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Authors Note: Not Ur
typical Masa and Gackt story. VERY different. Different pairings not just one. Angst, Drama, romance, I guess it has all of that. Written by Sable~
TWO
I had heard about a rave up Buffalo but getting there would be murder with princess along for the ride. Not that Gackt seemed bitchy; it was just that he seemed too high maintenance.
“Do you party?” I asked him over the roar of traffic.
“Hai.” He replied.
I wagged my finger at him. “In English!” I corrected.
He smiled. An actual smile.
“Yes.” He corrected sounding and looking much like a child who just got scolded by daddy for being naughty. I smiled despite myself.
“Guys,” Jordan called tersely, refusing to be ignored.
“Hm?” Gackt made a noise that sounded as if it had come from the back of his throat. It was obvious that he saw Jordan as an annoyance. A gnat even. This had become Gackt’s way of speaking to Jordan, who he obviously wasn’t interested in.
“Cab.” Jordan barked indicating that he had hailed a cab.
An ‘ah’ sound escaped Gackt’s lips as he ducked into the backseat; Jordan had politely held the door for him. Gackt had placed himself behind the driver muttering something under his breath about driving in the left side rather then the right side of the road. I giggled a bit as I took a seat up front. I had to direct the driver to the party spot. Mentally recalling the map I had been given yesterday at work I directed our driver the best way I could.
It took three hours -which were spent in shifts of silence since Gackt refused to speak to Jordan- and a few tens of dollars later we have reached the rave. The air seemed to be charged with sex, as techno blared from speakers the size of cabinets, there was the heavy stench of marijuana in the air along with the combination of various body odors. I almost felt like I was home.
“I pay?” Gackt half asked half offered as he removed a thick knot of bills from his pockets.
Bad move.
Jordan snatched up the money expertly counting it up and handing off the right of cash to the greedy cabbie so that Gackt wouldn’t get robbed. Unfortunately Gackt had gotten robbed three weeks before he met us.
“All set.” Jordan announced handing back Gackt’s bankroll. Gackt murmured his thanks before returning to my side. He looked at me and waited.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “we’re not splitting up.”
At least that was what I thought. As soon as we hit the damn cornfield Jordan ditched us into the crowd. I knew why he did it but damn. He should’ve known that I didn’t want to be alone with Camui Gackt.
“You’re beautiful.” Gackt whispered in my ear as soon as Jordan was officially off the radar. Before I could react, he took hold of my wrist and began to lead me towards sets of neon colored blow up couches. He bounced a bit as he sat and while we were walking I spied a keg and cooler and quickly picked up two brews. He hadn’t even drunk anything and he was already talking nonsense.
“I want you for my project.” He said simply as he took the can from my hand. I knew I should’ve been happy but this just didn’t feel right.
“You haven’t even heard me play yet.” I pointed out as I cracked open the top of my beer. I sipped it lightly.
“Then show me.” He shifted in his seat as he said this, his knee brushing against my thigh.
“When?’ I asked, feeling a bit hot under the collar. This guy made me nervous.
“That looks fun.” Gackt murmured his eyes looking passed me as he rose to his feet.
I watched him go. Confused, I caught sight of what had gotten his attention. A group of intoxicated young adults were slip sliding around on several Twister mats, naked or close to naked. Someone had rigged the sprinkler system with soap and carefully placed the mats on top. There was soap everywhere and there were a few stoned-looking women blowing bubbles from the sidelines. I checked out the pair on the nearest one, a nice looking honey blonde. Those mounds seem to laugh at the laws of gravity as they stood at attention straining against the thin material of her soaked white tee. My pants grew tight.
“Masa-kun?” Gackt called to me over his shoulder.
“Huh?” I answered forcing myself to look away from the blonde and her tempting twins. I was rewarded with a different sight. I looked just in time to see the silk sliding off his equaling toned back.
Wow.
He was … physically perfect.
He was watching me over his shoulder giving me one of those looks I would later find out he was famous for.
“Coming?” He asked in all innocents.
Practically.
I hopped up from the couch to join him. I kept my clothes where they were since I was still feeling out bodied. As we neared, I noticed there was a girl sitting on the roof of a car with a megaphone poised in one hand and the game spinner at her side. She was still dressed in her boob top and a pair of shorts. Her babyish voice sounded quit strange over the blare of the music.
“Left foot yellow, right hand blue, right foot red, left hand green, and left hand blue!” She called out. I watched fascinated as the bodies crushed together to get to the assigned colors. Before I had a chance to try, a hand clamped around my wrist dragging me downward into the sea of bubbles. I cried out my protest as I went down into the soapy foam. I wiped at my eyes trying to see.
“Daijobou?” Gackt asked oddly enough from above me. He was positioned in such a way that I for some strange reason was flat on my back and somewhat pinned under him and another person. I didn’t know rather or not it was him who pulled me down here and from the way he was stretched out, I didn’t think that he was the culprit.
“Ha…” The blare of the megaphone took my words away.
“Right hand yellow!” She shouted out cheerily.
Since I was flat on my back I was out of the game before I had really begun to play. The nearest yellow circle was under some chick’s ample ass. I watched as Gackt brought his hand under the girl’s bottom, giving it a bit of a squeeze as he did. She let out a surprised yelp landed her on her ass and out of the game.
“Soft or firm?’’ I couldn’t help but ask.
He sighed a bit.
“So-so.” He replied offhandedly. “Yours looks about right in those jeans.”
I blinked twice not sure how to take the comment.
“Why would..." I begin only to fall short. I didn’t want to know.
“I’m bored now.” He asked as if the incident hadn’t taken place. He collected his limbs before positioning himself upright. We both watched as the soap slid down his taut stomach muscles as it made it way to his leather. They would shrink, I was sure.
“I know a good dry cleaner.” I offered rather dryly as I climbed to my feet. I almost slipped back into the foam if it weren’t for Gackt grabbing my wrist at that very second.
“You’re cute, so you’re forgiven.” Stated a voice from the side of us.
Neither of us knew whom she was referring to because I doubt she saw which one of us had touched her ass but I was sure that she was Miss Ass. She giggled a bit like the drunken fool I’m sure she was as she reached out to touch Gackt’s exposed forearm. His eyes followed her fingers as the trailed down the soap slicked skin with lust and longing. “You’re really hot.” She murmured huskily moving her body closer to his.
Feeling oddly protective, I got between the two saying quickly, “My friend doesn’t speak English.”
Miss Ass sucked in her cheeks in frustration before saying, “Tell your friend I think he’s sexy.”
Gackt sighed. Deeply. He knew what was she was saying. He just had no desire to respond to her advances. To be honest I was starting to think that he didn’t like women that much.
Raising a ringed hand, he then beckoned me over with the crook of his finger. I came closer, inhaling his scent as I did.
“Hai?” I asked in our language so that she couldn’t interrupt.
“Ask her if she has a friend for you.”
I guess read him wrong.
Turning my attention back to our confused blonde I did what he asked. She smiled. All pearly whites and dimples.
“I’ll go get her.”
I watched the curve of her ass in that thong, as she bounced off to get her friend hoping that she would return with more clothes as well. My pants were getting pretty damn tight with all this nudity going on.
“Do you have protection?’’
I nearly jumped out of my skin upon feeling and hearing Gackt so close to my person. He was standing behind me, the heat from his body radiating off of him onto me. It was weird.
“I had some.” I replied, “But they probably got wet.”
Gackt made a ‘ah’ sound.
The blonde returned shortly with a shorter dark haired version of herself. She had also retrieved her bottoms from God knows where. The brunette had quit an impressive rack as well as a heart shaped face framed by a head of jet-black curls. Shorty is sporting some serious cleavage.
“Hi.” She greeted shyly, playing coy.
Gackt moved in close to me again saying, “I want that one.”
I shook my head no. “You’ve got the blonde. The friend’s mine.” I reminded him.
“I don’t want her. If I can’t have you I want the other one.”
My face blanched at those words. What was with him?
“Something wrong?” Miss Ass asked.
“Nothing.” I spat.
She ignored my tone and introduced herself and her friend. “I’m Tracey and that,” –pointing at her friend- “is Toni.”
“I’m Masa.” I said deciding that Masa sounded much sexier then Mason. “And this is, “–shoving Gackt forward, he offered no resistance- “Gakuto Camui.”
They both made faces that said ‘how do I call that out during sex?’
“He’s famous in Japan.” I added.
“Not that famous.” Gackt replied in all modesty as well as in surprise, surprise perfect English.
“Hey!” Trilled the blonde who then went into a sort of pout, “I thought you said he couldn’t speak American!”
I turned to face Gackt. He answered flippantly, “I speak a little.” He pressed his lips together before adding, “Very little.”
He had just made me look like an idiot in front of two hot and possibly easy girls. I was pissed.
We wondered around the crowd of dancing bodies looking for another place to sit down. The couches we found earlier were now full with groping couples. We headed towards the barn. There were people in the hayloft but we were too sick of walking to care.
Gackt made a face at one of the nearby lovers.
“Looks like he’s trying to swallow her face.” He muttered under his breath as he took a seat on an over turned bucket.
“What he say?’’ Toni inquired politely.
“It wasn’t important.” I assured her.
She made a face. Shit faced Tracey placed herself as best as she could on Gackt’s lap saying as she did, “Speak some Japan to me.”
He looked beyond annoyed. The look passed over his face briefly. He winked at me before he launched into a series of obscenities that would probably have gotten him slapped back home. Maybe.
“What’s he saying?” Toni asked with the sweetest of expressions.
This was getting old.
“That sounds pretty.” Tracey murmured dreamily as Gackt moved closer to her body, reaching up and pushing back her hair exposing her ear to him. He brought his lips close parting them slightly to allow his tongue through flicking it over the outer shell of her ear as he whispered the word ‘bi’ which was the Japanese word for beauty.
Too bad he wasn’t talking about her. I felt the burn in my cheeks, as everything he said was slowly coming together in my mind. His eyes were on me, reading my expression that I knew bordered on bewilderment.
He then mouthed the words “I…want…to…fuck…you.”
I looked away. This was too much. Was he insane? I turned my attention back to Toni who stared at me expectantly.
“You have pretty eyes.” I complimented.
She smiled. She had a nice smile too.
“Is that what he said?”
Bitch!
It was no use. They were completely taken with him. To tell you the truth I refused to be too.
I smiled, nodding as I said this, “Yup, that’s what he said.”
I could be a real prick and leave his ass here. With a face and body like that he was most likely to be robbed, raped and murdered. Not in the particular order. That wouldn’t be a bad thought if that cocky son of a bitch hadn’t just hired me. Secondly, his babysitter, Etienne would flip.
“I should really go look for Jordan now.” I announced.
“Masa-kun,” Gackt called out to me, ignoring the glassy stares of his bombed admirers. His eyes held me in place. It took everything I had to look away.
Something about that motherfucker scared the shit out of me.
I whipped out my cell hoping that they hadn’t canceled my service yet, I also prayed that he had that damn thing would vibrate or he wouldn’t hear me. Not that he would take my call anyway.
“What” Jordan whined into the phone?
I was obviously interrupting something. It couldn’t be all that if he still answered the phone. It was that or he wanted gloat about his catch.
“Having fun?” I greeted hotly, still a little vexed that he had left me to the big bad wolf.
“I take it you’re not.” He replied snidely. “Good.” He added with much satisfaction.
“I’m not interested.” I stressed the ‘not’. “‘Sides, the guy’s just plain freaky.”
“What gave you that impression? I mean he just reeks of sex appeal.” There was a brief silence before he said, “What he say? He had to have said something to get under your skin like this.”
Hmmm, should I tell him that he told some girl he thought I had a beautiful mouth and he wanted to-
“Masa,” Jordan called to me bringing me back again. “You’re probably confused by him so you’re trippin’ on some whole other shit.”
“Not likely. I know when someone’s trying to jump my bones.”
I felt someone brush hard against me.
“Ex-cuse me.” Some snippy looking purple haired chick huffed as she pushed me out her way.
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time for this.
“I wanna go home.” I sounded whiny and I hated it.
“Go?” Jordan repeated sounding somewhat appalled at the very thought of it.
I sighed before stating the obvious; “You hooked up with someone.”
“Of course. Mr. Jap didn’t rain on my parade. He didn’t have much of an ass for me anyways.” He said dismissively.
“That’s cool. But I still wanna go.”
“Where’s the ice princess anyway?” He asked changing the subject.
“Busy.” I replied flatly.
I’m sure he found a place to do the deed already. They’re too bombed out of their minds to say no. It would take him ten minutes tops for each to make them think that spent an eternity in heaven. I hope they passed out on his ass.
I smirked at the thought.
“Masa-kun,”
I nearly jumped out my skin for the second time tonight upon feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck. Oddly enough my skin tingled in a good way knowing that he was there.
“I should’ve smelled your ass coming.” I muttered under my breath.
“Nani?”
“Eng-lish!” I rasped through clenched teeth.
“Gomen, Masa-kun.”
I whirled to correct him only to be disarmed with a smile. My knees felt like rubber.
“Sorry, Masa.” He apologized tilting his head off to the side, his eyes moving over my face as he tried to read my reaction.
I was blushing. I don’t know why. I just was. I turned away.
“Where did the girls go?” I asked more so to change subject-whatever it actually was at the moment- then out of curiosity.
“They passed out after I kissed them.” He replied simply.
My lips formed a tight ‘o’ as I said “Oh?”
That was the opening he needed. Without warning he pulled me close to him, our height is of a small distance so it was easy for him to do so. His lips were soft yet there was firmness behind that kiss that left me breathless. His tongue slid in easily gently working itself over mine in a massaging type of motion. My mind was swimming but a small part of my brain still shouted “Dude! You’re kissing a DUDE!”
I pushed the heels of my hands into his chest forcing him backwards. I didn’t have to push hard; he let me go as soon as I broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” He asked with a seriousness that could only be genuine. Disappointment fluttered over his angelic features once again.
“ Jordan.” I replied numbly from lack of oxygen to the brain. I knew Jordan had moved on but still.
“Is he your koi?” Gackt asked. The sadness that fitted over his face was almost heartbreaking in itself.
I nodded.
Gackt sighed. “Beauty should be with beauty.” He murmured.
“ Jordan is very sexy.” I defended trying not to laugh in the process. I had never thought of Jordan as anything but my gay roommate. Except that once when I got really loaded cos that shank whore Melody dumped me for some trust fund drug addict. It was nothing big. Just some heavy petting and a half-decent blow job. Gackt probably didn’t give head. He looked like the type that liked to get. Whoa, where did that come from?
“You still haven’t played for me.” Gackt reminded me, slipping back into Japanese.
“I don’t know how.” I replied shyly in English. I didn’t quit understand what he meant, He seemed to speak in riddles.
“Then why had you showed up for the audition?” He asked crossing his arms over his bare chest.
I smiled, batted my lashes and said, “Maybe to see you.”
I knew I was flirting after I had told him I was seeing Jordan but still.
“You didn’t know that I was there. I don’t even think you know who I am.” He grinned a bit as he added, “I don’t think you care either.”
I smiled. I didn’t really care. He was just a job a wanted. Whether or not I got rich was up to fate.
“You’re a terrible flirt and liar, Masa-kun.” His eyes searched my face again, lingering on my lips.
I smiled.
“Arigato.”
He brought his finger up to eye level moving it slowly from side to side, “Uh-uh, in English please.”
I laughed. He was odd. Very, very odd.
“Tonight, you will audition for me.” He said with conviction.
I shook my head no.
“Why not?”
Saying as politely as possible, “I ain’t gay.”
“Nor am I.”
This was getting weird. The statement itself was laughable.
“Then why-“
He pressed a finger to my lips. Nice ring.
“I said nothing of sex. Besides,” –taking his finger away- “you remind me of a woman. A beautiful perfect woman.”
Now I was pissed.
“I should leave your faggoity- ass!” I spat as I turned on my heel to go.
He was really full of himself. Arrogant bastard. I knew he was offering me several things at once. A shot at stardom and the chance to be royally fucked –I’m sure more ways then one- by one of Japan’s hottest acts around.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Masa-kun!” Gackt shouted out almost beseechingly.
“WHAT!’’ I snapped turning my head to face him.
It was too late. The beach ball slammed me so hard in the nose I swear it broke. I soon felt his arms around me, cradling me as he murmured soothing things to me like I was the fragile woman he wanted me to be. Like I said earlier, I would always feel like a child around him.
“Sorry man.” Came the voice of my semi attacker.
I broke out of Gackt’s embrace shouting, “You’ll know sorry when I get my hands around your goddamn neck!” I moved forward with the intentions of strangling the bastard only to be pulled backwards by Gackt.
That motherfucker was strong.
“Masa calm down.” Gackt instructed, his voice never losing that firm softness.
I fell back against him, resting the back of my head on his shoulder.
“Normally I wouldn’t say this,” Gackt began – as he pushed back that hair that was plastered to my sweaty forehead- “we should be going.”
I nodded, saying, “Maybe Jordan could swing us a ride.”
At the mentioning of Jordan’s name, I remembered that I hadn’t hung up the phone yet. Damn. Where was my phone?
“He cheats on you?” Gackt inquired adding, “I would never cheat on you.”
He seemed sincere- if I was interested- but so did I when I was trying to get a woman- not that I ever cheated before, I usually the loyal one- unfortunately, tonight I was that woman.
While I was trying to figure out how to reach Jordan, Gackt produced a cell of his own quickly dialing up whomever. I tried not to listen in but I was nosy. Secondly, it didn’t sound like he was chatting it up with Etienne to get us a ride.
“By next month maybe.” He said into the phone. “No, no. I found our guitarist; he’s just a little bit reluctant to leave the states.”
I guess it was official. I was hired.
“Gaku,” I called feeling strange that I was actually calling him by name out loud.
He stopped speaking to stare at me.
“Hai?”
I didn’t correct him.
“I need your phone to call Jordan. I lost mine.” I admitted.
He gave me a nod before saying, “You-kun, I’ll call back later. Long distance kills my phone.”
He lied for me, cute.
He handed me his phone without a word’s explaining whom it was that he had been speaking to.
“ Jordan?” I greeted, surprised that he had picked up the second time.
“You need cab fare?” He asked snidely.
“You know a cab won’t come down here. I was lucky enough to get our driver to take us here.” I managed through gritted teeth with saccharin sweet politeness. “We need a ride.”
Gackt was watching me. He noticed me noticing him watch me but refused to look away.
“I could call my driver to get us.” Gackt offered finally after what seemed like forever.
Alone with Gackt in a possible luxury sedan. Not a bad idea, not a bad idea at all.
“ Jordan, we got a ride.” I replied softly.
We hang up. I handed the phone back to Gackt. He dialed one and immediately got someone.
“Here.” He pushed the phone into my hand.
I stared at him.
“Directions.” He explained.
“Ah.”
I explained how to get where we were. All there was left to do was wait. While we waited Gackt opened up to me about his precious family. They sounded really important to him. Everything he told me would’ve sounded like bullshit if it weren’t coming from him. He knew what he wanted in life. I believed that. I wanted to be a part of Gackt and Job.
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