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Third Time The Charm?	By : Elysia Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > S.K.I.N. Views: 1705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Third Time The Charm?
- 2-Ending
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AN: Okay, here is the rest of it. So far the first attempt was Yoshi after a nightmare, the second attempt by a drunk that was thwarted when said drunk got sick, and now for the third attempt… Tell me what you think ok.

Chapter Two:

The Children’s Hospital was pleasant. I played some guitar for them, I sang for them too. There is a conversation; I would like to make note of though.

A girl was being treated for cancer. She was blind and cold not see who I was. Which didn’t matter to her. She was only eleven give or take.

“You are a rock star?” She asked me.

“Yes.” I answered simply.

She only nodded. “Could you play something for me then? Usually Mr. Yoshiki plays it for me when he comes.”

“What would you like to hear?” I asked her.

“Could you play Where will you go by Evanescence?” She asked.

I was a little startled. Yoshiki played this for her all the time?

“You only have to play it.” The girl said. “I can sing the words.”

“Okay.” I said softly. English music wasn’t my greatest, but at least this was a band I listened to. Surprisingly, the child had a beautiful voice.

“You’re too important for anyone/You play the role of all you long to be/But I, I know who you really are/You’re the one who cries when you’re alone”

The doctor came in at that point. “You’re not to exert yourself.”

“It’s my bones that’s dying,” The girl said, “Not my voice.”

“It’s my fault.” I interjected quickly. “I didn’t know.”

“This is a hospital,” The doctor said. “You obviously know they’re sick.”

“Shut up.” The girl said. “I’ll do what I want to do until I’m dead. That is what living is about isn’t it?”

The doctor frowned at her. “And the consequences?”

The girl started singing again. A song I didn’t know but her words hit me hard. “Never settle for the path of least resistance / Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin' /Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin' /Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter…”

“Interesting.” Was all the doctor said. I felt awkward. The girl’s song made me think of the situation I was in with Yoshiki.

“I’m dead anyway.” The girl said, “Since we all live to die, and I get to go early, why can’t I do what I want? Beside if I have a chance and don’t take it, do I want to live with the fact that I didn’t at least try?”

“And if you fail at trying?” I asked softly.

“At least you tried and you didn’t give up without trying.” The girl answered me. “What would have happened if you never learned to play or sing? Would you have regretted the not even trying?”

I smiled. “Yes. I think I would.”

“I have another small request.” The girl stated. “When I’m gone, would live and try for me too?”

Her voice quivered on the last words and that was when I realized. She was scared, but refused to let it stop her for living for her today.

“Yes.” I answered her. “I will.”

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl and what she said.

“Sir,” One of Yoshiki’s bodyguards tapped my shoulder. “Yoshiki only scheduled you until five.”

I was startled. It was that late already? I must have been lost in my thoughts a lot longer then I knew. I could only nod and follow him out.

In the car ride back to the house I cleaned my guitar. It kept my hands busy and since the motions were familiar my mind was allowed to travel.

I kept weighing the pros and cons of being in a relationship with Yoshiki. If I did, if I didn’t; what could happen, what may never happen… my brain was starting to hurt. The girl’s song kept pestering me though.

“Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin'” I muttered it to myself as the car pulled up in front of the house.

The house smelled clean when I stepped inside. Lemon and glass cleaner.

“Dinner is almost ready. Go ahead and sit at the table.” Yoshiki called through the house.

I set my guitar down inside the door, toed off my shoes and did as instructed. I gasped at the sight of the dinning room. Yoshiki had candles lit and a beautiful bottle of Chardonnay sitting on the table in a bucket of ice.

“Do you like it?” Yoshiki asked walking in carrying two plates.

“You went all out.” I said.

“A thank you.” Yoshiki said.

“For?” I asked raising a brow.

“Understanding.” He answered and set the plates on the table. He turned back to me and gestured to the chair. Dinner looked great. And I know all the stories and Yoshiki himself says he can’t cook but do not let him fool you. He is a great cook. Spaghetti was never turned down, but it could be reheated easily.

I smiled and walked to the chair. Before he could move to his seat I grabbed his arm. He looked up at me questionably. I bent down and kissed him softly. He turned towards me and rested a hand against my heart.

“Are you sure?” He asked when I pulled away.

“One of the children sang me a song.” I said smiling. “Yes I am sure, but there’s something I need from you.”

Yoshiki wrapped his arms around my waist. “Name it.”

“Close your heart to every love but me, Hold in your arms nobody but me.” I whispered kissing his face just below his eyes.

“Faithfully, unconditionally.” Yoshiki responded leaning into my touch.

I kissed his lips again. He was intoxicating. His mouth was fuller then one would imagine for a man, and even being the older of us he allowed me to lead. When I brushed my tongue against his lips he opened his mouth allowing me to explore.

He pulled away after a moment. “Upstairs.”

I only nodded and let him lead me upstairs.

Yoshiki closed the bedroom do behind us, although who would actually just stroll into his house I have no idea.

In the seconds that his back was to me to close the door, I had my arms wrapped around his waist and was nibbling on his neck. He made no move to protest as I unbuttoned his shirt and lead him backward to the bed. Before we could fall onto the bed I released him longer enough to turn him in my arms. Our lips met again as I pulled his shirt from his shoulders and lowered him to the bed.

My hands were restless and traveled all the glorious naked skin Yoshiki shows to everyone. I ran my hands down his chest and he shivered and moaned into my mouth.

“Sensitive are we?” I murmured against his mouth.

“Tease.” He gasped out when I pinched a nipple. His hands clutched at the spread beneath us.

“Tease? Oh ho. I can show you tease.” I kissed the side of his mouth moving down his jaw. I nipped the skin where his jaw met his ear and he groaned and arched against me. His pleasure evidently straining against his pants.

I kissed down his neck and suckled gently on his collarbone. I didn’t linger there but continued down his chest. I licked a nipple briefly before suckling on it.

Yoshiki’s moan was on the verge of a whimper and a scream. He wrapped one of his hands in my hair as he gasped for air. “Fucking tease.”

I only smiled against his nipple and instead of giving the same pleasure to the other nipple I continued down his belly lapping around his belly button.

“You should pierce this.” I whispered against the damp flesh making him shiver.
“I’d rather not have Aoi tendencies.” He responded moments after regaining some sense. “Stop playing around.” He grounded out as I tongue fucked his belly button. Releasing my hair to run his hand through his, never releasing his death grip on the bed spread.

From where I was sitting at his belly button his arousal was evident and the abuse I was giving his belly button had a serious effect on him.

“Lift your hips Yo-kun.” I commanded. He obeyed without question and I had his pants off in seconds. I stood up for a moment looking down on Yoshiki.

His eyes were half lidded, and he had one hand fisted in his hair, and the other still clutching the bed. His breathing was erratic, and his erection stood deliciously at attention.

“You’re beautiful.” I said to him. It wasn’t a lie. Yoshiki was a perfectionist in every way.

His body didn’t move but I could almost tell he was looking at me through those half-closed eyes. “You’re wearing entirely too much.”

I shrugged. “We’ll get to that, but first…”

I bent back down to him and lapped the head of his erection. He whimpered softly, and when I glanced up at him he had his bottom lip in his mouth.

“Yoshiki,” I said to him and waited for his eyes to open. He looked down at me. “Watch me. Watch what I do to you.”

Yoshiki only nodded as I kissed the head of his erection. He whimpered a little and I could feel the muscles in his legs tense. He was trying not to thrust his hips. I went from kissing to suckling and that broke Yoshiki’s control to have him thrusting his hips. I let him and took him completely in with his own movement.
The sound he made was a cross between a groan and whimper.

I sucked hard on him making him cry out. Both his hands tangled in my hair and his hips moved again and I let him fuck my mouth. I sucked as he thrust and in moments he was a writhing moaning mass of near orgasm. When my hand slid down between his open legs, all it took was a finger pressed against his hole to have him orgasm. I swallowed all of his essence before pulling away.

He was gasping and still shuddering but he managed to say to me, “You’re still wearing to many fucking clothes.”

His comment did make me aware of how aroused I was, and even in the loose clothes I was wearing how painful it was. “I can wait until you recover.” I said smiling and leaned down to him to kiss him.

It was obviously not a good answer because he growled in my mouth and started yanking at my clothes. I had three shirts on and somehow he managed to get them off in one move. Our pace turned frantic and I could only submit as he rapidly undressed me while kissing whatever he could reach.

“Mm, Yo…” I couldn’t get out his name at the moment because the man had latched on to my neck and was making the most erotic noises. I think he was leaving hickies, as I could feel his teeth and tongue ravish my neck. I rested my face against the top of his head and let him have his way.

“Fuck me.” He demanded against my neck.

If I hadn’t been turned on already his request would have definitely done it. As it was I groaned at his request. “Do you have…”

He silenced me with his mouth and reached out towards the pillows with his other hand. It was then I noticed the bottle sitting on top of the pillows. The man had already anticipated me in his bed. How predictable. I hated being predictable.

When he brought his hand back, I took the bottle from him and stood up. “Move to the center of the bed Yo-kun. I don’t want to risk falling off and I want you on your hands and knees.”

He didn’t disobey, but simply followed my instruction and arched his back a little showing of his perfectly shaped ass. I climbed up behind him and after squeezing a little lubricant on my fingers pressed a finger inside his body.

He arched and thrust against my hand before I even had the finger in the whole way.

I leaned down and nipped his ass. “Eager aren’t we?”

“I’m not glass…” he said brokenly as I chose that moment to add a second finger.

“Of course not.” I teased while wiggling my fingers. He arched his back and moaned.

“Fuck me already.”

I didn’t respond. With my free hand I coated my erection in lubricant. As I took my fingers out Yoshiki whimpered, but he was only empty for seconds as I thrusted into him.

It was a wail. There was no other way to describe it. He wailed. He was so hot and tight almost a virgin’s tightness, but then if the last time he got fucked was by hide then obviously…

I didn’t ponder it. I gave Yoshiki a moment to adjust.

“I told you to fuck me.” He growled.

I chuckled and set the pace fast and hard. With each thrust he made some noise that went straight to my dick bringing me closer each time. I reached around him and wrapped my fingers around his newly reformed erection.

We were both moaning and groaning and when I hit Yoshiki’s prostate he was writhing and whimpering too. It took moments to have him coming again with repeated hits to his prostate, and when he orgasmed and clenched all his muscles I couldn’t hold back my release.

Yoshiki was weak legged and collapsed on the messy sheets and I didn’t have the strength to hold myself up so I went down with him. I placed little kisses at the back of his neck while he regained his breathing.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get off.” I murmured to him.

He only purred like a cat. “I have a question.”

“Sure.” I pulled back gently carefully pulling out of Yoshiki before laying on my side next to him. He turned his head to face me.

“Why did you quote Miyavi to me Gackt?” he asked.

I only smiled and kissed him. “Will you reheat dinner now?” I asked him instead.

AN: Yeah okay I know. Pretty lame ending. But be kind and review, or rate, or whatever. Just let me know how you feel.
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