FIC: Dammit, Hyde, That Was Yesterday
Title: Dammit, Hyde, That Was Yesterday
Fandom: GakuHai
Rating: NC17?
Word Count: 2445
Summary: Alcohol and a camera. Hyde should have known better.
Fungus #3
Dammit, Hyde, That Was Yesterday
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“No, Hyde, your birthday was yesterday.”
“But I can’t remember anything.”
“Neither can I.”
“But it wasn’t your birthday.”
“No, but it was my favorite pair of pants.”
“Oh.” Hyde stared down at the pair of his pants vainly trying to cover Gackt’s legs. “You look good in capris though…” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “What did happen to your pants?”
Gackt handed him the camera Hyde vaguely remembered going to look for last night, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he wondered why the hell it was in his bedroom.
It took a few seconds for the camera to turn on and then load, Hyde’s foot tapped impatiently as he waited. Anxiety was building up in his system, increasing as his finger slid over the replay button.
The first photo was fairly benign. They were obviously sloshed, leaning haphazardly against each other in front of the camera’s lens. No big deal. Hyde smiled at his friend hopefully. Maybe they didn’t do anything and these pictures would prove it.
Okay, in the next one they were simply saluting the camera with their glasses, nothing incriminating there…
And then they had their arms thrown over each other’s shoulders, heads propped against each other. Apparently they were drinking more heavily by this point. Hyde cast a guilty glance at Gackt though the other man didn’t appear bothered by what he was seeing.
And now he was smiling about something Gackt was whispering in his ear. If Hyde looked closely enough he could see a light blush crossing his features. He prayed Gackt wasn’t paying attention.
Hyde’s eyes popped open in shock as he flipped to the next. There he was, a weird smile on his face as he planted his lips firmly on Gackt’s cheek. The taller man had a strange smile on his face and was winking into the camera. The bastard was enjoying this! He looked over at his friend a little disgustedly and received a smile in return.
The next one showed him cupping Gackt’s other cheek. How much had they had to drink? Hyde’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And why didn’t he remember?
The shorter man hesitated before flipping to the next picture; his mind telling him what could only come next but a languid hand reached over and hit the button for him. He stared at Gackt accusingly before looking down at the new photo. In this one, Gackt’s hand had come up to rest on his and blue eyes were staring into brown. It was really very sweet, Hyde reflected thoughtfully. He felt a little sad looking at it actually.
Gackt’s finger pressed the button again when Hyde seemed to be lingering too long on this one photo. The next clearly showed that they were about to kiss. From the picture it was impossible to tell who had begun closing the distance first but his eyes were closed so Hyde was inclined to believe that he himself had done so. Gackt’s eyes were focused on his lips, a strange expression crossing his features. Hyde looking up at him curiously before Gackt pressed the button again.
In this photo their lips were pressed together though Hyde could see that his left hand was now cupping the other side of Gackt’s face. Gackt leaned in closer as though he was trying to get a better view of the picture but Hyde knew he could see it perfectly well. He was just trying to be closer to him.
Hyde ignored him and pressed the button again, curiosity beginning to get the better of him. How far had they gone?
The next photo was just like the one before except his arms were wrapped around Gackt’s neck, drawing him flush against the taller man’s body. Staring at the photo of something he didn’t remember, Hyde felt warmth creep across his cheeks. Beside him Gackt shifted again, drawing Hyde’s attention away from the photo.
Gackt offered him a small smile. Hyde assumed it was friendly encouragement and not Gackt being smug. So what if he was wrapped around his friend and he looked like he was trying to inhale him. No biggie.
And then Gackt’s arms were wrapped around his waist, cradling Hyde against his chest. It was just so passionate. Hyde shifted as his pants tightened uncomfortably. He wondered if he had grown hard while taking these photos and if Gackt had felt it pressing against his stomach as he held him tightly.
And then Hyde was pressing his right pointer finger against Gackt’s lips. A mischievous look had taken over his features and it looked like he was nibbling his lower lip. What am I doing?
Is that… Hyde’s eyes widened impossibly.
“For an amateur, you were quite good.”
“You son-of-a-bitch! You took advantage of me in a weakened state!”
“Who’s taking advantage of whom here?”
“Shut up, Gackt!”
Hyde stared furiously at the photo, willing it to disappear, hoping the electronic image was lying. He hadn’t enjoyed it that much, had he? But there it was. In all its 10x pixel glory. He was sucking off Gackt Camui…
And he had enjoyed it. That much was obvious.
“I don’t remember any of this,” he breathed, looking up at his friend for some sort of confirmation.
Gackt shrugged. “It’s a little fuzzy for me, too. You shouldn’t drink so much, Hyde.”
“You remember most of this?”
Gackt offered him a small smile.
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“I believe your words were ‘don’t stop, Gacchan’.”
Hyde flushed, anger and embarrassment warring on his face.
“Here,” Gackt whispered, reaching over to press the button again.
The next photo showed Hyde sitting in Gackt’s lap, easily straddling his legs. Hyde’s pants had disappeared at some point between this photo and the last, leaving him in only that pair of socks. His head was thrown back and Hyde could see that his mouth was hanging open though his eyes were tightly closed.
The following picture seemed to be a close-up of the previous. Somehow it had zeroed in on exactly why Hyde looked so pleased. A tight hand was wrapped around his erection, photographed mid-stroke as its owner pleasured the man sitting above him.
Hyde flushed brighter, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the photo. He really didn’t want to see Gackt’s expression; especially if it mirrored the one he was afraid was on his face.
He was almost grateful when Gackt pressed the button again, until his eyes recognized the photo. He was still sitting in Gackt’s lap except now they were kissing again. Hyde felt like he was intruding on a private moment between two lovers, but that wasn’t what he and Gackt were. Was it? He looked at his friend in confusion. One drunken tumble didn’t mean anything, did it? Dark eyes returned to the image in his hands. It didn’t mean anything, but these photos of them together seemed far more private and loving than any photos he had ever seen of him and Megumi together.
Hyde stared hard at the gentle press of their lips. If he looked closely, he could see that he was smiling into their kiss. And he was very certain he had never done that while kissing Megumi.
His eyes found Gackt’s again and a moment of understanding passed between them. Perhaps this was what the fans saw. Maybe this was why all those birthday messages mentioned Gackt in some way. The fans had seen the possibilities where he had thought there were none.
Hyde flushed again, pressing the next button before Gackt could beat him to it.
Angel wings stood out in stark relief. Hyde admired the workmanship of his tattoo before his eyes traveled over the rest of the photo. Pale lips were attached to his collarbone, obscuring his jaw as Gackt’s lips trailed over his skin.
A small smile spread over Hyde’s lips. He liked that. One of the sexiest things in the world was the feeling of lips dragging across his neck. He risked another glance at Gackt, focusing on the lush texture of the man’s lips. What had they felt like on his skin, caressing all his favorite places?
He swallowed loudly, almost gulping as images filled his head. Things he didn’t remember but could imagine and found himself wanting to experience again.
“Here,” Gackt whispered. “There are still more.”
Hyde nodded slowly, watching in mute fascination as the taller man reached out again to push the button.
He stared hard at Gackt, wanting to see his reaction to the next photo before looking for himself. Hyde wasn’t disappointed, though when it came to Gackt he never really was. Blue eyes widened, dark pupils dilating for a moment as a look of pleasure crossed his friend’s face. Apparently it was a good photo. Blue eyes met his before Hyde had the courage to look.
Gackt’s hands were palming his hips, evidently guiding their movement over him. Hyde gaped when he realized they were rubbing against each other. His gaze moved over the picture before it settled on Gackt’s face. He had turned his head so that his cheek was resting on Hyde’s shoulder and even from the photo Hyde could tell that he was biting down on his bottom lip as the Hyde in the photograph moved above him.
That evidence of his pleasure was so incredibly sexy. Hyde shifted slightly, pants tightening again as his eyes took in the expression on his friend’s face.
He pressed the button, thinking maybe; just maybe they hadn’t gone any further after this. They had to stop before it went too far, didn’t they?
Hyde’s jaw dropped. Maybe they didn’t.
Gackt’s eyes were closed, his own head now tilted back as Hyde’s hands pushed his pale blue shirt down his shoulders. The blond was in the middle of pressing a kiss to the underside of his chin when the timer on the shutter clicked.
Hyde hit the button again, eager to see the next photo, drawing a quiet chuckle from the man standing beside him.
He was leaning back now, fighting with Gackt’s pants though it was obvious from the way he was sitting on the other man that there was no possibility those pants were coming off easily.
Hyde smiled a bit, feeling how frustrated he must have been last night as he struggled. He hit the button again.
In this photo he was holding the knife he had been using to open birthday packages last night and Gackt’s pants were looking decidedly worse for wear. So that’s what happened to his pants…
He gave the taller man a small grin. “Sorry?”
A smug smile followed. “Click again.”
His smile wavered as his thumb pressed the next button.
His chest was pressed tightly against Gackt’s, a look of surprised pain coloring his normally calm features. A strong hand was resting against his left butt cheek and if he squinted, Hyde thought he could see a reddened mark.
“Did you just spank me?!” An indignant squeak followed his question as he turned a glare on Gackt.
“You were misbehaving,” Gackt defended.
“You ass. It was just a pair of pants.”
“My favorite pair!”
“Still just a fucking pair of pants! And you smacked me on the ass for it,” Hyde complained, conveniently forgetting that it had taken place the night before and he still had no memory of it even occurring. Without the photos he might never have known any of it. “If I have a mark later…”
“Take them off and I’ll tell you.”
“Such a bastard…”
“Go to the next one, you big baby.”
“That’s my line!”
Hyde hit the button again, applying more force than was strictly necessary, but he didn’t need the publicity if Gackt left his house with a black eye. A domestic abuse scandal would be in all the papers. If they were domestic…
They were both finally naked. The tatters of Gackt’s pants were hanging off the edge of the couch and Hyde allowed himself a smug smile at the sight. Take that!
Apparently Gackt hadn’t been as worried about his pants last night, he thought smugly, staring at the photo on the display screen. He was still pressed against the other man’s chest only now those hands were gripping his ass and they were locked into another kiss. And maybe the alcohol had dulled his senses because Hyde felt a lot more offended about that spank now than he looked in this new photo.
He was stretched out over Gackt now, strong fingers buried in his hair as Hyde pressed kisses to the man beneath him. He rested on his elbows, lacing his own fingers through Gackt’s tousled hair.
Hyde stared at the photo, eyes hovering over the image of their bodies together. Gackt was sexy as hell; he had to give him that. And after the drinking, he’d probably mentioned it a time or two. Fuck knows the younger man would have basked under the praise.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, eyes flicking in Gackt’s direction before returning to the image.
Gackt leaned forward, finger caressing the curve of Hyde’s spine in the photo. “But you are sexier than anything I have ever seen.”
Hyde smiled at him, a rush of pleasure coursing through him.
“And when you smile like that, at me, it just gets sexier.”
“You’ve said something like that to me before.”
“I meant it,” Gackt replied easily. Hyde shook his head and moved to press the button again.
“Haido?”
“Mm?”
“Don’t.”
Gackt reached out and took the camera from his friend. He looked down at it thoughtfully. It had gotten them this far.
“What is it, Gacchan?”
“That’s the last of us together.”
Hyde’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Gackt looked embarrassed, keeping his eyes averted. “All the rest are of you.”
The shorter man looked at the camera hanging in his friend’s grasp, curiosity begging to be satisfied. “Doing what?”
“Ah, plenty of things.”
Hyde reached for the camera, taking it easily from Gackt’s hand. He clicked to the next photo, laughing to find it was one of him comfortably sitting in his bed. He was still naked of course, Hyde didn’t expect Gackt to let him get away untouched after the sexual nature of all those other photos. But he looked surprisingly comfortable there.
The next was a close up of him smiling.
And then he was flipping off the camera.
And winking.
And then a tanned hand had reached out and was pinching his cheek. Hyde grimaced and looked up at Gackt. He shook his head playfully.
“I don’t remember any of this.”