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Children of the Night- The Proposition	By : LadyAreia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Gackt Views: 2546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gackt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Ok, so it still sucks. But... I did try to edit it a little *sigh* I cut a ton of shit out, it was unreal >.>; But here's the next chapter. I'll skim the other... 3 or 4 chapters I have on my computer as soon as I can and post them when I get the chance. Like I said before, these where written quite a while ago and need much more editing, but I figured some of you may still want to read them anyway.
Enjoy.

Gackt turned his key in the lock and stepped inside. With a heavy sigh he pulled off his shoes and hung his coat on the stand nearby. He hit a button on a keypad by the door and a fireplace roared to life in another room. He retrieved a long-handled lighter from the counter and began setting fire to dozens of large candles as he moved from room to room.

Satisfied with the moderate glow from the flickering candles, he began unbuttoning his silk shirt, peeling it off his tired body and flinging it carelessly over one shoulder before moveing to his pants. He made his way through the spacious rooms, bare feet padding across cherrywood floors dotted with expensive oriental rugs and finally up the stairs to his bedroom. Picking up his pace a bit, he dumped his laundry into the appropriate baskets, along with a few stray articles from the day before, then moved into his closet where he carefully selected a new silk shirt and leather pants and laid them out on the bed.

He returned to the ground floor, sans clothing, and hurried to his spacious kitchen, snagging a cloth apron from inside the pantry door. Most nights, because of various staff or guests, he was unable to move about in his own home as he was now, in such a state of undress, though he enjoyed the few times he could. But part of tonights preperations had been to make sure no one else would be in the house besided the two of them, alone and relaxed in whatever fashion should present itself. With that thought, a calculated grin spread across his handsome features.

He made a mental note to appologize for the rush he was forced to impose on his cooking tonight, though in this case it simply could not have been helped.

His desire to meet with the other man far outweighed the importance of the four days needed in order to perfect his chili. This would just have to do.

Once the bread was in the oven, salad tossed and in the fridge, meat cooking, noodles boiling and sauce simmering, he carefully chose the necessary spices and secret ingrediants he would need and set them aside.

With everything nearly set, he grabbed a nearby phone extention, dailed the number tacked to the front of his fridge and wandered into the Great Room, pacing back and forth as it rang.

"Moshi moshi." Came a slightly sleepy voice on the the end.

"Konbanwa, Haido-san," Gackt greeted warmly, his throat suddenly tightening. "I appologize for making you wait so long, but two of my meetings ran later than we had originally intended. Would you still be up to coming over? The food's ready, well, almost..."

Silence followed for a moment as Gackt held in an uneasy breath.

"Hai, Gakuto-san, I will come over."

Grinning like a child granted his favorite toy, Gackt quickly rattled off the directions to his secluded residence. "I've already given the guard at the gate your name, so you should be cleared to enter just fine."

"Ok," said the other, "I will be there shortly.

The directions he had been given seemed acurate enough, but very few roads this far from the city were marked and it was very dark outside. Ten at night is never a good time to be hunting for an unfamilar address in a remote part of the country-side. All around him, all he could see were trees, trees and more trees.

He leaned forward and slowed his driving, sharp eyes scanning both sides of the road. Gackt had mentioned that he would have to turn down a small, well hidden road off the main one to be able to reach his driveway. Gripping the steering wheel in annoyance, he turned, rounding a sharp left curve in the road. A small red and white reflector caught in his headlights and the road became visible just beyond. With a sigh of relief he picked up speed and turned deeper into the forest grove. After a few minutes he came apon a small metal and brick mailbox on the right. The kanji matched what he has written perfectly as he turned once more and pulled up to a great iron gate and guard post.

A large uniformed man stepped from his semi-enclosed post and shone his powerful flashlight into the sleek black car. "Konbanwa. Name and ID, kudasai."

Hyde responded with his name and handed over his drivers lisence. The guard studdied him and the ID, then handed it back with a strange smile. "Odaiji ni, Haido-san."

Hyde nodded his thanks and drove through the opening gates.

"Gakuto-san," came a deep voice over the intercom inside the house, "your guest has arrive. He is on his way up."

Gackt removed the bread from the oven where it had been warming, set it on the counter and reached for the Talk button. "Hai, Baru-san, arigatou."

The driveway was long and curvy, but great care had been taken to ensure just enough lighting to see your way safely. Even if he had been without headlights, though very low, the glow from the sparcly placed solar lights would be enough to guide the way.The path curved once more and then expanded, bringing him to a large clearing. Before the massive house stood a modest marble fountain. Crystal clear water cascaded down the embracing figures, a faint glow eminating form the illuminated stand. He pulled into the circle shaped driveway and sat for a moment, engine turned off. His mind raced, so many possibilities and unknowns flooding his mind. Taking a deep breath, he pocketed his keys and proceeded up to the impressive wrap-around porch, where he rang the doorbell and waited.

He was just pulling out 2 large crystal wine glasses when he heard the doorbell chime. Taking a slow breath to calm his nerves, Gackt set the glasses on the counter, pausing to smooth out the front of his shirt and opened the door.

For a moment, neither one of them said anything, both just standing at the entrance, staring at the other. A slight blush crept across Gackt's face as his mind finally took over and he remembered his manners. "Konbanwa, Haido-san, I am glad you decided to come over."

Hyde smiled and inclined his head. "Your offer has... peaked my interest, I admit, though I must warn you I am far from convinced."

"Then it is I who am pleased." Gackt rubbed his hands together. "Come inside. Dinner is just about ready." He stepped back as his guest entered the warm home. "After we have eaten, then we can talk more in the great room."

The host took his guests coat, his heart quickening at how good the shorter man smelled, hung it on the rack beside his own and led him past the kitchen and into the dining room. He had purposfully set out a smaller table, only 30"x16", for a more intimate setting. "Please sit." Hyde nodded and sat with legs folded under him on the thick floor pillow provided.

"Would a blush Chablis be ok with you?" Gackt called from the kitchen. "Or I have a number of other wines in the cellar, beer in the fridge, liquer in the cabinet..." clattering of opening and closing doors could be heard. "I also have non-alcoholic drinks as well, if that is what you would prefer.... milk, water, OJ,hot and cold tea......"

Hyde chuckled quietly behind his hand. "The Chablis will do just fine."

Gackt nodded approvingly and removed the brand new bottle of his favorite wine from the rack mounted on the wall. He grabbed the two large glasses on the counter and returned to the living room. Kneeling beside Hyde, he first poured for his guest, then himself, and left the bottle on the table.

Their fingers brushed, sending chills down to the base of Hyde's spine as he accepted the glass of pinkish-brown liquid. "Arigatou." he murmered.

"Kampai." Gackt responded, raising his glass.

Hyde first took a sniff, savoring the sweet smell, then a long, deep swallow, letting the unfamilar wine linger on his pallete before swallowing. "It is... pleasent."

He said, holding the glass in one delicate hand. "I don't think I've ever had this before."

Almond shaped blue eyes sparkled in the candle-light as Gackt tool a sip of his own. "I'm glad you like it." Without another word he set his glass on the table and returned to the kitchen.

Hyde stared out into his glass in contemplation, swirling it around slowly, then took several large swallows, nearly draining it dry. Not one to drink hard or very often, unlike his gracious host, he very quickly began to feel the alcohol take effect. His heart started to beat faster and the room suddenly seemed a little too warm. With a clear of his throat, he rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned another 2 buttons at the top of his shirt. It helped a little, but of course the night had only just begun.

Gackt returned carrying a large try. On it he balanced 2 covered dishes, bowls, utensils, viniguar for the salad and garlic bread. As he began unloading his burdens, his eyes drifted to the nearly empty glass. "Would you like more wine?"

"Hai," he replied and raised his glass. Gackt wrapped his fingers around the smaller hand and filled the glass all the way to the brim, nearly overflowing it. Very carefully, he set the bottle on the table, but his other hand lingered. Slowly, he slid his hand down Hyde's wrist, then his arm, finally releasing when he met the rolled up sleeves.

The lone hand holding the very large glass of expensive wine trembled slightly. "I... I'm afraid I may spill this all over your beautiful floor .... if I so much as breath." he whispered.

Gackt edged closer, an evil smile beginning to surface. "Gomen. Perhaps I did over-fill it a bit. Would you like my help?" The smaller man nodded. "But you still want your wine, correct?" another nod. "Then don't move."

Gackt leaned forward and, using his right hand, he carefully enveloped Hyde's hand in his own once more to steady the glass as he brought it to his lips. He tilted it only slightly and took a careful, practiced sip, and eased the glass to the table. Then, before the other could react, he snaked his left hand up to pull Hyde's face to meet his. Their lips met, and time froze.

Hyde stiffened at first, caught off guard, but then felt himself relaxing into the other man's touch. He felt preassure on his lips and opened his mouth further as a tongue slipped inside. Warm, sweet wine flowed from one mouth to the other, dancing between their tongues. Hyde closed his eyes and swallowed, leaning forward, bringing his hand to touch Gackt's smooth face. But abrunptly, the taller man pulled away, rocking back on his heels.

"Gomen nasai," Gackt whispered, his eyes dancing. "But just then.... I couldn't help myself. I hope I haven't offened you?"

Hyde fought to calm his racing heart. "I.... no, I am not offened." he said quietly. "It was not.. unpleasent."

"Then let me appologize for my forwardness." Gackt saidm breathing a haky sigh of relief/ He grabbed for the metal salad tongs between them, perhaps a bit too desperatly. "Shall we eat."

Hyde was amazed at how calm his host seemed to be, carrying on conversation while serving their dinner, making sure their glasses were always full, keeping himself talking, as if not to say anything would lead him to do more daring things. He could not help but smile as Gackt, in his attempt to keep busy, nearly dropped the chili in his lap.

When they had at last eaten their fill, the wine bottle sat drained of every sweet drop. Given how euphoric Hyde felt, he had a strong supsicion that most of that bottle had ended up swirling around inside his small body.

Gackt excused himself and whisked away with the dishes, tossing them into the sink as quickly as his slightly tipsy state would allow. He grabbed a small bottle of red wine and two fresh glasses before returning to the dining room.

He stepped over the threshhold, then paused, watching his guest as he seemed to just stare out the window at some unknown interest. Hyde seemed so peaceful, so... beautiful.

He cleared his throat and moved into the Great Room. "I'm sure you would be more comfortable if we continued in here, Haido-san."

Hyde snapped out of his reverie with a jolt. "Ah.. hai." Gripping the table, he quickly stood, only to fall instantly to his knees, giggling uncontrolably. "I think... I think I've had quite a bit to drink already tonight."

"I think that's quite obvious." Gackt chuckled and placed the glasses and bottle on the coffee table in the other room, then hurried to help his friend.

Hyde felt strong hands grip him from behind and pull him to his feet. "My stomach feels a bit funny." he mumbled as they moved into the next room.

"There you go." Gackt said, carefully leading his tipsy friend around the furniture. "I think perhaps you should move a little slower until you've sobered up a bit."

"I'm not drunk!" Hyde insisted, though the voice in his head giggled sinsainly and he knew that he that was not quite true.

Gackt only nodded as he led them to the massive black leather couch dominating the room, trying, for the moment, not to think about how Hyde's shirt had ridden up on both sides, how smooth his skin felt, how good he smelled.. so close...

They sat down with a collective sigh, sinking slightly in the plush leather. Hyde's eyes had cleared up a bit with movement, though he was still far from sober.

Gackt reluctantly disentangled his arms and reached for the bottle on the coffee table. He poured the red liquid into a glass and offered it to his companion.

"Here, drink this."

Hyde took a small sip, eyebrows raising. "It's more alcohol." he murmered through the glass.

"It's red wine," Gackt stated in his matter-of-fact tone. "It's good for both body and mind."

Hyde stared down into the glass a moment, as if deciding something important, then in two large gulps, drained the glass. Gackt's eyes widdened slightly as he reached for a stack of papers on the coffee table.

"Well, like you said, Gakuto-san," Hyde murmered, "good for body and mind." He set his glass on the table and with a quickness that betrayed his drunken state, he captured Gackt's wrist in one hand and wrapped the other around his neck, pulling the taller man's face to his.

Gackt grunted in surprise, but desire quickly took over, his tongue thrusting between sweet lips, exploring the other's warm mouth, tasting, carressing. He released his grip on the manuscript, letting the pages flutter to the floor like snowflakes from the heavens. Hyde guided Gackt's hand to his body, pushing him up under Hyde's already half unbuttoned shirt. Gackt complied, eager to rid him of his pesky shirt.

A content sigh escaped Hyde's lips as Gackt's mouth moved down his neck, sucking, licking, then down his now exposed chest and stomach. He shifted, leaning forward and was free of the garment. He gripped Gackt's head in his hands, running his fingers along his skull, feeling his silky hair between his fingers, moving down his pontail to his neck. He kissed his jaw, hands roaming down the man's body, delighting in the feel of hard muscle under smooth silk, then in one quick motion, he gripped the shirt and slipped it over his head, flinging it over the couch.

Hands flew, greedy, needy, rubbing, searching. Each fought for dominance, touching, licking, biting, pushing, until Hyde could take it no longer and gave in, letting himself be pinned under the bigger man's warm body. Fingers danced over bottons, tugging at zippers. Gackt ran his tongue across the small man's collarbone, blowing softly behind his ear, grinning at the moans of desire eminating from under him. He reached down and rubbed where Hyde was most sensitive, teasingly through the fabric.

Hyde gasped and threw back his head, long pale locks framing his youthful face against the black leather. Hands tugged on his pants and he lifted his hips, pressing against the body hovering above him, so eager and inviting, he could hardly stand it. In seconds he lay naked and exposed, excited but nervous.

Gackt reached down and kissed him, passionate, lustful, and all nervousness melted away. His fingers crawled around the rim of the other's tight leather pants, worming their way inside. He removed one hand, fought with the zipper and yanked them down. Reluctantly, Gackt broke their embrace, sat up to wiggle his pants down around his knees, then leaning heavily on the couch, slid them out from under his legs. Hyde grinned at the sight of one of Gackt's famous thongs. But in a moment, that was gone and he too was as naked as the day he was born.

Gackt paused, looking admiringly down at the man under him. "I need to know that this is not just the wine talking for you." He said, his voice raw, deep with lust, his fingers drawing circles around the man's abbs. "A host should never take advantage of his guest."

Hyde sat up, raising one hand to carress those soft, sensuous lips. With a smile his hand moved back and tugging at the band holding Gackt's hair behind him. One yank and the band broke, spilling long, silky locks around his bare shoulders. He slowly ran his hands down the length of soft hair, then reached up and grabbed Gackt's head, bringing his face closer to him. Hyde kissed him passionatlyfor several seconds.

"A good host," Hyde murmered, raising his knees, speading his legs wider as he wrapped his ankles around the other man's slim thighs, "should know when a guest wants to be taken advantage of."

Gackt needed no more invitation. With one hand he leaned over and searched under the couch until he found what he was looking for.

"Sneaky bastard." Hyde murmered when he caught site of the small bottle of clear liquid, then slid farther under his body. He watched as the other applied several large dollops to his hands and rubbed them together.

"I told you," he said with a grin, "I'm always prepared." His fingers traveled down past Hyde's navel, between his legs and gripped the hardening length gently, scratching the sides with his nails.

Hyde gasped and hips bucked, tightening his legs around the other man's thighs.

Gackt grinned and brought his left hand lower. As his right hand started moving up and down, his left found Hyde's ntrance and gently circled the rim. He slowly pushed one finger inside, feeling Hyde's warm body inside and out, barely keeping his measured pace in check. He moved his right hand faster, then inserted a second finger into the tight, warm place deep inside him. Hyde let out a moan, though Gackt couldn't tell wether it was from pleasure or pain, but Hyde's hands reached for Gackt's face, pressing, needing, wanting more. Gackt scissored his fingers back and forth, trying to loosen the tight muscles as much as possible before pulling out and repositioning his body over the smaller man.

Hyde smashed their mouths togther before whispering his ok. Gackt reached under Hyde's hips and pulled him forward, raiseing him slightly off the couch. He lowered hiself against the other man until he found what he wanted, and slowly pushed forward.

Hyde sucked in his breath sharply, closing his eyes. Gackt paused, waiting several long moments until the other nodded his head and he pushed further, slowly, until they were fully joined. He reached down, gently caressing Hyde's face, so pinched in discomfort. His heart ached for him, but eventually Hyde's face began to relax. Slowly, he began to moved back and forth, feeling the smaller man forcing himself to relax.

Hyde gasped, at first feeling only pain, but then he began to feel something else, something disolving into pleasure. He felt a hand begin to stroke him again and he lifted his hips higher, craving more contact. He reached up and grapped for Gackt's face, leaving a trail of kisses, traveling down his neck and to his collar and shoulder, first licking, then biting. He sought the sweet taste of the other vocalist's skin, so tender yet so firm. Hyde's nails raked as he pulled Gackt closer, deeper.

Gackt shifted slightly and thrust hard, smiling at the gasp of pleasure eminating form the other man. Bracing himself up a little higher, he hit that spot deep inside Hyde, over and over again, ramming his body down deeper into the leather.

Hyde moaned again and bit down, his teeth sinking into soft white flesh. Pleasure and pain coarsed through their bodies as Hyde burried his moans in Gackt's shoulder, licking, sucking, as they bodies moved together, back and forth, sliding on the dark couch.

"I want to hear your voice." Gackt breathed, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his muscular torso. "Don't be afraid.. to sing. Let me ... hear my name.." He picked up the pace, pushing harder, deeper, grazing Hyde's prostate with each movement. "It's just you and me."

Faster and faster, harder, deeper, they moved as one, groaning, bodies melding, clawing until both could hold out no longer. Gackt stroked him once more, then squeezed. Hyde threw back his head, eyes wide, fingers digging into the bigger man's back as a warm sensation flowed over the other's hand.

Gackt laced his fingers between Hyde's. Muscles bulging, he thrust into the smaller man, forcefully moving their bodies on the couch. Arching his back, he pulled Hyde to him. Hyde's mouth latched on, still greedy, needy. Suddenly, Gackt's body gasped for breath, and released deep inside the other man.

They lay as they are, very still, for long minutes, chests heaving, breathless. Hyde could feel Gackt's heart beat on his own chest, slowing, becoming more controlled as he matched him breath for breath. He brought Gackt's face to him, kissing him gently.

Gackt welcomed the warm, inviting mouth, tasting his blood on his lips from the harsh bites Hyde had taken from his shoulders. He couldn't help but admire the simularities between this amazing man and the character he wished so desperatly for him to portray: a vampire, a lover. He rested his chin on the other's unmarked chest, eyes tired and fluttering to a close. He felt Hyde's breathing slow as they let the exhaustion and alcohol take over.

"You are mine," he murmered. "My Kei."
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