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Legacy	By : hayri2011 Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > X Japan Views: 1432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Yoshiki or Hide. I only own the original characters. The events in this story are not true and never happened. This fictional story is soley for entertainment purposes and I make no profit off this.

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"Dammit!" Hide said as the skies opened and it started to pour rain.
"I told you it was going to rain," I said. "The clouds have been getting darker all day."
Hide slumped in his seat. "But I was looking forward to this."
We were in the parking lot at Santa Monica Pier, watching people running for cover from the downpour through the windshield. There was supposed to be a big fireworks show to celebrate the first day of summer, and we had planned to go sit on the beach and watch it while eating a picnic dinner I made.
"Well, I guess this plan's ruined," I said.
"Maybe the rain will stop soon," Hide said hopefully.
I turned on the radio and switched to the news station. Luckily, they were just giving a brief weather report.
"....heavy rains will continue until early morning, with skies becoming partly cloudy for most of tomorrow..."
I switched the radio off again. "Looks like it won't. Well, we can have a picnic in the car."
"No, I have a better idea," Hide said. "Let's go back to my place."
I turned and stared at him. "What?"
"Yeah, and I can show you one of those scary Japanese movies I told you about."
"Oh. Okay." I felt relieved and a little disappointed that Hide hadn't meant what I thought he meant.
*****
"So, what do you think?" Hide was standing in his living room. Well, what I think is his living room, anyway.
"Um...it's...not what I expected."
The front door had opened into a large room. Straight ahead of me was a hallway which led to the rest of the apartment, and I could see the kitchen through an open door. To my right was a table and four chairs set right on top of the carpet. Usually a dining room has hardwood floors, right? To my left was the most hideous couch I had ever seen, a kind of brownish-orange color, with a matching ottoman which obviously doubled as a coffee table. The television was placed directly on the floor, surrounded by videotapes and a PlayStation. In the other corner was a set of speakers hooked up to a blue and white guitar, which was sitting neatly in its holder. The room was all off-white; carpet, walls, ceiling. Breaking the monotony of the white was a few band posters on the wall, though these were few and far between.
"Yeah, definitely not what I expected," I repeated.
"What did you expect?" Hide asked, lighting a cigarette.
I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose a little at the smell of the smoke, but it was his house. He could smoke if he wanted to. "Something a little more..."
"Me?" he asked, smiling as he blew smoke out of his mouth.
"Well, yes." This place screamed "bachelor". No part of Hide's personality was reflected in the decor at all.
"I save all that for my place back in Tokyo," Hide explained. "I'm only here about a third of the time, so I didn't bother to really put much effort into things."
I must admit, I was a little disappointed. I expected an enormous apartment full of expensive things for me to drool over, and everything painted in bright, mismatching colors. Oh well.
"Also, I'm a pretty uncomplicated person. I like to keep things simple," Hide continued, walking over to the dining table and tapping his cigarette into the ashtray that sat on top. He then walked to the glass door behind the table and opened it, walking through onto the balcony.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "You'll get all wet."
"Finishing my cigarette," Hide said. "I know you hate the smell."
My heart melted. "It's your house, you don't have to do that..."
"It's fine." Hide dismissed my words with a wave of his hand. "I'm starving, though."
"Me too." I place the cooler holding our dinner onto the table and start taking things out of it.
"Wait," Hide said, throwing his cigarette over the balcony. "We're supposed to be having a picnic, right?"
"Huh?"
Hide came in and slid the door shut again. "You eat a picnic on a blanket, right? So let's do that." He left and walked down the hall out of sight.
I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just went looking for some plates. His kitchen was as boring as the living room, off-white linoleum floor and oak cabinets. He didn't have that much in his cabinets, but I managed to find two large plates and some mismatched water glasses. I brought them back out to the table and found Hide standing there with some blankets and pillows in his arms.
Hide walked in front of the TV and pushed the ottoman out of the way with his foot before dropping the blankets on the floor. "There, now we can have a picnic," he said.
"Oh, so that's what you meant," I said. I went and helped him spread the blankets out and arrange the pillows into a pile.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Hide asked, bending down and sifting through the pile of tapes.
"How the hell would I know what to pick?" I brought the plates of food over to the blanket and set them down. "You pick for me."
"Okay, this one. It's spooky." Hide held up a tape that had a picture of a ghostly-looking woman on it, with the title splashed across it in big red letters.
"Ooo...squiggle line square squiggle, my favorite," I said, making fun of the fact that I couldn't read the title.
Hide laughed and turned the TV on, putting the tape into the VCR. He grabbed the remote and scrambled on hands and knees to the blanket, plopping down next to me.
"Here you go," I said, handing him a plate and a bottle of beer. "Nothing fancy, but it'll taste good." I had made chicken salad sandwiches and bought a bag of barbecue chips. Unfortunately, I couldn't really afford anything much fancier. The bread was homemade, though.
"Looks good to me." Hide grinned and took a big bite of his sandwich. Chewing, he gave me a thumbs-up, then turned to the TV as the movie started.
The movie, as Hide kindly translated for me, was called "The Temple of Demons". It was about a haunted Shinto temple in some remote Japanese village, and how people who went to pray there kept dying mysteriously. Hide helped me follow the story by summarizing and translating the dialogue. Even from the beginning, the movie had a very creepy atmosphere. What struck me the most was the lack of sound. There were a lot of long, silent pauses, which made me tense and wondering what would happen next. There wasn't even much of a soundtrack. I had never seen a movie so quiet before.
At one point in the film, an empty rocking chair started to rock itself, which made me gasp out loud. Objects that weren't supposed to move by themselves moving by themselves had always freaked me out. Soon after, a man investigating the temple turned around while searching a room and was face-to-face with a faceless woman. This pushed my nerves over the edge, and I let out a small scream. Without thinking, I buried my face in Hide's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Hide asked.
"Turn it off. I don't want to watch it anymore," I mumbled, clinging to his shirt.
"It's just a movie," he said, chuckling. I heard the man screaming in terror, and I could only imagine what was happening to him.
I started to shake. "Please, Hide."
"Alright." The screaming was suddenly cut off. Hide's arms wrapped around my shoulders. "I didn't think you'd be THAT scared."
"It was that ghost. She had no face," I said, as if he hadn't been watching with me.
"Well, that was kind of creepy, I must admit. But see, I told you Japanese movies were scarier."
I nodded, then froze. I just fully realized that I was clinging to Hide, and he was holding me in his arms. Sure, it wasn't the first time his arms had been around me, but that was just a hug. He had never actually held me. I was too shocked to move.
Hide pulled me a little closer to him, and I could feel him laying his cheek against the top of my head. My heart started to beat faster, and I was certain he could feel it. Hopefully he'd attribute it to fear and not nervousness. "I turned it off. It's okay now."
I sat up. Hide's arms slid from my shoulders, but he didn't let go of me. Instead, they fell to my waist. I looked at him. The blue light from the television made his eyes shine as he looked steadily back at me. He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching. I didn't move. I didn't even breathe.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'll protect you from the ghosts. I'll protect you from everything."
Then he kissed me. Hide's lips moved slowly over mine, and I responded with the same gentleness. My arms went around his neck and my fingers slid into his hair. His tongue gently touched my lips, and I opened to him. His tongue started stroking my own, still at that slow, gentle pace. He had never kissed me like this before. He hadn't been lying at the drive-in. His arms squeezed a little tighter around me and I felt him start to move, taking me with him. I broke the kiss to find that he had ended up leaning back against the pillows, causing me to lay over his body. Hide took the opportunity to move my hair from my face and start suckling on my neck, occasionally biting down gently, causing me to shiver. Love bites may be ugly to look at, but they're oh so good to get.
I let go of his neck, ran my hands over his shoulders and down his chest, and slid my fingers underneath his shirt, caressing the smooth skin I found there. I could feel his skin flinch with the light touch of my fingertips. Hide sat up, causing me to slide down between his legs. His lips and tongue still caressing the skin on my neck and collarbone, he slid his hands down my sides and started to pull up on my shirt. I let go of him just long enough to allow him to whip the shirt off of me, then clung to him again. I started to trail soft kisses down his neck, delighting in the unique taste of his skin. I bit down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, eliciting a shuddering intake of breath from him and making sure there'd be a mark there in the morning.
Hide slowly stroked up and down my back, running his fingers teasingly over my bra straps before playfully snapping one.
I laughed, that soft giggle that one only hears in the bedroom. "Need help?" I asked, smiling.
Hide kissed my cheek, and I could feel his smile against my face. "Of course not," he whispered, then in one swift movement, unhooked my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. He sat back to better admire the view, then looked up at me. The sheer lust in his eyes was enough to make another warm rush flow through my body and settle in my stomach.
"They don't make them like that in Japan," he said with a sexy smirk, before taking my breasts in his hands and starting to slowly massage them.
I started to giggle again, but my laughter soon turned into a gasp as he took one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked across it, and I could feel it growing rock-hard between his lips. I threw my head back in pleasure as he clamped his teeth down around it and pulled slightly. My hands, which were on his shoulders, clenched so my nails dug into his shirt. Why was that still on?
Hide moved to start giving attention to my other breast, and as he did so, he gently pushed me backward until I was laying flat on the blanket. His head lowered as he started kissing down my body, leaving a trail of light kisses and licks. My body arched up to meet his lips. My breathing had started to get louder and faster. Not knowing what else to do, since I couldn't really reach him from his current position, I had placed my arms up near my head, and I buried my face in the crook of my elbow, moaning softly as his tongue dipped into my navel. Hide continued to tease, kissing across the waistline of my jeans before reaching up and unbuttoning them, unzipping the zipper agonizingly slowly. I thrust my hips up, urging him to go faster. Once they were unzipped, he curled his fingers through the belt loops and started pulling them down, still going way too slow.
"Hurry up," I said, a little impatient.
Hide chuckled low in his throat, and I swear to God it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. "So impatient, Amanda. The longer you wait, the sweeter it'll be, you know."
"I don't care." I watched him toss my jeans to the side. "I want you."
"Do you now?" He raised an eyebrow at me, a small smile on his face. "How much?"
I sat up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on top of me and kissing him hungrily. I felt a thrill run through my body as I felt his erection pressed against me. But there were too many clothes in the way. I started yanking on his shirt, attempting to pull it up over his head, but to my surprise I felt him hesitate. I pushed him away a little so I could look at him. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said. "I just want to turn the TV off first." He reached an arm out and started groping for the remote control.
That struck me as odd. Why worry about the television when you have a nearly naked woman underneath you? But then I realized something: if the TV was off, it'd be pitch black. He didn't want me to see him. I reached out and grabbed his wrist. "No, leave it on."
"No really, it's distracting." Hide tried to shake my arm off.
"Hide, what are you afraid of? Why don't you want me to see you?"
He stopped trying to grab the remote and sat back on his heels. "I'm just...uncomfortable showing my body to people."
"Why?"
"I just...am." And he actually did look really uncomfortable. It was odd seeing an insecure expression on his face.
"Hide," I said soothingly. "I want to see you. Please."
Hide looked at me for a long moment, then sighed. He seemed to steel himself, then took his shirt off. I had expected something shocking, like scars, a ton of hair, a third nipple, something weird like that. But I didn't see any of those things. Now that he was shirtless, I could fully appreciate how thin he was. He wasn't too thin; I couldn't see any bones showing or anything, but he was still pretty skinny. His skin was pale and glowing in the light, his nipples only slightly darker then the rest of him, and a few freckles were scattered here and there. The only real muscle tone that I could see was in his arms, obviously from playing guitar. I sat up and laid my hands on his chest. He did have muscle, just that you couldn't see it. His flesh was nice and firm, and probably a few weeks in the gym would make pecs and abs start to appear. Hide's body was tense, and he wasn't looking at me. He was still nervous.
I leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on his breastbone. "Hide, you're so stupid," I whispered against his skin. "You're beautiful." I stroked my hands up and down his chest, and soon I could feel him relax under my hands. I lifted my head and kissed him. "Now," I said, reaching down and yanking on his pants. "Take these off too."
Hide's pants soon joined the growing pile of clothes, our underwear quickly following after. We sat back to admire each other's naked bodies for the first time. I have to admit, my eyes went straight to what lay between his legs. But come on, whose wouldn't? The first thing I noticed was that he wasn't fully erect yet, but I would remedy that soon. The second thing I noticed was that he broke the Asian stereotype. I have seen a few cocks in my time (though not a lot; I'm not a whore, after all), and while he wasn't the largest I had ever seen, he certainly wasn't small. The last thing I noticed was that he was uncircumcised, which I had never seen before. A lot of times I've heard people talking about uncircumcised penises with disgust in their voice, like they were horrifyingly ugly or something (but let's face it, genitals were made to be used, not to look at). But I didn't think so. In fact, I thought it looked a lot more natural. I wondered if it felt any different.
I reached out and gently touched his shaft. It felt softer than the other cocks I had wrapped my hand around, which was probably because his foreskin wasn't pulled completely taut and had some give to it. I wrapped my fingers around him and pulled on it experimentally, pulling the foreskin up until it covered the edge of the head of his cock. It twitched in my hand.
Hide's breath came out in a rush. "Amanda..." I let my fingers wander, touching every inch of his cock with light strokes, which I knew would drive him crazy. Hide proved me right by suddenly shoving me backwards, his mouth on mine, our bodies pressed together. Still kissing me, his hand slid between our bodies and stroked me once between my legs. I gasped into his mouth. Hide's fingers wandered much like mine had, with soft touches all over my most intimate place.
My body started to smolder, and when his fingers found my clit and pressed, a bolt of pleasure ran through me. He worked my clit in small circles, and soon I was panting beneath him. When he slid a finger inside of me, he found me already dripping wet. He moved it around a little, stroking inside of me, until he hit that sweet bundle of nerves that made my body jump and a moan fall from my mouth. He inserted another finger and kept touching it, first stroking and then tapping, until I was writhing like a snake.
"Hide," I managed to gasp. "Please."
Hide removed his hand and started to position himself to enter me, but then stopped. "Shit!" he exclaimed. He then pushed himself to his feet and ran down the hallway.
I barely had enough time to wonder what the hell he was doing before he was back, holding something in his hand. He threw himself down on the blankets. "Good thing I still have some," he said. He opened his hand and I saw a condom. Thank God he had remembered, because I sure as hell didn't.
He hastily ripped open the package, rolled the condom onto himself, and settled between my legs again. He bent down to kiss me as he slowly slid into me.
I gasped a little as he went in. It had been a while since I last had sex.
He paused, stroking my thighs and hips, waiting for me to get used to him, then started to move.
I'm not exaggerating when I say I was in heaven. I had dreamed about this for a long time; Hide holding me in his arms, our bodies connected in the most intimate way two people can be connected. Now it was happening, and if time had stopped, I wouldn't have minded in the least.
He started off with slow, gentle thrusts, still lavishing my lips with kisses, my arms around his neck. Soon, the pleasure started to build in my loins, and my hips started to involuntarily move in the rhythm he had created. Hide lifted himself off of me, holding himself up with his arms until only our lower bodies touched. He started to thrust faster, and the new angle caused him to hit my G-spot, which made me cry out. The pleasure rose faster and faster up through my body, and my hands, scrambling for something to hold, ended up twisting in the blankets underneath me. The sound of Hide hissing between his teeth, his hips snapping against mine, and my own pants and gasps filled the room.
Hide suddenly started to move even faster, at an almost impossible speed, until his hips broke from their rhythm, jerking sporadically as his climax hit him, heavy sighs spilling from his lips. Even after his release, he kept thrusting and reached down between my legs, pressing my clit with his thumb. I was already on the edge, and that final touch pushed me over. My back arched as my orgasm broke over me in waves, every nerve flooded with pleasure. My entire body was taut, my thighs shaking, my toes curled as my breath caught in my throat, and for a second I saw stars. A long, low moan escaped me as I came back down to Earth.
Hide collapsed on top of me in exhaustion. My arms wrapped around him, my hands slipping a little on his back slick with sweat. I nuzzled his neck, inhaling that musky, intoxicating scent of a satisfied man. We lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other, until Hide lifted his head from where he had laid it on my chest and kissed me deeply, silently conveying all the satisfaction and contentment he felt. He then pulled out from me, ripping the condom off with a snap and tossing it somewhere before laying back down again at my side. I immediately scooted over and snuggled against him, throwing one arm across his chest, one leg over his hips and pulling him as close as I could against me. His arm wound around my waist, cradling me to him. I sighed contentedly, Hide's hand stroking my hair soon putting me to sleep.
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