruding.
“It’s been months since you’ve had the time to spare.”
“Ugh,” Gackt groaned. “Is every discussion we have today going to return to me being busy?”
“Probably,” You replied. “And it’ll continue in the future until you stop being so busy.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t busy.”
You closed his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, Gackt was right. Even in those first few weeks when You had been getting to know Gackt and the singer was nothing more than a privileged punk with lofty dreams and a drum kit, Gackt had never had much spare time. He was always creating new projects, working or socialising and although the situation had changed as the years had gone by, the busy schedule hadn’t.
In the end, You decided not to respond and instead changed the topic. He didn’t want to argue either. “You should hear the soundtrack. It sounds great.”
You could feel Gackt’s smile against his skin. “Of course it does. I knew the three of you would do a good job. I can’t wait for you to see the play that we’re creating.”
“Me neither,” You said before adding, “is your outfit as sexy as it looked in the promo photo?”
Gackt laughed. “Sexier.”
“Wear it for me sometime?”
“Anytime,” Gackt answered. “I’ve missed that too…” his voice trailed off and he sighed before continuing. “I really have been neglecting you.”
“It doesn’t matter,” You lied. He’d been doing a lot of that to Gackt, lately. “It’s just a little frustrating to be dating one of the sexiest guys in the country and not be able to have sex with him because he’s too busy all of the time and just falls asleep on you whenever you try.”
“And we’re back to me being busy again,” Gackt groaned.
“Seems to be the theme of the morning, doesn’t it?”
“Seems to be the theme of every morning,” Gackt said pointedly.
“Well…”
You’s answer was cut off by the sound of Gackt’s phone ringing from its forgotten position on the coffee table next to them. You glared at the phone as if he could stop it ringing through sheer willpower alone and audibly groaned in frustration when Gackt leaned over him to pick the phone up.
“Gaku, it’s 6:30 am. Leave it.”
Gackt shook his head. “Exactly. It’s 6:30am. Nobody calls at this time of the morning unless it’s important.”
You closed his eyes and listened as Gackt greeted the caller. Gackt was still lying on him, his left arm braced across You’s chest as he listened to the voice that responded. You could hear the agitation in the caller’s voice but not the words.
“It’s okay…” Gackt said into the phone. “No, I was awake. Hmm-hmm… no, I wasn’t doing anything important…”
You felt the frustration of the last few days mutate into anger and stick in his throat. He swallowed it back down and blocked out the rest of the phone call. It barely even registered when Gackt climbed over him to leave the sofa and instead took a seat opposite him, play script in hand as he continued to talk rapidly into the phone.
You had no idea how long the phone call lasted. It could have been a minute or it could have been hours. Eventually, Gackt fell silent and You was disturbed by a gentle poke to his shoulder.
“That was Taichi,” Gackt explained, “he was worried about one of the scenes in the play so I said I’d go through it with him. He should be here in about thirty minutes.”
You sat up. “I guess cuddling time is over.”
The strained tone in You’s voice was not lost on Gackt. “I’m sorry,” the singer said, “I’ll make it up to you. We’ll take a day off soon just for us to be lazy together.”
You could tell by the uneasy smile on Gackt’s face that not even Gackt believed that day would happen any time soon. If at all. “Sure,” You replied with a disbelieving smile, before standing up and turning to leave the room.
He was stopped by the feel of Gackt’s hand on his arm. “We’re okay, aren’t we?” Gackt asked hesitantly. “I know that I really have been neglecting you lately, but you understand why, right? Once the play is finished, I’ll have more time and things can go back to normal.”
You placed his hand over Gackt’s and placed a chaste kiss upon his lips. “We’re fine,” You said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Lately, You really had been lying to Gackt too much.
~owari
Notes
1) Taichi is Taichi Saotome, one of the Moon Saga actors
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 2,280
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt returns home after filming a drama but his work is never finished
Notes - set late June/early July. Gackt was working on the Sengoku Basara drama, Moon Saga play and the YFC live all at the same time.
You knew that 6am was far too early for him to consider getting up, but on mornings like this he knew he had no chance of going back to sleep. He was restless, distracted and pre-occupied and it was due to the fact that the space to his left was empty. You glanced over to the side of the bed that should have been occupied by Gackt, and sighed.
Gackt should have returned from filming by now and You had hoped against hope that he’d wake up to the sight of Gackt sleeping soundly next to him. Or maybe, if Gackt had been early enough and awake enough, Gackt might have chosen to wake him up with a few well placed kisses and then they could have spent the rest of the night making up for the two days they’d spent apart.
You had hoped, but deep down he’d known better. He wasn’t worried that Gackt wasn’t there because he knew that the more likely scenario was that Gackt had either collapsed onto the sofa again in a fit of exhaustion, or been dumped there by whatever staff member had drawn the short straw and had to haul Gackt’s tired body inside the home.
You stretched, sighed again and climbed out of bed.
As expected, Gackt’s sleeping form was curled up on one of the sofas in the lobby. He was still fully clothed in denim Capri pants, a designer T-shirt that was now so creased that You knew Gackt would consign it to the trash as soon as he saw it, and Gackt’s feet were clad in those hideous bright orange socks that You wanted to burn but Gackt loved so much. Gackt lay on his side, his knees drawn up as much as the narrow sofa would allow, his fingers gripping the cushion that lay below his head, his hair a stiff mess of styling products and pointing in a million different directions, and his with melted eyeliner decorating his cheek.
By Gackt’s personal standards, he looked hideous. To You, he was as perfect as ever.
You approached him and knelt next to the sofa. Even asleep Gackt still looked tired and stressed and You found himself momentarily longing for the days of a cramped Kyoto apartment, cupboards full of instant ramen and the only stresses being paying the electric bill. At least then Gackt had known how to relax once in a while.
You brushed a lock of hair away from Gackt’s forehead and left a chaste kiss upon the skin he’d just revealed. Gackt’s skin was unusually warm and clammy, but that was just as expected as finding Gackt on the sofa. The harsh filming schedule for the Basara drama coupled with the constant stress of almost single-handedly running the new play, and the upcoming birthday and break up live was enough to make anybody ill. You just hoped that Gackt could contain the fever and oncoming illness before it resulted in a non-voluntary and long hospital visit.
You was so lost in his thoughts and concerns that he almost didn’t notice when a pair of sleepy, deep brown eyes fluttered open and struggled to focus upon him. “What time is it?” Gackt asked quietly, his voice thick with sleep and overwork.
“Just after 6,” You answered. “What time did you get back?”
“Just after 3,” Gackt replied. He stretched his neck as the world was rapidly coming back into wide awake focus. “I need to check the script for the play again so I should….”
“No,” You said firmly, his right hand pushing Gackt back down onto the sofa after the singer had made an attempt to get up. “I know your schedule today and the play rehearsal doesn’t start until 11am. You do not need to be up at 6am.”
Gackt closed his eyes. “I have so much to do, You. I have to check the script, check the set building is on schedule, confirm the costumes and check in with you guys about the soundtrack.”
“None of that needs to be done now,” You said. “Wouldn’t you rather cuddle with your neglected boyfriend for an hour or so?”
Gackt smiled despite his tiredness and stress. “I’d rather spend time with you all day, but I don’t think the theatre critics will take ‘too busy cuddling with my boyfriend’ as an adequate excuse for why the first show of the play sucks.”
You stood with a wince. Although the broken foot he’d suffered while snowboarding with Gackt a couple of months ago was largely healed, it still protested occasionally and reminded You that his body didn’t bounce back from injury as quickly as it once had. You found himself wishing again that Gackt also understood that.
The sofa was narrow, but with a bit of pushing and readjustments You was able to lie down on it too. Now, instead of being curled up around thin air and gripping the pillow with his fingers, Gackt was able to curl up against You and stroke his fingers across You’s bare chest. Gackt had to admit that it was an improvement.
You toyed with the stiff brown locks of hair that were tickling his throat. “Maybe the critics should spend more time with their boyfriends and getting laid. Then they wouldn’t be so mean and crabby all of the time.”
Gackt laughed. “I’ll take them all out to the nearest host bar the night before the play opens. Guaranteed rave reviews.”
“You’ll clean up in awards season,” You said. “How was filming?”
Gackt sighed and You shivered at the feel of Gackt’s hot breath dancing across his chest. Gackt had been so busy lately that their sex life had suffered greatly. This was the closest he’d been to Gackt in weeks.
“Tough. Hot. Tiring,” Gackt answered, before pausing and adding, “hairy.”
You burst into laughter. “The mustache! I thought it suited you. You’re a really hot, middle-aged warlord.”
“Thanks,” Gackt replied sarcastically. “I actually began to like it by the end of filming. It was like having another pet.”
You laughed again. “Did it irritate your lip to have that glued on?”
“No,” Gackt replied simply.
“Good. Then it won’t hurt if I do this…”
You gently gripped Gackt’s chin and pulled the singer’s head up from his chest so that he could leave a light kiss upon Gackt’s unusually dry lips. Gackt kissed him back with a moan, not of lust although that was always bubbling beneath the surface, but of contentment. Gackt had missed being able to waste time with You, doing nothing more than enjoying the guitarist’s company and feeling warm and loved.
“I’ve missed this,” Gackt admitted. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” You replied. “It seems like forever since we talked simply for the sake of talking.”
Gackt nodded, smiled sadly and lay back down, his head again coming to rest on You’s chest and his hair tickling You’s collarbone.
A few minutes passed in silence before You spoke again. “I think you’re running a fever.”
“Probably,” Gackt replied. “I’ll go to the hospital and get an IV if I need to.”
“You’re getting too old to keep doing this to yourself,” You said, another light twinge of pain running through his foot just to remind him that it was the same for him too.
Gackt was silent for a few seconds before he answered in a small and tired voice. “I know.”
“But you’ll keep on doing it, all the same,” You stated.
“Do you expect anything different?”
“Expect, no,” You replied. “Hope… yes.”
“Can we not discuss this now?” Gackt asked. “I don’t want to argue during our rare cuddling time.”
Gackt’s uncharacteristic use of such a cutesy term was, You knew, his way of trying to deflect the issue. As much as You wanted to press the point, he also didn’t want to interrupt the only alone and awake time they’d managed to find together for the last fortnight. The never ending argument that centred on Gackt’s realisation that he was pushing himself too hard and his determination to keep pushing could wait for another day.
“Okay,” You agreed.
Gackt knew that the argument had been merely postponed, not cancelled, but he’d take anything he could get. “So, what have you been doing the last couple of days without me?”
You thought that his real answer of watching trashy movies, moaning to Chacha about being lonely and disrupting the writing of the Moon Saga soundtrack was not a good answer to give. “Taking photos, composing with Chacha and Takumi… the usual,” You lied.
“It’s been months since you last photographed me.”
Ever since You had first become interested in photography, Gackt had been his favourite subject to shoot. Gackt thought it was due to You’s love of taking photos of people and his own willingness to model but really, it was because You loved the time they spent together during the shoots. He could simply stare at Gackt and speak to him without anyone else intruding.
“It’s been months since you’ve had the time to spare.”
“Ugh,” Gackt groaned. “Is every discussion we have today going to return to me being busy?”
“Probably,” You replied. “And it’ll continue in the future until you stop being so busy.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t busy.”
You closed his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, Gackt was right. Even in those first few weeks when You had been getting to know Gackt and the singer was nothing more than a privileged punk with lofty dreams and a drum kit, Gackt had never had much spare time. He was always creating new projects, working or socialising and although the situation had changed as the years had gone by, the busy schedule hadn’t.
In the end, You decided not to respond and instead changed the topic. He didn’t want to argue either. “You should hear the soundtrack. It sounds great.”
You could feel Gackt’s smile against his skin. “Of course it does. I knew the three of you would do a good job. I can’t wait for you to see the play that we’re creating.”
“Me neither,” You said before adding, “is your outfit as sexy as it looked in the promo photo?”
Gackt laughed. “Sexier.”
“Wear it for me sometime?”
“Anytime,” Gackt answered. “I’ve missed that too…” his voice trailed off and he sighed before continuing. “I really have been neglecting you.”
“It doesn’t matter,” You lied. He’d been doing a lot of that to Gackt, lately. “It’s just a little frustrating to be dating one of the sexiest guys in the country and not be able to have sex with him because he’s too busy all of the time and just falls asleep on you whenever you try.”
“And we’re back to me being busy again,” Gackt groaned.
“Seems to be the theme of the morning, doesn’t it?”
“Seems to be the theme of every morning,” Gackt said pointedly.
“Well…”
You’s answer was cut off by the sound of Gackt’s phone ringing from its forgotten position on the coffee table next to them. You glared at the phone as if he could stop it ringing through sheer willpower alone and audibly groaned in frustration when Gackt leaned over him to pick the phone up.
“Gaku, it’s 6:30 am. Leave it.”
Gackt shook his head. “Exactly. It’s 6:30am. Nobody calls at this time of the morning unless it’s important.”
You closed his eyes and listened as Gackt greeted the caller. Gackt was still lying on him, his left arm braced across You’s chest as he listened to the voice that responded. You could hear the agitation in the caller’s voice but not the words.
“It’s okay…” Gackt said into the phone. “No, I was awake. Hmm-hmm… no, I wasn’t doing anything important…”
You felt the frustration of the last few days mutate into anger and stick in his throat. He swallowed it back down and blocked out the rest of the phone call. It barely even registered when Gackt climbed over him to leave the sofa and instead took a seat opposite him, play script in hand as he continued to talk rapidly into the phone.
You had no idea how long the phone call lasted. It could have been a minute or it could have been hours. Eventually, Gackt fell silent and You was disturbed by a gentle poke to his shoulder.
“That was Taichi,” Gackt explained, “he was worried about one of the scenes in the play so I said I’d go through it with him. He should be here in about thirty minutes.”
You sat up. “I guess cuddling time is over.”
The strained tone in You’s voice was not lost on Gackt. “I’m sorry,” the singer said, “I’ll make it up to you. We’ll take a day off soon just for us to be lazy together.”
You could tell by the uneasy smile on Gackt’s face that not even Gackt believed that day would happen any time soon. If at all. “Sure,” You replied with a disbelieving smile, before standing up and turning to leave the room.
He was stopped by the feel of Gackt’s hand on his arm. “We’re okay, aren’t we?” Gackt asked hesitantly. “I know that I really have been neglecting you lately, but you understand why, right? Once the play is finished, I’ll have more time and things can go back to normal.”
You placed his hand over Gackt’s and placed a chaste kiss upon his lips. “We’re fine,” You said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Lately, You really had been lying to Gackt too much.
~owari
Notes
1) Taichi is Taichi Saotome, one of the Moon Saga actors