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Old habits	By : hyde Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > GacktJOB Views: 1370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Why am I here?

Masa wondered as he lingered in the bathroom of the hotel. He had agreed to meet Gackt there after they had bumped into one another at a party. Instinct told the petite vocalist to decline the offer but curiosity led him there.

"You're a different person now. You're your own person." Masa told himself as he stared at his reflection. "You're successful. You have a boyfriend. So of course he would've taken notice of how happy you are now. How-"

"Are you okay in there?" Gackt's rich tone asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

Masa's hands flew to the taps of the sink. "Yeah, I'm fine...just about done." He called over the sound of rushing water.

Gackt moves from the door as it opened.

Masa smiles his way, a smile that held a secret sort of sadness behind it.

To Gackt Masa looked almost afraid of him.

"You didn't have to meet me." Gackt reminds him as they moved into the living-room area. He had taken hold of Masa's clammy hand leading him towards the couch like a shepherd with a sheep.

"I wanted to." Masa replies quietly, his eyes scanning over the arrangement on the table: Wine and oysters. If Masa didn't know any better he would've thought that Gackt was trying to seduce him.

Again.

"Wine?" Gackt asked once he was seated, picking up the bottle from the silver bucket of ice and tilting it towards the empty glass in front of Masa.

Masa shook his head no but Gackt poured the wine anyway.

They toast. Then drank. Masa more so then Gackt out of nervousness.

"I'm glad that you're doing well Raccoon. Really I am." Gackt stated as he slides his body closer to Masa's form.

Masa's shoulders tense up as Gackt drew near, scoots away until there was no where left to sit but the floor. Setting his wineglass down, "I'm glad also. How's Haido?" He asked a little bit too sharply to Gackt's delight.

"With his wife. They're on vacation." Gackt replied smoothly.

"That's nice." Masa tried to keep his tone casual. "And You-san?"

"With his current girlfriend."

Masa knew what that meant. Gackt was alone, sure the rock god had plenty of lovers at his beck and call but Masa found that even with lovers you could still be alone.

"I think I should leave now." Masa rose to his feet only to be pulled back down.

Gackt's death-like hold had loosened upon seeing the frightened look on Masa's face.

"Please don't go, Masa-kyun." Gackt pleaded throwing in a familiar endearment he had for his former lover. "We can watch a movie. We'll..." His voice trailed off as Masa's broke through.

"I have someone now." Masa's voice was soft.

"Then why did you come?" Gackt asked pulling the slight man into his lap. He could care less if Masa was involved or not. He was with him right now and that made him his for the moment.

"I was hoping that it would be different between us." Masa's tone remained quiet. He is aware of Gackt's arms as they wrapped themselves about his waist. Masa brought his hands up, sliding them down Gackt's nylon sleeves until he reached his callused hands. He then slid his fingers between Gackt's own, his bare wrist resting against Gackt's onyx family bracelet.
A touch of sadness pierces the petite vocalist's heart making his waist feel somewhat …naked.

"Different how?" Gackt's breath was hot against his skin. He was too close. Masa hadn't meant to allow him to get that close again.

Gackt's lips brushed the younger man's cheek going lower, placing kisses along Masa's jawline heading for his ear. He locks in on Masa's earlobe, bringing the sensitive nub gently into his moist mouth with his lips. He sucks gingerly on the sensitive fold earning a mournful cry from the vocalist's lips.

"Please stop it..." Masa whines. He was growing angry as he was growing hard.

He had known that Gackt would try to pull some funny shit on him. He just knew it. But still like a fool he went to this room with him and put himself in a bad situation.

"Why? This was spot was it not?" Gackt smirks, hand guiding down Masa's sides coming to rest on top of the bulge that developed in Masa's jeans. "Still is I see."

"I hate you..." Masa hissed.

"I love you too."

"You don't love anything." Masa seethed jerking his head away, Gackt's teeth scrapping painfully against his skin as he politely removes himself from Gackt's treacherous lap.

"Mas-" Gackt called to the other vocalist's retreating form.

Masa didn't stop he kept walking. He had his pride to keep.

Gackt picks up and raises his wineglass to his lips just as the door slammed shut behind his irate former lover.

"You blew it Camui." Gackt sighs before swallowing down over half the glass. After all the room was paid for, he might as well enjoy it.

Gackt then picked up the phone and dialed room service.
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Masa angrily wiped away the tears that had leaked out his eyes smudging his mascara.

He had been a fool, a complete and total idiot.

It would have just been a one nightstand so what was the problem? No it wouldn't have been. Those feelings he long since buried would have resurfaced and he would have lost to Gackt again.

The tear eyed guitarist made for the bar area. Yes, a drink was what he needed at the moment.

"Whiskey." Masa sniffled as he plopped his ample ass down onto the black barstool.

He took his drink knocking it back hard before ordering up another one and another one until he found the courage he needed.

Teetering on his heels, Masa made for the elevator doors. He pushing down on the button to Gackt's floor.

Smug bastard! Why'd he have to go and do that? Be all on my spot like that and not finish! Cock tease! His mind raged as he waited for the metal doors to release him from the prison like box.

The smashed artist stumbled through the hallway making his way back towards where it all started.

Masa slams his fist hard into the smooth cherry wood door in rapid succession and waited.

Thinking it was room service Gackt answered.

"Masa? I knew you would-" Gackt managed to get out before JOB's former guitarist attacked him verbally.

"Listen here you bastard-" Masa shouted as he pushed the heels of his hands into Gackt's chest forcing him backwards, "I hate what you've done to me," Masa pushed him again and again. " And for what you tried to do and what you will do to me right now!"

"What I'll whut?" Gackt managed as he fell backwards narrowly missing hitting his head on the coffee table. He tried to sit up but in an instant the other man was upon him, straddling him. Like a deer caught in headlights Gackt watched as Masa ripped opened his shirt exposing his toned chest before bending his dark head forwards placing kisses on his skin, suckling and biting hard where he wished.

Gackt could smell the whiskey leaking from Masa's pores and on his breath as his mouth drew nearer to his face.

"Raccoon, you're drunk." Gackt breathed trying hard to pry Masa from his person.

The other man refused to be moved.

"So?" Masa raises his head, his face hovering just inches from Gackt's own. "Why does it matter? You've had me drunk plenty of other times." Masa spat angrily as he continued his assault on Gackt's throat.

"Can't." Gackt said firmly, raising his eyes to the sky. He hated not being in control of the situation.

"So now you have some kind of decency huh?" Masa tossed his head back and laughed. "You really are a true piece of work."

Gackt sat up forcing Masa to back off.

"I'm taking you home. You're in no condition to drive." Gackt stated with firm yet loving concern for the other man.

Masa could open his mouth to spout off a saucy retort, his body lurch violently before the liquor making its way back up.

"I'm sorry!" Masa cried out at the sight of his vomit sliding down Gackt's exposed flesh. The smell of it curdling his stomach further. He got to his feet teetering unsteadily before stumbling almost blindly towards the bathroom. "I'm really sorry!" He cries out as he disappears from sight. "Let me get something to clean that up." Masa said more to himself then Gackt as he staggered on.

Speechless, Gackt soon followed behind his former lover.

"It's fine." He told him as he wrapped his arms around Masa's middle stopping him where he stood drawing the shaking man to his body. Gackt cradled his former lover close, rocking his body gently so that he wouldn't throw up again. "I'm going to take care of you." Gackt murmurs soothing into his hair glad to be in control again. "Everything's fine okay? This never happened." He coos enjoying the feel of the slight man's form against his own.

Masa nodded meekly finding security in those arms he had fled from so long ago.
This is all just a very bad dream. Masa told himself as he gave into the warmth and soured smell of his skin thanks to his vomit.
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What the hell was he thinking? Gackt wondered as he watched Masa sleeping peacefully on his bed. The dark haired man was curled up desperately clinging to the makeshift person he had made for him. Gackt had oddly enough opted to sleep on the couch rather then next to the seemingly needy Masa. During the night Masa's cell had gone off at least twice. His lover was trying to find him. Gackt couldn't help himself. He had glimpsed the number.

Growing tired of waiting on Masa to wake up Gackt headed into the kitchen.

"Is he alright?" You asked once Gackt had entered; he was sitting at the breakfast table, his elegant hands wrapped around a mug of coffee.

"He'll live." Gackt mutters going for the pack of smokes that rested on the table. He leaned against the doorframe inhaling the strong tasting smoke after he had lit up.

"You shouldn't have done that Gacchan. Masa's doing better now. Much better." You sipped his coffee.

Gackt continued to smoke, his mind wondering off.

Yeah, he missed up, had fucked up bad. He was aware of that but he, Gackt but he was so sure that Masa would...

He angrily stubbed out his cigarette against the wall, storming towards the bedroom. He wanted Masa out of his house NOW!
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Masa's head throbbed, his mouth was dry as cotton and tasted like something had crawled in there and died.

His mind raced to remember what had happened last night.

He had been his album premier party, had a few drinks, saw…him…

Before he could truly take in his surroundings he felt the steal-like grip of Gackt's clawed fingers digging into the fleshy part of his arm.

"Get out!" Gackt's harsh words and rough touch confused the other vocalist for a split second.

Masa's eyes clouded over with confusion, his face made even more beautiful in his distress.

"Gackt-" Masa cried out as he was being dragged from the bed by his arm.

"I want you gone." Gackt snarled.

"But… I-" Masa croaked from the floor breaking into sobs. He drew his bare knees to his chest bowing his head and resting it there. He was vaguely aware that he is wearing one of You's dress shirts.

Gackt slowly releases his hold on Masa's arm, he looks down at Masa's shaking form, his dark hair hiding his pretty face from him. He looked so much like a woman at that moment. So inviting he was. So tempting.

"I wanted to say thank you." Masa sniffed lifting his head up to stare at Gackt, his lips set in a sexy pout making Gackt's pants tight.

Gackt helped the other man get to his feet. Still a little unbalanced on his feet Masa fell against him sobbing into the crook of his neck.

"It's fine Masa-kyun." Gackt assured him, all traces of anger diminished as he revealed in having the beauty he still carved in his arms once again.

As the rock god rocked the guitarist in his arms, all the feelings that were supposed to be dead had risen again. Suddenly Gackt lifted him, carrying him towards the bed he had so cruelly pulled him out of.

Blue met brown before they lips joined together, tongues intertwined fighting for dominance before the weaker one submitted as the kiss grew deeper.

"I promise I'll leave." Masa uttered against Gackt's mouth.

"What if I want you to stay?" Gackt breathes, holding the other with his eyes.

Before Masa could reply Gackt's mouth covered his once more.
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"You're making a huge mistake." You said flatly once he was that Masa had showered and gone.

Gackt just continued to towel dry his hair ignoring You's comment. He knew what he was doing.

Gackt just continued to dress in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a short t-shirt before adding a jean jacket he hadn't worn since his days in the Indies.

"Chachamura is waiting for us." Gackt states flatly whipping out his keys and heading towards the door.

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